Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 52 Ginseng
"Why is this so?"

Lin Dao came to punch in for work, and when he walked out of the bedroom, he saw Sun Dalang and his sister apologizing.

"My dear Lord~" Sun Rong recounted the story in a tearful voice.

Finally, he pulled his brother over and bowed to apologize.

"I have publicly promised this before."

Lin Dao didn't care and asked them to stand up. "Da Lang just reiterated it."

"It's all right."

"But it is indeed necessary to assign personnel to specifically count military merits."

"You're not that old, but you think a lot." Lin Dao nodded at Sun Rong. "Is it because you read too much?"

"I knew that the master was a generous person." Sun Dalang stood up happily. "Sister, you think too much."

Sun Rong wiped her eyes and rolled her eyes at her eldest brother.

"Let's go." Lin Dao said with a smile, "Looking for the military advisor and the others to come over and have breakfast together."

The so-called military advisor is the military counselor appointed by Boss Cao.

Later, in order to avoid the word "Shi" in Sima Shi's name, the title was changed to "Military Counselor Jijiu".

Military advisor is a staff officer.

Jijiu means chief or person in charge.

To put it bluntly, he is the chief of staff.

The chief of staff of the Qihuo Army appointed by Lin Dao was Wang Meng.

According to history books, Wang Meng had the talent of a king's assistant.

Although he came from a poor family, he was well-versed in military books and was good at strategic planning and commanding troops. He was also proficient in both civil and military affairs and had excellent administrative abilities.

Similar to a combination of Xiao He and Han Xin.

Lin Dao dared to use him and entrusted him with important tasks right from the start.

"Lord~~~"

When they arrived at the Jiande side hall, Wang Meng and others who had been summoned came to greet each other.

"Sit down and eat." Lin Dao greeted everyone, "The world is big, but eating is the most important thing."

"If you have anything to say, eat first and then talk."

Everyone agrees with this.

Here in the Beggar Army, whether they arrived earlier or later, everyone has been hungry.

They understand best that eating is the greatest meaning in the world.

On each person's desk, there was a plate of four white flour buns.

A big bowl of thick rice porridge, a can of luncheon meat, two boiled eggs, and side dishes of fermented black beans, pickles, and sauces.

White flour and refined rice are symbols of status in this era.

Sun Dalang and his friends eat it every day, just like a poor man who suddenly becomes rich and shows off abalone, shark's fin and bird's nest.

Lin Dao was too lazy to say much in this regard.

He himself had polenta and tortillas.

He doesn't eat luncheon meat either, but he eats fermented black beans and pickled vegetables with his rice.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill and the plates had been cleared away, they began to discuss business.

"Master Lang."

Wang Meng took the lead and said, "The battle last night is over."

"A total of 1,197 levels of True Hu have been achieved."

"The merit book has been compiled, and the corresponding rewards are awaiting approval and distribution, my lord."

Wang Meng was greatly shocked when he came into contact with the core information of the Qihuo Army.

Especially the astonishingly high reward.

In Wang Meng's words, if this law were really implemented throughout the country and every reward was distributed, then within ten years we would have to search the mountains and seas to find any trace of the Hu people.

Everyone will go crazy looking for the head of the Hu Lu.

He thought the reward offered by the master was too high, but he did not object.

Wang Meng understood that the master had already said it, and the amount could be increased, but it could never be reduced.

Otherwise, it will cause a serious blow to the prestige of the master.

The only concern is how long such a high reward can last.

Taking out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, Lin Dao wrote the word "approved" on the booklet.

"Master Lang."

Wang Meng added, "There are too many civilians in the city right now."

"We should select the young and strong, train them and enlist them in the army to strengthen its strength."

"Training is fine." Lin Dao's eyelids jumped. "But I said before that only those who take the heads of the barbarians can be transferred to military households."

"It's easy."

Since Wang Meng had proposed this, he had a plan in mind: "Treat them as local soldiers."

"If you don't join the army, you will be the first to face war."

"Those who have made meritorious achievements can be promoted to regular soldiers."

Lin Dao nodded repeatedly, "Okay."

The story of Wang Meng has not yet been finished.

He took out a book and handed it to Lin Dao.

"Master, I have checked the military payroll records."

"This is quite confusing and there are many discrepancies."

Lin Dao, sitting still, listened seriously. "Are you saying that someone tampered with the supplies?"

Jinlian and Sun Rong, who were in charge of the comings and goings, felt a buzzing in their heads.

Frightened, he hurried out to salute, "Lord, we are wronged."

Wang Meng said at the right time, "It's not the general ledger, but the detailed ledger."

He gave the example of "military regulations: every large pot of egg soup should use five eggs."

"I've checked specifically and found that some large pots of egg soup contain fewer than five eggs."

"There are no mistakes in the ledger." Wang Meng gave Jinlian and Sun Rong an apologetic smile. "Ladies, there is nothing wrong in this regard."

"It must be the person who handled it who secretly withheld the money."

"Besides that, there are many other things that are not right."

"For example, in garment factories, too much scrap material is wasted every day."

He had no idea what the purpose of this garment factory was.

Those clothes looked strange, and no one in the beggar army had ever been seen wearing them.

But the master kept throwing large amounts of cloth into it, which was really puzzling.

Hearing this, Lin Dao shook his head even more. "It's only been a few days since I've had a full meal."

He took a breath and said, "Wang Meng, I authorize you to manage military, political and civil affairs, formulate punishment regulations, and catch the matter."

"You will be in charge of military affairs, and you will also be in charge of government affairs."

"Make your own decisions on small matters, and come to me if you are undecided on big matters."

Everyone was shocked.

How could this person be so highly valued by the Lord?!
It's only been a few days since I joined the master's service, and yet I've gained such trust.

It's incredible~
Qin Lang and the others opened their mouths, but in the end, they said nothing with complicated expressions.

Their backgrounds were not high, and many of them were even from humble origins.

If it were a prominent family holding a high position, there would be a huge quarrel at this time.

Wang Meng, who comes from a humble family, how could you have such qualifications?
Is the Nine-Rank System fake?

Wang Meng, with a solemn expression, stood up and walked into the hall.

He walked towards Lin Dao respectfully, performed the ceremony with great ceremony.

This is not an appointment as a general, but an appointment as a prime minister!

He was appointed as prime minister with both military and political power, similar to Zhuge Liang.

Lin Dao stood up, walked to Wang Meng and helped him up.

He took his sword from Jinlian's hand.

It is the handicraft sword that I ordered online before. It looks very exquisite and beautiful, but it lacks practicality.

Placing the handicraft sword in Wang Meng's hand, Lin Dao said sincerely, "Sir, please help me to drive out the barbarians and recover the Middle-earth."

"My lord, you are so kind." Wang Meng, holding the sword in both hands, said with tears on his face and a choked voice, "Meng, I will repay you with my death!"

Wang Meng, who had the right to check everything, went to all the warehouses in Xiangguo City.

Only then did he realize how wealthy the Beggar Army was.

There were all kinds of grains that filled several warehouses, large quantities of white cloth that were stacked to the point of becoming moldy, thousands of well-made armors and weapons, hundreds of thousands of canned food, and all kinds of strange but very useful objects.

Wang Meng had previously heard rumors that Lin Dao could create objects out of thin air, but he thought they were just rumors spread by ignorant people.

Until he saw the three-wheeled mechanical beast, the flying phoenix, the life-saving magic medicine, black gunpowder and the magic lamp, as well as mountains of various supplies.

Wang Meng believed it.

Only with the means of an immortal could one obtain so many things.

For Wang Meng, this was a complete game-winner.

I have never fought such a rich battle in my life!
Wang Meng, with high enthusiasm for work, began to work seriously and diligently.

Lin Dao, on the other hand, was worried about funding.

The gold that he had that was easy to sell had been used up.

However, there are more and more people who have to rely on themselves to make a living.

He must find a new source of income as soon as possible.

Coming to the warehouse where valuable materials were stored, Lin Dao's eyes swept over silks, expensive furniture, jewelry, books, calligraphy and paintings and other objects one by one.

Finally, his gaze rested on the medicinal herbs.

There is no shortage of common Chinese medicines in the modern world.

Even scientific management and planting have far surpassed those in ancient times in terms of efficacy and yield.

If you want to sell it for money, you have to take precious medicinal materials.

Among them, Ganoderma lucidum, ambergris, Tianshan snow lotus, Polygonum multiflorum, musk, ginseng, etc. are all very valuable.

Moreover, all the products seized here in Lin Dao are authentic, natural and wild products.

Looking at the boxes of precious medicinal herbs, Lin Dao tore off a piece of silk and wrapped a cylindrical ginseng.

Modern world, Harbour City.

This city retains a lot of cultural atmosphere.

There are many famous Chinese medicine shops.

Such as Chenliji, Huixintang, Huajitang, Baohetang, etc.

After some comparison, Lin Dao first came to the Xinshengtang Chinese Medicine Store in Haifu Center.

As you enter the store, the rich aroma of Chinese medicine hits you.

A staff member came forward and asked, "Sir, would you like to get some medicine?"

Lin Dao shook his head. "Is the manager here?"

The staff looked at the forest trail carefully.

Judging from his dress and demeanor, he doesn't seem to be looking for trouble.

Not long after, Lin Dao met the store manager in the reception room.

"Sir, what brings you to our store?"

Lin Dao didn't waste any words and took out the silk-wrapped ginseng from his backpack.

When the silk package on the coffee table was opened, revealing the ginseng inside, the manager's smile disappeared and he stared at the ginseng with sharp eyes.

To be able to become a manager, you must have good vision.

"Sir, what is this?"

"sell."

After a while, the doctor came over and carefully examined the ginseng with a magnifying glass.

Lin Dao was not in a hurry. He sat on the sofa beside him, drinking water and relaxing.

He was confident because he knew that the ginseng he brought could not be fake.

It would be an exaggeration to say that it was fake. The ginseng he brought was real wild ginseng.

The quality of the tribute that could be sent to the secondary capital is beyond words.

If anyone dared to send something bad, Shi Hu would get angry and threaten to exterminate the entire clan.

The old doctor with white hair and beard observed carefully for a long time.

The manager standing by also saw the trick.

If it is fake, it is artificially grown.

With the level of an experienced doctor, he can tell the authenticity with just a few glances.

But now he has been watching for so long without saying anything.

Either the level of counterfeiting is beyond imagination, or it is an extremely rare genuine product.

These days, it’s very difficult to find real wild products.

When the old doctor put down the magnifying glass and stood up, he looked slightly excited.

“It’s wild!”

"Hundred years!"

(End of this chapter)