Xianyu Infrastructure, I have a lot of troops in my hands

A large area of ​​the market in the south of the city was empty, with only a few sparse herdsmen huddled among the sheep with numb faces, resisting the constant west wind.

A horse-drawn carriage was approaching from a distance. The driver had a dark complexion. He jumped off the carriage, walked up and asked, "How much are the sheep?"

When Jijita saw a guest coming, he immediately pulled himself out of the flock and trotted over to the guest: "Would you like to buy a sheep? Three hundred coins for each. If you want more, I can give you a discount."

Before he finished speaking, a sneering voice came from the side: "Gigita, has your conscience been eaten by a wolf? The sheep is so thin that its hair is about to fall off, and you still want to ask for a high price of three hundred coins."

The man who was speaking wore a felt hat, had loose hair, bow legs, and a scimitar hung from his waist with suspicious black stains on it. Anyone who had been hanging around Tongguan for years knew that he was a barbarian warrior.

After laughing at Jigita, the barbarian warrior turned around and said, "Sir, look at my sheep. They were just driven into the city today." The barbarian warrior's eyes sparkled and his yellow teeth were visible when he smiled.

"What's the price of your sheep?" Wu Nu asked. He didn't care whose sheep he bought from. He would buy from whoever's sheep were the best.

"Mine is only two hundred coins. Look how much fatter it is than his."

Gigita's dark face seemed to be hesitant to speak.

When the barbarian saw Jigita looking at him, he glared at him. The latter could only shrink his head and squat back among the sheep.

"What are you looking at, you useless piece of shit who doesn't even have a sheepskin coat? Why don't you go back to find your mother?"

Jigita was angry but dared not say anything. Wu Nu paid and bought all the more than 20 sheep from the barbarian. The barbarian took the money, looked at the carriage deeply, weighed the purse in his hand, and walked away.

Seeing the barbarian so arrogant, and the herdsmen selling sheep nearby dared not speak out, Wu Nu asked curiously: "Are you all afraid of him?"

"Who isn't afraid of the people from the Eagle Tribe?" Among the Huns in this area, Tuoba Lie has the greatest power. His subordinates are divided into two tribes, the Eagle and the Wolf. Among them, the barbarian cavalry of the Eagle Tribe are the best at attacking. Even if these small tribes are robbed, they can only swallow their anger.

"Your sheep are too thin?" Wu Nu seemed a little regretful.

"My dear, you don't know that the people from the Eagle Tribe are so cruel. The sheep you bought were robbed by that guy yesterday."

Wu Nu was surprised: "It's so close to the city gate, no one is watching?"

"The grass near the city gate has long been bald. If you go too far, you might even lose your life!"

They were selling sheep in Tongguan, and unless they were accompanied by tribesmen, they would be terrified to go alone.

The person who spoke looked at Jigita with pity.

This unlucky child was almost caught and even lost his sheepskin coat. However, he was able to protect so many sheep, which is quite a skill. I wonder how long he can hold on.

At this time, a steady voice came from the carriage: "Buy his sheep."

Wu Nu nodded and said, "Yes."

Facing Jigita's expectant eyes, Wu Nu said, "I can have your sheep, but you have to help me drive them to the designated place."

"Thank you, sir. Jigita is willing to serve you!"

Everyone's envious eyes were wandering around the carriage, wondering where this noble man came from, and actually came in person to collect the sheep. The herdsmen who knew the goods looked at the black sign hanging on the corner of the window, and were slightly startled, and immediately all their thoughts disappeared.

They have seen the pattern of that brand before, and they can't mess with those lunatics.

The group of lunatics they were talking about were currently confronting the clerks who were distributing food and wages.

"You are useless even if you look at it. This is all the food you Black Stone Guard has this month." The clerk in charge of the warehouse felt his scalp tingling when he saw the malicious looks from the group of soldiers opposite him.

At the end he even closed the warehouse door, lowered his head and dared not speak.

"Sir, this is an order from above. We, the little officials, can do nothing about it. Please don't make things difficult for me."

The clerk gave a bitter smile and cursed all the ancestors of the warehouse commander in his heart. I was wondering why there were so few people here today. It turns out it's time for those crazy people of the Black Stone Guard to collect their food and wages.

The supervisors above withheld money and grain, but not a cent of it went to him, and now he had to explain himself here under the gazes of these people who wanted to kill him. Being a grain officer was good, but he had to live a good life.

A group of soldiers were leaning crookedly on the fence in front of the granary. They were dressed in rags and had open-toed shoes, but the machetes on their waists were polished to a shine.

The leading soldier spit the reed in his mouth in front of the clerk with a "Puh" sound, and said, "I heard that our boss sent some goods here, but you refused them. I thought the supervisor wanted to make up for it himself!"

"Brothers, you are hungry and poorly clothed. Now your family has asked someone to bring you some food. Do you want to keep it all for yourself?"

When Xie Xian sent people, two of the three guards of the Black Stone Guard were out on missions, and the other one had not received the news, which allowed the military supervisor Hou Liang to take advantage of the opportunity.

Normally, when each family sends gifts to the border troops, they have to give some benefits to the higher-ups according to the rules. But who is Xie Yun? It would be a mercy of him not to slap you twice. My sons work hard for you, and they don't have enough food or clothes to eat or wear, but you don't even think of taking care of them.

The Blackrock Guards delivered the supplies themselves, and you still have the nerve to want a share of it. Si Ji, who delivered the food, was also tough and pushed back directly, saying, "Let our people take it themselves. If it passes through your hands, who knows how much will be left."

The two sides were in a stalemate. A few days later, when the brothers of the guards got the news, they almost blew up the camp. The military supervisor Hou Liang saw that the situation could not be suppressed, so he promised to allow the Black Stone Guards to receive their food and wages in advance.

But unexpectedly, the Black Stone Guards became more and more demanding and even demanded the payment of all the previously owed wages. How could the warehouse commander agree to this? He asked for leave early in the morning and went home, leaving this uninformed clerk to take the blame.

Jiang Wu looked at the sun and saw that it was already getting late. He knew that it was already good enough to get the food and wages for the next six months. All the guards in Tongguan were owed military pay. If one guard could pay the pay in arrears, the guards in other camps would certainly not let it go.

A few veterans behind came forward and kicked and tore down the fence in front of the granary, then left cursing.

The clerk then had a bitter face, and was in tears when he saw the mess on the ground. The fence gate in front of their granary was torn into pieces by the angry soldiers every time they distributed grain, and would have to be rebuilt again when the warehouse commander came back. Alas!

Jiang Wu was strolling in the city with a group of soldiers. The second guard of theirs was on a rest day today. Yesterday, they received news that the boss had sent someone to come. He touched the breastplate in his arms, calmed himself down, and walked forward slowly.

There were quite a lot of people blocking the street ahead, and someone could be heard cursing from afar: "Where did this merchant come from? Are you crazy because of poverty? A pile of rotten dried vegetables, and you're selling them for twenty coins?"