Guo Jia returned to the big tent and had a chat with Wei Tengdong again. Finally, he said that Sun Ce was willing to give Wei Teng a face and accept mediation, but the responsibility for this battle was Zhou Xin, and he had to compensate Sun Ce for all the losses, otherwise the matter would be impossible to discuss.

Wei Teng originally came with the plan to delay time. As long as Sun Ce was willing to talk, he would not ask for it and agreed immediately. Guo Jia said, "Then wait a moment, this matter is not my responsibility. I will find someone to talk to you." Wei Teng agreed and waited in the account for a while. Yang Xiu came in, holding a volume of account books in his hand. Seeing that Yang Xiu was beautiful and looked very young, he didn't look like a person in charge of the account. Wei Teng was quite surprised and asked Yang Xiu's name Junwang.

"Hongnong Yang Family." Yang Xiu said lightly.

"Hongnong... Yang Family?" Wei Teng was shocked and looked at Yang Xiu again for a while. "What is your relationship with Situ Yang Gong?"

Yang Xiu blinked and felt embarrassed. "That's my father."

Wei Teng almost bit his tongue. The Yang family of the fourth generation and the third generation of Duke was in charge of Sun Ce. He felt it was exaggerated. Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him was not only a child of the Yang family, but also a son of Situ Yang Biao. This was simply unreasonable. Sun Ce had such great appeal? He was immediately a little short of breath. In front of the Hongnong Yang family of the fourth generation and the third generation, what could the Wei family of Kuaiji be considered?

"Young Master Gaomen, how could he manage the accounts in the camp?"

Yang Xiu frowned, really not wanting to tell Wei Teng about this. He was helpless, and was fooled by Sun Ce for no reason. Now he deals with these account books every day. Although he has gained a lot and knows a lot of practices that were not mentioned in books before, and he also feels accomplished when dealing with these things, the accountant who manages the accounting is still a shameless position after all.

"I heard from Guo Jijiu that Wei Jun wanted to mediate the conflict between General Sun and Zhou Fujun. I was ordered to report the account. Does Wei Jun want to hear the total number or do he want to understand the details one by one?"

Wei Teng waved his hand. He was not interested in listening to those accounts. "Young Master Yang will report the total first."

"So far, because of Zhou Fujun's unreasonable obstruction, General Sun needs to pay an additional 8,000 and 3,257,960 yuan..."

"Wait." Wei Teng was shocked. "How much did you say just now?"

"Eight thousand and three hundred and twenty five thousand seven thousand nine hundred and sixty."

"More than 80 million?" Wei Teng jumped up suddenly, his eyes widened, and the demeanor of a celebrity was wiped out. This was a huge sum of money, and he knew without asking that Zhou Ang would definitely not be able to pay it, and Danyang County could not afford so much cash. Besides, he also felt that this was unreliable, and it was simply a blackmail.

Yang Xiu was unhappy. He spread out the account book and told Wei Teng one by one. After several battles, how many people, how many weapons, how much food is consumed, remember clearly. This is until last night. The data just counted today. There are still thousands of wounded people in the baggage battalion that need treatment, and the daily medicine money is hundreds of thousands. If someone dies, he will have to pay pensions, arrange coffins, send them back to their hometowns for burial, and recruit new recruits to supplement. Should the recruits enter the battalion train? This also costs money.

Yang Xiu reported one account after another, and said it very well, so he simply put aside the account book and verbally explained it to Wei Teng, talking about it as if it were a family. He had no feelings, but he was shocked by Wei Teng. It was not that he was frightened by Yang Xiu's memory, but that it was too incredible. A senior family member who had four generations and three dukes actually worked as an accountant under Sun Ce's command, and he did so happily.

Why? He couldn't understand.

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Zulang raised the battle flag and sent people to pass orders everywhere. When the defeated bandits received the news, they were overjoyed and rushed over. In less than a day, more than 3,000 people gathered, and more people came one after another.

Zulang asked the king Qian to gather his soldiers and set up a camp. He went back to the camp to report to Sun Ce and asked Sun Ce to allocate rations. The bandits escaped for a day and a night, and most of them were hungry and clamoring for dinner. Zulang originally wanted to discuss the escape with them, but seeing that they were so cowardly, they were not even interested in talking. Why are they running away? When Sun Ce chased after him, none of these people could escape and they were all killed.

It's better to wait a little longer.

When heading towards the Central Army camp, Zulang noticed that the sound of killing in several camps was shocking. He was very curious. He ran to the trench and saw through the camp bars that it was originally the soldiers who were practicing. Just in front of their respective camp tents, he practiced personal martial arts, knife and shield hands, slashing, spearmen practiced stabbing, and crossbowmen practiced shooting. They were meticulous, no different from actual combat, and Zulang was shocked.

After watching for a while, Zulang was driven away. When he entered the Central Army camp, the situation was similar. There were people practicing martial arts next to almost every tent, and there was no idle person. When he walked to the Central Army tent, he finally had a quieter time. Several tents were quieter. One of the tents was open, and two Confucian scholars were arguing, one was young and the other was older. The other tents were closed, and several young soldiers were in a hurry. Zulang was curious. When the tent door was lifted, Guo Jia walked out of it. He looked at Yang Xiu and Wei Teng who were arguing, and then looked at Zulang and laughed.

"How many people did Grandmaster Zu recruit?"

Zulang hurriedly bowed. "More than 3,200 people are still increasing."

"Not bad, not bad. You have to have a good rest. You will be surrounded by Shicheng in two days. Your chance to make contributions is here."

"Weishicheng? Our army has been defeated, has low morale, and has...uncomplete weapons, I'm afraid..."

"Weapons will be equipped for you, and the seized spoils are piled up in the baggage camp. You have to find a way for your own morale. Master Zu, this is your old subordinate, you should have a way."

Zulang swallowed and swallowed the words behind him. Of course he had a solution. Wasn't he afraid that Sun Ce would suspect him? Now there was no weapons, no food, only a few thousand mouths. He originally wanted to escape, but when he saw the training of soldiers in several camps, his hope was a little dimmed. His most elite guard battalion was not so serious in training. Why did he fight Sun Ce? He defeated him once and once, and there was no hope of winning.

"Are the general here? I want to report."

"Go, it's in the tent."

Zulang bowed his hand, said goodbye to Guo Jia, and walked towards the big tent more than ten steps away. Guo Jia shook his fan and turned back to the tent, but saw Wei Teng standing in front of the big tent next door looking at him. Guo Jia walked over and said with a smile: "Mr. Wei, is there anything wrong?"

"You want to encircle the stone city?"

"yes."

"We are negotiating, how can you surround the stone city?"

"Isn't the agreement not yet?" Guo Jia shrugged. "Be prepared for any trouble. If the agreement fails, you will have to fight in the end." He thought for a while and said to Yang Xiu: "Dezu, have you added the budget for surrendering Zulang's troops? That's a lot of money, and we can't pay it. Zhou Xin has to pay the bill."

Yang Xiu responded and turned to look at Wei Teng. "Mr. Wei, you have to add about 10 million to the original basis. This is not for us. This is the resettlement fee for newly-reduced soldiers. Now it is just an approximate amount. The specific amount depends on how many people under the General Zu can meet the standards for accepting the surrender."

Zulang stood in front of the central army's tent, heard clearly, and couldn't help but look back.
Chapter completed!