Chapter 37: The Soldier

In the courtyard, the lights were brightly lit, and a black shadow sneaked in silently.

"Haha!" Meng Zhao was covered with a helmet and an iron sword hanging on his waist, and was filled with joy and bursts of laughter.

After three years, he finally had weapons and armor again, and he would not be happy.

Magai and Fan Tong were so happy that they couldn't stop talking. They patted the bright armor on their bodies, stroked the iron sword on their waists, and their assholes were laughing.

Since they sold their weapons and armor for survival, they have always been looking forward to re-arming. Now that dreams come true, who can’t be happy?

Heibo and Moer were also happy and couldn't stop talking.

Looking at Meng Zhao and the other two showing off, Qin Yiren felt relieved. The three of them were Qin army soldiers. Armed them again, which would be of great benefit to Qin Yiren's strength improvement.

"Hey, my gold!" Suddenly, Qin Yiren's mouth twitched, and it hurt a lot.

To equip Meng Zhao and the other two, Qin Yiren spent fifty gold. That was gold, not silver. It was too expensive, who could not hurt?

During the Warring States Period, bronze ware was the main one, and iron ware was rare and extremely precious. It was a bit exaggerated to say that it was precious to gold, but it was equivalent to silver but it was a true truth.

Qin Yiren wanted to arm Meng Zhao and the other two, of course they had to arm themselves to the teeth and use the best equipment. This required iron soldiers, inside and out, to spend a total of fifty gold.

"I'm still missing a war horse. A good horse costs a lot, and it costs a lot of money." Qin Yiren changed his mind and began to have a headache about not having enough money.

A good horse is hard to find, so if you want to arm Meng Zhao and the other two, this horse alone costs a lot of money, and it will only be more expensive than equipment.

"Yeah!" Suddenly, Meng Zhao stood up, and like a sword, he gestured to Ma Gai and Fan Tong. The three of them drew their swords and unsheathed them and walked away quickly.

"They..." Mole and Heibo were surprised and showed off their faces. They suddenly showed off their faces as if they were facing a great enemy. Where did they sing?

"Stop the sound!" Qin Yiren knew something was different and whispered to remind the two of them not to speak out.

"You little guy, you dare to steal." Suddenly, Meng Zhao's thunderous roar sounded.

"There is a thief?" Qin Yiren's heart was thunderous. He finally got back a thousand gold coins, but before he could get enough warm, he was betrothed by the thief. Is there anyone going to live?

"Bang bang!" A sound of pounding the pig was heard, mixed with shrill screams.

"Success." Qin Yiren knew that Meng Zhao and the others had succeeded.

Sure enough, the footsteps sounded, and Meng Zhao came in like a dead dog, carrying a man covered in blood, threw it to the ground, reported to Qin Yiren, and said, "Young Master, this thief wants to steal gold, but we have captured it alive."

"It's right to arm them, it's effective." Qin Yiren looked at Meng Zhao and the other two and no longer felt guilty about gold.

This man was covered in wounds. He was obviously beaten up by Meng Zhao and others, but he was no longer in human form. His eyes were full of horror.

"Who sent you here?" Qin Yiren stepped forward, staring at the man like a sharp sword, and shouted loudly.

"No...no one, I came by myself." This man said stubbornly.

"Are you lying to the ghost? I just got my daughter back. Before I could get enough warm, you came. With your little thief, you have not had such a good news. Someone must have sent you here." Qin Yiren explained the mystery and said, "The person behind you must have a great background, otherwise you would not have had such a good news."

This person was surprised. He never expected that Qin Yiren's analysis was so sharp.

"You can't say it. Meng Zhao and the others are about to find someone to practice. Meng Zhao, let it be for you, practice him well." Qin Yiren clapped his hands, Yun Danfeng Qing, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"Don't worry, young master, Bao Zhun's mother couldn't recognize him!" Meng Zhao understood Qin Yiren's intentions and replied loudly.

"I haven't practiced martial arts for three years, so I have to practice well." Ma Gai and Fan Tong looked fierce and began to roll up their sleeves.

"I said, I said." This person has been trained hard by the three of them. If he is trained again, can he still be called a person?

This person is afraid of being practiced again, so he has to confess honestly.

"Lu Buwei! I'm not finished with you!" It was Lu Buwei who planned to plot against Qin Yiren again. Qin Yiren was angry, and his eyes were about to spit out fire, and he roared like a mountain.

"Young Master, let's deal with this unscrupulous businessman now." Meng Zhao and the others were very angry and couldn't speak.

"No!" Qin Yiren shook his hand and pondered: "Lu Buwei is not small. We are open to the door. Not only can we not get what we want, but we will also suffer a great loss."

"What should I do?" The Lu family's trading company is very powerful and powerful, not what Qin Yiren can deal with at the moment. Meng Zhao and the other two were very unwilling to accept it.

"If I expected it would be fine, if he didn't go back, Lu Buwei would definitely send someone to come. You must be prepared to catch people." Qin Yiren pondered for a while.

"Come on! Come on! We Qin Ruishi are worried that we have no head to cut." Meng Zhao and the other two were as excited as cats smelling the fishy smell.

The Qin people were "happy when they heard the war", and treated war as happy as eating meat and drinking. When they heard it, they all liked it.

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Hu Feng’s wine shop, Lu Buwei’s residence.

Lu Buwei frowned very tightly and asked, "Have you come back yet?"

"No. This person is really useless. He wasted his master's gold." The father of Ximen complained to Lu Buwei for money to ask for a guard.

"Qin Yiren is not Yi and others, it must be his trick." Lu Buwei pondered: "Ordinary guards are useless, so you can only ask Jing Yun to take action."

"Shi Hero?" Dad Ximen's mouth was so wide that he could stuff an egg into it.

"That's right." Lu Buwei pointed his head and said, "Jing Yun is a famous soldier. Since he followed me, he has rarely taken action. This time, he must do it."

"I'll talk to him now." Dad Ximen turned around and wanted to leave.

"No, I'll go and say it myself." Lu Buwei smiled thorny on his face, and said insidiously, "Since you want to ask the hero to take action, you can't just be a trivial daughter, so you have to make Qin Yiren surrender."

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In the courtyard, Meng Zhao and the others were a little anxious and asked, "Will anyone really come?"

"It will definitely happen." Qin Yiren was sure.

He knew very well why Lu Buwei was repeatedly embarrassed by him. He had to succeed. If Qin Yiren had no financial resources at this time, the chance would be slim. Therefore, Lu Buwei would definitely send someone again.

"That's good, we can practice our skills." Meng Zhao and the other two were excited, wishing that Lu Buwei's people would arrive immediately, and fight hard.

Qin Yiren frowned and said nothing.

"Young Master, what are you thinking?" Mo Er asked curiously, blinking her black and white eyes.

"I was thinking, if Lu Buwei sent many people this time, it would be nothing. If he sent fewer people, it would be a big problem." Qin Yiren frowned even tighter.

"Young Master, what are you saying? Is there a lot of people troubles, and a lot of people troubles?" Meng Zhao didn't care at all.

"He is right!" Suddenly, a clear voice sounded, the door was pushed open, and a tall middle-aged man appeared at the door like an iron tower, with a fierce aura.

His eyes were particularly bright, like the scorching sun above the nine heavens, staring at Qin Yiren and nodding slightly: "Young Master has seen people, which is extraordinary and worth my action."

Isn’t it just a fierce person to pretend to be struck by lightning? Why are you still arrogant? Qin Yiren cursed in his heart.

"Who is yours?" Meng Zhao's eyes narrowed. He had not noticed when this person would arrive. This person was very skilled, far above the three of them.

If all their strengths are restored, they can still compete. Their strength is far from being restored at the moment, and the consequences of encountering such a character are unpredictable.

"Jing Yun!" The man said lightly, as if this was not his name, but that he was reporting other people's names.

"Scholar!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong exclaimed in unison, his eyes almost hit the ground.

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Chapter completed!