But why didn't their master tell them that he was going to Jiangnan?
Couldn't they protect their master?
Their competitive hearts were born one by one.
At this moment, they had already decided to learn this training method. Even if it wasn't for themselves, they had to do it for their master. What if their master went to Jiangnan without anyone to protect him?
He Quan didn't know this and was still bragging, "Master is going to Jiangnan. When he goes, we have to guard …"
The stall owners next to him were shocked when they heard this and quickly discussed it with the people around them.
"Just now, the guard of Zhang Mansion said that Prince Zhang is leaving?"
"Yes, I also heard about it. Why do you think Prince Zhang is going to Jiangnan?"
"I heard that it's for some perfume. I wonder when he's leaving?"
As they spoke, everyone once again looked at He Quan, because they knew that the news that the guards of the Zhang Mansion could send out would definitely not be wrong. Young Master Zhang's departure was definitely a piece of heavy news.
Sure enough, He Quan spoke with assurance again, "Master said that he will leave by the end of the year at the latest …"
This time, not only did Zhou Ji and the others exclaim, but the surrounding vendors also couldn't sit still. This was because Young Master Zhang had done them a great favor before. It could even be said that he was their second parent. Many of the people present had become rich because of Young Master Zhang, and some had become rich because of Young Master Zhang's craftsmanship. Now that they heard that Young Master Zhang was leaving, the first thing they wanted to do was to see him.
Thinking of this, the stall owners hurriedly began to pack up their chairs without waiting for He Quan and the others to finish eating.
This caused the group of guards to be dumbfounded. They hurriedly asked, "We haven't finished eating yet. Why are you packing up?"
The vendor hurriedly packed up his stall and said without turning his head, "I'm going to see Young Master Zhang."
The guards were even more confused and asked again, "Why do you want to see our master?"
"Prince Zhang is leaving. If you don't see him, you won't be able to make it."
The stall owner was a little impatient. As he packed up, he urged the guards, "Hurry up and leave. I won't charge you today."
As they spoke, the peddlers packed up their furniture, supported each other, and ran to Zhang Mansion in twos and threes.
The guards were dumbfounded. Just now, they said that the master was leaving, but they didn't say that he was leaving now. Did these guys need to be in such a hurry? However, this might be a good thing. At least it showed the importance of the Old Master in the hearts of the people of Chang 'an. Once they heard that he was leaving, they all went to visit him.
He Quan didn't care about this. He was still thinking about training. He glanced at everyone and said, "Line up and continue training."
After that, he looked at Zhou Ji and sneered, "Do you still want to follow us?"
Initially, Zhou Ji wanted to follow He Quan. However, after hearing what He Quan said, he immediately changed his mind. If he followed this guy, he would lose face. It was better to look for Master and join the training as soon as possible. Also, he had to inform some of the forging workshops and textile factories to come over.
Thinking of this, he casually replied, "No, next time."
With that, he turned around and left.
He Quan glanced at Zhou Ji's back and turned to look at everyone. "Continue with the training. Let's run."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone started to move forward again.
At this moment, a sedan chair swayed over. The curtain of the sedan chair was pulled open and a middle-aged man stuck his head out. It was Zhangsun Wuji, who was preparing to go to court. He glanced at the group in the distance and said to the servant, "What were those people shouting just now? Also, who are they? "
The servant frowned slightly and glanced into the distance. After a long time, he said, "Master, they seem to be from Zhang Mansion. As for the number they were shouting, it seemed to be one two, one two, one two one."
"Zhang Mansion's people?"
Zhangsun Wuji frowned and stroked his beard. He muttered to himself, "What is this Fengzi up to now?"
He thought for a while but still couldn't figure it out. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go to court."
The servant nodded and looked deeply at the departing figure. Then, he ordered the sedan chair bearers to go to the palace.
There were no obstacles along the way. Zhangsun Wuji soon arrived at the palace.
At this moment, quite a number of imperial officials were already waiting outside the main hall. Zhangsun Wuji went up to exchange some pleasantries with Wei Zheng and the others. A moment later, the door was pulled open. A strong man stood at the door and shouted with a sharp voice, "All officials present for an audience."
The officials didn't hesitate and walked to the main hall together.
As soon as they stood still, Li Shimin walked out in his dragon robe. He sat on the dragon throne and looked down at the officials. "Officials, I have something to report."
A Grand Scribe bowed and came forward. "Your Majesty, recently the military supplies have run out. Your Majesty, please allocate more supplies. In addition, a lot of military equipment is damaged. Your Majesty, please send people to repair it."
Hearing these things that required money, Li Shimin felt a headache. Originally, the Tang Dynasty was considered rich, but when money was used on the military, it felt like no amount of money was enough. Food, clothes, daily necessities, and so on, everything was several times more expensive than the expenses of ordinary people.
However, he couldn't refuse. He had to bite the bullet and replied, "For the supplies, go to the Ministry of Revenue. For the equipment, go to the Ministry of Works …"
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