Nangeng City was now bustling with activity, and the people of Nangeng City were very willing to work in Wu Weijun's soap factory. The people at the bottom of the social class, which was originally hard to breathe, were relieved here.
In the past, civilians like Zhang Weiyu would be exploited wherever they went, and the taxes were extremely heavy. Whether they could survive or not depended on the mood of the Castellan.
But now, the first people to work in Wu Weijun's soap factory did not have to pay taxes. This was one of the rights of Lü Shu as the Castellan of Nangeng City. This led to civilians like Zhang Weiyu, who struggled to survive, to rush to the soap factory.
Secondly, the wages in Wu Weijun's soap factory were not low. Many people found that as long as they worked hard, they could live a good life. Although it was tiring, they could make money.
Tiredness was inevitable. Who didn't get tired?
Finally, Zhang Weiyu himself also deeply understood how bitter the commoners were. He himself had been harmed by this solidified social class, so he treated everyone with a benevolent heart.
Zhang Weiyu used to be the commander of Mituryū Kanao for the Old Divine King. It was said that kindness did not lead an army, but Zhang Weiyu had always been a kind person. Otherwise, everyone would not have gathered around him to wait for the king's return.
So when Liu Yizhao found a new life as a scout in Wu Weijun, Zhang Weiyu was actually thinking about what he was more suitable for, instead of continuing to recall his identity as an Inner Palace Judge.
In fact, Zhang Weiyu was quite envious of Liu Yizhao. After all, they were together in Mituryū Kanao. At that time, Liu Yizhao was still a soldier under Zhang Weiyu's command. Now, Liu Yizhao had gone further and further on the road of letting go of himself.
Vaguely, Liu Yizhao already had the reputation of being the number one scout in Lü Zhou …
Although Mituryū Kanao had become a small scout, was Liu Yizhao happy? Zhang Weiyu thought that Liu Yizhao was f * cking happy!
That guy used to be a handsome young man, but now he often hung out with Wu Weijun's group, drinking and eating meat. His voice was frighteningly loud, and when he was suppressing the bandits, he could almost roar someone to death.
Moreover, there was no need to think too much about anything. All he had to do was to do his job as a scout. There was no need to command, no need to use his brain …
As for Zhang Weiyu himself, he was also thinking that he didn't really like commanding troops because he couldn't stand the pain of his soldiers dying one by one. It was as if their lives had all been lost because of his improper command. It was a torment.
Under normal circumstances, such a person couldn't be a commander, but it was a little different when he was in Mituryū Kanao, because Mituryū Kanao couldn't die at that time. It was difficult for him to die even if he wanted to.
At that time, Zhang Weiyu's psychological problems hadn't been exposed, but it was different now. Wu Weijun hadn't reached the level of Mituryū Kanao.
Therefore, recently, Zhang Weiyu had been thinking that it would be good for him to help manage the Castellan's affairs, manage the soap factory, and fight a war. However, he didn't want to be a commander.
In the past, Zhang Weiyu had no choice in Mituryū Kanao. The Divine King had said that he should be the commander of Mituryū Kanao, so he could only be the commander. Now, Zhang Weiyu felt that it wasn't good to be a commander and that it wasn't suitable for him.
At this moment, Liu Yizhao, Li Heitan, and the others were chatting around the campfire in Wu Weijun's military camp. Usually, Wu Weijun would only be able to relieve his alcohol prohibition once every ten days, and he had to do it in batches. He couldn't let everyone get drunk.
Therefore, when there was no alcohol to drink, they could only sit around the campfire and brag. Li Heitan suddenly said, "These days are too boring. I don't know when His Majesty will come back. I kind of miss him …"
Li Heitan was very simple and honest. This was because his thoughts were very simple. He said whatever was on his mind. Usually, when the burly Li Heitan missed his Majesty, he was like a child waiting for his parent to come back from work.
Someone said, "I also hope that His Majesty will come back. Previously, we fought with the Blackfeather Army every day and caused trouble for them every day. How satisfying was that? Now that the nobles' army has attacked Western Province, we won't have a share. If His Majesty comes back, I think he will definitely bring us out. When that time comes, we can attack Western Province and Western Capital … Do you think that His Majesty can become the Emperor Of Heaven?"
When this was said, everyone was stunned. Then, they suddenly became excited. "Let His Majesty become the Emperor Of Heaven?!"
Liu Yizhao laughed. "The Western Emperor Of Heaven, Duanmu Huangqi, is a Grandmaster of Western Province. A Grandmaster is much more powerful than a Rank-1. How are we going to kill him? If we can't kill him, then don't even think about this meaningless thing."
"Why don't we go to the Royal City to look for His Majesty?" Li Heitan suddenly said in a low, muffled voice, "A few days ago, a merchant told me that there was a group of bandits 600 miles east of the Royal City. He hoped that we could help eradicate them …"
Everyone did not know whether to laugh or cry. "That's more than 20,000 kilometers away from here. Why the hell would we go? Who made this request to you?"
Now, Wu Weijun was truly a bandit suppressing brigade. More than half of the bandits in Southern Province had been defeated by Wu Weijun. They had no choice but to become good citizens.
The bandits were also very helpless. They really could not win against him!
At this time, the merchants realized that Wu Weijun was really very helpful. In the past, when they were traveling and doing business, if their slaves were not good enough, they would have to fork out money to hire some street children. In the end, it was no longer necessary. Everywhere in Southern Province was very safe, and the bandits were living very sullenly.
Then, the merchants realized that it was impossible to stop Wu Weijun from going out to suppress bandits. Li Heitan squatted at the city gate all day long and asked the merchants where there were bandits. This Wu Weijun suppressing bandits was practically a hobby!
Therefore, many merchants began to take the initiative to tell Wu Weijun where there were bandits. No matter how far away they were, they would mention it. What if Wu Weijun went there?
However, this time, Li Heitan said it was too far away. It was more than 20,000 kilometers …
Suddenly, Xiaoxiong Xu, who was chewing on roasted corn at the side, suddenly froze. Then, he took out a notebook from his small school bag and wrote, "Let's go suppress bandits. After that, we can go to the Royal City …"
"Eh?" Liu Yizhao's eyes lit up. He understood what Xiaoxiong Xu meant. "Is Lord Xu saying that in the name of suppressing bandits, we are actually going to the Royal City to visit the King?! Lord Xu's way of thinking is really broad! "
Xiaoxiong Xu nodded and wrote, "A wise man!"
"But Old Zhang won't agree." Liu Yizhao said with a little regret, "He's not an idiot. The Royal City is a very complicated place. He definitely won't let Wu Weijun take the risk."
However, at this time, the Song Ji Casino's High Priest, Zhao Shuai, flew over from the north. Liu Yizhao stood up. "High Priest Zhao is here, but Wu Weijun doesn't have any wine to drink today."
Zhao Shuai had been stationed in Southern Geng City for a while now, so he had a lot of dealings with Wu Weijun. They were familiar with each other.
Zhao Shuai went straight to the point and said, "Something happened to your Commander in the Royal City!"
News of Duanmu Huangqi targeting Lü Shu had spread like wildfire. After all, the battle between the two Grandmasters in the Royal City was really huge.
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