"After Wubao is completed, the Zhuangke tribe will be able to pull out two to three thousand people no matter what. After the rough training is completed, I don't look down on those soldiers from Donghai County and even Xuzhou. As long as tens of thousands of people don't come, they won't be able to win. You.

If my mother-in-law, brothers and sisters hide in Wubao, they will be in no danger."

Having said this, Mi Huang looked at Shao Xun again.

This young man is skilled with bows and horses, and is good at caring for soldiers. He is a rare talent. If he is his son-in-law, helping to train Zhuangke tribe, wouldn't it be natural?

It's just that, alas, it's useless for him to think so, and he still needs the approval of his uncles and elders at home.

After all, Shao Xun was just a military householder and his background was too low. If the Mi family was still a wealthy businessman, they would probably recruit him as their son-in-law. But now that they have a good family status, some people began to think that they were superior to others, but there was a lot of resistance.

We should really get those people to come to Luoyang and let them see Zhang Fang's butcher knife, maybe they will change their attitude!

But then again, Shao Xun is a "wild horse" and not so easy to tame...

Mi Huang sighed silently in his heart and hurried on.

Shao Xun also followed behind, worried.

His hand had subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife. The matter was more complicated than imagined. This time, Sima Yi had to catch it if he didn't want to.

He lives and I die.

He dies and I live.

Little people have no choice.

In this world, the most reliable thing is indeed your own knife.
Chapter completed!