"Sixty thousand? So much?" The staff in the tent were also surprised at this number. They knew that Mr. Long was going well, but who knew that he could reach this level.

The golden-eyed bream smiled and said, "This is something that's not said. Some of the 60,000 young and strong people are the Qing survivors on the east bank of the Ussuri River. Those people have long hated the Rakshasa ghost. With Master Long's order, they didn't respond!"

"There is the big head on the west side of the Ussuri River, which is the northeastern region. The people outside the pass are unintentional and have a straight temper, so they admire the good man... Master Long himself is a great man from a genius and is famous. He occasionally shows his unique skills. All the beards and thorns outside the pass are dumbfounded, and none of them are dissatisfied!"

"And what the local people said is more direct... It's not that the people have no conscience, it depends on whether the soldiers are in charge of doing it. We have never seen soldiers who pay for meals or houses in our lives, and we don't waste women or steal things, and we also help with work..."

"The key is that these soldiers are actually composed of scholars. Except for the Fusang soldiers, all Chinese soldiers are studying! His grandmother's, even scholars have worked hard in this army. If we don't follow us, wouldn't that be a tiger?"

The golden-eyed bream learned the accent of the people outside the pass, and learned it vividly, which made the tent burst into laughter.

Xiao Letian nodded, "Yes, on the land of China, the people's respect for scholars and intellectuals is born from their bloodlines. Master Long played this trick beautifully!"

"In fact, no matter how much money is given to the local people, it is better to teach voluntary literacy classes. Heaven, earth, king, parents, teachers occupy a share of human relations! One day, one day, one's teacher, and one's father, those who learn to read from us and understand the truth will follow us forever in this life!"

"Hey...who made that incompetent court unwilling to do these things? They don't do it! In the bitter and cold places outside the pass, people's food became a problem, and no one was willing to promote compulsory education at all!"

"They don't educate them, and we Chinese come to educate them. I don't care if they are Oroqen, Wild Jurchen, or Mongolians. As long as they want to learn, we will teach them... The children we teach will be close to us in our lives!"

"Yes, that's right! We must write Long Ye's experience in military rules and Chinese codes. This is the basis of our future national policies!"

The emotions in the military tent suddenly became excited. People put down their lunch boxes and began to whisper, and some were shortening the conversation. The golden-eyed bream couple never expected that what they reported to the prime minister was so important that they would actually be written in the Chinese Code.

Although the beginning and end of this policy are not me, I am a messenger who runs errands. As long as I have my own name in the meeting minutes, I am destined to be famous in history.

Just as everyone was discussing whether the model of promoting compulsory education by the army was feasible, the curtain of the military tent was lifted, and a guard reported under the rain, "Report to the Prime Minister! The prisoners have been cleaned. Are they brought in?"

The big tent suddenly became quiet, and Xiao Letian nodded, "Bring it in, prepare three sets of tableware, let's not abuse the prisoners!"

Molière was pushed in. At this moment, his lips were already white, and he had not changed his clothes in the battle these days, and he had no place to wash his bath. The mud, blood, and sea water filled his whole body. The shovel of horse manure fed him by the golden-eyed bream made him smelly.

Such people dare not show them to the Prime Minister. Don't mess it up. A group of guards took the three of them to a stream and forced the three of them to take off their clothes and take a bath with bayonets.

This was simply the most shameful day in Molière's life. A group of Eastern barbarians forced three people to take off their clothes with bayonets. There were dozens of people around him watching and whistling. He was watched like the most despicable prostitute in Paris.

What's even more shameful is that the reporters accompanying the army in the Chinese army actually recorded all this with a camera. Molière really wanted to die, but at that moment he really wanted to die.

Taking a bath, brushing teeth, changing clothes... When the three prisoners appeared in front of Xiao Letian, they actually emitted a faint soap aroma all over their bodies, which was really whitewashed.

"Sit! Eh?" Xiao Letian pushed the broth and bread without waiting for Molière to answer. "This is not a French soup, but my own Oriental soup. However, the bread is very similar to a baguette. It is very crispy when roasted with fire. You can eat more..."

Moliè looked at Xiao Letian fiercely. This was the second time he saw Xiao Letian's true face. He was imprisoned twice. The first time he was captured in Tanggu, and this time he was on Amami Oshima. Xiao Letian was his nemesis!

But Guru's stomach betrayed him. Molière held the lunch box and said coldly, "Goddess Chinese Prime Minister, I don't think he's going to poison it, thank you!"

"You'd better speak English to me. I've just started learning French and German, and I'm not skilled!" Xiao Letian smiled and turned around and asked the guard for a bottle of rum and poured a glass of each of the three prisoners.

"You guys drink, I'm fighting, I can't drink if I have military discipline!"

Molière didn't say anything nonsense, and he tried his best to fill his mouth with prawns, diced abalone, kombo festival, beef... and the crispy bread made his neck straight. When he was choking, he raised his head and put half a glass of wine on his mouth, and he pushed the food down with the wine.

After drinking, Molière was not polite, and pushed the empty cup in front of Xiao Letian. That meant he wanted another cup and asked Xiao Letian to pour wine.

It was unbearable, and Luo Huo was so angry that he wanted to hit someone. "You little turtle, you are shameless to give you a face..." Xiao Letian immediately raised his hand to stop Luo Huo's fist.

He smiled and another glass of fine wine was filled with "Drink! You probably haven't eaten serious food for three days, right? Don't worry, I'll take care of it!"

After two lunch boxes of soup, a large piece of bread, and two glasses of strong wine, Molière finally came back to his soul. He sneered and watched Xiao Letian's hollow wine glass turn back and forth in his hand.

"Military rules? Don't drink alcohol? You Xiao Letian is now the actual emperor of the Chinese clan. Would you not have privileges?" Molière looked disdainful, "All right, I'm also a nobleman. I have seen more kings than you. I don't know what kind of life they are?"

"Don't pretend to be like me, and don't put any wise ruler's poem in front of your hands! Who can you fool?" Molière used this Chinese saying in the Institute of Chinese, and the meaning of mockery and provocation is very obvious.

Everyone in the military tent was furious and thought that this bastard was already under prison and was so dishonest? He had to pull out a poisonous tongue!

However, Xiao Letian was not angry. He smiled and shook his head, "I know you are very good at talking, but you are even worse than me. Don't use this little cleverness with me. I will not be angry with you, and you don't understand the feelings among our Chinese people. If you can make a few words stir up conflicts, how could we create so many miracles along the way?"
Chapter completed!