If you forget the unhappy things in the past, you will be reborn.

Lan Li had forgotten who said this to him.

Although it sounds a bit bad, what you say is not unreasonable.

"How strong do some things need to be remembered?"

Early morning.

The Lou Ship fleet was already on the way back.

The people in the fleet were half excited and half silent.

What I was excited about was because I got the reward for the big shot.

Although the Jin people who killed them were the Jin people, the Mongolians who were slaughtered by them were the Mongolians.

Well, Renli didn't go to correct this for them.

In the eyes of the Song people, there is actually no difference between the Jin people and the Mongolian people.

So much so that in the first place, the Jin people were not without Mongolians in the army that went south.

As for those who silence.

This is mostly because I lost my life's goals for a while.

They account for the vast majority.

Decay is wrong!

Fortunately, Ruan Xiaoer’s two brothers were 'inspiring' them in the fleet.

One by one, they shouted in the fleet that "7 million people insulted my homeland, and they will not be killed in one day, and they will not be repaid for a big revenge in one day."

Ruan Xiaoliu and Ruan Xiaoqi.

In Lan Li's eyes, these two brothers are a pair of wonderful people, just like their elder brother!

Inside the fleet cabin.

Dongfang Bai sent the statistics loss. After Lan Li glanced at it, he threw it aside.

Dongfang Bai frowned slightly when he saw his indifferent appearance.

"What you fight in war is money. In this way, except for the losses of firearms and ships, it is just a pension, which is a expenditure of nearly 20,000 taels of snow-patterned silver.

If the firearm consumption and the repair cost of ships are included, this number may reach 50,000!"

"Yeah, I get it."

"You know?"

"What about that?"

"I'm talking about the cost price! If calculated based on the market price, this number will be three times more!"

"oh...."

Fifty thousand taels turn three times, which is 400,000 taels.

But...what can this be done?

No matter how big the number is, it is just a total number.

Not to mention anything else, can Renli really take out the iron cannon and sell it?

To whom to sell?

The Southern Song or the Western Liao Dynasty?

It can't be sold to the Jin and Mongolians, right?

This is obviously a joke.

It was a bit funny. Lan Li looked at Dongfang Bai, thinking in her mind whether this girl had read too much books and had read some external objects too heavily.

Lan Li looked at it for a while.

Dongfang Bai, who was staring at her, was so awkward.

"What do you think of me? It was Green Yi who asked me to stare at you!"

"Oh...it's okay, just take a look."

"You...Lanli, you are just ungrateful!"

Looking at Lan Li's indifferent appearance, Dongfang Bai sneered in a pissy manner, then turned around and left.

Renli was stunned for a long time.

Shaking his head and laughing.

"Did Xiaobai turn to the math I'm still in the house?

It shouldn't be...

What's wrong with this girl?

never mind.

If you have time, I have to tell her that not everything can be calculated based on obvious gains and losses..."

......

......

Things cannot be calculated based on obvious gains and losses.

Especially in some periods of time when human favors are more precious than gold and silver.

Lan Li lost 50,000 yuan in cost gold and silver, but in exchange for more than 6,000 deaths and injuries of the Mongolians.

By the way, he also obtained more than a hundred loyal subordinates.

The price is slightly expensive, but it is still within the acceptable range.

Earn!

Just because in Lan Li's eyes, life is much more valuable than gold and silver.

certainly.

If you say you buy some children and you can't spend 50,000 taels of training since childhood.

That's right.

It's just a ten-year wait.

Time is valuable.

People like Renli often have higher time.

The boat floats across the Yangtze River.

Lan Li returned to Xiangyang.

As soon as he entered the house, Yue Yun blocked his back.

"Why are you here again?"

"I can't come?"

"Well, I dislike you, it will be fine if you come."

Lan Li said this and continued to walk towards the inner courtyard.

He was anxious to go back and change his clothes.

Just now, someone was bored and a group of people were 'skinning' the dead Mongolians. At this moment, his body was full of blood.

"If you have something, just say it, see you if you have nothing.

By the way, there are a bunch of heads on the ground on the north bank of the Yangtze River. If you are interested in claiming military merits, you can go and accept it."

Yue Yun: "..."

After hearing Lan Li's words, he asked the general who temporarily served Xiangyang's military affairs and looked confused.

Head?

What head?

He only said that Guo Jing said that Lan Li was back, and last night he heard "thunder" coming from the north, and there was suspected that "a strange beast was in chaos" and wanted to call Lan Li to go to the north for investigation.

Why did the topic get involved in military merit in the blink of an eye?

Yue Yun was still struggling, but Lan Li was gone.

When he came to his senses, he saw Fulu's old face not far away, and was so entangled that he didn't know why.

"Old sir, what your young master said just now..."

Upon hearing this, Fulu pursed his lips and reminded:
To be continued...