When the soldiers of the Jinwei camp finished their training for the day, they brought their wives and children to gather in front of the warehouse, looking at the small mountain-like pile of grain. Suddenly, it was boiling. Many people had never seen so much grain in their lives, let alone that these grains belonged to them, making them feel as if they were in a dream. But the problem that followed immediately was how to transport so much grain, even if they moved it away, there was no room for storage at home...

  "It can be exchanged for silver...” The soldier guarding the warehouse said casually, but was soon met with everyone's white eyes. Due to the bandits running amok everywhere, the silver here had become a glowing stone, useless. Who would exchange food for silver? But if not, what to do with so much grain?

  Seeing everyone was worried, a local woman from Meihe Town came out and timidly said to a Jingwei Camp soldier: "Sir, do you have any chores at home that need help with? Taking care of the elderly or children? I don't ask for much, just three sheng (4.5 jin) of rice per day..."

  "Hmm..." The soldiers of the Jingwei camp thought this was a good idea. They had elderly and children at home who needed to be taken care of, and they were often away from home for military training and expeditions, so it was difficult to take care of them properly. It would be better to hire someone to take care of their wives and children at home, especially since they couldn't finish all the grain anyway.

  "Alright, follow me. I'll give you an extra lunch." He then called his wife and children to discuss with the woman what help was needed.

  The rest of the local villagers, seeing this, immediately became lively and began to persuade the soldiers of the Jingwei Camp in a soft and hard way, temporarily solving the headache problem of food and material storage.

  Little did they know, this was only the beginning. In the near future, the wealth of the Jingwei Camp soldiers would make the entire Zhou Dynasty and even the nobles envy them. This also created the fearless and ferocious atmosphere of the Jingwei Camp soldiers, a "noble" army composed entirely of ordinary people would sweep across the land in all directions.

  ……

  "Hiss, hiss, hiss..." Under the banner of Han's character, Liu Ce personally selected 400 new recruits to form a pure archery camp. At this moment, they were shooting arrows under Han Feng's scolding, but judging from the results, Han Feng couldn't help shaking his head. However, he remembered the training techniques that Liu Ce taught him: "Archers are different from long-handled soldiers. Training for ten days to a month and then fighting a few battles can make them elite soldiers. A qualified archer, unless he is exceptionally talented, cannot be trained in less than three to five years. However, it's not difficult to train a group of divine archers. Among these 400 people, you should be able to train at least ten people, and then use these ten people as the lead, training them well in arrow angle and strength, guiding other archers to follow, and finally using dense arrow rain to suppress the enemy."

  Han Feng, who had been a hunter since childhood, naturally understood the difficulty of archery training. When Liu Ce said this, he suddenly became enlightened and imagined the scene where hundreds of arrows shot by him and his men fell on the enemy's formation, and his blood boiled with excitement.

  "Continue!" Han Feng shouted, and those archers who were not yet skilled enough to be considered bowmen again pulled open their bowstrings with aching hands. Fortunately, although the training was tough, every soldier who joined the Jingwei Camp received 20 taels of white silver (nobody wanted them anyway, so Liu Ce decided to give them away as a kind gesture) and two shi of rice as a settlement fee, plus monthly rice and salt subsidies. Most importantly, the Jingwei Camp had meat to eat almost every day during training. Although their superiors were all fierce, they rarely beat or scolded them unless they really did something wrong, in which case they would get hit with a few military rods. Overall, the soldiers of the camp were still relatively satisfied with the Jingwei Camp for now.

  Since the recruitment of new soldiers, Yang Fan, Chen Qing, Guo Tao and Han Feng have all obtained a flag of people and horses as they wished. All the flags, including old soldiers, are now full, except for Xu Hui's auxiliary soldiers. The total number of soldiers in the camp is 3,200, with one flag having 300 people, expanded to 350 people, and Han Feng's department has 400 people. If we add up Xu Hui's 1,000 auxiliary soldiers, it will exceed 4,000 people.

  "This Jingwei Camp can now be considered a real camp." Liu Ce hid in the house, watching the shouting and killing sounds everywhere on the field, and a sense of pride arose in his heart. On the day the reward ceremony ended, more than 4,000 people frantically signed up to join the Jingwei Camp, vowing to die if they were not allowed to join. Unfortunately, after screening, only over 1,000 people were left. Liu Ce's inner thoughts were that good soldiers are precious, not numerous, otherwise, logistics and supplies would be a problem, not to mention the combat effectiveness would have to be greatly discounted.

  "Drink, drink, drink! Drink to death, you turtle egg!" Inside the house, in front of the table, Qin Mo, Ye Bin, Xu Hui, Yang Kai Shan, Feng Qiu Nian, Feng Ying, Gao Lao Han and Wu Li Wen were all gathered around a large round table. The table was filled with fish, meat, vegetables, dried fruits, and in the middle, there was a large ceramic pot, under which a copper basin was burning fiercely with charcoal fire. The pot was boiling with a rich broth, cooking a full bowl of mutton, on top of which floated some scallions, garlic, ginger and wild herbs to remove the gamey smell of the lamb. Yang Kai Shan saw Feng Qiu Nian gnawing on a piece of lamb bone, constantly pouring wine into his mouth, eating with extremely poor manners, and couldn't help but make a few sarcastic remarks, which made everyone burst out laughing.

  In this era, if you want to improve the relationship between yourself and your soldiers, apart from having a clear system of rewards and punishments, it's inevitable that you'll have to occasionally gather everyone together for a meal. Liu Ce has the authority to distribute the spoils of war, so what's wrong with using some of those resources to host a small gathering? With such a large reward being distributed, how could the soldiers below him possibly have any complaints? Besides, what's wrong with hosting a small gathering? The general isn't stealing or robbing anyone, so what's wrong with using some spoils to enjoy a meal? Did he shortchange you on rice? Did he let you go hungry? If not, then what's there to complain about? What? You spilled a few grains of rice on the road? Get out!

  As the crowd's laughter and noise died down, Liu Ce raised his head to drain the remaining wine in his cup. The highest alcohol content of this world's liquor was only over 20 degrees, which, for Liu Ce's past life drinking capacity, truly didn't amount to much.

  "Wu Zhenchang." Liu Ce called out slowly.

  "Your subordinate is here." Wu Litian had been feeling exceptionally relieved over the past few days. The Jingwei Camp's military discipline was strict, with no room for error, and they didn't make things difficult for him either. It seemed he had finally regained a bit of his former sense of being an official. Seeing Liu Ce call out to him, he immediately stood up and bowed in response.

  "I've told you many times, no need to be so polite, next time I'll get angry." Liu Ce said with a smile. He had a good impression of Wu Liwen, although he was the head of the town, but didn't have much official power, and was a bit timid, but after understanding the evaluation of the common people towards him, it was still okay.

  "Yes! Another one... three cups of penalty wine!" said Feng Qiu Nian, who was sitting next to him, his face red from drinking.

  Liu Ce glared at Feng Xuan for a moment, seeing that he seemed to be getting drunk, and didn't bother with him anymore. He continued to speak to Wu Liwen: "Town Head Wu, I heard you say earlier that there are several bands of bandits roaming around nearby, and many strongholds?"

  Wu Liwen said, "That's right. Although Jin Heng was defeated and killed, there are still many bandits in the manors within dozens of miles around here. In the past few days, I estimate that they didn't dare to come and lightly offend because of the brave warriors under General Zhuang's command who destroyed Jin Ze's forces."

  Liu Ce nodded: "Town head Wu, I didn't get your approval and arbitrarily recruited the townspeople to join the army, you're not blaming me for this, are you?"

  Wu Liwen and Liu Ce have been getting along well these past few days, feeling that this young man is quite pleasant to be around as long as he doesn't cross the line. So he said: "To be honest, I originally had some reservations, but now I have nothing to say, and I'm even delighted to see the common people entering your Imperial Guard..."

  "Oh? Why is that?" Liu Ce suddenly became interested, gesturing to Wu Liwen to continue speaking. The others at the table also stopped eating and wanted to hear what Wu Liwen had to say.

  Wu Liwen smiled and said, "Previously, I was worried that Zhuang Shi's troops were just a branch of bandits, but after observing them for the past few days, I found that the Jingwei Camp under his command indeed has strict military discipline and does not harm the civilians. This kind of troop is rare in the history of our Great Zhou dynasty, this is one reason."

  "Secondly, yesterday's ceremony to pay respects to the martyred soldiers and reward those with merit was witnessed by all of us officials. It shows that brave warriors are different from bandits and... uh... those military officers who view human life as worthless, truly leaving this official shocked."

  "This is the third one..." Wu Liwen glanced at Liu Ce and the others, seeing that everyone's expression was as usual, then said: "The people in the town voluntarily surrendered to the general's command, I may be stubborn, but I'm not a person who doesn't understand reason. Now that the situation in Heyuan is chaotic, it's normal for the people to have something to rely on, how can we stop them?"

  "Haha, Director Wu is indeed a good official who loves his people like his own children. I, Qin Mo, toast to you."

  "Come on, come on, I, Yang Kai Shan, will toast you a cup."

  "Old Wu, come... drink up... this bowl of wine... hiccups..."

  "Wu Zhenchang is a man of reason, he should drink this wine. Come on, come on, I, Ye Bin, rarely drink wine, let me drink a cup first, and then you can do as you please."

  Facing the crowd in attendance, Wu Liwen suddenly felt a sense of pride on his face as he returned each toast one by one. After drinking Liu Ce's wine, his eyes were already wide open and his face was flushed red.

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