The lifespan of the ancients was short, and the life of the people at the bottom was also hard. They had a hard time when they were young, and they also had a hard time growing up. They wanted to live another five hundred years. Those who had this idea were the emperors and nobles who were born to enjoy happiness. The people at the bottom probably took life and death relatively lightly.

Beside Liu Bei's left hand, an unknown Xiang Yong lowered his head and said in a calm voice, "If you don't mention it, General, I also know that I will have to fight tooth and nail tomorrow to kill people. But there is no reason not to die as a soldier."

Speaking of this, Xiangyong, who looked to be quite old, with a thin face and a gray beard, raised his head and glanced at the night sky, as if he was reminiscing, "There is no land in the house, and I said I wanted to throw myself into the yellow turban. My mother beat me and said I was cheating."

Thieves insult our ancestors."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged Xiangyong smiled mockingly to himself, "Later, when the general wanted to recruit troops, I came here. I was given fifty guan as a soldier. It was worth it! My mother and my brother will be better off if they have these 50 guan at home.

several years.

General, I don’t want anything else, I just want to know how much reward I will receive if I really die?” After the middle-aged Xiangyong finished speaking, he missed his body and looked at Liu Bei.

The words of the middle-aged Xiangyong expressed everyone's thoughts. All the Xiangyong looked at Liu Bei and Li Mengxi.

These glances made Liu Bei feel heavy in his heart.

Liu Bei himself was not only a distant clan member of the Han Dynasty, he also came from a lower class, and the people's livelihood was suffering, and he felt the same way.

Thinking about how many of these men who were the backbone of their families would be lost tomorrow, for a moment, Liu Bei couldn't bear it and thought that it would be better if he just quit fighting and withdraw his troops. Liu Bei did have some womanly kindness.

"How much are these fifty guans? More or less?" Li Mengxi asked in confusion.

It turned out that when Liu Bei recruited his troops, the settling-in allowance for each person was fifty guan. Li Mengxi had no specific idea of ​​50 guan.

Although he didn't know why Li Mengxi asked this, Liu Bei then carefully explained to Li Mengxi what the concept of fifty strings was.

A few years ago, when things were going pretty well, working as a hired hand in places like leather goods shops and blacksmith shops in the county could earn anywhere from three to five hundred to one thousand and eighty cents a month.

A chicken costs more than sixty cents. The price of grain has been almost two hundred cents in the past two years, but Liu Bei clearly remembers that more than ten years ago, the price of grain was only a hundred cents.

In other words, for the citizen class, which has a lower income level, one month's salary is enough for six chickens, or three to five shi of grain. This is the citizen class, and its income is higher than that of the bottom farmers.

(A year is about... 3,000 to 5,000 yuan, which is four to six strings.) Li Mengxi did a rough calculation.

Fifty guan of money is equivalent to ten years of income for a young and strong laborer.

A lot.

After figuring it out, Li Mengxi pondered for a moment. He glanced around at the local heroes who were looking at him and Liu Xuande eagerly, and said in a deep voice, "I have a general understanding of the prices. If you don't join the army and farm in your hometown, what will happen in ten years?"

Can earn fifty guan.

If you work in the city, you can earn 10000000000000 of of 10000000000 of of 1000000 000 of a guan a month. In ten years, you can earn one or two hundred guan, and maybe you can start a family business."

"Then let's count the more expensive ones as ten strings a year. It's not easy for you parents to pull you along. If you lose it on the battlefield, your parents' years of childbirth and support will be in vain."

"It is said that one becomes a man at the age of sixteen. If anyone dies in battle, how about giving your parents' pension for sixteen years and one hundred and sixty dollars?"

Li Mengxi helped Liu Bei draw up a pension.

The village heroes listened to it and started whispering to each other.

"It's not low! The money is not low anymore." The village heroes murmured in a low voice.

It seems that the villagers are satisfied with this number.

Li Mengxi was about to quietly discuss with Liu Bei whether the price was acceptable to the rebel army's finances, but Liu Bei seemed to have noticed Li Mengxi's thoughts, shook his head slightly, and gave Li Mengxi a wink, signaling Li Mengxi not to say more.

Li Mengxi was stunned for a moment and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

If we really discuss the pension for the rural braves in front of the rural braves, it would be fine if the pensions for the rural braves get higher the more they discuss, but if the pensions are lowered a little bit, they will be resented immediately.

Liu Bei has a good understanding of human emotions, and although Li Mengxi's emotional intelligence is good, it is far behind compared to Liu Bei.

The Township Warriors are very satisfied with the pension amount.

"Can it be higher?" Someone asked tentatively again, and Sheng Dou Xiaomin's shrewdness was fully demonstrated.

Li Mengxi was about to laugh and scold him. He had already made a lot of mistakes. Li Mengxi was about to say this, but when he saw that Liu Bei seemed to have something to say, he stopped temporarily and let Liu Bei speak first.

Liu Bei looked at the country warrior who was discussing the price and said cheerfully, "It's not a problem if the price is higher. With our rebel army, the wars will get bigger and bigger, and more and more people will be seized. Even if the price is higher, it won't be a problem."

But not now. With 160 guns, the army has enough money and food. No matter how much it is, the money and food will not last.

So, if you want more money, you have to keep working with our rebels, and you can’t leave!"

Liu Bei humored him for a moment, and the village heroes burst into laughter.

Hearing Liu Bei's capable words, Li Mengxi was glad that he had not spoken out his words.

Someone asked again.

"If I die, will I really have so much money? What will I do if you don't give it to me?" someone asked eagerly.

Damn it, what idiot asked this? Questioning Liu Xuande's character in person, if your lord were Dong Zhuo, Lu Bu and others, you would be dead.

Li Mengxi smiled and scolded the person in the crowd, "You bastard! Liu Xuande and I are people who want to do big things. If we can't even talk about it, how can we do such a big thing!"

"Using my reputation and that of Liu Xuande as a guarantee, we will never lose a single penny of pension for everyone!"

What Li Mengxi said was very convincing.

Liu Bei stood up in a hurry. Li Mengxi didn't know what Liu Bei was doing, so he also stood up.

With a bang, Liu Bei drew out his dagger from his waist, grabbed his sleeve, and said sternly to the soldiers who would be attacking the city tomorrow, "Don't worry, brothers! I, Liu Xuande, said that if any of my brothers are missing, I should act like this!"

With a stabbing sound, Liu Bei cut off his sleeve with a dagger.

Catching the corner of the fallen sleeve, Liu Xuande threw it into the fire.

The bonfire ignited the fabric, and a burst of flames burst out.

"good!!"

"Xuande is benevolent and righteous!"

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The local heroes were moved by Liu Bei's true feelings and stood up one after another. They were all excited, and some even had tears in their eyes.

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Li Mengxi thought that Liu Bei's actions were too much and that it would be over with just a word of assurance, so why cut off his sleeves.

But when Li Mengxi saw the siege soldiers kneeling in a circle and chanting that they would die tomorrow to break the city, Liu Bei had tears in his eyes and hurriedly helped them up one by one.

Li Mengxi knew that there were always some differences between himself and the Han people.

The local heroes are all at the bottom, just farmers, but who says that the bottom class has no loyalty?

To a smart person, even if Liu Bei is sincere, it looks extremely hypocritical and like a show.

However, for the local warriors, even if Liu Bei made a show and deceived them, they would still be willing to admit it. A soldier who respects himself will die!

In the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty, under the chaotic sky, how many people are willing to cut off their sleeves for a small soldier?

It's over, and the soldiers who will break the city tomorrow will have no last worry in their hearts.

You can earn more money by dying than you can by living for ten or twenty years, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

The local heroes have had enough rest, their bodies are lighter, and even the burden on their hearts is lighter.

In order to attack the city tomorrow, the village warriors who had no experience in attacking the city began to sharpen their guns before the battle.

On the side, Liu Xuande's voice was hoarse, "Xi'er, alas." He called.

"Huh?" Li Mengxi was a little confused as to why Liu Bei sighed.

"Xi'er, you are extremely talented. You might as well think more about ways to break the city for them. Tomorrow, a few brothers will die less." As he said that, Liu Bei sighed again.

"Okay!" Li Mengxi smashed his fist, "Then I will do my best!"

Li Mengxi squatted on the ground, closed his eyes, put his fingers into his ears to resist interference, and concentrated on thinking.

With knowledge that transcends this era for thousands of years, what is the best way to attack a city?

Digging tunnels? Not good. Too time consuming.

Catapult? Cannon fire? Raise the city? No, although I know the principle, I don’t know the details and I can’t build it.

Persuading Guan Yu to surrender? They would have already tried to persuade Guan Yu to surrender.

So what else can be done?

Li Mengxi thought hard.

The thoughts gradually moved towards what Li Mengxi was good at - tactics.

Li Mengxi has recently been involved in improving military formations in the army, etc., and has been involved in knowledge such as military formation tactics. His brain is extremely sensitive to this aspect.

When deducing the siege——

When attacking the city, arrows were fired from the city, and our soldiers were shot down one by one.

If the army doesn't have good protective armor, it won't work, it won't be able to withstand it.

What about using a shield?

Use a shield to protect the top of your head, yes, protect the top of your head!

Li Mengxi suddenly opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!