Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 128 Yellow Goat Cloth and Black Dog

Gazelle, black dog, calico, these are not animals or goods, but the names of three children.

The yellow sheep has a head of yellowish-brown hair. It is a little boy who was frightened and stupid on the battlefield that day. After Zhang Zhao shot the bearded warrior, the yellow sheep quickly jumped into the ditch to save his life.

Huabu is a thin little girl, the same Uighur girl who ran wildly behind the old man who was shot in the back that day, crying and calling her father.

He is quite tall, and looks cute in small size, but he is a bit skinny, like a bundle of straw, the kind that can be blown away by a strong wind.

The black dog was shorter than the two of them, but he was very strong, with a sly face that shouldn't belong to his age, black hair and black eyes.

Unlike the other two who clearly have Uyghur features, Black Dog is the one who looks the most like a Han Chinese among the three children.

"Huangyanger, where are your parents? Why are you alone?"

Looking at the yellow-haired child, Zhang Zhao suddenly thought of the yellow sheep in Ge Duo's village. His skill was not inferior to that of Bai Congxin, but he didn't want to come to Anxi with Zhang Zhao, but chose to go to Ganzhou to join his clan.

"Dead! The black turbans wanted to use our land to build a temple. My father thought the slope they gave me was not good and didn't want to move, so someone rushed in and beat me to death at night!"

The so-called black turbans are obviously those God Warriors from Dashi and Persia, only they like to wear black turbans.

Huang Yang'er spoke very calmly, as if what he described was not his own parents being killed, but the tragedy of someone else's family.

"Mr. Erlang, don't look at him as a coward, he is very courageous. The year before last, he sneaked into the servant's food shop, hid in a rotten rice vat in the warehouse, did not move all day during the day, and only came out to eat at night.

And he only ate a little of each item, and he didn't find out for more than ten days. In the end, it wasn't Senior Brother Huitong who happened to get up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night and bumped into him. He didn't know when he would be caught. "

Li Qilang said to Zhang Zhao with a smile, there was no contempt in his eyes, but rather appreciation.

interesting!Zhang Zhao also nodded, squatting in the rotten rice vat for a whole day, stealing food and knowing how to steal everything without attracting attention from others, not bad!He has a brain at a young age and has good toughness.

"You know what XX wants you to do this time, right? Can you do it? You can tell me what reward you want now!"

Bossing people over must be beneficial. Zhang Zhao has never had the habit of bossing people around, even for children!this is his rule
"I know! Master Burke wants the yellow sheep to help break down the city wall of the black turban. The yellow sheep can do it well. The yellow sheep doesn't want rewards. He wants to be a warrior for Master Burke, a warrior like the black turban!"

When it comes to being a warrior like a black turban, Huang Yang'er's immature face suddenly shows a bit of ruthlessness.

"Okay!" Zhang Zhao suddenly thought of an idea. In this era, there is a very special method of storage and deployment, which is to recognize righteous brothers and adopted sons!
Li Keyong had thirteen Taibaos, Zhao Da also had ten Yishe brothers, and even Zhu Hongwu later did this. The famous Mu Ying was one of Zhu Hongwu's adopted sons.

And the same is true in the west. Hundreds of years later, the Ottoman Sultan's Yenicheri Army is a model.

Then there are so many famous people doing it, it must be beneficial, ready-made examples, why don't you learn it yourself?As for the aftereffects, how can we care about things that will happen decades later.

"If you want to be a samurai, you can't just become one! A samurai wants to be a hero who can wear three layers of heavy armor and can walk through Yang with a hundred steps, and can fight a hundred black-turban warriors."

Wearing three layers of heavy armor represents a brave warrior in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Huang Yanger, it represents another identity, that is, a nobleman who can not only eat enough, but also roast lamb, a warrior , is definitely the best crowd to eat in this era.

"Huang Yang'er can learn! Please Mr. Burke accept me!" Huang Yang'er knocked his head to the ground with a thud.

"It's all about your sincerity. If you complete this mission well! I will accept you. Not only will I accept you as a warrior, but I will also bring you by my side as my personal follower!"

"Huang Yang'er kowtowed to Master Burke!" Overjoyed, Huang Yang'er slammed down on the ground again, and his forehead quickly swelled up.

People around also cast envious glances at him. He is a beggar, and being able to follow Zhang Zhao as a personal entourage is definitely a step up to the sky!

"Then what reward do you want? You don't want to be a warrior by someone's side, do you?"

Zhang Zhao looked at Huabu with a smile. She was the oldest among the three, already 13 years old, but because of her thin body, she looked no different from ten years old.

"Master Burke saved my father's life, and Hua Bu is willing to do things for Master Burke!" Hua Bu quickly knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Zhao.

This time, Miss Uighur's father was shot in the back by an arrow and soaked in the blood for several hours, but he was not infected. After the arrow was dug out, he was able to get out of bed on the fourth day, which was also a fate.

"You have to repay the kindness of saving your life, but the reward must not be less, tell me!" Don't look at the weak and obedient look of the young lady in front of him, Zhang Zhaoke knew from Li Qilang who she was.

This little lady and her father are habitual thieves in Shule City. They are not the kind who touch people's wallets on the street. This kind of stealing happens to be similar to what Zhang Zhao wants them to do now.

Therefore, among the three children, this Uighur girl flower cloth, who is no longer a child, is the one Zhang Zhao places the most hope on, so the reward must be given, and if no reward is given, how can he be dedicated!
Huabu raised his head and looked at Zhang Zhao for a long while, and after confirming that Zhang Zhao was not playing tricks on her, the 13-year-old girl who had turned into an old fritters smiled faintly.

"If Master Burke really wants to reward the flower cloth, the flower cloth wants to marry the warrior under the master's command!"

Ouch!It's even more interesting!Zhang Zhao couldn't help being overjoyed, this girl is indeed an old fritter, she is looking for a long-term meal ticket!This is much more than asking for some money.

Although the standard of living of the soldiers under Zhang Zhao's command was the same in Zhang Zhao's eyes, it was not in the eyes of others.

The usual monthly money in January does not include food and clothing, and there are rewards on the battlefield. If Zhang Zhao can have his own territory in the future, these people will be the solid warrior class with a large amount of land, and they will be proper nobles. !

If there is no reward from Zhang Zhao for this kind of Huabu girl, if she wants to marry a warrior, unless she can grow like a flower and jade in a few years, it is absolutely impossible!
So the request for calico may not seem very good, but it is actually very far-sighted.

"Then there are hundreds of warriors here, who do you want to marry?" There was a burst of laughter in the camp, and everyone was overjoyed.

A 13-year-old little lady is going to marry herself in front of the public, and she doesn't change her face, she is not ashamed or annoyed, which is a rare pleasure in a boring battlefield.

Huabu's eyes glanced at Ma Yaozi, and Ma Yaozi's face just flashed a bit of complacency, when she saw Huabu shook her head, then she looked straight at Zhang Zhong behind Zhang Zhao, and nodded happily .

what!
Zhang Zhao was shocked!

What kind of eyes does Miss Uighur look like this time?Don't want a strong man like Ma Yaozi, but an old guy like Zhang Zhong?

Uh!In fact, Zhang Zhong is not old, he is less than fifty years old, but in the past few years, he has been working hard to restore the Zhang family, and he is exhausted from running around, looking old.

Now Zhang Zhao can handle everything by himself, without his messing around, he looks younger on the contrary.

But no matter what, Zhang Zhong is thirty years older than Huabu!What kind of look is this?
"What a cunning little girl! It's really not easy!" Before Zhang Zhao could figure it out, Li Qilang sighed loudly and gave the flower cloth a thumbs up.

"You little orchid, you think I won't live long, don't you! Fuck your mother! I won't die even if you die!"

Li Qilang was sighing, and the old Zhang Zhong behind Zhang Zhao suddenly turned black, and cursed directly.

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