Rebirth of Wu Ba Spring and Autumn

"Master Bopi, what is your so-called 'Templar Knights' duty? Do you act as a guard?"

Xiong Qu who was following beside him asked very puzzled.

Bo Pi replied with a smile: "General Xiong Qu, the Templar Knights belong to the guards, but unlike the guards like you, they are directly under the command of His Majesty and are directly responsible to His Majesty."

"Compared with you rough guys, female knights are closer to His Majesty in some places, you know..."

"understood."

The corners of Xiong Qu's mouth twitched, but he didn't dare to raise any objections.

Where is this "knight" who acts as a guard?
It's clearly Qingji's harem group!
In fact, this is indeed the role that the female knights of the Knights Templar want to play.

When the time comes when Qingji is in danger, do you still expect this group of women's soldiers to protect her?

At this time, a tall girl came out from among the female knights, stepped forward, knelt down on one knee to Qingji, and saluted, "Parvati, Commander of the Knights of the Holy Shield, see Your Majesty!"

"Parvati?"

Qing Ji asked with great interest: "You speak Wu dialect so fluently. Very good, where are you from?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the servant is Aryan... from the country."

The beauty on the side of the third brother in the future?

No wonder.

This is a high caste Aryan beauty.

In Parvati's two big glass-bead-like eyes, there is a youthful and passionate light.

Her green eyes, though set in a reserved face, were restless, shrewd, and full of life, quite incompatible with her ornamented appearance.

Exquisite facial features with deep eyes, white skin with a golden color, protruding front and back Qiao, tall and slender, one point more is too fat, one point less is too thin...

This Parvati surprised Qingji for a moment.

For decades, after reading countless celebrations of women, it is still rare to see a beauty like Parvati.

It was probably the rare exotic style that even surprised Qing Ji, and his eyes lit up.

Duguo, a vassal kingdom of Wu, is located along the Indus River.

As for Parvati, he was probably sent to Jinling by King Du.

After all, his sons are very clear about Qingji's interests and hobbies.

"Parvati, how many years have you been in Dawu?"

"Report to Your Majesty, it has been 12 years."

"Year 12?"

Qing Ji asked in surprise: "You are only in your teens this year, right? Why have you stayed in Da Wu for so many years?"

"To tell you the truth, your servants grew up in Jinling since they were young. My father is a businessman who admires the culture of the Great Wu Dynasty and has settled in Jinling for more than ten years."

"I see."

Qingji felt relieved.

Since she grew up in Jinling, she should be a girl from a good family.

……

The time has entered the 46th year of Wu Shihuang, that is, 468 BC, the second month of the lunar calendar.

At this time, Qingji came to Wu County, the old capital of Great Wu, to inspect.

The Wu Empire now has five capitals, namely: Jinling, the eastern capital, Xianyang, the western capital, Luoyang, the central capital, Ying, the southern capital, and Jinyang, the northern capital.

However, as the old capital of the empire, Wu County has extraordinary historical significance.

There are the mausoleums of the kings of the Wu Kingdom here, and they have also witnessed the "fission" of the Great Wu.

"Your Majesty, ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand years!"

The elders of Wu County in the village all knelt down towards Qingji, paid respects, and shouted "Wannian".

Qingji raised his hand, motioning for them all to stand up.

Around Qingji, there were guards in the palace and female knights of the Templar Knights on guard, responsible for protecting Qingji's safety.

It is true that this is in the native land of Great Wu, or in the old land of Wu, Qingji may also be assassinated.

Even so, Qingji still chooses to go deep into the crowd and communicate with fellow villagers.

Sitting under an old locust tree, Qingji put his eyes on an old man with gray temples and wrinkles on his face like ruts, and asked kindly, "Old brother, what year are you from?"

Feeling very honored, the old man hurriedly replied: "Your Majesty, Caomin will be seventy-three this year."

"longevity."

Qingji said with great emotion: "If only my fellow Wu citizens could live as long as you do."

"It will come true, Your Majesty."

With the continuous improvement of medical and health conditions in Dawu, the average life expectancy of Wu people has also increased to a certain extent, which is something Qingji likes to see.

After all, the population is the foundation of a country's livelihood, and there is no room for carelessness.

"Brother, how many children do you have? Is your wife still there?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Zhuo Jing passed away ten years ago. Cao Min and Zhuo Jing had eight sons and six daughters. The daughter and granddaughter are all married, and there are three living sons..."

Speaking of this, the old man's face was a little sad.

Thanks to Qingji's early birth-encouraging policy, the people of Great Wu gave birth early and gave birth early, not to mention one child a year, but it was not long before women would conceive again.

In order to prevent the child from dying, Qingji also asked people to compile a "Handbook for Pregnancy", and asked the local elders to teach the common people in the village.

At the same time, according to the regulations made by Qingji, all pregnant women will be properly cared for by midwives during childbirth.

Once the baby has a persistent high fever, or has a minor illness, there is no need to worry about finding a doctor, because there will be a professional doctor who will take care of the baby's body and ensure that they grow up...

This has greatly reduced the infant mortality rate.

Of the old man's eight sons, there are still three left, which is something to be thankful for.

After all, the war was so cruel that the old Wu people almost took over their own family fortune.

Fortunately, Qingji did not disappoint them, nor did he treat them badly.

"Brother, what do your three sons do?"

Qingji started chatting with the old man.

The old man said slowly: "Your Majesty, Cao Min's second son is a businessman. He has been in business for many years and occasionally earns money. He is in the tea and silk business."

"The youngest son is farming like a grass-roots man. He has a hundred acres of fertile land, and his life is passable."

"Another son?"

"Ugh."

The old man sighed faintly and said: "Your Majesty, Caomin still has a son who traveled northward with His Royal Highness King Liao, and his family settled in Liao Kingdom."

"He is the most promising of all the sons of Caomin. Twelve years ago, he was already a senior official, ranging from an official to a school lieutenant. If he was still alive, he might have become a great general in his own right, honoring his ancestors."

"..."

Qingji was silent for a while.

The beacon fire lasts for three months, and the family letter is worth ten thousand gold!
The distance between Liao Kingdom and Wu County is so far, almost thousands of miles away, so it is not easy to send a letter back home?

Moreover, maybe the old man's son has died in battle, it is still unknown...

Otherwise, it would be hard to imagine that not even a letter from home was sent back for so many years.