My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 337 The wealth of this city is comparable to that in the world

"What a big change here!"

Outside Tianming City, Zhou Gongdan, dressed in plain clothes, couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the crowds of people coming and going under the wide city gate.

"It's really lively." Nezha nodded in agreement, looking at the huge city, and sighed: "It's even bigger than Xiqi City. It's not a problem for hundreds of thousands of people to settle in this city."

"Ta Tata..."

The two watched for a while, and just as they were about to walk towards the city, a burst of neat footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance.

The footsteps are uniform and there is a faint sonorous sound.

The two of them looked back, and saw a shining cold light entering their eyes, and bursts of murderous intent rushed towards them.

"What an elite soldier!"

Looking at the orderly ranks, carrying strange long-pole weapons, and the troops marching in order, Zhou Gongdan's eyes shone brightly.

Although he was a civil servant, he also participated in the war with the Shang Dynasty during this period. He thought he had some sharp eyesight and could distinguish the strength of the army.

The army that lined up in front of them only numbered a few hundred, but they were all strong and wearing heavy armor, and their cold eyes burst out with murderous intent.

"Good luck defeating them!"

Under the gaze of the two men, the army lined up. The people who were entering the city got out of the way and shouted loudly at the incoming army.

Zhou Gongdan was puzzled when he heard this, and took the hand of an old man in front of him who turned red and cheered loudly to one of the soldiers.

"My father-in-law invited me!"

The old man who was cheering for his son turned around and saw an aristocratic middle-aged man, and he quickly returned the favor.

"Your Majesty invites you!"

Zhou Gongdan pointed to the army entering the city and asked doubtfully: "I dare to ask, my father-in-law, I heard that you are cheering for them. I wonder if there is any joy?"

When the old man heard this, he showed a proud smile and pointed at the army that had just entered the city.

"This army is called Tianlong. My brother-in-law is in this army, and he is the one who just walked past."

He raised his hand to the center of the city and said, "Young Master Ende conducts military training every month. Each army will draw a group of two hundred soldiers to compete with other armies in the school field."

“The one who comes out on top will have his army’s military pay doubled for that month, and his family will receive a hundred catties of food.

"The second and third rewards are different. The purpose is to inspire soldiers to dare to fight and fight. It is also a reward for those of us whose families have joined the army."

"Oh, there's one more thing."

Zhou Gongdan was moved when he heard this and quickly asked for details.

The old man laughed and pointed to the center of the city, "Today is the time for the competition. The place for the competition is at the school grounds in the city. Your nobles can go and watch."

After saying that, he thought of something and reminded him: "Noble man, please don't forget to buy lottery tickets."

"Buying lottery?" Zhou Gongdan was a little confused and didn't understand what it meant.

The old man took out the note from his arms and gestured to Zhou Gongdan.

"This is a lottery. Each time the ten armies fight, one group will appear. Each group will have its own number. The people in the city can contribute food to buy the lottery tickets."

"The fare is not expensive, it only costs ten kilograms of grain."

After taking the lottery ticket that Zhou Gongdan had read, the old man said with a smile: "If the group you bought comes out on top, with this lottery ticket, you can go to the government to get back your original grain, and you will also get a reward of 100 kilograms of grain."

"Are there many people involved?"

Zhou Gongdan was thoughtful and asked the old man about the purchase of lottery tickets.

The old man laughed and pointed around, "Nine out of ten people in the city have bought it. Ten kilograms of grain is only a few days' ration. If the bet happens to be right, the family will not be short of food for a month. If you lose, It doesn’t matter, it’s only ten kilograms of food anyway, and the young master doesn’t allow private sales of lottery tickets, it’s only once a month, it’s just fun.”

"dong dong dong dong..."

Suddenly a fierce drum beat sounded in the city.

When the old man heard this, he excitedly said to Zhou Gongdan: "The competition is about to begin. If you are interested, you can go and have a look first. I am going to get a good seat."

After that, he bowed his hands to Zhou Gongdan, turned around and walked quickly towards the center of the city along with the flow of people.

"A group of them only costs ten kilograms of grain. If you buy them all, wouldn't you be sure to win?"

Nezha seemed to have discovered some loophole, and excitedly said the sure way to win.

When Zhou Gongdan heard this, he turned to look at him as if he were looking at an idiot. For the first time, he found that these gods seemed to have little knowledge.

"Mr. Dan, is there something wrong with what I said?"

Noticing Zhou Gongdan's expression, Nezha scratched his head in confusion.

Zhou Gongdan sighed and asked, "How many kilograms of grain does a lottery ticket cost?" "Ten kilograms!"

"Then there are a total of several groups of soldiers competing."

"Ten groups!"

"What's the reward for winning the bet?"

"Hundred…"

Nezha was about to answer when he gradually understood the meaning and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Zhou Gongdan glanced at Nezha indifferently and said, "It is not easy to find loopholes in the policies formulated by the government." He walked towards the city.

After entering the city, Zhou Gongdan and Nezha were shocked again.

All the streets in the city are paved with bluestone, and there is no mud or dirt at all.

Although many of the people walking on the streets had patches on their clothes, they were very clean and had rosy faces. They did not show any symptoms of hunger.

Following the swarming flow of people to the center of the city, the two of them saw a huge square at a glance.

The square was blocked by a fence. A strong soldier wearing a tiger helmet stood beside the fence to maintain order among the people.

In the center of the fence, ten groups of soldiers stood in rows, each with bright armor, and a flag in front of each queue.

There are tigers, eagles, flying dragons, fire snakes...

"dong dong dong dong..."

The drums in the city lord's palace became more and more urgent, and with the final bang, a shout echoed throughout the square.

"Master is here!"

"Greetings, sir!"

The people who were watching and the soldiers who were standing guard paid homage to the tower one after another.

Nezha and Zhou Gongdan also bowed. When they looked up, they saw a young man in brocade clothes leading a woman with a veil, under the protection of guards, towards the viewing platform in the middle of the tower.

"It's your son."

Nezha didn't know Wang Xiao, so Zhou Gongdan gave some advice.

Nezha frowned when he heard this and asked in a low voice: "Young Master has magic power in him, and he is not weak at all."

Zhou Gongdan nodded slightly: "Young Master once worshiped a master as your teacher when you were young. When your uncle collapsed, you rushed back to attend the funeral."

"Which master is your disciple?"

Zhou Gongdan shook his head: "I don't know, I heard Mr. Bo say that he seems to be a very senior person in the Taoist sect."

Nezha became even more curious: "Is he higher than my master?"

Zhou Gongdan glanced at him, then turned to look at the city wall.

"Young Master has ordered, the drawing of lots has officially begun."

"dong dong dong dong..."

The rapid beating of drums sounded, and the officers who were lined up to prepare came out one after another and came to a large box held by an official.

Several officers gathered together to make gestures, and the last one stretched out his hand triumphantly, took out an iron ball and raised it high.

The drum sound stopped instantly, and the iron ball was sucked to the tower.

One person stood up and opened the iron ball, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao took a look and nodded. The man stood by the city wall holding a paper ball and shouted: "The rules of this martial arts competition are as follows."

"Everyone changes their weapons. The weapons held by each team have different colors. Hits in the chest and head are fatal. Those who are dyed will be deemed dead and must leave the field immediately."

"Teams can form alliances with each other and attack each other. The team of the last person left standing will come out on top, and then the rankings will be calculated."

"Do all parties still have any questions?"

After reading the rules, the Lord looked down at the ten officers leading the team.

The officers collectively knelt on one knee and saluted the city wall with fists in their hands.

"Young master, ten thousand years!"

Wang Xiao raised his hand: "Three-way drums are ready, the drums stop and the battle begins!"

(End of this chapter)