After the Qin army soldiers received steamed buns and porridge, a group of people slowly approached. They were obviously not the Qin army. Although most of the camps in the rear army were old and weak, and most of them were stationed soldiers with their own weapons and armor, they each had their own belongings. Even when they were having breakfast, they were five people, two people as one, and ten people as one. It looked messy and in fact they were well organized.

These people were in a mess, wearing tattered cloth clothes. Some had bronze swords tied to their waists, and some were just hoes without poles. They did not directly receive breakfast, but bought them with coins. Bai Dong looked at it and asked for one Qin Yuan to make a round of money for two steamed buns, which was not cheap.

After listening to the explanation of the soldiers next to me, I suddenly realized that these were the very distinctive military merchants in the Warring States Period. In this era, there were many wars in the world. In order to encourage soldiers to fight bravely, all countries stipulated that soldiers could keep 30% to 50% of the spoils seized by soldiers. However, the military merchants were not obliged to help store these spoils, so military merchants came into being. They brought their own weapons and equipment and were obliged to help the army fight and kill the enemy, but they were not recognized by the army. They had to pay a certain amount of money to the army regardless of food and accommodation.

This system continued to later generations. In history, some large military merchants could even do business directly with the country, digest a large amount of spoils that the country could not digest, or provide a large amount of arms to the countries in need. However, after Wei Yang entered Qin, these military merchant talents were all transformed into "officials and businessmen", and they purchased a large amount of seizure from soldiers, and then sold them to other countries to earn a lot of money to make use of the national treasury.

These were all small merchants in front of them. They were pale and thin, dressed in rags, and they were humble when trading with the Qin army. An old soldier proudly told Bai Dong that most of them were untouchables who didn't even have land. After farming the land of the master, they took the little capital saved from their mouths and ran to the military camp to fight for their lives. If they were lucky, they could not die. They could buy a few decent weapons and sell them to Rangers or big merchants who specialized in arms business, so they would not have to go hungry this year.

The woman who was talking just now was in the businessman team. If her voice was not for her feminine enough, Bai Dong would not even notice that this was a young woman. Her shirt was thin, her straw sandals were torn, revealing her two strong big toes, her hair was tied up like a man, and there were a few scars on her face. There was a wooden stick on her waist, which was not as thick as her wrist. It was hard to say whether she could successfully kill a dog.

After looking at the woman a few times, Bai Dong found that if she had changed into gorgeous clothes, washed her face, and put on smoky makeup, she would have been a model on the later catwalk. Her figure was very tall, about 1.7 meters tall, taller than many men of this era. Fortunately, there were many heroes in the Western Qin Dynasty, and standing among the Qin people was not considered a flock of chickens.

"You call me and want me to order a song?"

Bai Dong was very curious. Isn’t this era only elegant music? The rituals and music are the most respected by Confucius. How could he be so blasphemous? Is this woman really an alternative or is she brave?

"Bits are indeed a bitter child. They lost their mother early. My father followed us to do business. She earned a few small money by singing songs. This is what the Lord allowed. Mr., although she couldn't recognize a few words, she could sing the Book of Songs. Guanguan Jujiu and other things, it sounds nice..." The woman originally called Bitters. It was indeed a bitter untouchable who had no surname or clan. However, her popularity seemed to be very good, and several old soldiers helped her speak. In their opinion, Bai Dong, a scholar, must be a good deed. Being able to help Bitters bring a great rich man to a good man was considered a good deed.

He looked at Bai Dong timidly, tears rolling around in his eyes. She made some old soldiers' bloody money by singing songs, but she never spoke up for herself. The old soldiers saw that her father and daughter were pitiful and took the initiative to do business for her. But how much money can these poor people have? She now needs a lot of money to allow her father to spend the rest of her life safely. So Bai Dong, who was well dressed in bright clothes, became her target and she couldn't even care about her face.

Bai Dong's torn clothes made Ying unable to stand it, so he specially changed his silk clothes to a dark silk suit. With the name of a scholar, he stood in these military Hans as if he was a jade tree, and he really looked like a handsome man.

"Miss can sing the Book of Songs? I wonder how much it costs to listen to a song?"

It can be seen from those big black eyes that this is a woman with a story. Her face turned red like a crab that had just been out of the pot, and her two fairly straight long legs were trembling slightly. Didn’t they make a living by singing songs? They were so nervous that they looked like a young man who had just entered the sea.

"One...one gold!"

My lips were almost bitten by myself, so I took the courage to open my mouth, and then quickly lowered my head, not even daring to look at Bai Dong again, as if I had made a big mistake.

"One gold? Bitter wine, Mr. Bai is looking at you, why did you cheat Mr.! On weekdays, you only need two cents to sing a song. Brothers know that you are a good child. If you have a few spare money in your hands, there is nothing you don't want to help you. Is this crazy today?" Even the old army who was helping him just now couldn't stand it anymore, and he scolded Bitter wine with a serious face.

"Bit wine, what are you going to do! You broken woman, just don't let you get too big and worry-free!"

A middle-aged man rushed out of the crowd, cried bitterly, took off a straw sandal to make the butt of bitter wine. His arms were raised very high, but he was very particular when he fell. He basically left after touching it. He heard the butt squirting, but the sound was very weak, and he was obviously acting for Bai Dong to show it. The veterans were all experts and laughed: "Old yam, don't pretend, Mr. Bai, who is Mr. Bai? Are you here to deceive me?"

The middle-aged man ignored these veterans and walked to Bai Dong and knelt down with a thump, kowtowed repeatedly: "The little girl is ignorant, please forgive me."

He was really afraid. The Qin law punished the most severely for deceiving and stealing people. He asked for a gold price when he spoke bitter wine. This was already a fraud, and the target of deceiving was Mr. Bai. In the past few days, Mr. Bai had ghosts and gods, and he presented the "Powering Face Method" to Qin. The emperor treated Mr. Bai very politely and even sent the guard chief Li Di as his personal bodyguard. How great is this? He was so bitter wine that he was so desperate that he actually went to cheat him. Isn't this seeking death?

He pulled Bijiu for a few times, but Bijiu did not kneel down. He bit his lips gently, and his big eyes flashed at Bai Dong, as if he was still waiting for his answer. This deal seemed to be very important to her, and she was very eager to make that money.

"Old brother, get up first. Bitter wine is just talking about business with me. It's not as serious as you think. Your age is about the same as my mother. It's not good to kneel in front of me."

"Sir, jokingly, one gold? No one's little song can be worth one gold. It's because of bitter wine, and I shouldn't deceive Mr.... If the gentleman refuses to forgive, yam will not get up even if he kneels down."

Yam was ruthless, and he had not been a military businessman for a day. He had never seen a big man like the centurion and the thousand-man ruler. How could a big man be so easy to talk to? The more kind Mr. Bai smiled, the more afraid he was, and his body began to tremble.

"Brother Yam, the beautiful singing is priceless. Look at how popular bitter wine is here? I believe her singing must be very good. What does Yijin matter?"

The bitter wine made Bai Dong suddenly remember Cao'er and his mother, and the bitter people of Yishi Village. Helping her was like helping herself.
Chapter completed!