Chapter 1129： The world's first martial arts competition!

After calling Zhao Yun, Jiang Siming didn't say anything to compliment him. He just asked a few questions at random and let Zhao Yun go.

He is different from other princes. Other princes used their eloquence in attracting talents, various attributes of licking dogs, and gifts of various treasures and status.

Liu Bei won't say anything, this is a professional dog licking.

Originally asked Xu Shu to be his military adviser, Xu Shu didn't want to work with him, but he cried and howled, and finally knelt down to get Xu Shu out of the mountain.

Looking for Zhuge Liang is even more visits to the thatched cottage. The two loyal Guan Zhang does not care about their feelings, but only cares for Zhuge Liang.

Boss Cao is also licking the dog, trying to win Guan Yu, and also to send the beauty and the red rabbit.

When Guan Yu was “working” under his account, every day he ate, he would send him to Guan Yu’s mansion as soon as he had any good food and wine. He also said that he couldn’t get cold, and he would cut it off if it was cold. Human head.

Yuan Shao is the only one of the two licking dogs.

After all, Yuan Shao's family has a great cause, four generations and three males, without him licking, there are countless advisers and soldiers to submit to him.

Although Jiang Siming is the prime minister, his family background is far inferior to Yuan Shao.

So there are not many people who take refuge in him.

The soldier who took the initiative to seek refuge was Dian Wei Gaolan, Zhang Yun and Wei Yan. It would be hard to tell if the counselor had not held the imperial examination.

and many more!

Jiang Siming's inspiration suddenly flashed. Since imperial examinations can be held, why not do martial arts?

Or come to the world's best competition!

Those combative and brave masters will definitely go for the No. 1 ranking in the world.

Wen has no first, Wu has no second, this is the rule since ancient times.

And Zhao Yun walked out of the prime minister's mansion somehow, and met the Yan Gang waiting for him.

"General Zhao, what did the prime minister tell you?" Yan Gang was puzzled.

"Oh, I didn't say anything, I just asked a few simple questions next." Zhao Yun answered honestly, saying that Jiang Siming only asked where his hometown is, whether there are younger siblings at home, and so on.

But Yan Gang didn't believe him. When the prime minister called him alone, he would ask him such a naive question?

Coupled with the fact that the prime minister was about to win over Zhao Yun just now, Yan Gang almost believed in his heart that the two must have reached an agreement.

If that's the case, let's tell the Lord, Zhao Yunxin is no longer with Gongsun Zan anyway.

Just like that, Zhao Yun was caught by Jiang Siming...

Within two days, the reply came quickly, and Gongsun Zan agreed.

Jiang Siming smiled that he had known it would be like this, so Xun Yu sent Yan Gang more than 20 carts of potatoes and corn.

These things have matured as early as last month, and now Jiang Siming doesn't worry that there is no grain, and the treasury is almost running out of grain.

Both potatoes and corn can mature in two or three months. After large-scale planting, they can be harvested three times a year.

With these two things, Jiang Siming's people will never go hungry again.

For him, these fifty carts of grain are just sprinkling water.

But for Youzhou, where the land is poor and ridged, it is difficult to grow grain, so 50 carts of grain is more important to Gongsun Zan than a hundred thousand horses.

The two can be regarded as getting what they need, and they can exchange food for war horses in the future. This alliance is a win-win.

Yan Gang led the troops to go back to work with the grain happily, but Zhao Yun was ‘abandoned’ in Chang’an, and became the weight of Gongsun Zan’s friendship with Jiang Siming.

After listening to Yan Gang’s description, Gongsun Zan gave Zhao Yun to Jiang Siming almost without thinking.

Zhao Yun stayed, but he was suffocated in his heart and felt depressed every day.

"How is Zhao Yun?"

At another minister's banquet, Jiang Siming ate the best roasted deer legs and took the time to ask.

Xun You smiled and replied: "It's still the same. Every day I bore myself in the room, not speaking, or talking to any soldiers."

"Lord, do you need beauty and property to dredge?" Hua Xin said.

Jiang Siming smiled, shook his head and said: "These are useless to him. If he is someone who can even be moved by this kind of thing, I don't want him."

"What should I do then? Looking at this person, he is indeed hidden and has great abilities, but it seems that he has some prejudice against the lord." Wei Yan said.

"It's not prejudice, but resentment. He was complaining that I was deceiving and let Gongsun Zan sell him."

Jiang Siming took a sip of the old wine, picked up the lemon on the table, squeezed the juice, smeared it on the venison, sprinkled with cumin, took a bite, and was comfortable~

In ancient times, there was no such way of eating and there was no lemon, so I got tired of eating too much.

Now Jiang Siming's subordinates will eat like this.

"Wen Ruo." Jiang Siming shouted.

"The minister is here." Xun Yu quickly stopped his chopsticks and got up to reply.

"Tomorrow, draw up an imperial decree for me, just say that after the fifteenth, the Prime Minister will hold the world's first competition in Hedong City, fifty miles north of Chang'an."

When Jiang Siming finished speaking, everyone was shocked.

Jiang Siming ignored them and continued:

"This is the world's number one martial arts competition. It is a unique opportunity to see military generals. Everyone can participate. If you win the top ten, you can march into a general! Even if you have a military rank, you can also be added to the ranks!"

"Also tell all the princes, if you want to come, you can't bring soldiers, you can only bring a hundred guards, the truth is the same, if anyone dares to violate the rules, the truth is the first to get rid of him!"

After Jiang Siming finished speaking, the civil servants all whispered, discussing the pros and cons of this martial arts exercise.

And those generals are so excited that they are going to shake the sky.

The world's first martial arts competition! The name sounds so exciting to them.

Whoever wins first is the best player in the world!

Especially the peerless generals like Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Dian Wei, they almost jumped up when they thought of being able to fight against the world's major masters.

"Okay, okay! I must participate in the world's number one martial arts competition!" Zhang Fei wailed.

Guan Yu swept off his long beard, his face reddened with a red smile: "Third brother, wait until then, if you meet your brother, don't blame your brother for not keeping his hands."

"Second brother, even if you let go, Zhang Fei is not afraid."

Hahaha...

All of these generals are going crazy.

Guo Jia smiled and asked Jiang Siming: "The lord does this, but he wants to capture all the generals in the world?"

Jiang Siming laughed and said, "Naturally."

"Then why do you agree to the participation of the princes, in case they come to dig people?"

Jiang Siming put down the wine glass and said with emotion: "If they disagree, then the generals under their hands did not participate. This game will be very moist and make the world unconvinced."

"Even if you let them dig people, good birds choose trees and dwell, good officials choose the master and treat them, they have their own choices, and they respect their choices."

"Furthermore, if there is truth, the number one in the world is there! Why should you care too much about the second and third in the world? Hahaha!"

Jiang Siming's domineering laughter convinced all his subordinates. This kind of demeanor and the charm of superiors were absolutely invisible to other princes.