Nineteen went to America

  "Be good, listen, young master will give you candy later."

  "No way!"

  "I'm the young master, what I say goes."

  "But... but then Uncle Fu will scold me!"

  "If you don't do it, Master will scold you and sell you off."

  "Master..."

  "Don't hesitate anymore, let's get started!" "Right, take off your clothes first, so they won't get dirty."

  "Shh... be gentle, girl!"

  “......。”

  Chen Ping brought Zhao Long and Li Qiang to the front of the young master's house, just as they heard a conversation coming from inside the room. Suddenly, several black lines appeared on his forehead, and he thought to himself: "This young master is really too powerful, he looks like he's only twelve years old."

  The intermittent sounds inside made the three of them hesitate at the door, their big eyes staring at each other in embarrassment. Should they go in or not?

  "Should I go in? What if I accidentally ruin Young Master's good deed and he kills me to silence me?" Li Qiang thought.

  "Not going in? But didn't Young Master say there's an important matter to discuss? If this delays the big affair, I'm afraid we can't escape a scolding." Chen Ping hesitated and struggled.

  "In any case, I won't go in first, wait for you all to decide before speaking." Zhao Long became even more shameless.

  After a long time, the three of them still couldn't take a step forward. Just as they were about to give up and leave, the thick door curtain suddenly opened, and Qiao Xi, the little girl, came out with a small package in her hand, looking neat and tidy. Seeing the three people standing at the door in a daze, she asked curiously: "Mr. Chen, Brother Long, Brother Li, Young Master has been waiting for you for a long time, why don't you go in?"

  "Oh, right, we were just about to go in." Chen Ping was the first to react, pretending to pat his clothes to cover up the awkwardness, preparing to enter the house.

  Li Qiang saw Xiao Jue leave, and immediately pushed Zhao Long with his arm: "Big Dragon, why is this little girl so calm? Could it be that they have been in a clandestine relationship all along?"

  "Huh? Why are you talking so much today? Dare to interfere with Master's affairs? You want to die!" Zhao Long curiously glared at Li Qiang, pulled him in with a strong tug, and dragged him inside.

  As soon as the three of them clearly saw the situation inside the house, they were stunned like a pheasant frightened by an eagle, standing still and stupidly staring, forgetting to speak, with wide eyes and a ghostly expression.

  "What's wrong? Never seen a bald head?"

  In the room, Li Mo sat beside the stove, his shiny bald head gleaming in the reflection of the fire.

  Chen Ping was a bit surprised, but having followed his grandfather to the UK since childhood, he remained calm. However, Zhao Long and Li Qiang were both stunned, "Young Master, what kind of play is this?!" They stared wide-eyed, looking around frantically.

  "Pigtail? Where's your pigtail, young master?" Zhao Long asked hastily.

  "Don't look anymore, just now Xiao Qiao was strangled and taken away!"

  "It turned out to be a shave, what's the point of being so ambiguous!" Li Qiang pouted his mouth, looking at Young Master's shiny and bright head, biting his lips tightly, not letting himself laugh out.

  "Master, this is what our ancestors left behind, you..." Zhao Long was the eldest after all, and when he saw that Master had even cut off his queue, he immediately became grief-stricken.

  "What ancestral rules! Those are the rules of the Manchu people!" Li Mo curled his lips and continued to say with a carefree attitude: "Besides, since we've come out this time, some habits need to be changed. In a few days, I'll be going to America, where I'll have to deal with foreigners. We can't let them look down on us and laugh at my queue!" Li Yunfei touched his head, and indeed, he himself was not used to the shiny baldness, but there was no way around it - it was still better than having a gleaming forehead.

  "Go to America?" Before they could recover from the shock of Young Master's haircut, the three were stunned again by this bombshell. The gold mine had just started to show some promise, and winter was approaching, so what was the point of going to America at this time?

  "Master, what are you going to America for?" Li Qiang blinked his eyes, America! Don't know if he's taking himself along.

  "What's the big idea?! Do you think I, a young master, enjoy dealing with those foreigners?!" Li Mo spread his hands and put on a helpless expression, saying: "Opening a gold mine isn't just about manpower, so I need to go with Thomas during the winter to purchase machinery and supplies, and then next spring we can immediately transport them in to expand production."

  "Oh." The three of them nodded in agreement. Everyone knew that the development of the gold mine had hit a bottleneck these past few days, so they didn't suspect anything.

  Li Mo saw the three of them, especially Zhao Long being stunned by his trip to America, temporarily avoiding the pursuit of him cutting the whip, and quickly pointed to the stool in front of him, saying: "Sit down, it just so happens that I have something to entrust to you."

  As the three of them sat down, Li Mo carefully pulled out a small box from beside his pillow, opened it, and took out two books. He handed them over to them with a serious expression: "Remember, except for you three and Guo Zhang, this book is not allowed to be seen by anyone else for now. Even if Zhang Shun wants to take a look, he must tell me first!"

  When Li Mo solemnly pulled out two books from the box, the three of them temporarily put aside their discussion about Young Master cutting the whip and going to America, and carefully took the books to examine them.

  Chen Ping doesn't need to be mentioned, Li Qiang and Zhao Long have also been following Li Guotai for many years, they are much stronger than those rough and unrefined bodyguards, at least they can recognize words when writing articles.

  Chen Ping first opened a book, only to see the cover page with a line of elegant small characters: "Weapons are the instruments of the state, struggling between life and death, wandering between survival and destruction, therefore it is impermissible to neglect practice for even one day."

  As a great crosser, Li Mo won't copy the opening of Sun Tzu's Art of War, let alone remember what it says. After all, he is just a power engineer and not one of those generals who lead troops in battle. So after some processing, he wrote it on the homepage.

  Chen Ping's eyebrows furrowed in surprise, not because he found it strange that the opening of Sun Tzu's Art of War had been altered beyond recognition, but because he wondered who could have written this. The words and phrases somehow exuded a delicate elegance, which was completely at odds with the content. Could it be that this book, which looked like a military treatise, was actually written by a woman?

  "I'm just responsible for copying, it's a small job." Li said frankly, of course he, the great young master Li, would never admit that someone as learned and knowledgeable as him, who is proficient in Baidu and Wikipedia, can't write with a brush.

  "Is... this something you wrote, Master?!"

  Now, all three of them were stunned, staring with wide eyes as if they wanted to see through Li Dashi. Especially Chen Ping, whose mind was churning like a stormy sea. To say that Li Yunfei had single-handedly hijacked the ship, killed foreigners, and then surrendered Thomas, leading everyone to find the gold mine address, all these could be attributed to his birth in a noble family, his martial arts training since childhood, his meticulous thinking, and the guidance of foreigners. After all, such geniuses were not rare in Chinese history.

  But when he heard that the book in front of him was actually written by this twelve-year-old child, the shock it brought was not just a little. A twelve-year-old genius is possible, but a twelve-year-old who starts writing books? No, a twelve-year-old monster!

  Chen Ping finally managed to tear his gaze away, continuing to turn the pages. He wanted to take a closer look at what this twelve-year-old demon young master had written, but as he delved deeper, his eyes became glued to the page and couldn't be pulled away.

  Zhao Long and Li Qiang leaned in together, staring at the book with sparkling eyes. "Is this really written by you, Young Master?" Zhao Long finally asked after a long time, struggling to move his gaze away, looking up to say.

  "It is." Li Mo originally wanted to say: "Ben Shao Ye has observed various countries……" and so on, over 5,000 words. However, the words reached his lips but didn't come out. It wasn't that he didn't want to show off Ben Shao Ye's abilities, but rather just as he was about to speak, Zhao Long went back to reading again.

  The room was quiet, Li Mo held the tea and seemed to be sipping it leisurely, but after a mouthful, "Pfft, damn German devils, they don't even know how to drink tea, what's the point of keeping such terrible tea leaves!", he quickly spat out the tea dregs, looking at the expressions of the three people, he just wanted to laugh.

  "This young master isn't just a plagiarist of the Republic's land and sea military training outline, he even improved it a bit! Oh, right, and there's also the fabricated special forces training plan, is this surprising? If I were to get my hands on an atomic bomb manufacturing manual, I wonder if these guys would directly devour me!"

  Li Mo was sipping his tea, lost in thought, when suddenly Chen Ping knelt down abruptly in front of him, startling Li so much that he almost spilled his tea and began to tremble. What's going on? Had this guy gone crazy from reading too many books?

  Chen Ping suddenly knelt down, staring at Li Mo who was shivering with fear, took a deep breath and suddenly sighed: "Young Master, I give up!"

  "Get up, get up, I've said it many times, I'm not interested in this." Li Mu hastily helped Chen Ping up, but his heart was already filled with joy, thinking: "I'm going to subdue you guys and make you willingly help me train some top-notch soldiers."

  Of course, these words cannot be said in front of others, so Li Mo pretended to be humble and said: "This book is based on the teachings of our teacher over the years, and I have compiled it according to the inadequacies of military training in various countries in recent years. You can refer to it for military training."

  It's clear that Mr. Li is the one who stole the military training outline and tactical manuals of the Republic, yet he shamelessly shifts the blame to that foreign teacher. I wonder if that foreign teacher knew what his disciple had done, would he be overjoyed or furious?

  Li Mo paused for a moment, seriously pointing to the book in Li Qiang's hand: "This is the method of training elite soldiers. However, these methods are extremely difficult for ordinary people to endure, so it is necessary to require the trainees to have strong willpower, physical strength, and also be brave, meticulous, and quick-witted."

  Li Qiang got the special forces manual written by Li Mo based on some online information from his previous life, and Li Qiang was exactly that kind of crazy, strict, and ambitious guy who wanted to reach the top. This special forces training manual was given to him, which couldn't be more suitable.

  As for Zhao Long, with the training outline and the practical operation methods he learned in the new army, I believe that the level of the guard team will be further improved, and truly reach the level in his heart.

  "You all go down first, three days later Chen Ping, Zhang Shun, Thomas and I will go to the United States together. Zhao Long, Li Qiang, in the days when I am not here, this place is handed over to Fu Bo and you two!" Li Mo reminded: "Remember, no matter what method you use, you must keep the secret of the camp until next spring, wait for me to come back!"

  "Yes." The three of them stood up suddenly and bowed together.