Insufficient balance

  The Flying Fire Beast that was almost suffocated to death by Zhao Fubo's card sleeve, at this time when facing him, neither barked nor bit, and didn't run around the enclosure.

  The tired big eyes looked watery, if it wasn't for knowing this guy's habit, I would have thought that Zhao Fubo had been cried out by him.

  "You didn't listen when I told you, this...this time...you know who's boss now!"

  Zhao Fu Bo spoke with a gasp, his words incoherent, and the hand holding the reins trembled as if he had contracted some serious illness.

  That flying fire beast let Zhao Fubo put a bridle and saddle on it, shaking its head and making several loud snorting sounds. Although not very used to it, when facing Zhao Fubo, it was indeed much more obedient. As for these shackles, it would also reluctantly accept them.

  This also shows that this guy is a pretty cool horse, if you can't beat him, make friends with him. Just like what the hooligans always say - we're both hooligans, who are we afraid of?

  After finishing this matter, Zhao Fubo panted heavily and sat on the fence.

  My heart is a little resentful of this bad horse, but looking at the Flying Fire Heavenly Beast's body, its fur wet with sweat, I couldn't help but feel some heartache for it.

  He stroked the horse's back with his hand, and then Zhao Fubo took out another thing from his pocket. This thing was similar to the Alpenliebe candy he gave Shu Yiner that day.

  It's hard to believe, but what he took out was something Mr. Martin called chocolate.

  Cocoa beans are not lacking in nearby Africa, using defatted cocoa beans, adding milk and cheese after condensation, became the chocolate solidified in these small square boxes.

  Of course, these things are now only made in the laboratory, so the quantity is quite small. Especially Martin told Zhao Fu Xiao that milk sugar is not a big deal, but chocolate has another name - military supplies, and the formula must not be leaked.

  "You're a stubborn guy, but you're not bad. I don't like horses without any temper! Today's the last time you get angry with me, or next time I'll slaughter you and make soup!"

  In the face of Zhao Fubo's threat, Fei Huo Ran Tian Shou merely moved its lips and let out a low growl from deep within its throat, like a child who knew it was wrong.

  However, when Zhao Fu Bo stuffed the chocolate maltose he had brought for bribery into its mouth and let it taste the flavor, it immediately changed.

  The long horse face approached Zhao Fu Bo, gently rubbing against him, and then the sensitive horse nose had already smelled what it was looking for.

  It stretched out its horse mouth very consciously, and if Zhao Fubo's pocket was not too small, it would have fed itself abundantly.

  "Hey, hey, you gluttonous horse, how can you be just like your brother Xiao Hei Tan?! Alright, alright, or I'll turn against you!"

  By the side watching this whole Wu Xing little John also finally put down his heart, one eye saw Zhao Fu Bo's arm, immediately began to play their nurse duties.

  "Your arm is bleeding, let me put some medicine on it!"

  Little John had just come over with the medicine box when the Flying Fire Beast immediately showed another bad habit. It tilted its head, opened its mouth and bit towards Little John.

  "Hey, you naughty horse, what has he fed you? Your brain is rotten!"

  Little John, who was almost bitten, jumped a big step and shouted at the Flying Fire Beast with a red face. The latter directly drilled behind Zhao Fubo, and glared at Little John with his mouth upturned and his horse's eyes, with a look of "you can't do anything to me".

  This wicked horse used to hate only Zhao Fubo before, but now it has become that except for Zhao Fubo, it doesn't like anyone else. Judging from its appearance, it is indeed a rogue among horses.

  "Alright, alright, Mukk, let's go practice our shooting. The competition will start soon."

  The martial arts competition in Huangsha City has indeed received a lot of attention from many people.

  That evening at supper it was the same as always. Everyone waited for little John to serve the meal after grace, and those who did not pray also started talking about trivial matters as usual.

  As they spoke, the gradually cooling night breeze swept across the dinner table. The oil lamp on the table, protected by glass, emitted a steady and dim light.

  Martin put down the goose quill pen that had been writing non-stop on his notebook and began to report the bad news to Zhao Fubo, who was training the horse over there with some excitement.

  "Let me calculate, the money we earned last time at Ziyun Manor is not much. We need to start business quickly, otherwise my plan will be disrupted! If our plan is disrupted, I'm afraid all of you and I will die without a place to bury!"

  Zhao Fubo's excitement faded as he listened to his words. He took over the account book and saw the negative signs indicating expenses, and he became worried.

  Martin looked at him silently, and he understood what it was like for a fifteen-year-old boy to face the pressure of life.

  "Don't forget, we're all counting on you!"

  Zhao Fubo looked at the people around him under the dim yellow light on the table. Little John, who had finished his prayer, stared at him, Mu Ke's calm and quiet eyes also stared at him, even Jack was staring at him.

  Of course, this excludes that heartless and ruthless Abdul-Jabbar, who would talk as if life or death were not an issue at all.

  As for Zhao's family situation, they basically all know about it.

  Currently, the Zhao family has roughly four factions. The third daughter's faction is the largest but also the most loose. Although it seems stable on the surface, underneath it is already surging with undercurrents.

  Then there are Xifang and Jifeng Village. In the city of Huangsha, Dalang's West Wing is sufficient in both wealth and manpower because it has Jifeng Village as its backing.

  Secondly, there are the three major landlords, although their powers differ, but in Huangsha City, they are also nothing to be reckoned with.

  The last one is the so-called Dongfang's power, which is also the weakest of the four powers, and even weak to the point where it can't be called a power. Although Shu Zhuang's main Shu Yun'er has her heart set on Zhao Fu Bo, but Shu Zhuang's strength won't give them any help.

  "Yes, we are indeed in a desperate situation, everything has to rely on ourselves!"

  Although he felt a little bewildered in his heart, facing everyone's gaze, Zhao Fubo still puffed out his chest. Unconsciously, he felt as if he had grown up a bit.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, to be honest I don't have any ideas, but I want to say we have teacher Martin, we have Muk and Jack, and we also have this guy."

  Abdul Zema heard Zhao Fu say something about himself and hurriedly swallowed the meat in his mouth.

  "Yes, master and I, you know me..."

  "Shut up, let's get down to business!"

  Zhao Fubo's order was indeed effective, and Abdul Zema's unstoppable mouth immediately shut tightly, and to show that he listened, he even pinched his own lips with his fingers.

  "In these days when we came back, Teacher Martin thought out a strategy. To put it simply, we need to have money and we also need people, as for how to do it, let's just wait for Teacher Martin to tell everyone."

  Martin did not expect these young people in front of him to give him any advice, and for the time being, the only one in the east house who could really be used as a person was probably Jack.

  Unfortunately, he was a Crusader longbowman. Even if language wasn't an issue, the most commonly used language in Huangsha City was Chinese. Ordinary communication might not be a problem, but when it came to saying something important, it was far from enough.

  "Jack, you'd better learn Chinese as soon as possible, otherwise it will be very troublesome for us to get things done."

  Jack, seated at the far end of the long table, was at that moment engaged in a struggle with a steak on his plate, using a knife and fork.

  "Ah, of course, Mr. Martine, but you know, I haven't received my military pay for a long time, so could you possibly advance me some? I feel like I don't look like a decent person!"

  Indeed, Jack now has nothing but a suit of leather armor on him. Especially with this appearance, he looks more like a slave than anything else. Who would discuss anything with a slave?

  "Of course, for the time being, money is not a problem, mainly we need those things and materials to be delivered in time. Also, I'm afraid we'll need more of the Ten Military Slaves, I think you should go with Abdul Zema to Purple Cloud Manor before this. By the way, bring back the profits from the merchants there."

  Jack didn't say anything, just waved his hand to indicate he got it.

  Life here is not as he imagined, being in the military, but rather his current task is somewhat like that of a standard businessman, shuttling back and forth among merchants all day.

  Continuously buying back those milk, cocoa and sugar things. Martin's lab is also continuously making these things into caramels, but what Jack can't understand is that until now, those caramels haven't been exchanged for a single Dirham silver coin.

  As for using Crusader prisoners as slaves, it was due to reasons of technical secrecy.

  "I can actually go, and my horse is obedient too..."

  As soon as Zhao Fubo thought of the Purple Cloud Villa, he immediately thought of his last trip with Shu Yiner. He had an inexplicable sense of anticipation about going to the Purple Cloud Villa.

  "No, you, Muk, Little John, none of you can go. You and Muk need to prepare for the martial arts competition, Little John needs to help both of you practice archery, and he also needs to learn Chinese himself, that's enough work for all of you, so let them two go!"

  Fu Bo and Mu Ke, get ready for this martial arts competition. This time we must win, and no matter what, we must win beautifully!

  Although this conforms to Zhao Fubo's idea, he doesn't think that he is really the number one in the world. For example, his archery skills are not as good as Jack and Little John. As for knife techniques, they can't compare with Mu Ke.

  Just as Zhao Fubo was about to interject, Martin stopped him with a hand gesture, telling him not to interrupt his own words.

  "This time, you and Muk must win the martial arts competition, because we want to take that opportunity to promote our Alpen milk sugar properly. As long as this promotion is in place, everyone's salary..."

  We'll send it out once the martial arts competition is over. Fubo said, "In order to give everyone their salary, this time we might have to lose on purpose!"

  It wasn't until then that Zhao Fubo suddenly woke up. Suddenly, he began to regret it. If it weren't for chasing those Mamluk cavalry back then and giving them freedom, why would he need to pay them a salary?!

  Raising his eyes to look at the people on the dinner table, Zhao Fubo gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, telling himself in his heart.

  "What a loss!"