The Summoner of the Battle of All Realms

"Okay." After everyone shouted tired, Qin Qiong waved her hand.

"This is the statistician from the county. Please write down your home address. Of course, those who can write can also write a letter to their family members. If you can't write, I won't care. Remember, we only have one afternoon and one night, and the statistician will leave early tomorrow morning," Qin Qiong said with a smile.

Chapter 753 Qin Qiong’s Strategy Goodbye Wei Zhuang

After hearing Qin Qiong's words, everyone couldn't care less about their excitement. Time was limited and they had to think carefully about what they should write to their families.

Among these soldiers, there are some who are literate and some who are uneducated. Of course, there are more uneducated people, so they can only ask people who can write to write a letter home for them.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

A letter from home may be nothing in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of relatives, it is the most precious thing.

Seeing the soldiers scattering in a hurry, Qin Qiong was not angry, but instead expressed a voice of relief.

Qin Qiong looked at the statistician with a smile on his face and said, "Sir, statistician, please." Qin Qiong packed up the best accounting room and left it to him.

"General, you're welcome." The statistician waved his hand.

Then, Qin Qiong and others began to get busy, distributing the papers.

Unlike the "snowflake white paper" worth hundreds of gold, this kind of paper is the worst paper, but even so, it is not something these soldiers can afford.

But with Fusu here, they can afford it.

Who made Fusu the mastermind behind "papermaking"?

Have paper and be willful.

Then, Qin Qiong also got busy. He took out a piece of paper and wrote a letter to his family.

But when he got the brush in his hand, he didn't know what to write.

Suddenly, my emotions were all over the place.

Qin Qiong felt empty and complicated in her heart, and she didn't know what to write.

…

There were many others like Qin Qiong. When they picked up the brushes in their hands, they realized that they didn't know what they were thinking.

There is only one piece of paper, if you throw it away it will be gone.

You only have one chance, if you don't cherish it, it will be gone.

Qin Qiong's legion is just an example, and similar things have happened to several other legions.

It's just that the distance is far and near.

There are just as many people as there are people.

Such things happened to all the major legions under Fusu's command.

Qin Qiong thought for a long time and finally wrote a letter home. In the letter, he said that his condition was very good and he was highly regarded by the eldest son, so that they should not worry and take good care of themselves.

Qin Qiong didn't write too much. He is not a particularly nagging or ink-writing person.

So after writing it, Qin Qiong put it aside.

Then, Qin Qiong began to think about how to retain the statistician. Even if he stayed for one more morning, he might be able to help many people.

Qin Qiong thought for a while and the best way was to get him drunk.

Then, Qin Qiong called his subordinates and whispered a few words in his ears.

The subordinate nodded, pulled away the kitchen, asked the cook to prepare a large table of dishes, and then washed the food for him.

The statistician was unprepared and believed it.

Then, everyone, led by Qin Qiong, started to toast. If you don't drink, you won't give face.

All of these people are soldiers. If you don't give them face, they will give you a red face or even beat you.

The statistician had no choice but to hold his nose and drink!

In the end, he was so drunk that he fell unconscious on the dinner table.

Qin Qiong ordered people to carry it down hurriedly, giving the many soldiers a whole morning's time.

…

After Fusu came out of Feixue Pavilion, he did not go back to the Young Master's Mansion, but went to another place.

He had some food and wine prepared, and then took Zi Nu directly to the Tianlao.

There were heavy guards on both sides of the prison.

Fusu took out his belt and took Zi Nu directly into the dungeon.

Except for the death of Hidden Bat, almost all of the Quicksand Organization were arrested.

Although Wei Zhuang and the others were in the dungeon, Fusu had never abused them.

Serve them with delicious food and drink.

"Eldest Young Master", when they saw Fusu, everyone saluted.

"Yes." Fusu nodded and walked in with Zi Nu.

"Weizhuang, the eldest son is here to see you," the cell leader shouted to Wei Zhuang.

It can be said that people in the Quicksand Organization basically stay together.

The place where Wei Zhuang lives is the best and most luxurious, and he is exposed to the sun every day.

In addition to Wei Zhuang, followed by Bai Feng, then Cang Lang King and Black Qilin, and finally Wushuang.

Wushuang is thick-skinned and doesn't care about image.

Moreover, the place where Wushuang lives is just a little worse than Wei Zhuang and the others.

Wei Zhuang opened his eyes and happened to see Fu Su and Zi Nu.

"Humph, are you here to ridicule me?" Wei Zhuang said coldly.

He is a proud man, and he is willing to die for his dignity.

"You are thinking too much." Fusu walked in directly with Zi Nu. "Today is New Year's Eve. I think of you being lonely in prison, so I will drink two glasses of wine with you." Fusu said to Wei Zhuang laughed.