Chapter 847: Yellow Dragon Medal

"The Yellow Dragon Medal! Hahahaha, look, this is the Yellow Dragon Medal!"

After Liu Zheng left, Niu Chaofeng could not have been more excited.

The Yellow Dragon Medal, this was the equivalent of the old iron certificate of immunity! At a critical moment, it could be used to save one's life!

It was just that.

He did not quite understand; he was merely a rustic villager, a greenhorn from a farming village, and even if he possessed some wealth now, it shouldn't be enough to warrant such high regard from Vice Minister Liu.

With a flash of wit, he gathered all his men together.

A meeting!

When this group of people heard Niu Chaofeng's question, they also began to look blank, staring at one another, then scratching their heads and picking at their feet.

That's right.

That doesn't make sense!

What kind of person is Niu Chaofeng?

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When Niu Chaofeng saw his group of subordinates unable to squeeze out a single fart after a long time, he grew anxious: "You lot, I tell you to read more books, and you complain that I'm nagging, but now you're out of ideas, aren't you?"

The group burst into uproarious laughter.

In truth, this group was born of the wild, let alone reading, few of them were even literate. So, the big brother shouldn't mock the second brother; one was much the same as the other.

Who was Vice Minister Liu?

Vice Minister Liu had actually come in person to inspect the work and had given Niu Chaofeng extremely high affirmation.

This matter was very unusual.

Leaving only Niu Chaofeng behind, lost in deep thought.

The team was growing larger and larger.

He felt he was struggling to keep up, racking his brains every day. For the first time, he felt that being the boss was such an exhausting thing.

Niu Chaofeng was also amused to the point of anger: "Alright, alright, you all go down. Hurry up and get to work, you hear me?"

"Yes!"

The group then dispersed in laughter.

What did he want him to do?

Just because he was farming?

No.

Vice Minister Liu.

What on earth does that mean?

The Yellow Dragon Medal was the highest level of medal that any Jiedushi could bestow.

Niu Chaofeng rubbed his temples with some helplessness.

He felt.

The team had grown and developed, and it was time for a Military Advisor.

That was impossible.

A big figure like Vice Minister Liu must have some ulterior motive.

So, coming back to it, what did he see in him? He was just a small fry from Niu Family Village.

A group of burly men looked at him blankly.

Niu Chaofeng also watched him suspiciously.

Because this scholar's style was simply too incompatible with the people working on this farm. Moreover, no matter how one looked at it, this scholar looked somewhat sleazy, appeared to be in his early thirties, was short in stature, and his body was greasy to an appalling degree.

I didn't expect this.

When a person's luck is good, it's like having a pillow appear just as one gets sleepy. Not many days later, a travel-worn scholar, carrying a basket, came to seek refuge with Niu Chaofeng.

This scholar could be described as frail, the kind who would likely fall over if the wind blew.

The crowd roared with laughter, unable to stop.

The sleazy scholar chuckled: "Boss, besides me, there's no one else."

The whole room laughed again.

"Achoo!"

At this time, the weather hadn't fully warmed up, and as soon as this scholar arrived, he caught a cold.

Niu Chaofeng rubbed his eyes: "This gentleman, you want to come and be my Military Advisor?"

He had traveled for half a year from Liangzhou.

That's correct.

He was one of the first batch of students at the Liangzhou Academy; according to the timeline, the students of the Liangzhou Academy shouldn't have graduated yet. But this person was a bit different; when he was at the academy, he liked to engage in crooked ways, his character was not upright, and the books he read and the things he learned in the academy were considered unorthodox by others, yet he was utterly fascinated by them.

This person was brazen beyond people's imagination.

Niu Chaofeng smiled slightly: "Then tell me, what am I thinking right now?"

This scholar was named Meng Chao.

Then I'll go to Liaodong!

Half a year.

He had walked for a full half year.

In the end, the academy had no choice, and Shen Xing issued an order to expel him directly from the academy.

Meng Chao was also disheartened at the time; a talent like him, and they just discarded him like that?

Good!

The others, however, were unimpressed.

Everyone knew what their boss had been struggling with lately; these past few days, quite a few people had volunteered to be his Military Advisor, but among them, there wasn't a single one Niu Chaofeng thought highly of.

They could nitpick over words, but when it came to actual Strategy, they were all blockheads.

He felt that in this life, he was capable of accomplishing something.

Facing Niu Chaofeng's question, he chuckled: "The boss must be thinking, how many days can this guy survive in Liaodong? Of course, speaking in broader terms, the boss must be worried about what exactly the Vice Minister wants you to do."

As soon as these words were spoken, Niu Chaofeng was stunned.

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

Niu Chaofeng was even more shaken; he waved his hand, and his underlings immediately closed the doors.

Afterwards, Niu Chaofeng looked coldly at Meng Chao: "Sir, be careful that disaster does not come from your mouth!"

He had originally thought this was just another person looking for a free meal, but he hadn't expected it to be somewhat interesting; Niu Chaofeng smiled faintly: "Fine, then tell me."

This Meng Chao was not shy; he put down the basket he was carrying on his back and started with a shocking statement: "The Vice Minister wants the boss to go to war!"

"What?"

This question was a bit unconventional.

The group looked at each other in dismay.

Then, his eyes lit up: "You mean, military medals?"

Good heavens.

I went through so much trouble to wash my hands of the past and go straight, and you want me to go to war? Is this a death wish?

Meng Chao laughed heartily: "Boss, that is where you are wrong. Listen to me as I explain slowly; has the boss ever thought about what this Yellow Dragon Medal actually is?"

Niu Chaofeng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Continue!"

Meng Chao looked quite sleazy, so when he put on the airs of a scholar, it was still somewhat comical.

"Boss, Meng Chao believes that the Vice Minister wants to give the boss a Gold Medal of immunity, as well as a guarantee that you can form a private army. Furthermore, the geographical location of the boss's farm is very delicate: to the north is Tsarist Russia, to the east is Korea, to the south is Liaodong, and to the west are the Qiang. Boss, think about it, your farm is very dangerous."

The Yellow Dragon Medal was issued by the Regional Commander and was mostly used for military purposes. At first, people had never thought of it in this way, but now, prompted by Meng Chao, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

Good heavens.

Could it be that the Vice Minister really had a hidden agenda?

His eyes began to gleam with intensity.

Then, he spoke word by word.

"The Vice Minister wants the boss to continue reclaiming land, using your previous methods, to develop your farm to..."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Niu Chaofeng looked calm: "I just want to farm; it's not as mysterious as you say, is it?"

Meng Chao laughed heartily: "Things are just that strange; the Vice Minister doesn't want you to just farm here, but rather..."

"In a more northern direction!"

The entire room fell deathly silent.