After a pause, Guo Dajing added: "I will take some people to Longchuan City to have a look, and I will also make arrangements on the way so that Jianlu will not be able to relax."

"Be more careful." Liu Xingzuo warned: "Tomorrow's battle will be indispensable without your command."

Guo Dajing smiled and nodded, and said: "Don't worry, someone showed me a photo, he's not a short-lived ghost."

Liu Xingzuo glanced at Guo Dajing strangely and said, "Is it Shuai Mao?"

"Yes!" Guo Dajing blinked and asked strangely: "How did you guess it?"

Liu Xingzuo shrugged his shoulders and said, "One of Mao Shuai's hobbies is said to be his old profession."

Mao Wenlong used to be a fortune teller who set up a stall?!

In fact, this is a rumor. Judging from historical records, although Mao Wenlong's family background was not rich, he did not have to worry about food and clothing.

He received traditional Confucian orthodox education when he was a child, and was never interested in the Four Books and Five Classics. He liked to read the book on the art of war, "Shame on learning to promote the career of one's son, and learn about the art of war of Sun and Wu." In the late Ming Dynasty, when literature was valued over martial arts, it was naturally difficult to obtain a decent reputation.

Fame.

Later, through his maternal uncle Shen Guangzuo, Mao Wenlong was recommended to Ningyuan Bo Li Chengliang's tent and began his military career in Liaodong.

In September of the same year, he took part in the martial arts examination in Liaodong, "ranked sixth", and was appointed to the Anshan Hundred Households, and was later promoted to the garrison of Kueyang.

Therefore, it is a rumor to say that Mao Wenlong once made a living by telling fortunes, and it is meant to belittle him. However, it is quite possible that he worked under Li Chengliang and knew the old slave, and was even familiar with it.

Guo Dajing asked curiously: "Then before sending troops to fight, does Marshal Mao predict good or bad luck?"

Liu Xingzuo waved his hand and said in a confused voice: "Where did you want to go? Don't talk nonsense to outsiders, it will damage the reputation of Marshal Mao."

Guo Dajing laughed twice and nodded repeatedly. There are feudal superstitions and occupational diseases are possible, but it is really nonsense to use divination to predict war.
Chapter completed!