Liu Huaqiang thought that 700 deniers were too little, but Daval didn't think so. In his eyes, this was simply a huge sum of money.
The golden ducat coins made the newly promoted knight stare straight.
If the money was not in Liu Huaqiang's hand, he would definitely snatch the gold coin and take a bite to see if he could leave a tooth mark.
Liu Huaqiang saw Daval's eyes, pulled his dirty hand, and put all the gold and silver coins in his hand.
"This money is for you as a fund for recruiting people. It's not much money. I only have this now."
"Sir... this is a lot of money! I... I don't need so much, two silver coins are enough."
Daval said this, but his hands were clenched tightly, holding the gold and silver coins in his hands firmly.
"Don't refuse. This money is just a drop in the bucket to support an army.
When you spend money, you should be more calculating and spend every Denier on the most needed places.
When we drive away the invaders, we will get mountains of gold and silver, and we can spend it as we want."
To be honest, Liu Huaqiang was really afraid that his money would go down the drain, so he simply painted a big pie for Daval.
The scene of mountains of gold and silver suddenly appeared in Daval's mind. He himself didn't know how he imagined this picture with his limited imagination.
Wiping the saliva from the corners of his mouth, Daval carefully put the money in his hand into the dirty trouser pocket.
Then he covered his pocket with one hand, as if he was afraid that the gold and silver coins inside would grow wings and fly away.
"After the Ottomans take me away, you will gather the troops according to the points I mentioned earlier.
Remember, you must be careful and never let the news leak out.
If you can't judge whether a person is trustworthy, it is better to give up on him than to take risks."
Liu Huaqiang continued to instruct Daval. He pondered for a moment and said, "After tonight, I am afraid that we will hardly have the opportunity to contact each other, so there must be a safe way to exchange information.
Before arriving at Targoviste, the Ottomans will find a place to rest along the way, and I will find a way to slow down the pace.
If there is any news that needs to be delivered, you should arrive at the next most likely resting place in advance, write down the news and bury it next to the stable.
At that time, I will find a way to get rid of others, find your letter next to the stable, and leave you a note."
The most accurate identity of Liu Huaqiang now should be called the heir to the Grand Duke of Wallachia.
Only by going to Targoviste, the capital of Wallachia, and accepting the sacred coronation of the Patriarch (the equivalent of the Pope in the Orthodox Church), can he become the real Grand Duke of Wallachia.
At the current speed, if Liu Huaqiang deliberately delays, it will take at least a month to reach Targoviste.
In this way, Daval has enough time to recruit people and horses, and it is also convenient to pass on information.
As for the place to rest every night, it is not difficult to determine. Every time they go to a place, the largest local nobles will definitely take the initiative to invite Liu Huaqiang and his party to rest in their castles or manors.
After listening to Liu Huaqiang's plan, Daval nodded first, then shook his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "Sir, your idea is very good, but there is a problem, I can't read."
In the 15th century, whether in the East or the West, people's literacy rate was not high, only about 20%.
"It's okay. In that case, I will teach you a symbol now.
To be precise, this should be a way to record numbers. How many people have you gathered? Use this method to record and write it on the stable, and I will know the progress on your side."
Liu Huaqiang's mind was racing, simplifying everything. He didn't need to know whether Daval had gathered shoemakers or cooks, just the specific number was enough.
As for the symbol he mentioned, it was very simple, just lowercase Chinese characters and numbers.
Not daring to waste time, Liu Huaqiang immediately squatted on the ground and wrote from one to ten to Daval.
Daval was illiterate, not because he was stupid, but because he had no conditions for education since childhood.
So, just by looking at it once, he remembered the writing of ten lowercase Chinese characters and numbers.
"Okay, that's it. Report to me the number of people gathered there every one or two days.
When you find someone who can write and trust, we will start to communicate with each other using notes.
At that time, you write three of these symbols where you hide the notes, and I will know that you have news for me."
While talking, Liu Huaqiang wrote a "six" on the ground, and "six six six" became the signal for the two people to pass on the message.
Liu Huaqiang has already explained everything to Dawar. Next, it depends on whether Dawar can complete the task.
Of course, Liu Huaqiang knows that all eggs cannot be put in one basket.
So on the way back, he will look for new agents to give him the same task as Dawar.
A pile of sand makes a tower. If one Dawar finds 20 people, 20 Dawars can find 400 people.
Although the time is short, if it really develops like this, Liu Huaqiang believes that within two months, he will be able to get rid of the control of the Ottomans.
"Dear Knight Daval, I will entrust my fate to you, and I hope you can bring me good news."
"Your Excellency the Duke, I will do my best to complete the task and live up to your expectations."
After giving each other an affirmative look, Liu Huaqiang turned and left the stable.
It has been about half an hour since he left the room, which is indeed a bit longer.
So when he passed by the two Ottoman sentinels before, he let them stop again.
"Why did you go for so long just now!?"
An Ottoman soldier asked in a very stiff Montenian language.
Montenian language is the mother tongue of Tepesh. After Liu Huaqiang received Tepesh's memory, he naturally mastered this language.
In his heart, Liu Huaqiang still wanted to beat the Ottoman soldier who asked the question.
But in reality, he could do nothing but glare at this guy fiercely.
"Sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. It may be because the room of that annoying groom is too dirty."
Liu Huaqiang made up a random excuse. The Ottomans did not doubt it and impatiently asked Liu Huaqiang to go back to his room and sleep.
Back in the small dark room, lying on the bed full of moldy straw, Liu Huaqiang began to miss home again.
Fortunately, his nose has adapted to the stinking air of the fifteenth century.
This may be good news when you need to find joy in misery.
In the simple stable built with a few wooden pillars and two curtains of straw, Knight Daval lay down under the trough again.
He did not dream about the delicious food again, but was desperately thinking about who he should pull into the group first after dawn.
Is it the village shoemaker Kolota, or the baron's cook Morno, or the lame old man in the west of the village. I heard that he fought against the Ottomans when he was young.
Maybe I should look for them all. The Duke said that the more people we can recruit, the better.
In his mind, Daval went through all the people he knew and identified more than a dozen targets.
Unconsciously, he snored again. This time he dreamed that he had become a world-renowned hero, sitting on a mountain of gold and eating roast chicken.
People are constantly improving. Since they have become knights, the things they dream about in their dreams are naturally more advanced.