The general will eat grass

Such a scene made people feel fear, and the crowd who watched melon-eating retreated, talking in low voices.

"Zhao Yuansong? Isn't that the little dude from Changle Hou Mansion?"

"Yes, he is now married into Duke Ding's mansion."

"The people who were burned kept shouting 'Zhao Yuansong'. Is this arson case related to him?"

Zhao Yuansong had a good ear, so he took their words into his ears and frowned slightly.He is not the only one called "Zhao Yuansong"!Just now Xiaowei Yu said that Mrs. Changle Hou was crazy, so the woman covered in fire is probably Mrs. Changle Hou, and the person she was talking about should be Zhao Yuansong.

Zhao Yuansong turned his head to look at the weak Zhao Yuansong, his face illuminated by the fire was numb.Is this the expression of a person whose mother died?

Da da da, Feng Jingde came with troops.

His arrival made the audience silent.Wherever he looked, people took half a step back.The general who had just returned from the battlefield still hadn't dissipated the hostility all over his body. The bloodthirsty, cold and murderous aura in his eyes made people feel terrified.

"General Feng." Except for Zhao Yuansong, all the people present had their backs tensed, and they couldn't laugh.

Feng Jingde walked up to Zhao Yuansong, looked at the still burning Marquis of Changle, turned his head and asked Captain Yu, "Why didn't you put out the fire?"

Lieutenant Yu was startled, and responded eagerly: "Save, save, save immediately!" He ran to give the order, avoiding the general like a tiger.

Feng Jingde also heard people talking about it just now. In his last life, Zhao Yuansong had a very bad reputation. Apart from being a dandy, he was also accused of restraining his father and mother.Now it seems that it should be related to the fire in the Hou Mansion.

In order to restore Zhao Yuansong's reputation, he took the initiative to intervene in the matter of fire fighting, endured his disgust, walked up to Chang Lehou, and asked him personally.

During this period of time, Changle Hou was really anxious and haggard.In addition to the matter of the back house, the contacts he made were cut off by the Wuyang Zhao family, his precious son Zhao Yuansong didn't want to get married, and said that he liked men and already wanted to belong.After Mrs. Hou learned about it, she suddenly went crazy and said that in order to prevent the news from leaking out, she wanted to burn all the people in the house to death.

The Marquis of Changle couldn't stand the trouble anymore, so when Feng Jingde asked what happened in the mansion, he didn't tell the truth, he only said that the servant accidentally knocked over the oil lamp.

Feng Jingde didn't care if what he said was true or not, he didn't want to pay more attention to such nonsense as Marquis Changle.He did this for the sake of his family, Yuan Song, and turned his head to order the soldiers around him, leaving a few people to help take care of the rest of the Changle Hou Mansion, and then he got to know the situation with Yu Xiaowei, and acted like a "good son-in-law" After that, he took Zhao Yuansong back home.

"General, I heard that you took over many war slaves from the Xiongnu, how do you deal with those people?" Zhao Yuansong leaned back, leaning into Feng Jingde's arms.

Feng Jingde held the rein with one hand and hugged him with the other. Out of habit, he looked around without any trace. He was still on guard and didn't react for a while. "What war slave?"

"After you signed the Northern Grassland Treaty, didn't the Huns want to exchange war slaves with Beixuan for tea and porcelain?"

Feng Jingde lowered his head, saw his black grape eyes were all bright, and asked softly: "What do you think?"

"Hey." Zhao Yuansong nodded excitedly, "I asked the emperor for a reward before, and asked for a piece of land, and the Ninth Prince asked the emperor for a bloody BMW. I think the court will not accept war slaves to serve as soldiers, instead of sharing rewards If meritorious ministers are domestic slaves, it is better to send them to us to raise horses. Most of these war slaves come from the grasslands, and they are almost all enemies of the Daxi tribe, who oppose the rule of Daxi Dali. We will give them a livelihood of raising war horses, so that their future Living well, raising the best war horses and helping us attack the Huns’ royal court, isn’t that just indirect revenge? By the way, Dad said this is called ‘inbreeding and attacking from a distance’.”

Feng Jingde thought of the family letter sent by Duke Dingguo before. His old man said that after his wife was promoted to be a servant, she was always too busy to be seen. In order to watch his wife for him, his old man stipulated that Zhao Yuansong must come back every evening to listen to him explaining the art of war.He didn't feel anything before, but now seeing Zhao Yuansong's smug face, he suddenly realized that his father was reluctant to let his daughter-in-law out of the house because he thought his daughter-in-law was too cute.

The old man is at home now, the third child and Deng Xiaohei are in Jishui, Jing Yi is still young at home, only Zhao Yuansong can play with him.Moreover, like Zhao Yuansong, he blinked his black grape eyes admiringly for a while, raised his chin with a proud face for a while, and opened his brain for a while, and came out with novel ideas.Thinking of the picture of them getting along, he wanted to laugh, rubbed his nose against Zhao Yuansong's neck, and replied in a muffled voice, "Well, then, I will pick more war slaves who can raise horses."

"Hey, it's so itchy, are you laughing, General?" Zhao Yuansong blushed, "Should I not use 'close inbreeding and distant attack' here?" He wondered if soldiers, like literati, regard the art of war as a belief, I don't like others using it indiscriminately, and think that his lack of seriousness is a blasphemy against the art of war.

"It's okay, you use it very well." Feng Jingde laughed again, and laughed out loud.

Zhao Yuansong was inexplicably laughed, he was relieved from the weight of Grandma Hua's death and Third Master Shu's disappearance, and laughed lightly.

Seeing that he also smiled, Feng Jingde hugged his hand tightly, and his lips fell to the top of his hair: "Yuan Song, you are so kind." No matter how outsiders evaluate him, he knows that the little dandy gives all his heart to him. I gave him the family of Duke Dingguo.How can a husband ask for a wife like this!

When Feng Jingde returned home, he told Duke Ding of Zhao Yuansong's proposal. Duke Ding immediately contacted a few courtiers with good acquaintances and began to make arrangements. Breeding first-class war horses is a major event related to the entire Beixuan army. Who are the generals? If you don't want military exploits, who doesn't want to make meritorious deeds.

After talking about this matter, Feng Jingde asked: "Why didn't you see big brother?"

"Hmph, don't mention him, the family is not strict, what else can you do in the future!" Ding Guogong slapped the table.

"What happened, big brother?"

"What can he do in Beijing! It's his wife..." Ding Guogong is not a talkative person, but that Wan family ruined the reputation of his second son and second daughter-in-law, and made his old wife very angry, so he was also very angry , I can't spit anymore. "You don't care about this matter, you are not allowed to intercede with the Wan family. From now on, Song'er will be in charge of the back house, and your mother and I will help him."

Feng Jingde nodded, thinking that his father never cared about the affairs of the back house, so he was probably really annoyed this time.

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The goods traded in Huanxilou Ghost Market are all kinds of strange things. After more than half a year, Zhao Yuansong got the news that the Xiyi people who came to trade for the first time came again. He brought a few blueprints and called him to trade with Zhao Yuansong.

Zhao Yuansong rushed over without putting on a disguise, and went straight into the cubicle, excitedly asking, "What picture did you bring this time?"

The seller was taken aback for a moment, seeing that he was not masked, he also took off the cover on his head, and handed out the drawing in his arms, "I think you should be interested." This person has deep eye sockets, blue eyes, and black hair. He is also extremely fluent in Chinese when he speaks, so he must be of mixed race.

Zhao Yuansong was not interested in his identity. He looked down at the drawings, a wooden bird, a transfer car, and a reverse irrigation cart.These pictures are very detailed, and there are small script annotations beside them.To make a wooden bird, you need ash tree wood and five large sheepskins; you need a metal shaft to turn the car, and the base must be fixed on the ground; as for the reverse irrigation car, it can even lead the water from the mountain to the mountain.

These three pictures are very important and can be used in military affairs.Wooden birds are similar to gliding wings, and are often used in mountain raids; turn carts can be used for city defense, and a turn cart can be repaired at the corner of the city wall to defend in two directions; reverse irrigation carts are even more powerful, and underground water seepage will occur when mining veins Phenomena, with this kind of waterwheel, groundwater can be discharged, making mining veins more convenient.

"Okay, that's really great. These are exactly what we need. I wonder what the customer wants to trade?" Although he couldn't put it down, Zhao Yuansong still returned the picture to him first and asked him to put forward conditions.

The seller was very satisfied with his attitude and behavior, and introduced himself: "I come from the Yan family, named Yan Yeyun, and my ancestors were called Yanshi. It is said that my family has inherited the art of wooden armor mechanism for thousands of years. It was once particularly brilliant to produce a large number of military weapons. But it is also because of this that our Yan clan will be hunted down every time in troubled times and when the dynasty changes. Over time, we withdraw from the customs and seek a stable life. Now the land of the Xiongnu is not peaceful. Well, there are only thirty or so people left in our clan, and they all want to return to their roots.”

Yan Yeyun stared fixedly at Zhao Yuansong, "I heard that Fourth Master Zhao is a good man and has a strong backer, can you help us realize our wish?"

After Zhao Yuansong heard this, his eyes burst into light instantly. "We happen to have a group of war slaves from outside the Great Wall who will be arranged in the homes of meritorious ministers." Although he didn't know whether the Yan clan was powerful or not, he had inherited the wooden armor mechanism technique from what he said, as well as the blueprints he brought. Look, it must be a remarkable family.

"We can't be slaves! Even if it's just to hide our identity!" Yan Yeyun immediately objected.

Zhao Yuansong looked at his appearance, "Your tribe, how many people look like you?"

Yan Yeyun immediately realized that the people of Beixuan hated the Huns very much. When they saw that they looked like Huns and didn't have slave badges, they would do it without saying a word. "There's no need to come to Kyoto, just go back to Beixuan and give me a piece of land."

Zhao Yuansong thought of Jishui County. After all, it was the territory of the Duke of Dingguo, but he couldn't make the decision on this matter. He said he would go home and ask his elders, and then he would give him an answer.

Yan Yeyun agreed, and took a deep look at him before leaving.

Xiao Wu: "Master, use me to follow him and check his foothold?"

Zhao Yuansong shook his head: "No, I trust him."

Back at Duke Ding's mansion, Zhao Yuansong told Duke Ding and Feng Jingde about the matter. Duke Ding laughed when he heard it, and Feng Jingde stretched out his big hand and rubbed his head.

"Ahem, what, the blueprint in that person's hand is very important. Last time, the incident of the water mill has attracted a lot of attention. Song'er, you must be careful when you come into contact with that person again."

"Okay, I know dad." Zhao Yuansong pulled the big hand off his head with a red face, and was embarrassed to look at Ding Guogong's face.

The next day, Zhao Yuansong went out of the mansion to meet Yan Yeyun, and was stopped at the gate of the Huanxi Building by soldiers from Wucheng Bingmasi. He secretly gave Gong Duo a wink, telling him to go quickly to protect Yan Yeyun, then turned around and asked with a smile Interviewer: "I don't know what the name of this little general is, why did he block the way down?"

The costume of the person who came here was almost the same as that of Xiaowei Yu, and he might also be the captain with a sword in Wucheng Bingmasili.But his attitude was rather cold: "Zhao Zong, Wucheng Bingma Si Yamen received a report saying that you were related to the arson case in the Changle Hou Mansion, and you are suspected of being a criminal. Please come with us."

Now the Huanxi building has a lot of customers, and there are many guests inside and outside the building to watch the fun. When they heard □□, they didn't ask the facts, and pointed at Zhao Yuansong.

After doing business with the Xiyi people, Xiao Wu was even more loyal to Zhao Yuansong. He had the attitude of being a master and humiliated his ministers to death. He immediately stood in front of the officers and soldiers and cursed anxiously: "Fart, our master doesn't have sex!"

The soldier behind the captain scolded: "Bold, what are you, dare to obstruct our handling of the case!"

Xiao Wu was so angry that he drew out his dagger.

The captain squinted his eyes and said: "Wait, we were just ordered to ask Mr. Zhao to go to the Yamen to assist in the investigation. I didn't expect you to be so excited. Could it be 'guilty'?"

There was an uproar around, and there were more pointers to Zhao Yuansong.

Zhao Yuansong finally saw that they were unkind.