Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

PS: Tomorrow's five chapters are as follows: the first is at 12 o'clock in the morning, the second is at 8:30 in the morning, the third is at 12:30 in the morning, the fourth is at 19 o'clock in the evening, and the fifth is at 10 o'clock in the evening.

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"I'm leaving now!"

Sending off the angel, Zhang Fu smiled bitterly at Mu Sheng: "You and I have to go back separately. It seems that your Majesty is still a little bit suspicious."

Mu Sheng was a little upset, because he hadn't found Chen Jikuo's personal wealth yet.

"You and I are relatives of children, staying in Jiaozhi for a long time, there must be someone in the DPRK who will worry that Zhao Tuo's incident will happen again."

Mu Sheng is not a fool, he guessed the meaning behind this will.

But he was still a little worried about Ruan Shuai.

"Is Ruan Shuai reliable?"

Zhang Fu said with a smile: "Reliable, there is no one more reliable than him."

Ruan Shuai has now put away Chen Jikuo's remnants of defeated soldiers, claiming that he will inherit Chen Jikuo's last wish and continue the struggle of Jiaozhi.

Zhang Fu flicked his eyebrows and pointed to the mist outside and said, "As long as Huang Fu and his successors can stick to the pre-planned strategy, then I believe that Jiaozhi will be stabilized!"

Mu Sheng also said helplessly: "Jiaozhi must be stabilized, otherwise hundreds of thousands of troops will be stationed for a long time, and I will be overwhelmed!"

Zhang Fu laughed, "Your Majesty has already planned to march north next year. I will go back this time to fight against Mahamu!"

Bei Zheng, this is the focus of the current political affairs and Zhu Di's mind, so he immediately recalled Zhang Fu, thinking that he was relying on it.

Liu Pu recently spent a few days at the Shenjiying ward, and when he came back, he excitedly talked about the power of firearms.

Masu threw the homework of this product disgustingly, and said: "Three mistakes, redo it!"

I go! Liu Pu's eyes widened and he was about to go crazy, but he thought that this little brother was the most powerful disciple under Fang Xing's seat, so he immediately changed his face and said with a flattering smile: "Little Ma, I am not practicing martial arts hard. Will you serve me Da Ming during the Beizheng! Why can't we accommodate?"

"The Beizheng is too early! You are playing truant."

Following the voice, Fang Xing walked in and saw that Liu Pu had been tanned by Qiuhuo a lot, and said: "The way of civil and martial arts is to relax one by one. I don't object to you going to the military camp to practice martial arts, but you can't get it off your studies, otherwise... …"

Liu Pu immediately got up and clasped his fists and said, "Yes, my little brother saves it."

After sitting down, Fang Xing asked, "The Northern March is still early. Why has there been some uproar recently?"

Liu Pu said with flying brows: "Brother Dehua, I am the most important military meritorious service. You can't be nobled if you are not military meritorious. So people who are interested in the army heard about the Northern Expedition, and they all joined the army enthusiastically."

The current Ming Dynasty is not the era when he regards the army as rubbish. The rich rewards of military merit drive those young people whose blood has not cooled down to regard the grassland as a smooth road.

But Fang Xing always had some hidden worries in his heart. He thought of Wasabi, the tribe that later gave Daming a head.

"Is Mahamu so good at playing?"

Liu Pu hesitated for a while, and then firmly said: "With your majesty, I will definitely defeat Mahamu!"

Okay, you guys are all awesome!

Fang woke up to Zhu Fang and saw that the three of them had already started to build flintlocks, so he confessed: "You specialize in making flintlock devices. As for the rest, leave it to the craftsmen in Jubaoshan."

Since Fang Xing divided the musket building into several processes, relying on sophisticated measuring tools, the building speed has been much faster.

Zhu Fang said: "How much do you build?"

Fang Xing thought about it, and said with some headaches: "It's estimated that the Northern Expedition will take more than half a year. I don't know whether Jubaoshan Thousands Headquarters will be recruited into the Northern Expeditionary Army, so let's change the outfit for Jubaoshan first!"

After Zhu Fang calculated, he felt that the time was a bit tight, so after Fang Xing left, he recruited a few craftsmen from the treasure mountain, and everyone brainstormed together to discuss how to increase the speed of gun-making.

Fang Xing is at ease, but some people are not used to his ease.

It was the same Zhang Hui last time, still with that kind of arrogant attitude, looking at Fang Xing as if looking at a poor worm with disdain.

"Our master said, that Hong Bingzheng has passed Anqing Mansion and will arrive in the capital soon. If you surrender yourself, then my master can help you ease your cheeks, if it's you..."

Fang Xing looked at Zhang Hui curiously, and wondered where did this product come from? Or where did Zhang Min come from the courage to point fingers at himself.

Zhang Hui was a little embarrassed by this look. He hurriedly said: "If you are stubbornly resisting, then don't blame my master for disregarding relatives!"

Fang Xing couldn't help but laughed, then shook his head and left. He didn't say much to such people at all.

Prejudice is deep-rooted, don't want to change it easily.

"Hong Bing is walking so slowly!"

A carriage was being surrounded by people on the official road to Anqing Mansion.

"Mr. Hong, do you need an attendant for this trip? Inuzi is dull, please don't give up, Mr...."

"Mr. Hong, how can I be willing to be a scholar with such a righteous act? Be a companion!"

"...Mr. Hong, Mingyue Building of Anqing Mansion would like to send three young ladies to attend Mrs., just ask Mr. to show mercy..."

"..."

At the periphery of the crowd, more than a dozen carriages were parked there, and some men in Confucian costumes were pointing at them.

A tall and thin man brandished a folding fan and said to his companions around him: "Brother Shande, people like this. I will definitely be famous when I wait for this trip!"

The man named Shande said reservedly: "The scholars of my generation should be jealous of evil, this time with Mr. Hong taking the lead, that little person is just duckweed in the water, and it can be destroyed by spinning!"

The tall and thin man suddenly pointed to the glamorous women in the crowd and shouted, "Brother Shande, look there!"

Shande's eyes lit up, and he sighed, "Mu Chun, I'm afraid Mr. Hong will not accept this arrangement!"

The tall and thin man said regretfully: "Fine, but you can think about it on the way back, presumably we were also well-known at that time, wouldn't the girl in Mingyue Tower turn a blind eye?"

"Get in the car, Mr. Hong is leaving."

At this time, the crowd around there gradually dispersed, and only a few older scholars were left singing and seeing off there.

Hong Bingzheng looks a little like an uncle of beauty. He squinted Danfeng's eyes and said to several scholars: "Everyone, Gaoyi, I am going to be a scum for famous teachers~www.NovelMTL.com~zhengzheng learning style!"

After bidding farewell, several women in Mingyue Tower played piano and sang, showing affectionate looks.

"Brother Hong has a good journey."

Listening to the song of silk and bamboo, the carriages of the followers on both sides also moved closer. For a moment, Hong Bingzheng felt that he was full of righteousness.

"Little Juren, dare to serve His Majesty Taisun as a teacher, do you really think I have no one!"

Hong Bing was looking at a few books around him, picked up one casually, and looked at it carefully, doing calculations from time to time.

A rider came oncoming, and after standing still, the rider attached to the window and whispered: "Mr. Hong, everything is fine in the capital!"

Hong Bing nodded, then closed the car curtain and sneered: "Heaven, earth and people, you won't be accounted for as long as you wake up, and this day!"

"Boom!"

The first autumn rain in the south came. (To be continued.)