Feng Yong's neck stiffened a little, and he turned his head away.

When Guan Ji saw him like this, she smiled and patted it, "The concubine is laughing!" ”

Feng Yong pretended to be stupid, laughed dryly, and said in his heart that you were not so stingy just now!

"My uncle sent a letter, saying that she had given birth to a son, and she asked the concubine to thank her husband for her."

Guan Ji was obsessed with the formation of the Women's Army during this time, and took advantage of the inconvenience of her body these days to drive Feng Yong to Amei's room.

"Oh, what's there to thank you for? I want to thank Xie Fan A and Li Dang, and they have nothing to do with me. ”

Feng Yong waved his hand, and at the same time remembered a thought in his heart: Zhuge Zhan, this kid, was finally born?

This is a kid who doesn't have his own father's talent, but has his own father's dazzling vision.

When Deng Ai smuggled through Yinping and went straight to Jincheng, Adou handed over the last bit of foundation in his hand to him, and at the same time gave him the last hope, but he didn't expect this kid to be a guy with low eyes.

Zhuge Old Demon's last two northern expeditions, the number of people was too small, and the siege was not good, but the field battle could make Cao Wei afraid of Shu like a tiger, and Sima Yi had the evaluation of "the genius of the world", and the ability to march and arrange the formation was still very powerful.

It's a pity that this Zhuge Zhan thinks he has a family art of war, doesn't listen to Huang Chong and Li Qiu's advice, doesn't guard the dangerous place, and insists on fighting others on the flat ground.

As a result, Adou's last bit of family background was defeated, Adou ignored the soldiers in front of him and swore to defend the sword gate, and directly opened the door to surrender, not necessarily without the reason for Zhuge Zhan's defeat and death.

Feng Yong stood there stunned, not knowing what he had thought, and suddenly smiled strangely.

"What do you think? Laughing throughout! ”

Guan Ji nudged him dissatisfiedly.

"Count it out, Zhuge Zhan and I are cousins, right?"

Feng Yong came up with such a sentence.

Guan Ji was stunned for a moment, and for some reason Feng Yong suddenly asked about this, thought for a while, and said, "The concubine is half of the uncle's daughter, and the eldest lang should indeed call the concubine a sister, so it's not wrong for you to be cousins with him." ”

"Well, that's good."

Feng Yong nodded.

"What do you mean?"

Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong's increasingly strange expression in confusion.

"Pump him! He's my brother, and if he makes a mistake in the future, there's nothing wrong with me smoking him, right? ”

Feng Yong said confidently.

"You, you've been thinking about it for a long time, and that's all you want?"

Guan Ji couldn't help it, and slapped Feng Yong fiercely angrily, "He's still a child!" ”

In winter, the clothes are thick, and it doesn't hurt to beat, Feng Yonghun said indifferently, "The child is to be beaten, and there is filial piety under the stick!" ”

"No matter how filial you are, it's also your uncle's filial son, what does it have to do with you? Where did you come from? ”

Guan Ji snorted.

Doesn't seem right?

When Feng Yong saw Guan Ji's appearance, his heart moved, and he asked tentatively, "Xijun, is this something on your mind?" ”

"What can a concubine have on her mind?"

Guan Ji didn't have a good airway.

Hearing this, Feng Yong became more and more sure.

"What's wrong with this?"

Feng Yong asked softly.

Guan Ji glanced at him, and then looked at Ah Mei who was standing next to him, and then bit his lip and said, "My uncle and mother have children, and the concubine and Ah Lang have been married for so long......

His voice lowered, and his expression was a little lost.

Feng Yong understood as soon as he heard it, and hurriedly said, "Madame, because of her health, she only has a child now. The two of us have no problem, not to mention that we are still young, don't worry, there will always be. ”

Remembering that Guan Ji glanced at Amei just now, Feng Yong hurriedly explained in a low voice, "Don't worry, the eldest son in the family must have been born to you." Ame she ......"

After Ah Mei became a witch doctor, she learned medical skills from Fan A, and she had her own way to avoid giving birth to a child before the main mother, and she still understood her position very well.

"Who told you this!"

Guan Ji's face turned red when she heard Feng Yong's explanation, and she pushed him out of the door.

Ah Mei pretended not to hear anything, did not see anything, and lowered her head to follow.

"No need, you followed Xijun to the racecourse today, I haven't checked the accounts for a few days, and you should also go to verify."

Feng Yong waved his hand to prevent her from following.

As an all-round talent, Amei is Feng Yong's senior secretary, and on weekdays, she not only has to help Feng Yong sort out all kinds of information in advance so that he can review it, but also help to count all kinds of data in Yue Yong's Taishou Mansion.

Feng Yong has been sleeping in her room these days, and today Guan Ji was stimulated by Huang Yueying, so don't let Amei follow her anymore.

The ancients said that self-cultivation governs the country and the world, and there is a lot of truth.

Even the family is not at peace, where does the mood come from to rule the country and level the world?

Husbands and wives understand each other and tolerate each other, so that life will be more harmonious.

Entering the Taishou Mansion, Wei Rong handed over an official document.

"Changshi, Jincheng's reply has arrived."

"I don't look at it, you just say what the boss said."

Feng Yong waved his hand.

This kind of official document is not a vernacular language, and it is a headache to watch.

"The prime minister didn't agree to transfer weapons from Jincheng's arsenal, but he promised to let Hanzhongye build a batch of weapons specifically for Yuecheng according to the meaning of the long history."

Wei Rong hurriedly said.

"Got it." Feng Yong nodded, "Anything else?" ”

"I just sent a batch of weapons yesterday, and there are thirty of them."

"It's only thirty?" Feng Yong rubbed his head in distress, "It's too little." ”

After thinking for a while, he said, "You go and inform General Zhang and ask him to distribute these weapons." ”

"No."

After a while, Zhang Wei came over with a happy face, "Changshi, I heard that there is another batch of purple electric treasure knives?" ”

"yes, but only thirty."

Feng Yong said helplessly.

"Thirty handles is already a lot, this kind of treasure knife is rare in the world, the power is only seen in a certain life, plus the original Qiongdu, there are enough seventy handles."

Zhang Wei felt satisfied, "This kind of treasure knife is not easy to build, so you can only save it slowly." ”

Isn't it easy to build?

In more than a year, only 70 were created, is this simply a turtle speed?

"I told the prime minister a few days ago that I wanted Jincheng to help build a batch, but the prime minister refused, but the good news is that the prime minister agreed to let Hanzhongye help."

"That's great!"

Zhang Wei was overjoyed.

The so-called purple electric treasure knife is actually Tang Mo knife.

The total length of the blade is more than two meters, the blade alone is close to one meter, and the handle is one meter two.

The Mo knife is developed from the horse chopping knife, so the blade is somewhat similar to the horse chopping knife, with a sharp tip, which can be chopped, chopped, picked, sharpened, and stabbed.

A long hilt was attached to the bottom, which was good for dealing with cavalry.

The use of the Mo knife is to advance like a wall, on the one hand, it can effectively boost the morale of its own soldiers, and on the other hand, it can also greatly deter the enemy.

Its principle is, first, collective combat, pay attention to teamwork; The second is to have a clear point of attack, that is, to deal with cavalry and make up for the weakness of the lack of horses.

The disadvantage is that the cost is extremely expensive and it is not easy to make.

At the same time, it not only requires a high level of physical fitness for the soldiers, but also requires them to have good teamwork skills.

So even if it is successfully tried by Feng Yong, it is destined to only be used as the last hole card.

When the old demon Zhuge learned that Feng Yong wanted Pu Yuan to help create such a fancy thing, he refused in one bite - now is the most critical juncture in preparing for the Northern Expedition, how much manpower and material resources have to be wasted to create this kind of thing?

Feng Yong had no choice but to use his connections to ask Hanzhongye to help build fifty handles in the name of building weapons for the tribe, and in this way, it took a year to fail to complete the requirements.

This is still the point that can be forged by taking advantage of Nanxiang, coke and improved bellows can be forged.

A few days ago, Da Han Cheng almost drained Nanxiang's blood, Feng Yong had no way to stop it, so he had to take the opportunity to cry and get the official authorization, so that Hanzhong Metallurgical could legitimately help build it for Yueshan Taishou Mansion.

If it weren't for the fact that the time was too tight, Feng Yong even wanted to ask Zhuge Old Demon to build a smelting workshop in Yueshan and build it himself.

"If you don't belong to your family, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are!"

Feng Yong sighed.

Fortunately, Nanxiang is rich and can advance a part of it, and there are the proceeds of the horse farm and salt pond as collateral on this side of Yueshan, otherwise Feng Yong would not dare to do it at all.

But seeing that the Northern Expedition was imminent, Feng Yong could only grit his teeth and seize the time to try various arms.

"The Sword Formation, how are you practicing?"

"Not bad." Zhang Wei nodded again and again, "The soldiers of Nanxiang are elite soldiers, and they give orders, like arms and fingers, and most of them are stronger than ordinary soldiers." It is the best person to use the Purple Electric Treasure Knife. ”

Feng Yong heard this, and grinned distressedly, most of Lao Tzu's disciples and soldiers have been released, this is not enough, and now how many are left on hand? How many of you can fill in that?

"You can't choose all the Nanxiang soldiers. Don't we have the right to recruit soldiers in the land of the three counties? In the name of trying every year, the warriors were carefully selected in the land of the three counties. There are too few soldiers in Nanxiang, let them lead the charge as a captain and the like. ”

"Go down and understand the meaning of the long history. The plan for the next step was to let the Nanxiang soldiers practice the use of this purple electric treasure knife first, and then let them lead others to practice. ”

"After all, Nanxiang soldiers are rare elite soldiers, no matter what they do, they are much better than ordinary soldiers."

Zhang Wei looked at Feng Yong with admiration.

This Feng Changshi, don't look at the usual inconspicuous mountains, but few people can compare with his skills.

The Nanxiang soldiers brought out alone are not comparable to ordinary soldiers.

"Oh, that's fine." Feng Yong nodded, got up and said, "Let's go, go to the barracks and see how they are practicing." ”

"No."

Although there are less than a hundred treasure swords, they are lined up in formation, and the long knives are like forests, and they are like walls, which still have great seismic deterrence.

Feng Yong stood on the platform of the generals, watching the soldiers below move forward with their swords, and not far in front of them, there was a wooden stake.

I heard a loud shout, and the long knife slashed down, and the stake shattered on the spot.

Stepping over a fallen stake, there is also a straw man in front of him that resembles a cavalry height.

Picking, stabbing ......

"General Zhang, for the soldiers and the horse army, the use of this treasure knife should be different, and you still need to worry a lot about how to use it on the real battlefield."

After reading it, Feng Yong thought it was quite powerful, but after all, it was just grass and trees, and it was still standing still.

To deal with living people, cavalry, and Mo knives should be split or stabbed, or sharpened or picked, this should be constantly tried and experienced.

Feng Yong doesn't understand, so he can only give it to someone who knows how to do it.

When Zhang Wei heard this, he hurriedly said, "Let's go down and understand." ”

Stretching his neck to look at the wood that had been split into pieces under the soldier's feet, Feng Yong ordered again, "Send some of these broken pieces of wood to my yard when the time comes, it seems that the firewood in my yard is running out." ”

As he spoke, he tightened the down jacket on his body and muttered, "This weather, it feels a little cold......

Zhang Wei's cheeks twitched, "Let's go." ”