Cao Lin nervously smoothed the folds on the paper and held it in her arms like a baby.

"Lang Jun, this is an heirloom, you can't throw it away."

Yang Yansi shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Lin'er, these things were copied from ancient books for her husband, and they have never been practiced, and the specific details have to be explored by craftsmen." You don't have to be so nervous. ”

Cao Lin blinked, stared at Yang Yansi expectantly, and asked, "Lang Jun, is that ancient book still there?" Is there anything else written about it? ”

Yang Yansi glanced at her reproachfully, "Greedy...... The ancient books of the sages, all recorded in bamboo slips, have been handed down for thousands of years, and have long been dilapidated. It is a fluke for my husband to have the privilege of reading one or two of them. As for the ancient book, it has gone with the wind. ”

"Gone with the wind......"

Cao Lin looked regretful.

Immediately, she hugged the paper in her arms tighter, "Lang Jun, since the ancient books have been destroyed, then these two skills, except for our family, others should not have them." Then it should be kept safely.

With these two skills, our family is equivalent to having an ancestral inheritance, and future generations will not have to worry about running out of food......

Yang Yansi was stunned for a moment and smiled.

That's right, in addition to martial arts, if the Yang family has other ancestral skills of mixing rice and eating, a blue-faced beast with a natural vision will not go to sell knives......

Yang Yansi just couldn't get used to Cao Lin's nervous look.

"Lin'er, these drawings still have to be handed over to the craftsmen to explore, and it will inevitably be leaked at that time, so you don't need to be so nervous. Besides, no one cares about the value of something on the drawing until it is proven to be viable. ”

Cao Lin snorted: "The craftsmen of the brewing workshop have signed a death contract with the government. If they dare to spread it, the concubine will kill them. The tenants are all relatives of the generals of the house, and they are both prosperous and loss-making with the house. They did not dare to betray the interests of the government. ”

"As for whether this thing is feasible or not, the concubine will personally watch the craftsmen to do it......"

Cao Lin obviously housekeeper is up.

Yang Yansi's persuasion was fruitless, so he simply went with her.

Anyway, no matter how Cao Lin tosses, it is his own people who will benefit in the end.

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Yang Yansi, as the left supplement, basically has no other work on weekdays except for writing and talking about things and impeaching hundreds of officials.

There is still plenty of free time.

In the afternoon, Cao Lin went to the winemaking workshop.

Yang Yansi practiced martial arts alone in the East Courtyard.

Practicing the end gun with both hands, the strength increases significantly faster than with one hand.

He could feel that the strength of his hands had obviously reached a hundred catties.

This body was originally the embryo of martial arts, and the martial arts were far faster than ordinary people.

End the gun for an hour.

Yang Yansi trembled, threw away the stone lock, held the tiger-headed black gold spear in both hands, and stabbed it out suddenly.

The body of the gun is like a lightning bolt, and it is like a line.

In a flash.

In front of Yang Yansi, a seven-foot-high and two-foot-wide log pillar was erected.

The tiger-headed black gold spear pierced through the log pillar, digging a deep pit in it.

"Huh~"

"Smack~"

Drawing his gun, the log pillars were torn apart and scattered all over the ground.

"Even if you are diligent, you haven't wasted your martial arts."

A voice sounded at the moon gate in the east courtyard.

When Yang Yansi heard the prestige, he saw Yang Ye dressed in black, standing like a gun.

"Greetings to Daddy, child."

Yang Yansi put away his gun and stood up, clasping his fists to greet him.

Yang Ye came to the East Courtyard with a dark face, and scolded in a deep voice, "I heard that you have caused a lot of trouble in recent days?" ”

Yang Yansi was stunned for a moment, and his heart was slightly stunned.

He probably guessed Yang Ye's intention.

He didn't expect that Gao Chujun would really go to Yang Ye.

In the political game in the court, if you lose, you lose.

Next time, it's time to get back on the field.

Finding parents is a way for children to sue if they lose a fight.

Gao Chujun's way of doing things is really down.

Yang Ye opened his mouth to ask, but Yang Yansi didn't dare not answer.

Slightly arched his hand, and said: "The child eats the king's Lu and bears the king's worries." In the position of filling the gap on the left, it is natural to assume due responsibilities. ”

After a pause, he said: "The child has indeed impeached several important ministers of the DPRK recently, but there are reasons for everything. The reason why the children impeached them was because they were not upright and did things that violated the laws of the court. If you think it's a trouble, the kid has nothing to say. ”

The gentleman deceived him.

A loyal and upright person like Yang Ye, Yang Yansi only needs to put the big truth in front of him, and he will give in.

Sure enough, Yang Ye listened to Yang Yansi's words, and his attitude was obviously softened a little.

"Shichiro, although you are young, you are already in an important position, and you are a civil official, and there is a difference between civil and military. Dad has fought on the battlefield all his life, and he is good at everything on the battlefield, but he knows very little about Wenchen.

Dad can't teach you Wenchen's way of life, so naturally he won't accuse you of doing the right thing.

Dad only hopes that you will leave a little affection when facing the gate. After all, you're also from a general's background. ”

Yang Yansi could hear it, and everything Yang Ye said was heartfelt.

He didn't expect that Yang Ye would say such open-minded words.

He bowed deeply to Yang Ye, "The child remembers his father's teachings. ”

"Hahaha......" Yang Ye finished educating Yang Yansi, and laughed loudly: "Dad, I see that your duangun has been practiced well, and it's time to teach your family's martial arts." ”

Yang Ye coughed, and walked in from outside the moon gate two soldiers in armor and knives.

"Guard the door, and let no one come in without my command."

The two soldiers bowed.

"No!"

Then, they retreated outside the Moon Gate, guarding one left and one right.

Yang Ye paced to the weapon rack in the east courtyard and selected a silver-like pewter gun from it.

"Whoosh~"

I casually tied a few spear flowers and nodded with satisfaction.

"Shichiro, look at it."

When the words landed, Yang Ye stood with a gun, and the aura of the whole person was completely different from just now.

At this moment, Yang Ye is like a big gun, picking up all directions.

"Black Tiger Opens Mountain!"

Yang Ye burst into a shout, and the gun came out like a tiger descending the mountain, which was overwhelming.

"The green dragon offers melons!"

As soon as the gun turned, the head of the gun was raised, like a green dragon circling, implying murder.

These two types of marksmanship, one rigid and one soft, are both rigid and soft, and are very sleek.

The Yang family's Liuhe army array gun, twelve styles, six rigid and six soft.

At the beginning, he was domineering; Soft, delicate.

After a set of twelve-style marksmanship drills, Yang Yansi was already dazzled.

Yang Ye finished the drill again, and did not stop, but continued to start the drill.

Rehearsing this set of marksmanship has become a little more cumbersome, and it has become more domineering and more sophisticated.

Yang Yansi can see that Yang Ye's second drill, the twelve-style marksmanship, has changed.

The twelve-style marksmanship has been transformed into thirty-six variations.

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The third time, there were seventy-two variations of marksmanship.

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The fourth time, there were one hundred and eight variations of marksmanship.

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The fifth time, there were 240 variations in marksmanship.

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Sixth, three hundred and sixty variations.

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