Uncle Zeng was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted. He threw down his hoe and picked up the dirt with both hands.

After a while, he whispered in a low voice, "Madam, it's a crockpot," and after pulling for a while, he exclaimed hoarsely with excitement, "No, it's three." ”

Feng Wan answered and walked behind him.

Uncle Zeng picked up the hoe again at this time, and after carefully picking out the soil next to the crockpot, he bent down and took them out.

The three clay pots were not large, and they were tightly sealed with cowhide.

"Open."

"Yes."

Uncle Zeng lifted the cowhide of a clay pot, stretched out his head to take a look, and muttered, "Nothing?" He picked it up and shook it, saying, "There's something." ”

Reaching out, he took out a scroll of silk books.

He handed the silk book to Feng Wan and turned to the second crockpot.

As soon as the silk book arrived, Feng Wan's heart skipped a beat, it was it!

On this silk book, the four words of Zhou's art of war are written. Sure enough, it is a military book written by Zhou Yafu, the commander of the Han Dynasty!

After the Han Dynasty was destroyed, the Central Plains fell into a long-term war, and now, in the hands of those great nobles of the Jin Dynasty, there are still many precious ancient books, but a large number of valuable ancient books have been drowned in the dust of history.

It is also because the aristocracy controls the ancient books, and it is already remarkable that the humble can be literate, and as for the reception of knowledge, that is already a story. Therefore, in Jindi, there are many humble people with ambitions, who sell themselves into slavery and also get an opportunity to learn knowledge.

In this way, they have no talent, and maybe their juniors may even jump out of the cold door.

In this case, the preciousness of the art of war is truly incomparable. In troubled times, the day is not safe, how many aspiring men are eager to get a military book, eager to be rich and prosperous on the battlefield, and leap into the marquis of ten thousand households!

Just like Wei Ziyang, in the previous life, he obtained this week's art of war and obtained it.

When he put the silk book in his sleeve, Uncle Zeng said in a trembling voice: "Gold? ”

Feng Wan looked down.

Another crockpot was also opened, and the golden one inside was a golden leaf.

After Uncle Zeng said two words, he hurriedly put the cowhide back on and pushed the crockpot to Feng Wan.

The third crockpot is still gold leaf.

Feng Wan saw that Uncle Zeng's hands trembled with excitement, and ordered: "If there is no one, pour it out and count it." ”

"Yes."

The gold leaves of the two crockpots were placed on the ground, and Uncle Zeng said in a trembling voice: "Girl, a total of 200 pieces." After a pause, he said in a suppressed and excited voice: "Even in Jindi, these can also buy three or five hundred good land, right?" ”

Feng Wan sighed and said, "Bury them back." ”

"Huh? Be. ”

"Uncle, you leave fifty pieces for Zeng Xiu to keep in case of emergency."

"Yes."

Uncle Zeng was a steady man, and after he reburied the crockpot, he carefully filled the pit, and then brought a large pile of firewood and grass from the side to cover it. Come to think of it, when the firewood and grass rotted, the pit was overgrown with grass again.

After doing this, he brushed off the dirt on his body under Feng Wan's instructions, and then drove out of the courtyard.

All the way to the street, Uncle Zeng was still looking back frequently. He grinned and said, "Girl, we can renovate this yard." ”

With money, he also has confidence.

Feng Wan glanced back, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "These are not in a hurry. ”

After walking for a while, Uncle Zeng asked, "Girl, where are we going?" ”

"Let's go back."

"Yes."

Back in the house, Feng Wan waved away Fu'er, took a blank roll of silk paper, and copied the Zhou soldier's book.

Her handwriting is delicate and upright, and it is obvious that she has worked hard. This handwriting alone is also very eye-catching in this barbarian land.

After copying for three days, Feng Wan copied all the things on the silk book, handed over the original silk book to Uncle Zeng, and asked him to bury it under the camphor tree, Feng Wan went out of the door.

This time, it was Zhao Jun's people who gave her a husband.

The carriage drove straight into the most lively street, and the driver asked curiously, "Madame, where is this going?" ”

Feng Wan said softly: "Go find Wei Ziyang." ”

When the husband heard this, he grinned and said happily, "I knew that Madame would make a move." Madam, you don't know, in the past few days, Lord Lang has run into walls everywhere, and he is so worried that he can't eat. ”

He waited for Feng Wan's heartache.

Feng Wan sighed softly. The voice was so low that the husband couldn't tell if she was in a hurry.

After a while, the carriage came to Wei Ziyang's mansion. The mansion is not big, close to the Fifth Highness, as if he cut a corner and rebuilt the wall for Wei Ziyang. The wall was still new, and the dirt on it hadn't dried.

Feng Wan jumped out of the carriage and walked straight towards the mansion gate. When she stepped forward in the gatehouse, she was blessed and said in a clear voice: "Old friend of Yuancheng, I was ordered to come to meet you." ”

Ordered? The portal hurriedly stepped back and said respectfully, "Please." ”

Feng Wan nodded and said to the man, "Wait." ”

She stepped through the door.

As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she heard a shout. In the midst of the shouting, a servant praised loudly: "Lord Lang's archery skills are unparalleled!" ”

"What kind of archery is unparalleled? It's just a puppet. The indifferent and beautiful voice was Wei Ziyang's.

Feng Wan turned his feet and walked with the sound.

Walking through the withered peach blossoms, as soon as her figure appeared, Wei Ziyang shouted in a low voice: "Who? ”

Feng Wan stopped, and she said in a clear voice: "Old friend of Yuancheng, come and ask to see." ”

As soon as the voice fell, Wei Ziyang strode over.

At this moment, the sun is shining, this phoenix eye is flowing, and the peerless beautiful man is walking under the peach tree, Rao is flowers have withered, but it still makes people feel the glory of spring.

As soon as he saw Feng Wan, Wei Ziyang squinted, and he sneered: "Madame, good means!" I have clearly commanded that no one is allowed to enter when they come. ”

Feng Wan still smiled shallowly when he heard his taunt.

He strode up to her.

Rushing until he was only half an arm's length away from her, Wei Ziyang suddenly stopped. He reached out and grabbed her arm with a whoosh.

It was obviously strong and powerful, like a tiger and wolf's attack, but as soon as he held her hand, he stroked it gently.

Lowering his head, the blood in his evil eyes flowed, and the charm was endless, "Madame is so impatient, could it be that she has already thought about being my concubine?" ”

The voice is low and inspiring.

Seriously, Wei Ziyang, a young man, was too beautiful, he approached her like this, and said like this, Feng Wan's iron-like heart also beat suddenly at this time.

Soon, she was able to calm her heart again.

Raising her head, she looked at him and looked at him. Almost suddenly, she smiled leisurely.

This smile is extremely beautiful, and at this moment, Wei Ziyang even felt that her eyes had a soul-absorbing power.

When he was stunned, Feng Wan approached him, her lips pressed against his face, and she said softly, "Zhijun blames me." I came here today, but I helped you. ”

As soon as the words fell, she took half a step back and gave Wei Ziyang a deep bow, Feng Wan said in a clear voice: "Lord, the courtiers have treasures, and they are willing to serve them to the lord." ”

She took the book out of her sleeve and handed it respectfully.

Wei Ziyang stared at her and reached out to take it.

After turning it over, his beautiful face was stunned.

Clenching the silk book tightly, his voice became hoarse, "What do you want?" ”

Feng Wan was still as unstaggered as a man, and she said respectfully: "The woman just wants to ask for the protection of the lord? ”

"Asylum?" Wei Ziyang sneered: "What about your husband? ”

Feng Wanqing said in a clear voice: "He has his own fate, and he has nothing to do with the people's women. ”

"It's a good one that has nothing to do with you." Wei Ziyang stretched out his right hand, took Feng Wan and pulled her heavily, holding her in his arms, he lowered his head, and his eyes that were always evil rarely became serious, "You woman is very interesting, seriously, are you willing to be my concubine?" ”

He also needs to take care of the Fifth Highness, so the identity given to her is still a concubine.