"Yes, Emperor Wen of Han did not have outstanding military exploits, but he deserved the title of the first virtuous monarch in more than three generations.

Because, he is the father of the people of the Han Dynasty, and he has truly done what a father should do.

Chengqian, you have to see it clearly, and you must keep it in your heart, these people are Your Majesty's people now, and they will be your people in the future.

Keeping them fed and clothed is a responsibility that you will have to carry on your shoulders as a monarch in the future. ”

Zhang Zheng patted Li Chengqian's shoulder and said earnestly.

The scene we saw today may leave an indelible mark on Li Chengqian's heart.

However, this is far from enough, and Li Chengqian's pattern can be a little bigger, and his vision can be a little longer.

If Li Chengqian can maintain his current state and grow, then with the national strength accumulated by Li Shimin during the Zhenguan years, when it is handed over to Li Chengqian, what kind of dazzling brilliance will it shine?

"Don't worry, Brother Zheng'er, I believe in myself."

Li Chengqian nodded, he didn't promise anything, but Zhang Zheng could feel his determination.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, Zhang Xiannan, we have arrived."

Liu Jing led the group to the door of a small courtyard in the middle of the village, stopped and said to Zhang Zheng and Li Chengqian.

The courtyard is a very traditional and typical northern farmhouse courtyard, with a low fence as a fence and a thatched roof of the main house.

There are also two wings on both sides, one with three walls, which can be seen to be a pen house used to raise chickens, ducks, cows, sheep and other domestic animals.

The other room was fenced off on all sides, with blackened walls, and it was supposed to be a kitchen or a firewood room or something.

From the layout and architecture of the courtyard, it can be seen that the owner of the courtyard is not a wealthy family.

Through the low fence, the scene in the yard can be seen at a glance.

There was a large iron stove in the courtyard, and a lot of charcoal was piled up next to it.

The sound of "clanging" came from under the hammer in the hands of an old man over sixty years old, and I don't know if the old man was forging farm tools or something.

Zhang Zheng and Li Chengqian's personal guards quickly surrounded this small courtyard.

The gate of the courtyard was not closed, and Liu Jing led Zhang Zheng and Li Chengqian into the small courtyard.

The small courtyard couldn't accommodate too many people, so only Duan Heng, as the saying goes, Chen Yu and Liu San and four followed.

Now that Liu Jing brought Zhang Zheng and Li Chengqian here, the identity of the old man is naturally about to come out.

Zhang Zheng imagined a lot of scenes of meeting with the Mo family giant, but he didn't expect that the dignified Mo family giant would live in such a place in the countryside like an ordinary old farmer, and he would personally do the work of striking iron.

No wonder Qiu Ping couldn't find out the real location of the Mo family, and every time he was walked and played like a dog.

Whoever comes, there is no way to connect this old man with the head of the Mo family. will only think that this old man is an ordinary blacksmith.

Liu Jing wanted to speak, but was stopped by the old man with a gentle wave of his hand.

He also pointed to the red iron on his hand to the three of them, meaning that it was inconvenient to be disturbed now.

Seeing that the old man ignored him, Liu Jing's face showed a rare hint of shame.

He invited Zhang Zheng and Li Chengqian to sit in the room for a while, but Zhang Zheng shook his head lightly and refused.

Zhang Zheng took the lead and walked not far from the old man, and looked at the old man intently.

Li Chengqian followed closely, and Liu Jing saw that the two were reluctant to enter the door, so he had to accompany the two to stand in the courtyard.

The old man is busy, Zhang Zheng and Li Chengqian still have this bit of patience, respect the old and love the young.

Moreover, the appearance of the old man striking iron is also very ornamental.

The hammer rises and falls, and every move has an indescribable sense of fluidity.

Falling on the reddish iron, the sound of "Ding! Bite! "The sound is crisp and pleasant.

Obviously striking iron, Zhang Zheng felt a trace of natural artistry from it.

It's not so much about looking at the iron as it is about appreciating the art of the iron struck.

Although there seems to be no inevitable connection between iron striking and art, Zhang Zheng doesn't know why, the first feeling in his heart when he sees the old man striking iron is that this is an art.

In an inconspicuous village on the Fenhe Plain, such an absurd picture appeared.

A group of fierce men surrounded a small farm yard.

And in the small courtyard, there is a Royal Highness the Prince, a man from the county of the country, and a super master with ridiculously high martial arts, and the three of them are staring intently at an old man striking iron.

This kind of picture lasted for half an hour.

Until the old man forged the iron in his hand into a piece of iron one foot long, three fingers wide, and less than a centimeter thick.

The iron sheet is then quenched in a pool of unknown liquid.

The old man took off the scarf he tied around his waist and cleaned his hands in the pool. Pacing in front of the three of them, he looked at Zhang Zheng and Li Chengqian a few times, and a smile appeared on his face.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, Zhang Xiannan, please come in and talk about it."

There was no greeting, no courtesy, no hypocrisy and politeness, the old man greeted the two of them into the house as if he were entertaining guests from afar.

The old man seemed to have a natural closeness in him, and he couldn't help but want to trust his temperament, which made Zhang Zheng and Li Chengqian feel very comfortable.

There was no tension, everything was easy and natural.

"Elder first, please."

Zhang Zheng didn't know what to call the old man, so he opened his mouth to address the elder.

Li Chengqian didn't speak, deliberately lowering his sense of existence.

Because the protagonist of today's negotiation is Zhang Zheng, he just doesn't want to miss this historic scene, so he came over to take a look.

Entering the room, Zhang Zheng, Li Chengqian, and the old man sat opposite each other.

Liu Jing went into another room, not knowing what he was going to do.

Zhang Zheng glanced at the environment in the house with his spare eyes, the house was very clean, and there were no superfluous furnishings.

Except for a few square cushions for kneeling, only a small table was placed in the middle against the wall.

Behind the table seems to be enshrined some kind of rank, and the small square statue in front of the row is still inserted with three pillars of incense that have not been completely burned, and there are offerings of fruit and food next to it.

In the corner of the table, there is a Luban lock that Zhang Zheng made casually before, as well as a candle used for light and shadow experiments.

In addition, the table also had a long needle less than half a foot long, which shimmered in cold light.

That needle was obviously from his own hand, and it should have been taken from the leaders of the dead soldiers when Liu Jing went to assassinate him.

Zhang Zheng just swept away with his afterglow, and quickly retracted his gaze.

The old man noticed Zhang Zheng's small movements, but he just looked at Zhang Zheng with a smile and didn't break it.

Seeing that Zhang Zheng withdrew his gaze from looking at the room, he seemed to know what Zhang Zheng was going to ask.

Without waiting for Zhang Zheng to speak, he said to Zhang Zheng: "The old man Liu Fang is the giant of this generation of the Mo family. ”