Chapter 159: Hong Bingzheng with Boundless Scenery

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"Let's go!"

After sending the angel away, Zhang Fu smiled wryly at Mu Sheng: "You and I have to go back separately. It seems that His Majesty still has some suspicions."

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

"You and I are in-laws, and if we stay in Jiaozhi for a long time, there must be people in the court who will worry about what happened to Zhao Tuo again."

Mu Sheng is no fool, he guessed the meaning behind this decree.

But he was still a little worried about Ruan Shuai.

"Is Shuai Ruan reliable?"

Zhang Fuxu smiled and said: "Reliable, there is no one more reliable than him."

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

Zhang Fu raised his eyebrows, pointed at the mist outside and said, "As long as Huang Fu and his successors can stick to the predetermined 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 my Daming will be overwhelmed!"

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

Northern Expedition, this is the focus of the current government, and it is also Zhu Di's heart, so he immediately recalled Zhang Fu, thinking that he would rely on it.

Liu Pu also hang out in Shenji camp for a few days recently, and when he came back, he talked happily about the power of firearms.

Ma Su threw the guy's homework over in disgust, and said, "Three mistakes, do it again!"

I go! Liu Pu's eyes widened, and he was about to get mad, but he thought that this little brother was Fang Xing's most powerful disciple, so he immediately changed his face and said with a flattering smile: "Xiao Ma, I'm not practicing martial arts hard, I'm going to Did you serve my Ming Dynasty during the Northern Expedition! Can't we accommodate a bit?"

"It's still early for Beizheng! You're playing truant.

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Following the voice, Fang Xing walked in and saw that Liu Pu had been tanned by Qiu Hu, so he said: "The way of civil and martial arts, one piece is one piece, I don't object to you going to the military camp to practice martial arts, but you can't let go of your studies, otherwise... ..."

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

Sitting behind Fang Xing, he asked, "It's still early for the Northern Expedition, why is there so much uproar recently?"

Liu Pu beamed brightly and said: "Brother Dehua, military merit is the most important thing in my dynasty, and non-military merit cannot be granted a title. Therefore, those who are interested in the army heard about the Northern Expedition, and all of them enthusiastically joined the army."

The current Ming Dynasty is not the era when the army is regarded as rubbish, and the rich military rewards 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 Waci, the tribe that gave Daming a blow in the head.

"Could it be that Mahamu is so easy to fight?"

Liu Pu hesitated for a moment, then said firmly: "With His Majesty here, I, Ming, will definitely defeat Mahamu!"

Well, you are all awesome!

Fang Xing went to Zhu Fang's place and saw that the three of them had already started making flintlock guns, so he confessed: "You guys specialize in making flintlock devices, and the craftsmen in Jubaoshan are responsible for the rest."

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

Zhu Fang said, "How much will you build?"

Fang Xing thought about it, and said with a headache: "The Northern Expedition will probably take more than half a year. I don't know whether the Jubaoshan Qian headquarters will be recruited into the Northern Expedition Army. Let's change Jubaoshan's clothes first!"

As soon as Zhu Fang did the calculations, she felt that time was a little tight, so after Fang Xing left, she recruited a few craftsmen from Jubaoshan, and everyone brainstormed together to discuss how to increase the speed of musket manufacturing.

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

It was the same Zhang Hui from last time, with the same haughty attitude, looking at Fang Xing with disdain like looking at a poor bug.

"Our master said that Hong Bingzheng has already passed through Anqing Mansion and will arrive in the capital in a few days. If you surrender yourself, then my master can still help you. If you..."

Fang Xing looked at Zhang Hui curiously, where did this guy get his sense of superiority? Or where did Zhang Min get the courage to point fingers at himself.

Zhang Hui was a little ashamed and indignant at this look, he said hastily: "If you resist, then don't blame my master for disregarding the affection of relatives!"

Fang Xing couldn't help laughing, then shook his head and left, not talking to this kind of person at all.

Prejudice is deeply ingrained, don't try to change it easily.

"Hong Bingzheng is walking so slowly!"

On the official road a little outside Anqing Mansion, a carriage was surrounded by people.

"Mr. Hong, do you need an attendant for this trip? You are a dull dog, please don't give up..."

"Mr. Hong, how can we, as scholars, be willing to be inferior to others in such a righteous deed? Be a peer!"

"...Mr. Hong, the Mingyue Building of Anqing Mansion would like to send out three young ladies to accompany you. I just ask you to take pity on me..."

"..."

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

A tall and thin man waved a folding fan and said to his companions: "Brother Shande, if you have such a heart, our trip will surely become famous in the world!"

The man named Shande said reservedly: "Scholars of my generation should be jealous of evil. This time, with Mr. Hong leading the way, that little Juren is just duckweed in the water, and it will be wiped out in a spin!"

The tall and thin man suddenly pointed at the beautiful women in the crowd and shouted: "Brother Shande, look there!"

Shande's eyes lit up, and he immediately sighed: "Mu Chun, I'm afraid Mr. Hong won't accept such an arrangement!"

The tall and thin man said regretfully: "That's all, but you can think about it on the way back. I think we will be famous at that time, and the girl in Mingyue Tower will turn a blind eye?"

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

At this time, the crowd around there gradually dispersed, leaving only a few older scholars singing and saying goodbye there.

Hong Bingzheng looked like a beautiful uncle. He squinted his phoenix eyes, cupped his hands and said to several scholars: "Everyone, Gaoyi, I am going to be a famous teacher to get rid of the scum, and to upright the style of study!"

After saying goodbye, several women in Mingyuelou played the piano and sang, with an affectionate appearance.

"Brother Hong, have a good trip."

Hearing the silk and bamboo singing, the carriages of the followers on both sides also approached. For a moment, Hong Bingzheng felt that his whole body was full of righteousness.

"A small Juren dares to serve His Royal Highness as a teacher, do you really think that I am famous and teach no one!"

Hong Bing was looking at the few books beside him, picked up one at random, flipped through it carefully, and did calculations from time to time.

A horse came towards us, and after standing still, the knight leaned to the window and whispered, "Mr. Hong, everything is fine in the capital!"

Hong Bingzheng nodded, then closed the car curtain, and said with a sneer, "Heaven and earth people, you don't take it even if you wake up, this is heaven!"

"Boom!"

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