Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

There is a big **** missing by your majesty's side.

Will your Majesty be Jane or choose from the old eunuchs?

Jin Ying continued to manage the huge workshop in Tongzhou, and someone came to report the news.

"Father-in-law, Yu Jia is finished."

It was the nephew of an **** and the adopted son who came to report the news.

This is here to sell.

Standing outside the workshop, Jin Ying frowned and asked, "How many favors did you sell for this news?"

The visitor said embarrassingly: "Father-in-law, this matter... My father thinks that you have been working hard in Tongzhou for the past few years, and your achievements are unmatched, so here it is."

This is a lie!

There are many eunuchs stationed abroad, many of whom are trusted by the emperor. For example, Jin Ying. These people may be recalled to the palace at any time, gain power, but lose freedom.

But freedom is a fart to those ambitious eunuchs.

Therefore, there are many eunuchs who are eager to return to the palace to take up important positions. This father and son think that they can sell a lot of favors.

But Jinying's attitude was very firm. He said, "Thank you for a run, go back."

This obviously just doesn't care!

The visitor was sent out embarrassingly, and went all the way back to report.

Jin Ying returned to the workshop, smelling the smell of soot, listening to the sounds of various metal knocks in her ears, and said intoxicated: "This is the day our family wants!"

"There is a car, get out of the way!"

With the sound of bells, a heavy-duty carriage approached slowly, and the coachman habitually shouted when he saw someone in front of him.

Jin Ying retreated to the side, and the coachman didn't panic when he saw him, and said, "I'm sorry, father-in-law."

Jin Ying smiled and said, "It's important to do something."

His smile is bright, his feet are vigorous, and he walks away lightly among the densely packed railroad tracks.

...

Jin Yiwei has been very busy recently, mainly collecting all kinds of news from the north.

"The news of Samarkand is worth a thousand dollars, so our people must be desperate to die for the country three times more comfortably!"

Shenyang was a little angry, and a bubble grew at the corner of his mouth, and it was so hot and painful.

"The official doesn't want human life, what he wants is news, as long as he gets the news... a child of the martyred Yinmeng will enter the Jinyiwei. Let them rest assured that even if the official knelt and died outside the palace, he will have his word."

After he arranged things in a hurry, it was time for the next office.

On the way home, he bought a snack his son liked to eat. When he got home, he saw his son sitting on the threshold and looking around. He jumped off the horse and smiled and lifted the oil paper bag.

"father!"

Shenyang laughed and picked up his son, and then went inside.

"I'm back, eat later."

Because he was the commander of Jin Yiwei, Shenyang cautiously did not even dare to hire servants at home, so Yan returned to cook.

Shen Yang walked into the kitchen holding his son, and saw Yan Hui wrapped in a headscarf and was cooking quickly, so he sniffed and said, "I'm hungry."

There is nothing better than this kind of praise.

Yan Hui smiled and said, "It's good soon."

"grown ups!"

At this moment someone knocked on the door outside and called out.

Shenyang's complexion did not change, Yan Hui shoveled the ribs from the pot, then poured water into the pot, took his son, and said, "Go."

Shenyang didn't think there was any major event that was worth disturbing him who had already gone home, so he was a little puzzled.

"My lord, someone is coming from Samarkand."

"go!"

Shenyang turned around and shouted: "Yanhui, I'm not going to eat at home anymore, something is going on."

"understood."

After leaving the house, the tenderness dissipated, and that face was completely cold.

He rushed all the way to the outside of the palace. At this moment, Cao Fei personally guarded the palace gate. When he saw him, he said: "Your Majesty has an order, you are inside, hurry in."

An **** accompanied him in.

The eunuchs and palace ladies are in a hurry, not knowing whether they are going to have lunch or what, but Shenyang feels a little nervous.

The main hall of Qianqing Palace has been opened, which shows that there will be many important officials coming.

This is a surprise meeting.

A plainclothes man was standing at the bottom talking. Shenyang went in and bowed. Zhu Zhanji, who was also in plainclothes, just waved his hand and motioned for the man to continue.

"Your Majesty, the whole of Samarkand has become a military city. It is 40,000 to 50,000 people. With the strength of Harley, the young dare to guarantee that they can send at least 100,000 troops, and they are all elite."

"Elite?"

Zhu Zhanji raised his head slightly, and Fang Xing and a team of martial artists appeared outside the door.

Warriors are always faster than civil officials, because their equestrian skills are better, and their reputations are more fierce, so when they see them, the people will get out of the way.

After everyone saluted, Zhu Zhanji said: "Wait a moment, lest you have to repeat it."

That man was the one who was lurking in Samarkand by Jin Yiwei. Zhu Zhanji pointed at him. Someone brought cold water and snacks.

He was probably hungry, so he started eating and drinking in spite of his image, until he hiccups, and then embarrassedly let go.

Zhu Zhanji's expression was very relaxed, even smiling.

"This is also a warrior."

He gave a high evaluation, which made the man excited, and said, "Your Majesty, when we saw our man rescue the captured brother, the little one has been holding back silently."

This is a necessary quality for a spy.

Zhu Zhanji nodded slightly to Shenyang, expressing his admiration for him.

Later, the Bachelor of Auxiliary Administration and the six Shangshu books arrived, and Zhu Zhanji motioned the Jin Yiwei to say it again.

"...At least one hundred thousand elites, and a steady stream of food and grass have been brought in, where the meat fans are coming..."

"The leader of the meat fan seems to be a big man. He often sees him go into the palace to meet the sticks. It looks very relaxed, there is no panic or nervousness."

This is a spy with excellent observation ability.

"What's the weapon?"

It was Meng Ying who asked, and this is the question that the warriors most want to know.

The man gasped for a while and said, "They have knives and guns, and twenty or thirty artillery pieces. There are hundreds of guns."

"artillery?"

Fang Xing immediately remembered the ‘artillery’ sacrificed by the Harits during the last war, and asked, "How old?"

The man thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and gestured.

"It's smaller than last time, their gunpowder has improved."

Fang Xing, the most authoritative person on firearms, said this, and everyone looked solemn.

"Where is the big gun?"

The man said: "The big gun... is at least twice as big as ours. It has to be carried by one person. It looks a bit difficult!"

Fang Xing smiled slightly and said: "The fire guns have learned our guns, but the gunpowder is not good, and the materials are not good enough, so they are much larger. Unless many warriors are gathered, no one can operate. As for the artillery, they think Has the range of our artillery been stagnant?"

Fang Xing is cheering everyone up!

And the one who agrees most with him is Zhu Zhanji~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, “Daming’s artillery is much stronger than in the last war. The guns are all replaced, lighter and farther, if they are Thinking that Daming is still like that, then I hope to see those surprises and frustrations when the war begins."

Fang Xing smiled and said, "It must be so."

The monarch and his ministers worked together to relax everyone's emotions, and then Fang Xing asked about the movement of the coalition forces.

"They are preparing to set off. Many troops have begun to distribute dry food, and those drills have stopped..."

This is a signal to send troops.

Fang Xing praised: "You are fine."

Zhu Zhanji nodded, "Keep your merits immediately and reward later."

The man was overjoyed and hurriedly knelt down to thank you.

Du Qian suddenly asked: "Did you come out alone?"

The man's complexion changed, and he said sadly: "There are three brothers who have...have been martyred in order to lead the enemy away."

Du Qian asked curiously: "Then you are alone. Are you scared along the way?"

The man raised his head and said: "The little ones are not afraid!"

"Why?"

Du Qian wanted to know what Wu Ren thought, so he rashly continued to ask.

The man sniffed, with more tears in his eyes, and said, "Those brothers are gone. If the little one doesn’t bring the news back, then he is a beast! He won’t die. As for fear, the little one..."

He smiled and said, "After entering the Martyrs' Shrine, there will be incense to worship. Don't worry about the soul not being able to return home, and the young ones are not afraid."

Du Qian stood in awe, and said, "It's the official Meng Lang."

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