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The Wohufang, General, in the study, the lonely man and widowed woman share the same room, and it seems that the conversation is also a matter of the times...

Guo Fu'er smiled and looked at Chen Dexing and said, "Second brother, are you worried that your family has no money? Don't worry, now your family is already rich, and you don't have to spend a few small amounts of money on buying a craft. In fact... With your identity and appearance, it's not a trivial matter to want a few beautiful crafts? Maybe there is also a stubborn head in Wazi Lane (referring to a beautiful crafts) to post it!"

It's possible to post... Of course! Chen Dexing's memory in this life tells him that such a good thing is really not something that the Ximen official in "Jin Ping Mei" has the chance to meet. In the current Southern Song Dynasty, any young and handsome official who waved his hands outside the tile raft would have a lot of half-red and non-red pink heads rushed to throw himself into his arms. After all, the lady (the Miss of the Song Dynasty pointed to **) should not be able to do this for the rest of his life. If he couldn't find a support when he was in a good state, would anyone like it when he was old and his beauty was relaxed?

Chen Dexing's cheeks were flushed by Guo Fu'er's words, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "Mom, what the child wants is not a family trick or a child, but he wants to buy some boys to educate them carefully and teach them martial arts and military skills..."

Chen Dexing had already mentioned this idea to Jia Sidao, which is the method of training the Turkish Sultan's personal soldiers in history! Jia Sidao dared not do this, but Chen Dexing must do it! He didn't want another "window pavilion" to fall on him in ten years, fifteen years later!

Guo Fu'er said in surprise: "This is to raise a fake scout... Second brother, do you know that this is a taboo? Yue Wumu didn't dare to do it in the past!"

Chen Dexing's tone was cold, "That's why there is Fengbo Pavilion! If it were Yue Wumu and Yu Qiaoyin had three thousand fake soldiers, would the officials dare to take their lives?"

Guo Fu'er took a breath and looked around. There were only her and Chen Dexing in the room. "Second brother, what are you doing?"

Chen Dexing said: "Mom, now it is a chaotic world... Maybe the world will be overthrown! Then it will be Song Shilu!"

Guo Fu'er frowned her delicate eyebrows again and said in a trembling voice: "Second brother, don't scare your mother... This kind of thing will be destroyed!"

Chen Dexing glanced at her and said, "If Yangzhou City is broken, as a warrior, I will only die. What should I do if my mother?"

"Of course it's death!" Guo Fu'er answered decisively.

"If the Song Dynasty falls, Yangzhou City has not been destroyed, and I am not dead, what should I do?"

"Do..." Guo Fu'er shook her head, this question was difficult to answer. Yangzhou city was broken and Chen Dexing died, so she naturally could not live and wait for the Northern Territories to insult her. But if the Song Dynasty was destroyed before Yangzhou and Chen Dexing was alive, what should Guo Fu'er do? What should Chen Dexing do?

"Don't it be like this?"

Chen Dexing shook his head and said, "No, it's not that it's not that, but that's a matter of time! China is in full swing, and only in 10 or 20 years, I have become a sworn brother today and practice a fake army to prepare for the future disaster."

"If the world is over, what else can it do?"

"You can help the sky, and you can retreat to avoid overseas." Chen Dexing gritted his teeth, "but... he swears not to share the sky with the Northern Gate!"

This is all his current plan - facing the fierce Mongolian cavalry, he had no confidence in winning, nor had the determination to jump into Yashan to jump into the sea. All he could do was fight and walk... Now, when talking about Guo Fu'er, he regarded her as a true caring person. Of course, based on his understanding of Guo Fu'er in this life, this woman could support the promised industry in Yangzhou, and could show up in public to manage a medicine shop in an orderly manner. Even if he was in the future, he could also be regarded as a strong woman.

"Mom, are you willing to advance and retreat with your child?" Chen Dexing looked at Guo Fuer with bright eyes.

"Second brother, look at what you asked, what can you do if your mother doesn't advance and retreat with you?" Guo Fu'er's breathing was a little rapid-because she knew what it meant to advance and retreat with you!

Chen Dexing nodded and said, "Then...mother, can I buy dozens of boys from my family to educate them in the army?"

Guo Fuer shook her head slightly and said, "Boys don't need money... Nowadays, the cheapest one in Yangzhou City is a boy over ten years old. There are too many places in the big school. You can only take them home with a full meal. But you can't buy a boy alone, as that will cause criticism. If you add a few beautiful tricks, no one will say anything."

Chen Dexing was a martial artist who was successful at a young age. He was just a young man. What was strange about him? When it came to Jia Sidao's ears, the treacherous minister would only laugh it off. Even if the officials in Lin'an knew about it, they would not say anything. Now, who is not the generals in the Song army?

"Since that's the case..." Chen Dexing paused, knowing that he could not make a green lotus that was untainted by the mud, so he nodded and said, "I'll ask my mother to do something beautiful, so I'll do it for the child."

...

On the same night, in the artillery camp, faint lights were also heard in the wing room that was used as the classroom of the martial arts school in the camp!

At this time, it was already quiet in the military camp, and only the soldiers patrolling the nightmare knocked on the buckles that reported their safety and wandered around. Some soldiers saw the lights coming from the martial arts school, but they didn't care about it, because they had sent people to check it out, and the people who were reading at night were people in the artillery army.

But if they check it out again, they might be shocked!

The figure in the wing room was lying on the desk, and the picture of the torsion stone generator spread out on the desk! I saw that the man used a brush to sketch carefully and copied all the lines on the picture one by one on another Xuanzhou paper. There was no ruler or compass, and the lines were drawn a bit crookedly. After drawing the lines, the man began to copy the data on the picture again, and the Arabic numerals were also neatly written.

It was not until the data was copied that the person let out a long sigh, smiled with satisfaction, and then said in an inauspicious voice: "It's finally done, it's not in vain for my hard work. Chen Dexing has some real materials..."

After saying that, he blew a burst of air at the Xuanzhou paper covered with lines. Until the ink was dry, he carefully folded it and put it in his arms. Then he also put it away the pattern of the torque generator on the table, put it into a wooden box in the wing room, and put it on a copper lock. Finally, he blew out the oil lamp, tiptoed out, and disappeared into the boundless darkness.

...

It was also on this night that Yangzhou City, Wazi Lane, a rather secluded building. At this time, dim lights were also revealed, and there were faint sounds of silk and bamboo. Although Yangzhou City was in a curfew, the business was still done with a little bit of trash in Wazi Lane. In Yangzhou City, which was on the front line of the war, can there be other people in the high-end brothels in Wazi Lane besides leading troops to fight? Jia Sidao's curfew order is equivalent to empty text to them.

However, the one who visited the small building with the plaque of Mingyu Pavilion was two scholars, one old and one young. The young one was a pretty scholar with a double-breasted shirt, a Dongpo towel, a small sword with a handle on his belt, and a white and slender right hand was holding a Japanese fan, playing a melodious tune with Cui Yueer on his way to gently sporting it.

The old man wore a silk double-breasted shirt, a Dongpo scarf on his head, a square face and a wide mouth, and a majestic face in his eyebrows. However, this person spoke to the young scholar quite respectfully.
Chapter completed!