Section 46

Cao Cao sat high on the main seat of the tent, with the Xia Hou brothers, the Cao brothers, and Li Dian and Le Jin on the right. With Cheng Yu (who was not used to being named Cheng Li) and Dian Wei, who had been renamed at this time, they were finally both literary and military.

The arrangement of the tent was extremely simple. Cao Cao had just started to pull the flag and the team, and spent a lot of money on buying clothes, armor, flags, military horses, food and grass. On a few low tables were several rolls of bamboo slips and paper files. A few backrest chairs bought from Puyang, a row of weapon stands upside down, with common weapons such as swords, knives, guns, and halberds on it, which seemed a little empty. However, Zhang Feng knew that in a few years, Cao Cao had many people and even had difficulty finding a place to stay.

Zhang Feng sat in the last seat on his right hand, and saw the generals staring at him with red eyes.

Huh? Didn’t the trouser chain be pulled? But only pants with no holes are popular here. (It seems that in fact, men were wearing open-shift pants at that time)

Zhang Feng looked at the generals inexplicably, and everyone's eyes were full of expectations. Cao Hong, the youngest, was already winking at him.

What do you want to do? I am not a casual person. Besides, I will never betray myself even if I die.

Cao Cao, who was in charge, coughed dryly, and asked with a hint of embarrassment: "Zhiji, those fifty riders have just been there, but you brought them?"

Didn’t this ask clearly? Zhang Feng hugged his fists and replied: “It’s the rider that Feng trained.”

Cao Cao twisted his butt, gently knocked on several tables with his right hand, and continued to say with a hint: "How much does it cost to buy a piece of the same armor?"

Oh, no wonder everyone looked at themselves strangely. At that time, armor was originally expensive and only generals could wear it. Zhang Feng pulled out fifty cavalry and all had armor, but he still looked like he had never seen it before. No wonder everyone's eyes were red.

Zhang Feng said with a serious expression: "Report to the lord, this is made by the iron factory in Zhangcunli Village under Zhang Feng. In addition to the helmet, a set costs about three thousand gold."

For a moment, I only heard the sound of "swooshing" and "swooshing" in the quiet tent. What is the concept of three thousand gold? Before the Yellow Turban rebellion, the price of ten dou of rice was twenty gold, so let's do it yourself.

Cao Ren and Cao Hong looked at each other, calculated their own wealth, and shook their heads together.

Li Dian was also from the Shi family. His father Li Qian was also a local big family, but after hearing this number, he couldn't help but talk.

At least I laughed, my throat moved up and down, making a clear sound of pursing saliva.

"So how many such armored horses in Zhiji are there? I heard that Zhiji was built by recruiting refugees back then. How could he make such exquisite armor? And this armor is extremely strange. What is its purpose?" Cao Cao continued to ask curiously.

Finally, I asked the idea. If the answer is good, it may have a significant boost to the development of the world in the future.

Zhang Feng cleared his throat, and Cao Cao hurriedly shouted: "Come here, give General Zhang tea!"

Someone outside the door responded loudly, as if it was Dian Wei's voice.

"When I go back to the lord, Feng still has 750 people of this cavalry, all of which have two sets of armor. One set is as the lord saw today, which is made of iron rings. It is very light, which can prevent arrows, but not heavy weapons; the other set is made of fine iron, and there is nothing left on the whole body. Although it can prevent bows and arrows and heavy weapons, it is extremely heavy. Ordinary horses have no foot strength when they gallop for hundreds of steps, so this time it did not bring it."

"Zhang Feng traveled to Puyang a few years ago. At that time, several states were drought. At that time, the prefect Qiao Mao was unable to resettle these refugees who fled. So Feng sent people to build a village outside Puyang City. At first, he built a house with wood and obtained tens of thousands of refugees. Then he divided all the thousands of acres of land promised by the prefect so that the refugees would not starve to death. Later, Feng opened a winery and paper mill, and his sales were great. Feng also met Kunzhong, a master of Xuzhou, and now the chief clerk of Xuzhou. His carriages were spread all over the sea. He found a black stone that could be flammable in Jinyang, Sizhou and Jiangxia, Jingzhou. So Feng summoned craftsmen to use green and ore to melt it into Xu's land to obtain fine iron. It was originally used as agricultural tools, but the world was in chaos, so he used it for military use."

Zhang Feng has always been talking nonsense without thinking. At that time, privately casting weapons was a serious crime, so why didn’t Cao Cao know? He just thought it was just his own, so he went carelessly.

"Although this helmet is very strong, it is not easy to cast. It is not easy to stop for a month, and only a hundred sets are needed. Today is in a hurry. Feng has ordered Han Sheng to bring one set to each of them and offer it to the lord. I think he will arrive within two days."

When Cao Cao heard this, although this kid was young, he was very sensible. He immediately said he wanted to give him a set without even saying anything. He was so happy that he said "Good, OK" a few times, and all the generals looked envious.

This is the truth. Zhang Feng only knows some industrial fur. It is really not easy to make it like this. If he knows how to use steam engines, punches, and then builds an assembly line...

Cao Cao was in a good mood when he received the bribe. He praised Zhang Feng a few more words in front of everyone. At this time, a soldier outside the tent asked for an order, holding a tea tray in his hand, and several cups of steaming tea on it, putting it on it for everyone one by one.

A cup of hot tea in cold weather can warm the body. All the generals took it and drank it like a cow drink, and finally smacked their lips, looking like they were still unsatisfied.

Cao Cao and Cheng Yu noticed that Zhang Feng was the only one among the generals. He smiled and opened a small sip of the tea lid, tasted it slightly, and then sipped it carefully in his mouth for a while, then followed the second and third sips, which were completely different from the generals' cow chewing peony.

Zhang Feng, Cao Cao and Cheng Yu finally finished drinking, and the soldiers who served tea took away the tea cups one by one. Seeing that everyone was full of energy, Cao Cao asked another question that they were very concerned about: "Just know the sound, I just heard what Yuan Rang and Mancheng said, the cavalry you led will advance and retreat in a proper manner, and there will be no order. What method can be used to train a group of refugees like this?"

"When I returned to my lord, Feng was also very troubled when he first trained the refugees. Everyone was not restricted, and it was difficult to command orders. So I thought that this was the reason why the idea called habitual thinking was in trouble. "When I was used to thinking," Seeing everyone's confusion expression, Zhang Feng gave an example: "For example, there is a dog who shaking a bell before feeding, and then feeding it. Over time, Feng only shaking the bell without feeding it. This dog would still shaking its tail and begging for food, and salivating continuously in its mouth. This is a habitual thinking. So Feng chose a young and tame person from the refugees, and only told him to act according to the orders every day, such as standing upright, walking, running quickly, or lying on his back. For a while, everyone only followed the orders, and did not allow orders and did not move. This should be the same."

Cao Cao sighed long, whether it was admiration or surprise, the generals also showed admiration. You should know that there are not many famous generals, but a famous general who is less than sixteen years old... is too surprising. Although Zhang Feng has almost no record except for a less famous battle with the Yellow Turbans, these generals who know the skills of training are clear that they are first-class.

Especially the theory of habitual thinking made them think secretly, why they started to do this in their subordinates...

"I learned that Ji is a blessing." Cao Cao's hand that knocked on a few tables, ticked a few times, and then walked down from the main position, "Did Zhiji have hired a full-time wife besides Huang... Huang Wan's daughter?" The implication was very clear, and he wanted to treat his daughter as his wife.

Although Zhang Feng had accepted the facts, when he heard the name, his face twitched involuntarily, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He hurriedly said, "I have already been a family, although I am not a daughter of a famous family, Feng dared not refuse the orders of his elders."

He didn't dare to say that he was the daughter of the sworn brother Lu Bu. Otherwise, in this era of moral integrity and principles, many people would use saliva to make him unable to raise his head.

Cao Cao's expression of regret was beyond words, so he no longer mentioned it. When the Cao brothers and Xia Hou brothers heard that Cao Cao intended to betroth his daughter to Zhang Feng, they were all happy. At that time, they were all family members. How could they do some of Zhang Feng's armor... How could they do it? But I heard that Zhang Feng died with his wife and was as disappointed as me. As Cao Cao's lord, he would never let his daughter down to be someone else's concubine. (The black short should have at least two daughters, one married Emperor Xian as a nobleman, and the other was preparing to betroth Yuan Tan, but the fool later rebelled.)

Everyone dispersed and came out of the tent. The person standing at the door was indeed the illegitimate Dian. When he saw Zhang Feng and his group come out, he did not say hello. He just glanced with his eyes and his head was not tilted.

Except for Cheng Yu, the generals nodded and bowed like a little chick behind a hen.

"Zhiji, now everyone is not outsiders. I wonder if your strange armor can be sold for a set of items?"

Xia Houdun relied on being Cao Cao's clan brother, a few years older, and spoke first with an old face. When everyone heard this, they nodded repeatedly like a sewing machine.

Zhang Feng looked at the smiling faces of everyone's flattering faces, laughed and said boldly: "All of them are their own brothers. Is it necessary to pay a few armors? I immediately ordered someone to take out a few sets as a gift for meeting."

Everyone's favor was greatly promoted, and they immediately called Zhang Feng's brother and Taoist priest who clapped his arms on his shoulders. It's impossible for Taoist priest to be. No one here is younger than Zhang Feng.

Why not do some sets of armor that are not very valuable in Zhang Feng's eyes? With his personality, he has to be scrambled under Cao's hands and no one can help him wipe off his butt after causing trouble. The consequences are very serious.

Luoyang.

Huang Wan, who has become the father-in-law of the prime minister, has been very happy recently. With the wind beside her daughter, she has been named Grand Sima by a yellow imperial edict. She is so happy that she can wake up laughing when she sleeps.

Otherwise, how could it be said that he had a unique vision? This seemingly hypocritical fat man Dong was on the road and rewarded his gifts, which was not conducive to his investment. He closed his teeth and gritted his heart and made a move. When he stood on the side, everything was rewarded now. Three of you, which minister’s dream is not like this?

It just made my daughter a little bit miserable, marrying the fat man who is over thirty years older than me... Hey, who told me that Zhang Feng was not aware of practice?

Huang Ying'er looks good.

It just looks like that. Not to mention that he has no feelings for this Dong Pang. Since he married into the Prime Minister's Mansion, Huang Ying'er's heart was almost beating as he listened to the orders that did not take human life seriously. Huang Ying'er's heart was almost beaten - he caught some civilians as Yellow Turban thieves and killed them to comfort the people of Luoyang who were chaotic everywhere, and the surrendered soldiers were cut off and cooked in a big pot. I wonder if they would eat a few more bites... As for the murder and beheading, it was common. Every day, there was always a bloody stain at the door of his house when he was dragged to death. No matter how he washed, he felt sick.

And the fat and heavy body that will press on her body every day seems to always have a smell of mutton, especially the smell that seems to be emitted by only eating rotten meat in her mouth is almost smoky... Whenever Huang Ying'er thinks of this, tears will flow down involuntarily.

If it were him, he wouldn't have treated himself like this, right? I remember that once he had an appointment with him, and he would have washed his whole body and smelled of fragrance before he came to meet him. He laughed at him with a lot of makeup and was not like a man... But... but... I can't imagine it now.

I don’t know if it’s regret or something, tears kept flowing unscrupulously. At first, the little maids around Huang Ying’er thought it was a newcomer and she still cried every day after the days. These maids were too lazy to comfort her.

Huang Ying'er was sitting on the railing of Fengyi Pavilion, wearing a yellow dress, still the most favorite color he had back then, but her long hair shawls had already been wrapped in a bun that was already a woman, with a golden phoenix hairpin stuck on it, and the three-pointed phoenix tail was shaking tremblingly, and a small piece of soft flank on the cuffs was just as white as he used to be. However, there are obviously a few inappropriate red marks on it... These are the traces left by Dong Zhuo's favorite rough movement when he was in the room.

A heavy footstep sound came from afar. One man was wearing armor and two long pheasant tail feathers, which looked like the person in his heart. He would call this a very strange word - well, it was called cool.

However, although this person's face was strong, he had a terrifying killing aura. He...he would never be a little fierce towards him.

The person who came was Lu Bu.

Dong Zhuo told him that he rushed over and didn't look at the road. There was a woman sitting in the pavilion in front of him, and there were a few palace maids standing beside him. It should be Dong Zhuo's woman. (Since Dong Pang entered the palace, every woman here is his)

When I got closer, I realized that it was Dong Zhuo's newly-narified Huang Ying'er, the woman who had been married to her brother.

It was too late for Lu Bu to take a detour again. Huang Ying'er had already seen him, so he gritted his teeth and greeted him: "The child has seen his adopted mother."

"There is no need to be too polite to worship first." Huang Ying'er thought of his sworn brother when she saw Lu Bu, and said softly with guilt.

Lu Bu never talked about etiquette. Whether it was Dong Zhuo's woman or Dong Zhuo's mother, she stared at others when she thought she was beautiful, but she never looked at Huang Ying'er directly.

She knew it was because of him.

I was still thinking about saying something polite, but then Lu Bu didn't give him a chance at all, so he turned around and left, as if he thought he was air.

Huang Ying'er lamented in her heart, wondering if she was wrong.

When she was sure that Huang Ying'er could not hear her voice, the lines on Lu Bu's tough face became even more straighter, and he spitted on the ground: "Bitch! Brother Yi doesn't want such a good person! I want to thank you for letting my daughter be a big one!"
Chapter completed!