Chapter 31 The Old Eunuch
When Jiang Lin was trying to learn the knowledge of quenching, a blacksmith came over and said: "Master, the Nanling camp said that it wants a hundred long knives, a hundred long swords, a hundred spears, a hundred bows and arrows, and also Specify that you and Jiang Lin should do it.”
Zhao Yankui was startled when he heard this. There were at least tens of thousands of troops in the Nanling camp, and a few hundred weapons were of little use to them.
The most important thing is, what kind of place can be short of weapons?
Even if there is a shortage of weapons, they will only send people directly to the Foundry Department. How can they go to the Blacksmith Camp? The level difference between the two sides is too far.
What's more, two people building so many weapons cannot be completed in three or two days.
Jiang Lin reacted quickly and said: "Nanling Camp did this to tell some people that the two of us are involved with them, as a kind of deterrence and protection."
"It makes sense." Zhao Yankui also understood and couldn't help but sigh: "I never thought that I, Zhao Yankui, would be taken care of by the military one day. It's all because of your boy!"
Zhao Yankui was not a fool, and he naturally understood that Nanling Camp did this mostly for the sake of Old Man Wei.
And Old Man Wei's relationship with Jiang Lin was far better than with him.
Jiang Lin smiled lightly and said: "Master, even if no one takes care of you, you can still live well with your ability."
"That's natural." Zhao Yankui laughed.
Once Dong Songchang died, he really said what he said in the South Blacksmith Camp.
Even if the one who accompanied the army came back, he would not compete with me for anything given his character.
"Since Nanling Camp wants you and me to cast it by name, master and apprentice, then come on, it will just let you try more quenching skills." Zhao Yankui said.
Of course Jiang Lin would not refuse. He had just started to learn the tempering skills and needed to improve his proficiency a lot. Hundreds of weapons could just be used to do this.
The master and the apprentice returned to the blacksmith shop and started to light the fire and temper. At the same time in Linyuan Division, Shen Zhiwen held a hoe in his hand and looked ugly.
"Dead? Why did Nanling Camp kill him?"
A blacksmith who had a close relationship with Dong Songchang came secretly to tell Shen Zhiwen that Dong Songchang had been beheaded.
Shen Zhiwen felt bad when he learned that it was the general from Nanling Camp who took action personally.
A third-grade general was not something he could deal with.
The blacksmith once again told the story about how Dong Songchang had offended Old Man Wei. After hearing this, Shen Zhiwen couldn't help but curse.
"How can this idiot and those lunatics in the border army be provoked casually? He really deserves to die!"
The blacksmith said with a grimace: "Sir, Mr. Shen, did Master Dong die like this in vain?"
"Is it possible that you still want me to seek revenge from that general?"
The blacksmith didn't say anything. Of course he understood that it was impossible to seek revenge from Liao Mingxu.
Not to mention the death of Dong Songchang, even if Shen Zhiwen and his whole family were killed by Liao Mingxu, no one in the civil and military dynasties would say a word for them.
"I can't afford to offend Nanling Camp, but there are some people who can still be offended." Shen Zhiwen snorted coldly and said, "Okay, you go back, and don't come to me again in the future."
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The blacksmith heard that he wanted to cut off contact with the blacksmith camp, so it was hard to say anything. After all, Dong Songchang was gone, and Lin Yuansi did not have much to do with him here.
After the blacksmith left, Shen Zhiwen lowered his head and stared at the brand new hoe in his hand. His brows wrinkled slightly at first, and then slowly relaxed.
A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Although Dong Songchang's death is not a pity and there is no need to give any explanation to that yellow-faced woman, he is my brother-in-law Shen Zhiwen after all. If I don't let you pay for his life, wouldn't it be a loss of my face?"< br>
My eyes moved towards the field, and a milky white flower bloomed, so lonely among the many green leaves.
Tianyuebaohua absorbs the essence of the moon and blooms. After picking it, grind it into powder and wipe it to keep the skin delicate and tender. I don’t say it will last forever, but if you use it all year round, it’s not unusual for a forty-year-old to have twenty-year-old skin.
Shen Zhiwen walked to Tianyue Baohua, with a fierce look in his eyes, picked up the hoe and started digging the ground.
In the end, in just a few strokes, the hoe broke off, and the broken iron piece easily cut off the stem of Tianyue Baohua.
Shen Zhiwen held the broken hoe and the severed Tianyue Baohua in his hands and ran quickly towards the palace not far away.
Not long after, he came to the palace and was stopped by a young eunuch.
A high-pitched voice and arrogant eyes: "What's the matter?"
Mr. Shen, who was arrogant in front of the blacksmith, bowed down and smiled apologetically in front of this equally unworthy little eunuch.
"Linyuan Secretary Shen Zhiwen, there was something wrong with the Tianyue Baohua that my father-in-law planted earlier, and I asked my father-in-law to pass it on."
With that said, Shen Zhiwen took out two taels of silver from his pocket and stuffed it over.
The little eunuch held it in his hand, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Mr. Shen. Just wait here for a moment."
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After that, he turned around and entered the palace.
Not long after, he came out again and said: "Master Shen, please come in."
"Thank you, father-in-law." Shen Zhiwen took out another tael of silver and stuffed it over.
But not far after entering the palace, he looked back at the little eunuch who was holding the silver and smiling, curled his lips and cursed in a low voice: "Dead eunuch, the last thing!"
After walking a certain distance, Shen Zhiwen entered an open palace with many eunuchs and maids inside.
Some are serving tea and water, and some are waiting for people to eat grapes.
The maid was peeling the skin off the grapes, carefully twisting the crystal-clear pulp and putting it into his mouth with his five fingers. It was an old eunuch with many wrinkles.
But his skin was uncharacteristically smooth and delicate, completely inconsistent with the pleat-like wrinkles.
He opened his mouth and took the palace maid's fingers and the grapes into his mouth, and stirred it with his tongue a few times. Looking at the little palace maid's blushing face, the old eunuch laughed out loud.
Shen Zhiwen didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he walked closer and knelt down: "Ming Eunuch."
The old eunuch glanced at the broken hoe and Tianyue Baohua, and his voice was as harsh as an old rooster: "Trash, you can't even look at a flower, so die!"
Shen Zhiwen knocked his head heavily on the ground and shouted: "Gonggong Mingjian, I have been taking care of the Tianyue Treasure Flower with all my heart, and I don't dare to slack off at all. The hoe didn't work well before, so I asked someone from the South Blacksmith Camp to make a new hoe. As a result, It only broke after a few hoeings, and then the Tianyue Baohua was broken.”
"How many times did it break? When did the blacksmith camp become such a waste?" Eunuch Ming was obviously a little doubtful.
Shen Zhiwen quickly took out a cloth bag and pushed it forward: "I don't dare to lie. The gardener of Linyuan Division and the blacksmith of South Blacksmith Camp can all testify."
A eunuch ran over, picked up the cloth bag, opened it, took a look, then took it and handed it to the old eunuch.
The old eunuch weighed it in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "So that's it, those blacksmiths really deserve to die. Who made this hoe?"
"It's master and apprentice Zhao Yankui and Jiang Lin from the South Blacksmith Camp," Shen Zhiwen said.
The old eunuch took out a small piece of silver from the cloth bag and threw it to the thirty-year-old eunuch next to him. He made a sharp and harsh voice: "Go and beat those two people to death!"
(End of chapter)