"Did he guess that I would ask you this question?"
Zhang Liang's answer surprised Jin Feng: "What did he say?"
"The Marquis said, whatever you ask, I just tell the truth."
Zhang Liang said: "Xiao Feng, if you want to know anything, just ask. As long as I know and can tell, I will definitely tell you.
After asking, you will know that Mr. Hou is different from other officials. He is a good person, and I can guarantee you with my head."
Upon hearing Zhang Liang's assurance, Jin Feng knew that today's plan might come to nothing.
This guy is obviously a die-hard fan of Qinghuai. What he says out of blind admiration has little reference meaning. He will definitely choose something nice to say.
But Jin Feng still felt that he should ask.
At least you need to know where the marquis is from and what his main responsibilities are.
Zhang Liang could not hide this basic information.
"Where is this Marquis from and what is his background?" Jin Feng asked.
"The father of the Marquis is the Duke of Qing. He entered the army at the age of fourteen. At the age of sixteen he defeated the enemy and was promoted to the rank of captain. At the age of twenty-one he was promoted to the rank of captain. At the age of twenty-three he led a thousand men on the right wing of the Tielin Army.
Guarding Songzhou, we were besieged by 20,000 cavalrymen from the Party for three months without losing. When reinforcements arrived, we cooperated with the reinforcements to attack from both sides and completely annihilated the invading enemy."
There was a look of yearning on Zhang Liang's face: "That battle disrupted the entire plan of the party members. The Holy Lord Long Yan was so happy that he granted the title of Marquis of Jinchuan County. Later, he was granted the title of Marquis of Jinchuan County due to his outstanding military exploits."
"Isn't his title hereditary?"
"Of course not. The Marquis is the third son of Duke Qing. I heard that he was born as a commoner and cannot inherit the title. His title of Marquis was earned from the battlefield with one blow and one shot."
Having said this, Zhang Liang couldn't help but raise his neck, as if he had earned the title himself.
The richer a person is, the more he cherishes his life.
As the son of Duke Qing, even if he is a commoner, he will be prosperous and wealthy for the rest of his life.
However, Qinghuai chose to join the army and received a knighthood from the army.
Regardless of whether Qing Guo Gong was behind it or not, Qing Huai's ability to reach this point proves his ability.
Maybe this is why Zhang Liang admires him.
"I heard from Dongdong that when the Marquis came, he wanted to take away the spinning wheel, which made you wary of the Marquis. But I know that the Marquis took the spinning wheel not to make a fortune for himself."
Zhang Liang said: "As long as he is in the army, the Marquis eats and lives with the soldiers. All the captures after the war are also given to us big-headed soldiers, and he takes nothing. His Qingfeng Villa does not have any
The luxurious items were used by almost all the servants who were the family members of the brothers who died in the war.
I want your spinning wheel just because I want to make more money and take care of the families of my brothers who died in the army.
But too many brothers died in the army, how can he take care of them?"
Hearing what Zhang Liang said, Jin Feng's inner resistance to Qing Huai finally became smaller.
He knew that this might be Qinghuai's purpose.
But it was inevitable to be affected by Zhang Liang's words.
Jin Feng thought that he knew Zhang Liang. People like Zhang Liang would not harm him even if they admired Qinghuai.
Even if he has some small thoughts, he just thinks that he can cooperate with Qinghuai.
Just like many people who have two very good friends, they always want to introduce these two friends to each other so that these two people can also become good friends.
After Zhang Liang left, Jin Feng put aside his distracting thoughts and sorted out his understanding of Qing Huai from an objective perspective.
Born into a noble family, he is ambitious, capable, able to command troops, and controls his subordinates well.
Even though Zhang Liang has retired for several years, he still has his heart set on Qing Huai. Whether Qing Huai is truly sincere or just putting on a show, his personality charm is evident.
After thinking about it for half the night, Jin Feng decided to try to cooperate with Qinghuai.
Such people would never do anything to those around them, even if they were just showing off.
Because once he takes action, the persona he has worked hard to establish for many years will fall apart in an instant.
No one is perfect, and I am very lucky to have a collaborator like Qinghuai. If I find something is wrong in the future, I can just find a way to get out.
After making the decision, Jin Feng stopped thinking about it, listened to the squeaking sound of textiles coming from the yard, and quickly fell asleep.
Knowing that Qinghuai was waiting to see the results, Jin Feng asked Mancang to put down other things and work with Zhang Liang to build a new furnace.
Now that he decided to cooperate, Jin Feng stopped being polite and found that the brothers' progress was too slow, so he directly asked Qinghuai for help.
Qinghuai knew that this was a sign that Jin Feng had chosen to cooperate, so without saying a word, he sent three guards to help the Zhang Liang brothers.
The small courtyard was more lively than usual, with not only the squeaking sounds of women spinning, but also the generous laughter of men.
The brick kiln by the river is in full swing, and the men have piled up a large pile of bricks these days.
Qinghuai has led troops in many wars over the years and has been to many places, but this is the first time he has seen a village like Xihewan.
Most of the other villages are living in poverty and despair, but Xihewan is like the rising sun, full of heat and prosperity.
I heard from Zhang Liang that all these changes started after Jin Feng got married, less than a month ago.
In less than a month, it was incredible for Qinghuai to think that a village that was starved of food could become what it is now.
But the steaming brick kiln cannot be faked, the balls of twine taken from the spinning wheel cannot be faked, and the Zhang Liang brothers who are busy building the stove cannot be faked...
Qinghuai also paid more and more attention to Jin Feng in his heart, and put Jin Feng on an equal level from the bottom of his heart. He gradually became more relaxed when meeting and talking to each other.
This change made Jin Feng very happy. After all, he was tired from talking politely every day.
With the help of three strong men, the speed of building the furnace suddenly increased. In only a day and a half, a new-style blacksmith furnace appeared next to the wall of the blacksmith shop.
It was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Jin Feng originally wanted to start making iron again the next day, but Qingfeng was so anxious that he kept wandering around in front of Jin Feng.
Just when Qinghuai passed by Jin Feng for the sixth time, Jin Feng finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Okay, Lord Marquis, please stop turning around, Mancang, come here!"
Qinghuai smiled and cupped his hands: "Sir, just talk if you need anything."
"Don't worry, I won't be polite to the Marquis."
Jin Feng went into the blacksmith shop with a full warehouse.
The fire was already lit. Jin Feng opened the box left by the old blacksmith, took out a few pieces of pig iron and threw it in. Then he asked Mancang to pull the bellows vigorously.
Dakang had not yet begun to use coal on a large scale, and Qinghuai had no choice but to use his connections. Jin Feng had no choice but to use charcoal.
The heat generated by burning charcoal is not as good as that of coal. Even though Jin Feng added a more advanced blower to the new furnace and added mineral powder that lowered the melting point of pig iron, it was still unable to reach the melting point of pig iron.
Jin Feng adjusted back and forth and worked until late at night, finally burning the pig iron until it was semi-soft.
Jin Feng knew that this was the only thing that could be done with the current technology, so he took the semi-soft iron block out of the furnace, sprinkled special mineral powder on it with his injured left hand, and kept hitting it with a hammer in his right hand.
The clanking sound lasted all night, and when the sun rose the next day, Jin Feng finally opened the door of the blacksmith shop, holding two long knives in his pliers.
