Ma'am help, the general is in trouble again

Chapter 143 Zheng's Secret
After sending away Mu Gaoyi and Shi Hetong, Runtu returned to the carriage: "Madam, please sit down, we are going down the mountain."

He was strict and never crossed the line, like a layer of class barriers between them, he regarded her as the general's wife, neither flattering nor evasive.

She felt that she shouldn't force others to be difficult. Since he wanted to keep a distance, she respected his ideas, so she kept basic politeness and didn't talk too much about friendship.

"Okay, let's go."

As soon as the carriage moved, the entire carriage began to shake.

The side windows of the upper cover sway left and right as the wheels roll the ground, just like riding a rocking car.

Zheng Quchi pressed his arms on the crossbar, trying to maintain his balance, and not let his body sway with the car.

She secretly decided that she must make a horse-drawn cart as soon as possible.

After selling the money, I will equip myself with a car for travel. I must not take this kind of rocking car, or I will suffer old crimes if I go a long distance.

It can be said that she saves a lot of money in building a car compared to others. She does not spend money on research and development, and does not spend money on design.

Now the wheels are outsourced to the wheelman, the copper horn exterior decoration and wheel hoops are outsourced to the blacksmith, and the rest of the carriages, shafts and other parts, she trims the wood and paints herself, and even the scorpion and scorpion are made by herself.

She originally thought that she would use this car to make a lot of money, but later she felt that it was unrealistic to rely on her to do it alone, and it was easy to cause trouble for herself.

For one thing, she doesn't have a production line, and she wants to mass-produce vehicles, which is just a dream.

Secondly, she has no sales channels and no transportation channels. If she doesn't have enough money and connections to pass the checkpoint for such an expensive item, the poor can't afford it, and the rich can't buy it.

Three to...

In short, she didn't want the car she developed and built with all her time and effort to be circulated in her hands, so she decided——

Since fighting alone can't achieve success, she will ask for sponsorship.

As the saying goes, the fat and water don't flow into the fields of outsiders. Of course, the most important thing is that Yu Wencheng is the most powerful person she knows. He is rich and maintains a group of craftsmen. Yet?

Let me ask, as a developer, how many cars can she produce in a year with her own hands alone?

But with these five thousand master craftsmen, it will be different. Even if Yu Wensheng finds hundreds of people to lend her money through her fingers, she will be able to open a local car factory and make a fortune.

Therefore, after solving the first and second problems, the third problem came one after another.

That is fame.

If you want to sell a good quality item to the market, you must first promote its reputation.

Because the reputation created by Ye State is really too bad, relying on ordinary methods will not only produce slow results, but also may not be beneficial.

Although the smell of wine is not deep in the alley, but according to the current situation, she is poor and the country of Ye is not in a good place, so let's not waste that time. Right now, the Jichun Craftsman Union is attracting the attention of the whole country, isn't it a good opportunity to advertise?

Therefore, she didn't bother thinking about participating in the preliminary competition of the Jichun Craftsman Union, and just finished the car, isn't it just a ready-made competition exhibition?
At the craftsman's union, craftsmen from the seven countries gathered in one place, and all the attention of the seven countries was concentrated on it. If there was any trouble, there would be no chance to publicize her car.

Zheng Quchi sat in the car, and to pass the time, he turned over these things and thought about them.

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The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the cold air enveloped the land. The carriage ran over two deep ruts on the country road.

The buttocks were so bouncing that he couldn't stand it, Zheng Quchi called to stop, intending to get out of the car and walk back by himself.

It's not that she's hypocritical, and it's not about rushing or fleeing for her life. She has to suffer in a carriage. She is not afraid of being tired, and she can walk home slowly on two legs.

But Runtu stopped him and said, "Ma'am, if the carriage is uncomfortable, you should ride a horse. Otherwise, when you reach Hegou Village, you may be exposed to the cold late at night."

After thinking about it, she is not alone now, and she can't bother someone to go for a walk in the countryside with her, so Zheng Quchi agreed.

But there is one thing that needs to be clarified in advance: "That Governor Run... I can't ride a horse, so I can only trouble you."

"..."

The general's wife can't ride a horse? !
If the general found out, would he feel that he was too close to the general's wife, and didn't remember the sentence he confessed, "Although Madam is friendly to others, you need to remember your duty and keep yourself in line"?
No, he must not disappoint the general's trust.

"Madam, let's get on the horse first. This subordinate has a skill. He can lead a horse by the side and drive the two horses side by side. Although the speed is not as fast as a galloping horse, it is faster than walking."

"...Run Qidu, you really are amazing."

She must learn to ride a horse, otherwise, if something happens to her in the future, if she says that she doesn't know how to ride a horse, won't she be disgusted to death?
"Inspector Runqi, you must be superb at riding. How about you give me some pointers on how to ride a horse? I have ridden a few times before, and I am not a complete novice, but I always feel that riding alone is a bit timid and dare not Run hard."

Runtu looked at the black lights in front of him, but his wife made such a request to "study hard". He was silent for a moment, and said: "Of course. Madam, first sit on the horse's back, and use the strength of your back to sit down. The feet are relaxed, the stirrups are assisted, and the heels cannot be lifted..."

After Runtu taught Zheng Quchi the basics of riding, he said, "These cart horses are gentle and gentle, and they are the most suitable for beginners, but..."

Sitting on the horse, Zheng Quchi, who was groping and comprehending Professor Runtu's riding secrets, turned his head when he heard that, "But what?"

"However, ma'am, do you feel unwell on weekdays?"

Zheng Quchi shook his head: "It's fine right now."

Although Aunt Ling (Mei Ruoling) said that she has a hidden disease and needs to be recuperated, otherwise it will deteriorate to the whole body, but she is indeed fine now and can jump and jump.

"Ma'am, do you have heart palpitations or something?"

The questions he asked were all weird: "Nothing."

"That's good……"

He stepped on the horse neatly and neatly, and then told Zheng Quchi: "Madam, the most important thing to practice equestrianism well is to practice on the ground, believe in yourself, and believe in the horse."

Zheng Quchi raised a question mark: "Oh, yes, so..."

"So Ma'am, don't worry, before you fall off the horse, the subordinates will definitely save you." Runtu said seriously.

Zheng Quchi, who suddenly realized what he was going to do, his expression stiffened and twitched: "No, no, wait a minute, I still need to make mental preparations—"

However, Runtu is a strict teacher. He doesn't think that a person who has ridden a horse several times needs any psychological preparation, so he slapped the horse's butt coldly and mercilessly. The horse was startled, and immediately ran out like an arrow.

"Fuck-"

Zheng Quchi's eyes were wide open, his teeth were clenched, and he was like a seagull flying in the wind and waves. He grasped two reins with both hands, one end of the rein was held down with his thumb, and the other end was clamped with his ring finger and little finger, trying to maintain balance , don't get thrown out.

Runtu, you better do what you say, catch her before she is thrown off the horse——

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When he got home, Zheng Quchi's legs were already weak, his hair was unkempt, his eyes were shaking, and he looked like he had been brutally tortured.

The only good news is that she feels that she can finally ride a horse, and she has some understanding of riding skills. Of course, this is valuable experience accumulated from several times when she almost didn't break her neck.

Sure enough, if people are not forced to a desperate situation, they don't know how much their potential is.

It's no fault of Runtu, who told me that he didn't have eyes, didn't see that the other party was actually a devil teacher who only wanted efficiency and results, and asked him for advice.

Seeing that the lights in the room were all off, Zheng Quchi thought that brother Sang had fallen asleep, so he went to the kitchen to see if there were any leftovers to fill his stomach.

As soon as he opened the pot, he saw Brother Sang wearing a robe, holding a lamp in his hand, lifting the curtain and walking in: "It's the ruler who is back, why are you so late?"

As soon as he looked up, in the light, he saw a strange young man standing there in a daze, holding a wooden lid in one hand and a bowl in the other.

"Who are you?!"

Brother Sang was startled, and put the lamp on the stove, subconsciously stretched his legs, and picked up the hatchet from the firewood pile.

Seeing that the eldest brother was planning to slash his sister, Zheng Quchi hurriedly put the wooden cover in front of him: "Don't, brother, I'm your sister."

"What kind of thief! Don't think I'm a cripple, so you can break into my house and steal food!"

"Brother, keep your voice down, don't wake up Yaomei, can't you hear my voice?" Zheng Quchi said helplessly.

Hearing her mention of "Yaomei", Brother Sang calmed down, but he could hear it. He stared suspiciously at the stranger in front of him: "...a ruler?"

Zheng Quchi nodded quickly: "That's right, it's me, brother, put down the hatchet quickly."

It really is her.

Brother Sang frowned, his eyes were surprised and he said, "How did you become like this?"

"Brother, this is Yi Rong, have you heard of it?"

I have heard it, Brother Sang put down the hatchet, and began to question: "Who changed your face? Why did you change your face? Didn't you say to go out to do business?"

"Brother, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat, let's chat while eating?"

"There is the chicken I stewed for you in the pot. It has been simmering on a low fire. If you are hungry, you can fill a bowl and eat it. By the way, where is Fengmian?"

Zheng Quchi said: "He didn't come back, there are many things in the camp, and he is still busy."

"Then it's so late, you came back by yourself?"

"No, he sent someone to take me back. By the way, I'll bring another bowl to him."

"Who is it? You left him outside the door?" Brother Sang accused her of being ignorant.

Zheng Quchi scooped up two bowls of delicious chicken. She shrugged and said, "Brother, it was he who refused to come in. He had to send me back to the camp tomorrow morning, so he didn't leave. That person seemed to be very well-behaved and very polite." People who abide by principles, I’ve said it, but I can’t persuade him at all, I’ll send him a bedding and chicken in a while, and it shouldn’t be a big problem to spend the night in the carriage.”

After listening to her explanation, Big Brother Sang didn't say much: "You rest first, I'll deliver it."

After placing the moist soil, Zheng Quchi and Brother Sang were at the dining table, and she gnawed on the chicken leg and said, "Brother, how much money do you have left?"

"Don't worry, you haven't used up what you gave before."

"Don't be too frugal, Yaomei is still growing, you can't stop the medicine on your legs, or you won't even be able to sleep well in this wet and cold weather."

Brother Sang waved his hand: "Okay, I know the arrangements for these things, you should talk about your business, are you planning to do something big again?"

Her current face is much better-looking than the little black face of "Sang Xuanqing" before, but it is very strange, and she can't even find a little bit of her original appearance, just like a completely different person. like a face.

A lot of vocabulary was brewed, and finally when Zheng Quchi met the worried, melancholy and quiet eyes of Brother Shangsang, he couldn't open his mouth to lie, so he could only tell the truth: "Brother, I'm going to Julu Country to participate in the competition. Jichun Artisan Guild."

Brother Sang was stunned for a long time before he said, "You said, you're going to join the Jichun Craftsman's Guild?"

Zheng Quchi put down his bones, pursed his lips, and said with a tangled expression: "Yes. Brother, there is actually one thing I have always wanted to tell you, that is..."

"Just go if you want to go."

Brother Sang interrupted Zheng Quchi's hesitation, she blinked and asked, "Brother, won't you stop me?"

"You've grown up and you have big ideas. I can't stop you, but you have to promise your brother that you will never put yourself in danger, you know?" Brother Sang said sternly.

Zheng Quchi was in a complicated mood, she looked at the oily chicken soup in the bowl: "I may not be able to guarantee it before, but now I am not alone, Fengmian will protect me, so brother, you don't have to worry about what will happen to me outside. Not safe."

In the past, she and Yu Wensheng were enemies, so she lived in trembling every day, for fear that one day her identity as a spy would be exposed, and she would be dismembered to death by him.

But now, due to her outstanding "achievements", she has shed her status as the second or fifth child at the bottom, and has become the general's wife. She believes that her safety should be safe.

Seriously speaking, Yu Wensheng seems to have saved her several times indirectly or directly.

But every time, it was in a chaotic, confrontational, and estranged situation, so she never seriously thanked him once.

Seeing her dazed expression, Big Brother Sang sighed: "Chizi, I know, you have many secrets that you can't tell big brother, but big brother hopes that you will always have someone who can share your pressure."

"Brother, can I ask you something?"

"what's up?"

Zheng Quchi seemed to have thought about it for a long time, and finally said: "In fact, our surname is not Sang, but Zheng, right? Our parents are Mohist disciples, but because they have a very important thing in their hands, they didn't hand it over. To the Mohists, that's why they were persecuted to Fu County by the Mohism..."

Brother Sang's face changed suddenly: "You don't have to worry about these things, it's enough for you to concentrate on what you want to do now."

"But brother, the Mo family has already found me."

Brother Sang's pupils trembled.

Zheng Quchi didn't stop, but let out the words in his heart all at once: "A few years ago, my father and mother sent me to Uncle Shangyuan without explaining anything. At that time, I was found by the Mo family. , In order to survive, I agreed to work hard for them in the future. Since I was five years old, they have been secretly training me to be a spy assassin, and it was not until a few years ago that I was allowed to return to Fu County to reunite with you."

"Haven't you been learning woodworking at Uncle San's house!?"

He stood up abruptly, his face pale.

"Brother, can you tell me what the Mo family has always wanted from their parents?"

(End of this chapter)