Fake Eunuch: Start by conquering the Empress Dowager

Yang Wenxuan took a step back, and Xia Mingda didn't gain any more inches.

Cooperation is beneficial to both parties, and division is harmful to both.

This truth, people like Xia Mingda naturally see it more clearly than anyone else.

"Mingyu and Mingcheng can't die in vain, this revenge, my Xia family is bound to revenge..."Xia Mingda's first sentence made Yang Wenxuan unable to sit still.

"Patriarch Xia, Lin Feng is not an ordinary person, if you don't have a thorough plan, you must not move it easily, otherwise..."Yang Wenxuan didn't wait for Xia Mingda to finish speaking, and hurriedly said.

Xia Mingda smiled noncommittally and shook his head.

"Lord Yang is in the court, it is inappropriate to do these things, this matter will not be bothered by Lord Yang, Lin Feng deceived my Xia family so much, my Xia family naturally has a way to deal with it.

"The old man has one more thing when he enters Beijing this time. Hearing this

, Yang Wenxuan nodded and responded: "Patriarch Xia, rest assured, my Yang family and the Xia family advance and retreat together, although Bachelor Xia is gone, but in this court, there must be a seat of the Xia family."

"However, that Lin Feng is now in control of the celebrant and has the imperial order, and this matter still has to be considered in the long run, but Patriarch Xia can rest assured that the old man will definitely do his best." "

In the adult world, there is only profit, there is no right or wrong.

The two of them, who were still tense just now, calmed down at the moment and discussed.

It didn't take long for the dust to settle.

Xia Mingda did not continue to stay in the Yang Mansion, and got up and prepared to leave.

"Patriarch Xia, that Lin Feng looks young, but in fact, the city government is very deep, and he acts ruthlessly, don't take it lightly, if the patriarch can trust me, give me some time, and I will definitely get justice for Bachelor Xia." Yang Wenxuan also tried to convince Xia Mingda.

Xia Mingda didn't speak, waved his hand, and walked out of the Yang Mansion.

Yang Wenxuan might really have a way to deal with Lin Feng, but he couldn't wait.

The glory of the family is above all else.

Since he has come, he will not return empty-handed.

Yang Wenxuan stood at the door, looked at the disappearing figure, and sighed.

This stubborn old man.

He hoped that Xia Mingda would have a way to deal with Lin Feng, in that case, it would really be up to him Yang Wenxuan to have the final say in this court.

It's just that there really is a way?

Yang Wenxuan didn't know the bottom in his heart.

Maybe even he didn't realize that Lin Feng had become a mountain to look up to in his heart.

Standing for a moment, Yang Wenxuan shook his head and returned to the house.

In a house in the east city of Jingshi.

After Xia Mingda left the Yang Mansion, he came straight here.

"Patriarch..."

There were already people waiting in the courtyard, and when he saw Xia Mingda coming in, he glanced outside and greeted him.

"Yunfei, have you done everything I asked you to do?" Xia Mingda looked at the figure in front of him and asked.

"Teacher, according to your instructions, I have already passed the letter out, the people of our Xia family have already gone to Zhang Luo, I believe that Lin Feng, the dog thief, will not be able to jump for a few days. The middle-aged man named Yunfei bowed down and answered.

Xia Mingda smiled and nodded.

"The open gun is easy to dodge, the hidden arrow is difficult to prevent, what if he Lin Feng controls Jinyiwei and Dongchang, and can still supervise everyone in the world, my Xia family has money, and I don't believe it, or he can't take his life."

Listening to Xia Mingda's words, Xia Yunfei laughed out loud.

The world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for profit.

One hundred thousand taels of silver may be an astronomical amount for an ordinary family, but for a big family like them, it is nothing at all.

A killing game against Lin Feng quietly unfolded without anyone knowing.

At this time, Lin Feng was still in the celebrant prison, looking at the secret letter sent by Liaodong.

This secret letter was written by Liao Hui himself.

The content of the letter is very simple: after 50,000 sets of military supplies were sent to Liaodong, the soldiers of each guard post were all equipped with new equipment.

Although these new troops have entered various guard posts after half a year of training, the training has never stopped, and they are still conducting drills with the guard posts as units.

According to Liao Hui's estimate, in another three months, this new army can become a combatable army.

Liao Hui is full of high hopes for the army he personally selected.

Similarly, Lin Feng also had high hopes.

Now, just waiting for the large-scale production of firearms from the East Factory, at that time, even if Harqi did not go south, he would lead the hussar battalion and the five army battalions to the north to purge the Jurchens.

Thinking of the firearms, Lin Feng didn't continue to sit down in the celebrant supervisor, got up and walked out of the palace, and came to the side of the East Factory.

After reorganization, it has become a large, closed processing plant.

In the firearms workshop, it is still busy.

These craftsmen, some of whom were dug from the Ministry of Industry and some recruited from the private sector, were not as free as before, but their generous wages made them not slack off in the slightest.

Lin Feng walked among them, and he had already seen rows of fire guns taking shape, and they were in the process of finishing their polishing.

It can be seen that nearly a month has passed, and Xingling has produced results.

Walking to the storeroom where firearms were stored, there were a lot of firearms on display on the weapon rack, and at a cursory glance, there were no less than 2,000 guns.

And in the inner room inside, Lin Feng also saw three big guys.

Artillery.

With his advice, Xing Ling has put a lot of effort into the artillery, and has successfully built three decent artillery.

Lin Feng stepped forward and stretched out his hand to put it on the pitch-black barrel, with a hint of coldness.

But there was a smile on his face.

He had already seen the experimental effect of this big guy, although it seemed that it could not be compared with the famous Franc field artillery in the early part of his previous life, but it was not much better.

Nowadays, the fans of the East Factory have assembled a lot of firecrackers in their hands.

Because of the nature of the work of Dongchang and Jinyiwei, such a big guy as artillery is basically not needed.

In Lin Feng's plan, he still wants to build a hussar battalion.

The Hussar Battalion was the first army he controlled, and it was also the strongest army in Daewoo, and it was extremely loyal to him from top to bottom.

Unfortunately, there are only three today.

If there were dozens, or even hundreds, of them, combined with the firearms on the racks, and these firearms were assembled into the hussar camp, he had the confidence that he could sweep away any enemy army.

This will also be a strong army for him to settle down in this world.

He always remembered a great man's words.

Regime comes out of the barrel of a gun.

Living in this era, if you want to be at ease, then, you must have enough strength in your hands.

As long as the hussar battalion is built, then no one in this court, this Daewoo, can shake his position anymore.

"Well done, hard work these days.

Looking at the bloodshot Xing Ling in his eyes, Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder and said sincerely.

Discovering and reusing Xing Ling, a firearms genius, was the wisest decision Lin Feng felt he had.