After sending Mu Gaoyi and Shi Hetong away, Runtu returned to the carriage and said, "Madam, please sit tight, we are going down the mountain."
He was strict and never exceeded the rules, just like a class barrier between them. He regarded her as a general's wife, neither flattering nor avoiding.
She felt that she should not force others to make things difficult for him. Since he wanted to keep a distance, she respected his thoughts, so she maintained basic politeness and did not overdo the conversation.
"Okay, let's go."
As soon as the carriage moved, the entire carriage began to shake.
The side windows of the upper cover roll on the ground with the wheels, swinging left and right, just like riding a rocking car.
Zheng Quchi pressed his arms on the crossbar, trying hard to maintain balance and not let his body sway with the car.
She secretly decided that she must make a horse-drawn carriage as soon as possible.
After selling the money, I will equip myself with a car for traveling. I must not ride in this kind of rickety car, otherwise I will suffer the consequences of walking a long distance.
It can be said that she saves a lot of money in building cars compared to others. She does research and development for free, and design for free. She handles the structural frame, parts and components all by herself.
Now the wheel was outsourced to the wheelman, and the copper horn exterior and wheel rims were outsourced to the blacksmith. The rest of the carriages, shafts, and other parts were trimmed and painted by herself, and she even made the carriage and driver herself.
She originally thought of using the car to make a lot of money, but then she felt that it was unrealistic to do it alone, and it could easily cause trouble for herself.
First, she had no production line and wanted to mass-produce vehicles, which was a foolish dream.
Secondly, she has no sales channels or transportation channels. If she does not have enough money and connections to get through such expensive items, the poor will not be able to afford them, and the rich will not be able to buy them.
Three times...
In short, she didn't want the car that she had spent all her efforts to develop and build to end up being circulated in her hands, so she decided -
Since she can't succeed alone, she will seek sponsorship.
As the saying goes, wealth should not go to outsiders. Of course, the more important thing is that the most powerful person she knows is Yu Wensheng. He is rich and maintains a team of craftsmen. Isn't it just the right time and the right place? Yet?
Let me ask, as a developer, how many cars can she build in a year with just her own hands?
But with these five thousand craftsmen, it was different. Even if Yu Wensheng leaked hundreds of people to lend her money through his fingers, she would be able to open a local car factory and make a fortune.
So after solving the first and second problems, the third problem followed.
That's fame.
If you want to sell a good-quality product to the market, you must first promote its reputation.
Because the reputation created by Ye State is really bad, relying on ordinary methods will be slow to achieve results and may not be effective.
Although the wine is not as good as the alley is deep, but according to the current situation, she is poor and the country of Ye is not in trouble. Let's not waste that time. The Jichun Craftsmen's Union is attracting national attention right now. Isn't it a good opportunity to advertise?
Therefore, she didn't bother thinking about participating in the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild's preliminary competition, and just finished the car. Wouldn't it be a ready-made competition entry?
At the craftsmen's union, the craftsmen from the seven countries gathered together, and the attention of the seven countries was focused on this. If there was any trouble, there would be no chance to promote her car.
Zheng Quchi sat in the car, turning over these things over and over again to pass the time.
——
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the cold air enveloped the earth. The carriage drove through two deep ruts on the country road. This kind of uneven ground was no longer easy to swing, but was shaking incessantly.
The jolting of his butt was unbearable, so Zheng Quchi shouted to stop and planned to get out of the car and walk back by himself.
It's not that she's being pretentious, it's not like rushing or escaping, she has to suffer the punishment in a carriage. She's not afraid of getting tired. She walks slowly on two legs and can walk home.
But Runtu stopped and said: "Madam, if the carriage is not comfortable, it is better to ride a horse. Otherwise, when we reach Hegou Village, it will be cold in the middle of the night."
After thinking about it, she realized that she was not alone now and could not bother Runtu to walk in the countryside with her, so Zheng Quchi agreed.
But there is one thing that must be explained in advance: "That Commander 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 knew about it, would he feel that he was too close to the general's wife and did not remember the words he told her, "Although your wife is friendly to others, you need to remember your duty and be self-restrained and keep your boundaries."
No, he must not betray the general's trust.
"Madam, please get on the horse first. I have a skill. You can hold a horse at one side and drive two horses side by side. Although the speed is not as fast as a galloping horse, it is faster than walking."
"...Runqiu Du, you are really powerful."
She must learn to ride a horse. Otherwise, if something happens in the future and she says, "I don't know how to ride a horse," won't she be disliked to death?
"That Rider Run, your riding skills must be superb. How about you give me some pointers on the key to riding? I have ridden a few times before, and I am not a complete novice. I just always feel a little intimidated by riding alone. I dare not Run hard.”
Runtu looked at the darkness, but his wife made such a request to be "diligently studious". 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. Relax your feet and step on the stirrups as a supplement, but do not lift your heels..."
After Runtu taught Zheng Quchi the basics of riding, he said: "These cart-drawing horses are gentle and docile, and are most suitable for beginners, but..."
Sitting on the horse, Zheng Quchi, who was groping for and comprehending Professor Runtu's riding secrets, heard the words and tilted his head: "But what?"
"But, madam, are you feeling well?"
Zheng Quchi shook his head: "It's fine now."
Although Aunt Ling (Mei Ruoling) said that she has a hidden disease and needs to be nursed back to health, otherwise it will worsen to the whole body, she does have no problem now and can jump around.
"Madam, do you have any heart palpitations or anything like that?"
The questions he asked were quite strange: "No."
"That's good……"
He mounted the horse with a graceful and graceful movement, and then told Zheng Quchi: "Madam, the most important thing if you want to practice equestrian well is to practice on the spot, believe in yourself, and believe in the horse."
Zheng Quchi had a question mark on his head: "Oh, yes, so..."
"So Madam, don't worry, my subordinates will definitely save you before you fall off the horse." Runtu said seriously.
Zheng Quchi, who suddenly realized what he was going to do, his expression stiffened and twitched: "No, no, wait a moment, I still need to make some mental preparations——"
However, Runtu was a strict master. He didn't think that people who had ridden horses several times needed any mental preparation, so he cold-bloodedly slapped the horse's butt with his palm. The horse was startled and immediately ran away with its hoofs raised like arrows.
"grass--"
Zheng Quchi's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth. He was like a seagull flying in the wind and waves. He grasped two reins with both hands. He held one end of the reins with his thumb and the other end with his ring finger and little finger, trying to maintain balance. , don't be thrown out.
Runtu, you'd better keep your word and catch her before she gets thrown off the horse——
——
By the time he got home, Zheng Quchi's legs were weak, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were dazzling, and he looked like he had been tortured.
The only good news is that she feels that she can finally ride a horse and has some understanding of riding skills. Of course, this is valuable experience accumulated from nearly breaking her neck several times.
Sure enough, unless people are forced into a desperate situation, they don't know how much potential they have.
It's not Runtu's fault, because he didn't have the foresight to realize that the other person was actually a devilish teacher who only wanted efficiency and results, so he turned to him for advice.
Seeing that the lights in the room were all out, Zheng Quchi thought that Brother Sang had fallen asleep, so he was going to the kitchen to see if there were any leftovers to fill his stomach.
As soon as I opened the pot, I saw Brother Sang wearing a robe, holding a lamp in his hand, lifting the curtain and walking in: "It's the ruler who's back, why are you so late?"
As soon as he raised his head, he saw a strange young man standing there blankly in the light, 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. He subconsciously crossed his legs and picked up the hatchet from the pile of firewood.
Seeing that his eldest brother was planning to cheat on his sister, Zheng Quchi quickly blocked Mu Gai in front of him: "No, brother, I am your sister."
"Where is this thief from? Don't think that just because I'm a cripple, you can break into my house and steal food and property!"
"Brother, please keep your voice down, don't wake up Yaomei, can't you hear my voice?" Zheng Quchi said helplessly.
Hearing her mention "Yao Mei", Brother Sang calmed down, but he recognized it. He stared at the stranger in front of him suspiciously: "...ruler?"
Zheng Quchi nodded quickly: "Yes, it's me, brother, put down the hatchet quickly."
It's really her.
Brother Sang frowned and asked in surprise, "Why are you like this?"
"Brother, this is disguise, have you heard of it?"
I had heard of it before. Brother Sang put down the hatchet and started to question: "Who gave you the disguise? Why did you disguise yourself? Didn't you say you were going out to do something?"
"Brother, I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat? Let's chat while we eat?"
"There is a chicken that I stewed for you in the pot. It has been simmering over low heat. If you are hungry, just grab a bowl and eat it. By the way, where is Feng Mian?"
Zheng Quchi said: "He hasn't come back. There are many things going on in the camp and he is still busy."
"Then it's so late and you came back alone?"
"No, he sent someone to take me back. By the way, I will bring him another bowl."
"Who is it? You left people outside the door?" Brother Sang was accusing her of being ignorant.
Zheng Quchi scooped up two bowls of fragrant chicken. She shrugged and said, "Brother, he refused to come in. He had to take me back to the camp tomorrow morning, so he didn't leave. That man seemed to be very well-behaved and polite. He is a principled person, I have told him, but I can't persuade him at all. I will send him a bed, quilt 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, Brother Sang didn't say much more: "You rest first, I'll see you off."
After placing Runtu, Zheng Quchi and Brother Sang were at the dinner table. She gnawed on the chicken legs and said, "Brother, how much money do you have left?"
"Don't worry, what you gave me before has not been used up."
"Don't be too frugal, Yaomei is still growing, and you can't stop applying the medicine on your legs, otherwise you won't 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 own affairs. Are you planning to do something big again?"
Her current face is much prettier than the little black face of "Sang Xuanqing" before, but it is very unfamiliar. There is no trace of her original appearance at all. She looks like a completely different person. Like a face.
After brewing a lot of words, Zheng Quchi finally looked into Brother Sang's worried, melancholy and quiet eyes. He couldn't lie anymore, so he could only tell the truth: "Brother, I'm going to Julu Country to participate." Jichun Craftsmen’s Guild.”
Brother Sang was stunned for a while and then said: "You said you want to join the Jichun Craftsmen'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..."
"If you want to go, just go."
Brother Sang interrupted Zheng Quchi's hesitation. She blinked and asked, "Brother, won't you stop me?"
"You have grown up and have big ideas. I can't stop you, but you have to promise me that you will never put yourself in danger. Do you understand?" Brother Sang said sternly.
Zheng Quchi's mood was a little complicated. She looked at the oily chicken soup in the bowl: "I may not have been able to guarantee it before, but now I am not alone. Feng Mian will protect me, so brother, you don't have to worry about what I will do outside." Not safe.”
In the past, she and Yu Wensheng were enemies, so she lived in fear every day, fearing that one day Xi Zuo's identity would be revealed and he would cut his body into pieces and die tragically.
But now, because of her outstanding "performance", she got rid of her status as a low-income earner and became the general's wife. She believed that her safety should be taken care of.
Seriously speaking, Yu Wensheng seemed to have saved her several times, indirectly or directly.
But every time, it was in a chaotic, confrontational, and estranged situation, so she never once expressed her gratitude to him seriously.
Seeing her dazed expression, Brother Sang sighed: "Zhi, I know that you have many secrets that you can't tell to Brother, but 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: "Our surname is not actually Sang, but Zheng, right? Our parents are both disciples of the Mohist family, but because they had a very important thing in their hands, they did not give it to us. To the Mohist family, that’s why they were persecuted to Fu County by the Mohist family…”
Brother Sang's face changed suddenly: "You don't have to worry about these things. It's enough for you to just concentrate on what you want to do now."
"But brother, the Mo family has already found me."
Brother Sang's pupils trembled.
Zheng Quchi did not stop, but vented what was in his heart at once: "In the early years, my father and mother sent me to Uncle Sang Uehara without any explanation. At that time, I was approached by people from the Mo family. , in order to survive, I agreed to work hard for them in the future. From the age of five, 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."
"Have you not been learning carpentry at Uncle Sang's house!?"
He stood up suddenly, his face turned pale.
"Brother, can you tell me, what is it that the Mo family has always wanted from my parents?"
(End of chapter)
