"My little lady, you are interfering in politics again, stop it, stop it."
Zhonghua wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling extremely anxious. He wanted to rub his hands together, but he was afraid of losing his etiquette.
Others are emperors and don't worry about eunuchs. He is empress and don't worry about yourself.
"The table array is the Eight Immortals table with wet quilts added by the security team before. It is not on the same level as the current Iron Skin Eight Immortals table." Zhao Ping took a sip of tea and continued: "The first cyclone cannon in the village has a range of only fifteen steps."
Cuizhu pursed her lips and hummed: "At this level, it is indeed a copycat."
"It's hard to say. There are also Han craftsmen among the Hu people, and there are even descendants of Lu Ban. There is a lot of room for improvement." Zhao Ping shook his head and expressed his opinion.
Cuizhu's apple-like face suddenly turned pale, and she looked at Zhao Ping worriedly: "Little Prince, what should I do?"
"This can only be done by improving oneself, and of course we cannot let the barbarians catch up." Zhao Ping said calmly.
Cuizhu couldn't help but patted her chest, which had begun to take shape, and breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes were filled with excitement: "What kind of cyclone cannon is it? Can I show it to the slave family?"
"Little empress, little empress, you are interfering in politics again." Zhonghua wanted to stamp his feet, but he didn't dare.
Zhao Ping turned around and took out a painting from the bookcase, Cuizhu hurriedly opened it.
Zhong Hua's heart skipped a beat. He really wanted to snatch this painting from Cuizhu, and he was determined not to let women interfere in politics.
However, he is not a man of letters, and he does not have the courage.
Cuizhu opened it and took a look. Sure enough, this one was different from the previous one. There was no gear connection, but three ropes.
Cuizhu pointed at three rope-like objects and asked curiously: "What are these?"
"This is a belt." Zhao Ping looked at the painting and explained to her.
"Belt?" Cuizhu covered her red mouth, "What does it do?"
Zhao Ping explained patiently: "The gears are easy to break after being used for a long time. The belt not only has a long life, but also allows the cyclone cannon to have a longer range."
"It turns out that the effect is so good, Xiao Langjun is so powerful." Cuizhu was not happy for long, but suddenly frowned, "Xiao Langjun, what will happen if the foreigners copy the village again?"
"This is difficult. The belt must be put on the iron tool to be effective. Even if the barbarians imitate the village, it will not be effective because they lack iron." Zhao Ping shook his head and gave Cuizhu a reassuring look.
"But in the face of such powerful weapons, the barbarians have to make them even if they want to sell iron. What should we do?" Cuizhu was still worried.
Zhao Ping still spoke in a relaxed tone: "When fighting a war, we fight for the economy. If the Hu people follow my lead, will the national strength be able to withstand the exclamation mark?"
"What is economy?" Cuizhu didn't understand for a moment and didn't quite understand the word.
Even Zhonghua rarely heard this word and looked at Zhao Ping eagerly.
Zhao Ping looked at the two people and explained: "Economy is financial resources. The Hu people's financial resources are not as good as those of the Song Dynasty. If they do this, they will be dragged down by themselves sooner or later."
"It turns out that the young man has already considered all this." Cuizhu looked at her with admiration.
Zhao Ping nodded, smiled and said confidently: "This is a dilemma for the Hu people. If they don't copy the village, the cyclone cannon has a short range and will be beaten; if they want to copy the village, they cannot afford it financially."
"No matter what, the Hu people are getting more and more miserable." Cuizhu clapped his hands happily, acting like a child.
Cuizhu was like this, let alone Zhonghua. He felt that every word Zhao Ping said was an imperial edict and had profound meaning.
For example, not only did he learn the word "cottage" today, but he also learned the principle that fighting a war means fighting the economy and financial resources.
No, only men can learn this. Cuizhu is a woman, does she want a harem?
No, this matter must be reported to Zhang Si early and let the future prime minister think of a way.
After Zhao Ping finished speaking, he gave the drawing to Zhong Hua and said, "Send the drawing to Xi County immediately, they can just use it."
Zhonghua couldn't help but be overjoyed. Zhao Ping didn't wrap up the drawings. He obviously regarded him as someone he trusted and he could feast his eyes on it.
Zhao Ping turned to Zhu Pavilion, went down to Qihu, and passed through a small courtyard, where the rose flowers were still blooming with their fragrance.
Passing through the small courtyard, you will reach the large courtyard, and opposite the door is the reception hall.
Mother is in the reception hall. She came here because there are guests.
This guest is none other than my aunt.
Zhao Ping didn't understand, since his aunt was not an outsider, why should it be done in the living room?
Zhao Ping's greetings to his mother were particularly special, as he came before her.
Naturally, her mother held Zhao Ping's forehead, kissed him gently, and completed the greeting ceremony.
"How are you, aunt?" After his mother said hello, Zhao Ping respectfully said hello to his aunt.
Seeing Zhao Ping coming to say hello, her aunt looked her over, nodded, and smiled.
What puzzled Zhao Ping was that his aunt's smile was a little forced.
My aunt was always very happy to see her. It was rare to see her smile reluctantly. Could something be happening?
Zhao Ping couldn't help but look up at his mother, who smiled slightly and nodded towards Zhao Ping.
She looked at Zhao Ping for a few times, as if she didn't recognize him.
Zhao Ping became even more puzzled when he saw his mother's eyes, which were questioning.
But his mother said something that Zhao Ping couldn't believe: "Ping'er, you are not young anymore, you should have a marriage."
"Wow, wow," someone cried. Isn't this voice Cuizhu or someone else?
Then there was a thud, as if something like a bonsai had been knocked to the ground.
The whining sound became farther and farther away, and it was obvious that Cuizhu left sadly.
What, did I hear it right? This young man is only eleven years old and is about to get married.
Could it be Li Hanmei's expression, but her aunt's smile was very forced.
If it was Li Hanmei, it would be too late for her aunt to be happy, and she was obviously not her cousin.
Which one is this? Why do you want to say goodbye at this time?
As Zhao Ping thought about it, he looked at his mother and said, "Mother, my child is still young and I don't want to get married."
"You're still young?" Mother looked at him lightly, "You're already the chief secretary of the Chengdu Mansion, and you're also the deputy envoy of the Salt Department, so why are you so young?"
Mother, although my official position is not small, my age is young.
No wonder my aunt's smile was so forced. She always regarded herself as an uncle.
Unexpectedly, she would be sent to be a matchmaker for her future uncle. Who is it?
Although my aunt was very reluctant, she still had to come. This person obviously had a lot of background.
In this society where parents dictate and mediators dictate, Zhao Ping couldn't resist even if he wanted to.
What's more, my mother gave birth to me and raised me all by herself.
Even now, with my mother's youth and beautiful appearance, if she wants to get married, there will definitely be a matchmaker to cross the threshold.
But my mother still did not marry again, obviously for herself.
My mother is so kind to me, how can I go against my mother's wishes?
Now I can say that I am successful, and my mother sees it.
The mother has good taste and obviously will not cheat her son.
It was just who the other party was that made my aunt unable to refuse, and my mother actually agreed.
Zhao Ping no longer has the mind to think about who this person is, because there is an urgent matter that needs to be completed urgently.
Zhao Ping bowed respectfully to his mother and said with some regret, "Mother, I have come to say goodbye to you."
"Farewell, why do you have to say goodbye?" My mother suddenly panicked and asked with a frown, "Ping'er, didn't the ancients say that if your parents are not traveling far away, why do you have to say goodbye?"
"My child is going to Xixian County, and I came here to say goodbye to my mother." Zhao Ping bowed his hands and answered respectfully.
My mother frowned again, exchanged a look with her aunt, and asked coldly: "Ping'er, did you come to say goodbye just because my mother said we were going to get married?"
"Mother, even if we don't talk about the marriage, the child still has to come to say goodbye. Xi County is heavily surrounded by an army of 500,000 barbarians, so the child must go." Zhao Ping bowed respectfully and said the reason for going.
"Oh my god, half a million yuan from a barbarian?" My aunt couldn't help but cover her mouth and looked at Zhao Ping in disbelief.
She only knew that the security team fought fiercely with the Hu people, but she never expected that there were so many Hu people, reaching half a million!
Mother looked at Zhao Ping, and she was also shocked by the news.
She looked Zhao Ping up and down several times and shook her head.
Seeing the determined look on Zhao Ping's face, her mother said: "Ping'er, you don't have many generals under your command. They are always fighting. You can just use the carrier pigeon to command them in Chengdu."
"That's right, Ping'er didn't go to conquer Xi County last time. Your generals can also conquer it." My aunt came to her senses and hurriedly persuaded her.
Zhao Ping saw the anxious expressions on his mother's and aunt's faces and knew that they were obviously worried about him.
"This time is different from last time. The Hu people sent 500,000 troops to take down the thorn in the side of Xi County in one fell swoop." Zhao Ping bowed to his mother and aunt and patiently explained, "Because Xi County is far away from Chengdu and Chengdu has weak support. The security group has just occupied it, so this is the best time for them to take it."
"Ping'er, you are the chief secretary of the Chengdu Mansion and the deputy envoy of the Salt Department. You are busy with official duties. How can you leave Chengdu?" Seeing that she could not persuade Zhao Ping, her mother simply removed Zhao Ping from his post.
Zhao Ping shook his head and glanced at Lin'an.
He pointed in this direction with his finger and said: "Although I have an official position, I am now jealous of the court. Xi County is my inheritance, so I have to go."
"Ping'er, listen to mother and don't say these nonsense." Mother and aunt looked at each other and shook their heads, "The imperial court treats you badly, why did you let Bo, the lord of Chengdu Palace, and deputy envoy of the Salt Department? "
After all, my mother is a woman, and she obviously doesn’t know about the cruelty of officialdom struggles.
"Mother, the reason why the imperial court can tolerate the child and grant these official positions is because the child's soldiers and horses are fighting against the barbarians. When the child's soldiers and horses are completely lost in Xi County, it is the opportunity for the court to deal with the child." Zhao Ping explained carefully.
My aunt covered her mouth and shook her head in disbelief: "Ping'er, you blocked the barbarians for the Song Dynasty. Why did the court treat you like this?"
"Mother, aunt, are there people like children in the world?" Zhao Ping looked at his mother and aunt and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "He has tens of thousands of elite soldiers and the most profitable Zhaojiazhuang in the world. He is not just a scholar. , can the imperial court rest assured about the child?"
Mother and aunt looked at each other. Zhao Ping had become a behemoth second only to the Hu people. It was unusual for the court to be able to trust him.
My mother's eyebrows were furrowed and her aunt's eyes were worried. They were both worried.
My mother shook hands with her left and right hands, biting her lower lip with her teeth and asked, "Ping'er, how should you deal with it?"
"The situation in front of us is indeed full of danger, but there are ways." Zhao Ping bowed to his mother and aunt and said calmly.
My aunt's eyes flashed and she couldn't help but ask: "Ping'er, how to resolve this?"
My uncle is a pure nerd, but under Zhao Ping's control, he has been promoted to two levels in less than a year.
My aunt also hopes to have a royal title. With her uncle's promotion, her request is getting closer and closer.
But she never expected that the officialdom was so dangerous, and that Ping'er, who devoted himself to doing things for the court, would be jealous of the court.
If Zhao Ping falls, his uncle will definitely suffer.
