"Master Feng, I want to ask a question." Zhang Ying asked with a smile.
Feng Yongcheng didn't know why the other party asked this. He was stunned for a moment, smiled and nodded: "Clan Chief Zhang, please tell me."
"I wonder if Master Feng is married?" Zhang Ying looked at Feng Yongcheng, who was only about 20 years old, with admiration in his eyes.
Wang Dechen looked at the man who was ten years younger than him and thought with jealousy: "Changsheng, this is a sugar-coated bomb, you can resist it."
The term "sugar-coated cannonball" was invented by the little saint. Now that Zhaojiazhuang has become stronger, his subordinates are in high spirits and cannot withstand the temptation.
He warned his men that frontal war must withstand the test, and the enemy's temptation must also withstand the test.
Feng Yongcheng didn't know what the other party was thinking, so he smiled and said: "Thank you, Patriarch Zhang, for your love. I already have an engagement."
Zhang Ying sighed, Feng Yongcheng was so young and still a senior official, no big family could let him go.
"I have a legitimate daughter who is sixteen years old. She has good looks. She knows how to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I hope Chief Feng will treat her as an equal wife." He took a step back and said unwillingly.
Feng Yongcheng was a little stunned, but after all, he quickly calmed down after such a big occasion.
With a smile on his face, he said: "Clan Chief Zhang, this is just a humiliation for your beloved."
"What's wrong with it? This is my little girl's fate." Zhang Ying glared at him and said dissatisfied, "Am I still the leader of the clan in your eyes?"
"My father-in-law is here, please accept this gift from my son-in-law." After Feng Yongcheng finished speaking, he took off his sword, "My son-in-law has no other gifts, only a small weapon."
Zhang Ying accepted it immediately, fearing that Feng Yongcheng would regret it, so he laughed loudly: "Xian son-in-law, it's settled, I will ask a matchmaker to exchange the horoscopes another day."
The Hu-killing Dao in Feng Yongcheng's hand is one of the most precious swords, worth thousands of dollars.
This thing is regarded as a betrothal gift, which is in line with his status.
Although the status of a common wife is not as good as that of a regular wife, she enjoys the treatment of a regular wife.
Her children are also legitimate sons and daughters, and they themselves will enter the ancestral hall.
Zhang Ying did the math and found that her daughter didn't suffer much.
Wang Dechen did not expect that he had already given Feng Yongcheng a hint, and he actually accepted the attack of the four major families' sugar-coated bullets, and he snorted angrily.
He glared at Feng Yongcheng, then turned his head and looked away.
But Wang Dechen was even more embarrassed in the next step. Unexpectedly, Li Yong also recommended his daughter to Wang Dechen.
Of course it is impossible to have a straight wife, but an equal wife is required.
However, although this daughter is also a legitimate daughter, she is much older, already twenty.
Although he is much older, he should be suitable for Wang Dechen.
You know, Wang Dechen is not only married, but also has four sons.
Wang Dechen was dumbfounded and looked at Feng Yongcheng for help.
Feng Yongcheng winked hurriedly, signaling his agreement.
This is not over yet, Zhou Jixun and Feng Anyong were also forced in by two other family patriarchs and their wives.
"Changsheng, why didn't you withstand the attack of the sugar-coated bullets and even dragged the three of us into the water?" Seeing the four clan leaders going out happily, Wang Dechen couldn't help but asked dissatisfiedly.
He was stern and even spoke in a questioning tone.
Even Zhou Jixun and Feng Anyong looked puzzled.
After all, this can be said to be a sugar-coated bullet.
If you fall down after being hit by a sugar-coated bullet, the consequences will be serious.
Feng Yongcheng smiled slightly: "Shun Fu, do you know that the four major families also have their own difficulties."
"Why, their four major families have almost controlled Huichuan, do they have an addiction to unspeakable things?" Wang Dechen opened his mouth so wide that he could barely close it, and could almost fit a duck egg into it.
Feng Yongcheng said calmly: "Although the four major families control Huichuan, the Han people do not have a dominant number here, and the indigenous people still make up the majority. If the four major families leave the government support, they will be easily driven away by the indigenous people."
"What does their relationship with the indigenous people have to do with us?" Wang Dechen asked in confusion.
Feng Yongcheng traced a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Of course it has a lot to do with it. These natives are barbarians who only obey force. How can they be subdued with virtue? And when the security team came to Huichuan, they beat the barbarians directly and turned them into shrews. It can be said that, As long as the security team is here for a day, the indigenous people will never dare to cause trouble."
"Master Feng, you went too far, why did you involve the indigenous people again?" Wang Dechen scratched his head, still confused.
A faint smile appeared on Feng Yongcheng's face: "The relationship is very big. The indigenous people are afraid of power but not moral. Although the four major families have financial resources, they do not have the strength to suppress the indigenous people. If we cannot accept their daughter, they must lack a sense of security."
"Changsheng, I only care about fighting. I really can't help you with this." Wang Dechen was a little embarrassed and scratched his head again.
Wang Dechen focused all his attention on fighting, and had no idea about the twists and turns of officialdom.
In the words of later generations, he was a pure soldier.
His duty is to fight, his mission is to fight, he lives for fighting, and he dies for fighting.
For this kind of people, shrouded in horse leather is the best destination for them.
Feng Yongcheng smiled, shook his head, and said mysteriously: "Shun Fu, what you said is wrong, you can help me."
"How is it possible that I can help you?" Wang Dechen was stunned. He opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Is this true? I don't believe it at all. "
"Shun Fu, how do you know that the descendants of these indigenous people will not produce another Shun Fu?" Feng Yongcheng stared at him with bright eyes and said with great solemnity.
In fact, Wang Dechen is not a pure Han Chinese, but his ancestors are Hu people.
After several generations of Chineseization, his words, deeds, and appearance are actually the same as those of a Han Chinese.
When Wang Dechen heard this, he was a little unhappy: "Chang Sheng, do you look down on us, the descendants of the barbarians?"
After all, Wang Dechen is not a pure Han Chinese, and he feels somewhat inferior in his heart.
He did not use the more affectionate word you, but replaced it with you.
This kind of mentality, from another perspective, means that he is more sensitive to these words.
Compared with Feng Yongcheng and other upright people, Wang Dechen felt very embarrassed.
Not only is he half a Hu, he is also a reduced general.
If it were the former Tang Dynasty, descendants of Hu people like Wang Dechen would definitely be reused.
However, the Song Dynasty learned the lessons of the former Tang Dynasty and emphasized Han people instead of Hu people.
This attitude of the Song Dynasty towards the Hu people gave Wang Dechen, who was half a Hu, a thorn in his heart.
In fact, Feng Yongcheng was not an authentic old man from Zhaojiazhuang. He did not surrender to the Tonggu Mountain horse bandits.
But Feng Yongcheng has a very good identity, that is, he is a disciple of the little saint.
With this level of status, his status is higher than that of many elderly people in Zhaojiazhuang.
"Look down on me?" Feng Yongcheng looked at him with stern eyes and asked seriously, "Shun Fu, do you know where I am from?"
"I only know that you are a disciple of the little saint, and I don't know anything else." Wang Dechen said, feeling so embarrassed that he almost turned the color of pig liver.
There is no harm without comparison. Why are people so different from each other?
He, Wang Dechen, is a descendant of the Hu people and a surrendered general.
Feng Yongcheng was not only ten years younger than him, but also a disciple of the Little Sage.
Feng Yongcheng had a wry smile on his face: "Shun Fu, you don't believe it, but I am from a horse bandit family. Compared with your family of military generals, I am far different."
Wang Dechen's father was Wang Shixian, who was the former commander-in-chief of the Gongchang Mansion of the Jin Kingdom. He was later named King of Longyou by the Hu people.
It can be said that compared with the grassroots Feng Yongcheng, Wang Dechen came from an extremely noble background.
"What, Changsheng, you, the upright chief clerk, are actually a horse bandit?" Wang Dechen took a few steps back, unable to believe his ears.
Zhou Jixun and Feng Anyong's mouths were so wide open that they could hardly close them. They could almost fit a duck egg into their mouths.
Feng Yongcheng looked at the three of them and said seriously: "I'm not afraid of your jokes. I am indeed."
"Longevity, indeed, gold will shine everywhere." Wang Dechen felt much more balanced after hearing this, and in turn comforted Feng Yongcheng, "As expected, the little saint does not look at people's background, only their abilities."
Although he is a descendant of the Hu people, his background is far stronger than Feng Yongcheng, who turned into a bandit.
"Shun Fu, the little saint hires people based on their abilities, their loyalty, and their wholeheartedness for the Han people. So you don't have to carry any baggage with you, and don't overwhelm yourself." Feng Yongcheng nodded and said to Wang Dechen and the others. .
Wang Dechen still smiled bitterly and lowered his head with a sense of humiliation: "Changsheng, I am not only a surrendered general, but also a descendant of the Hu people."
"Shun Fu, I have always regarded you as my brother." Feng Yongcheng didn't know what Wang Dechen was thinking, so he looked at him with a smile and said.
Wang Dechen's eyes almost fell out of their sockets, and he couldn't close his jaw for a long time.
He licked his dry lips, swallowed hard and said, "Really?"
"Of course it's true, more real than pearls." Feng Yongcheng replied seriously.
Wang Dechen rolled his eyes a few times and hesitated.
Suddenly he gritted his teeth and said: "Chang Sheng, are you willing to sworn brothers with me?"
After speaking, Wang Dechen looked at Feng Yongcheng eagerly.
Not only Wang Dechen was moved, but Zhou Jixun and Feng Anyong were also moved.
Both of them turned out to be Wang Dechen's subordinates, but they were purely Han Chinese.
The two surrendered earlier than Wang Dechen, and together with Feng Yongcheng, they participated in the battle against the Hu people in Xixian County.
It can be said that they killed enemies together, formed a strong friendship, and shared the joy of victory together.
"Haha, I'm just asking for it. Zixun, Zihao, come here." After Feng Yongcheng finished speaking, he pulled Zhou Jixun and Feng Anyong next to him.
Zhou Jixun and Feng Anyong didn't know why Feng Yongcheng was calling them. They were somewhat looking forward to it, but they were afraid of being disappointed.
Feng Yongcheng asked the four people to kneel down together, each holding four lit incense sticks.
Feng Yongcheng asked his soldiers to place the incense table. The four of them took the incense and swore to God.
“I don’t want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day.”
The four of them laughed and became brothers of life and death.
In terms of age among the four of them, Wang Dechen is the eldest brother, followed by Zhou Jixun, the second brother.
Feng Yongcheng is third and is the third brother. Only Feng Anyong is the youngest and is the fourth brother.
After the sworn vows were completed, Feng Yongcheng said to Wang Dechen: "Brother, do you understand now? Why do you think there will be another Shun Fu here?"
"Third brother, I forgive you for being stupid. Why do you say that there will be another Shunfu? Are you asking Brother Fool to marry that common wife and give birth to the little Shunfu?" At this point, he said seriously, "Since I have agreed , Brother Yu will welcome his wife immediately, and a year later there will be little Shunsuke."
Feng Yongcheng couldn't laugh or cry: "Brother, of course if you marry that average wife, you will certainly be able to give birth to a little Shunfu in the future. What I mean is that the descendants of these thousands of indigenous people will definitely have heroes like eldest brother."
"Third brother, according to you, Brother Yu must be very powerful," Wang Dechen scratched his head and smiled bitterly, "Brother Yu is not as powerful as you say."
"Brother, you are not very powerful yet. In the eyes of the barbarians, you are Brother Tian, and you are still handsome." Feng Yongcheng looked at him jokingly and glared at him.
Wang Dechen shook his head with a wry smile that almost turned the color of pig liver.
He smiled bitterly, extremely embarrassed, and lowered his head to look at the ground.
Wang Dechen sighed: "Brother Yu is not a handsome man, but Brother Tian is not a handsome man. In the end, he was captured alive by you."
He was extremely confident in himself. Not only was he the Brother Tian that the Hu people talked about, but he was also the Hu people's commander-in-chief when he was just thirty.
However, in a battle with the security group in Jiading, almost all of his soldiers and horses were lost, and he himself was captured alive, completely losing his original self-confidence.
"Brother, don't belittle yourself." Seeing Wang Dechen's dejected look, Feng Yongcheng stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him and said, "What if you hadn't met the security team? Are you not a high-spirited commander or a bastard?" People are sweating and talking about Brother Tian."
"Really? I don't believe it." Wang Dechen opened his mouth so wide that he could barely close it. He could almost fit a duck egg in.
"Brother, not only you, but also Wu Liang Hetai. You know, he has more troops than you, and he was defeated by the security group in Xi County." Feng Yongcheng patted Wang Dechen on the shoulder again, "So, You don't have to feel angry."
Hearing this, Wang Dechen felt better.
His expression became serious again, and he asked solemnly: "Third brother, if you need anything from Brother Yu, you might as well just say it."
"Of course, I really need you for this." Feng Yongcheng also said seriously.
