Ziyun stood in the middle of Yang Bing's courtyard, looking helplessly at a small room next to Yang Bing's main house. Yang Bing bought something from outside three days ago, and mysteriously entered the small room and ordered Ziyun No one is coming.
"Master, Master?"
Yang Bing in the hut woke up from a bed board: "What are you doing! Didn't I tell you that I won't see anyone?"
Ziyun sighed and thought to herself that her young master was really childish, and his temper got the better of him. She turned around and was about to leave when she saw Yang Xiyuan standing behind her.
"Ah! Master!" Ziyun exclaimed and wanted to knock on the door again, but was stopped by Yang Xiyuan.
Yang Xiyuan waved Ziyun to retreat, came to the door, put his ear to the door and listened. Seeing that there was no sound inside, Yang Xiyuan reached out and knocked on the door a few times, only to hear Yang Bing yelling inside, and then nothing. Something was smashed against the door.
Doors and windows in ancient times were generally made of paper and were not strong at all. As soon as Yang Xiyuan stood up straight and wanted to kick open the door, he saw an inkstone coming out of the window and hitting Yang Xiyuan's face. The ink inside was still damaged. Reaching the purple cloud behind.
"Get out!!! Bang!"
"Ouch!" "Master! Are you okay?"
Yang Xiyuan was knocked to the ground by the inkstone. Ziyun ignored the ink on his face and hurriedly helped Yang Xiyuan.
"You traitor!" Yang Xiyuan sat on the ground, his face covered with ink, and his eyes were swollen.
Yang Xi Yuanqi's hands were trembling. He thought his son had become better after coming back from the border, but now it seems that his temper is different from before!
Yang Xiyuan thought of this and kicked the wooden door. The wooden door looked like paper under Yang Xiyuan's feet.
"You treacherous son! You think that you can go to heaven after doing battle! How dare you beat me! Let's see if I don't beat you to death today!" Yang Xiyuan walked into the room quickly and kicked Yang Bing to the ground. He had just woken up. Yang Bing couldn't react and fell to the ground immediately, followed closely by Yang Xiyuan who kicked Yang Bing in the butt.
"Hey! Ah!!!" Yang Bing wailed in pain, and the sound resounded throughout the Prime Minister's Mansion. Inside the small room, there was a picture of a loving father and a filial son.
About half an hour later, Yang Bing sat on a chair in the main hall with a bruised nose and a swollen face, staring at Yang Xiyuan with wide eyes.
Yang Xiyuan did not notice Yang Bing at all, but kept looking at a triangular dagger about one foot and a half in length in his hand, as if holding a treasure, and kept exclamating from his mouth: " Okay, okay, what a great weapon!”
This is the three-sided military thorn that Yang Bing spent three days replicating by himself. Although the texture and materials are not as good as those in the previous life, in this dynasty, it is also a product that transcends the times. The medical level of the Ming Dynasty was backward. , if you are stabbed by this triangular military thorn on the battlefield, the chance of survival can be said to be zero.
Yang Bing originally just wanted to make a self-defense device for himself, but who knew that after working hard all night, he just got it out at dawn. Just when he was about to squint for a while, Ziyun came. After driving Ziyun away, Yang Bing came again. Hearing the knock on the door, he thought it was still Ziyun, so he took the inkstone at hand and threw it over, but was severely beaten by Yang Xiyuan.
In the end, Yang Bing took out the three-edged military thorn and escaped.
Yang Xiyuan looked up at Yang Bing, and when he saw his son staring at him angrily, Yang Xiyuan also looked a little embarrassed: "Uh, um, what's the name of your weapon?"
Yang Bing said nothing and turned his head away from Yang Xiyuan. It was obvious that he had not calmed down yet.
How could Yang Bing have been so wronged in his previous life? He felt like crying for a moment. Yang Bing thought to himself that nothing good had happened to him since he traveled through time. He was first sent to Jincheng, which was besieged by a large army, for no apparent reason. Although he had ambitions and wanted to go into battle to kill the enemy, his father didn't take him seriously. If he hadn't been a special forces soldier in his previous life, he would have failed as soon as he crossed over.
The second one is the reward. Although I have made such great achievements, I only get a full-time job and a hundred taels of silver. Isn’t this fooling people? He also treated himself as someone who stepped in the door and sent him out.
Today, my good father of the Ming Dynasty came up and beat him up without any reason. Yang Bing's heart felt like a big stone was blocked, his nose became sour, and his eyes began to heat up. He looked up at the sky and screamed in his heart. : "Who the hell did I provoke!!!"
But in Yang Xiyuan's eyes, all this turned into Yang Bing's temper. He immediately put on a straight face and slapped the table with his hand: "Your father is asking you a question!"
Hearing this slap on the table, Yang Bing reacted like a muscle and immediately turned around obediently: "Three-sided thorn."
Seeing Yang Bing like this, Ziyun couldn't help laughing. Yang Bing turned to look at Ziyun, whose face was full of ink: "Why are you laughing? If you are laughing, I will slap you!"
Ziyun immediately stopped laughing, not because she was afraid that Yang Bing would hit her. Ziyun is now much more cheerful than before, all because of Yang Bing's change.
Yang Xiyuan stared at him: "Who are you going to smoke? Try smoking Ziyun! Ziyun serves you every day, and you still treat him so harshly. Look at when my father has abused his servants, and then look at us." None of the servants in the family are happy to work, but the servants in your courtyard look worried and frightened all day long, which makes me upset!"
When Ziyun heard this, he knelt down quickly: "Master, the young master was just joking just now. Please don't blame the young master."
"Look, a maid is more generous than you!" Yang Xiyuan pointed at Yang Bing's nose and scolded.
But after taking a look at Ziyun whose face was covered with ink, Yang Xiyuan waved his hand: "Go down first and clean up."
"Yes." Ziyun stepped back, and only Yang Xiyuan and his son were left in the main hall.
Yang Xiyuan was no longer angry at this moment, and asked seriously: "Son, does anyone know how to make your three-sided thorns?"
Seeing that everyone was having fun and making trouble, Yang Bing also explained seriously: "Up to now, only you, me and Ziyun know."
Yang Xiyuan nodded: "Well, Ziyun is one of our own. Don't worry. This three-edged thorn may seem simple, but it is something I have never had before."
Seeing that the time had come, Yang Bing knelt on the ground and asked Yang Xiyuan for orders: "Dad, I made this three-edged thorn just to show it to you. I want you to give an order so that I can go to the military camp to train!"
This is Yang Bing's true wish. After all, he is good at it in his previous life. If it comes to reciting poems correctly, Yang Bing may not be good at it, but he can easily train an elite special forces.
"Training troops?" Yang Xiyuan looked at Yang Bing in astonishment, thinking that he couldn't understand his son.
"Exactly, after the Battle of Jincheng, I found that although the soldiers of our dynasty were all brave, they were not as good as the Tatar soldiers in terms of tactics and physical strength, especially the generals. When they faced the Hatan army, I Seeing that a young general under Hatan actually required the cooperation of three of our lieutenants to deal with it, my son wanted to train troops. My son wanted to train an elite army that could defeat one against a hundred!" What Yang Bing said is true, Tatar soldiers have lived on horseback since childhood and are bold by nature.
Most of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were men from poor families who could not afford to eat. In Yang Bing's eyes, the training of the Ming Dynasty army was just like children's play house. When the Ming Dynasty faced the Tatar army, they often It was a tragic victory.
After hearing what Yang Bing said, Yang Xiyuan felt that it was reasonable, so he also expressed his opinion. The father and son discussed it in the main hall for nearly two hours.
Two hours later, Yang Xiyuan returned to his room with satisfaction, while Yang Bing got on his horse, dressed neatly, with a waist tag engraved with orchids on his waist.
