On the east side of Pantai City, near the palace, a huge camp has been prepared.
The surrounding houses stretch out, and they are obviously newly renovated.
Pedestrians were passing by in a hurry, and Fang Zheng saw many blacksmith furnaces as far as he could see.
As expected, it should be a gathering place for craftsmen.
Fang Zhengyi was still looking at the surrounding environment and asked: "National Master, you have such a big formation. It seems that I can't build it and I won't give up."
"Since you have information about the heaven-controlling artifact, you should also know who made it. Why not spend some money to bribe him and invite him over."
Paba said: "Brother Fang is joking. Since this thing appeared from Dongjiao University, no one should know it better than you. Besides, it is much more valuable to find you than to find someone else. You will stay here forever. All craftsmen’s supplies are handled by you alone.”
Fang Zheng sighed solemnly.
He has really studied hot air balloons carefully, and he understands this early version quite well.
As long as there are enough craftsmen and enough experiments, it probably won't take long to create it.
One month is enough.
Fortunately, I know how to order it, otherwise I would have lost my life here.
"I understand, but I have to go back to the posthouse to rest at night."
"No problem. If you have an order to convey, just tell the two guards beside you directly. I will take the time to come here to check, and His Majesty will also come. Brother Fang, it is best to have results within a few days. My subordinates People come to report, the object that controls the sky is indeed magical, but its structure is not complicated, Brother Fang, don’t even think about trapping me."
After speaking, Paba took out an envelope from his chest and handed it to Fang Zheng: "One more thing, considering that you stayed too long, I will first reply to Jing Guo with a letter. I have already drafted the letter for you. You Just copy it now, and after copying it, I will find a suitable time and send someone to the inn."
As soon as Fang Zheng took the envelope, he opened the letter and said sarcastically: "You are so trusting of me, how do you know my writing style... I'm stupid!"
It doesn't matter if you look at it, Fang Zheng's eyes immediately straighten as soon as he takes a look.
The first half of the letter written by Prabha was a formal report, but the second half was exciting and full of flattery.
This dog looks so much more like the one I imitated! ?
Seeing that Fang Zheng was silent, Paba said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Brother Fang, I know your humanity very well. Basically, I have collected almost all the Banshan daily newspapers, and whenever you publish an article on it, the ending will always be I know how to praise the emperor, and I think the memorial should be in a similar form. Judging from your performance, I think what I wrote should be correct."
"Stop talking nonsense! Get a pen and paper!" Fang Zhengyi said angrily.
Praba smiled and clapped his hands, and the attendant immediately presented him with paper and pen.
Finding a table everywhere, Fang Zheng stuck out his butt and started copying. Halfway through writing, he turned around and said, "There's not enough paper. Here's another one."
Praba frowned: "One page is enough, don't play tricks."
Fang Zhengyi silently unfolded the content he had just copied: "Is one page enough for you to see for yourself?"
Seeing the crooked rows of big characters on it, Paba's face darkened. He took out a knife from the waist of the guard beside him, put it on Fang Zheng's neck, and said angrily: "Brother Fang! I treat you with great courtesy. , Don’t be ignorant and dare to play tricks on me at this time?”
"A dignified third-rank official, commander of the Jinyi Guards, do you think I'm a fool for writing this kind of dog crawling calligraphy?!"
Fang Zheng looked at Paba with disbelief.
His hands began to shake unconsciously, and his face gradually turned red.
Then he pointed at Paba and trembled: "Bald Donkey, you...you can kill me, but you can't insult me!"
Paba stared at him coldly: "Stop pretending, it's quite boring."
Fang Zheng took a deep breath, suppressed the feeling of having a heart attack, and said angrily: "This is how I fucking write. Believe it or not, you can kill me!"
Not allowing him to say more, Paba snatched away the half page he had written and said gloomily: "You don't need to write the letter now. You can start bringing the craftsman with you now. When you have completely figured it out, you can let him know. Someone come and notify me.”
"Brother Fang... take care of yourself, huh!" After saying this, Paba slammed his sleeves and led the people away without looking back.
Fang Zheng watched Paba leave the camp with blurred eyes and cursed in his heart.
Prabha! I'm so happy! After all, I am also a college student who has gone through nine years of compulsory education!
Isn't it so fucking insulting to say that I can't write calligraphy?
What a shame! Sooner or later I will retaliate!
After calming down for a while, Fang Zheng looked at the craftsmen who were still busy in the blacksmith furnace in the distance and began to make plans in his mind.
It didn't take long for him to have a plan, and he told his left and right: "Go and call everyone together. I want to make arrangements first."
...
In the post house, Paba was sitting in the middle of the hall, still holding the page Fang Zhengyi had written in his hand.
It didn't feel right to leave him just now.
Fang Zhengyi is a smart man and there is no need to play tricks on this kind of issue.
But can anyone really write like this?
After much thought, I decided to come to the post house to find someone to check it out, and be cautious first.
After thinking for a while, Praba ordered the guard beside him: "Go upstairs and find a member of the mission to come down. It doesn't matter who it is."
The guard responded, then quickly went upstairs and pulled someone down.
The members of the mission who were pulled off were trembling with fear until they saw Paba and immediately shouted: "National Master! You promised Lord Fang not to do anything."
Paba said calmly: "Don't worry, I just want to ask you something."
As he spoke, he raised the letter in his hand, waved it in front of him twice, and said, "Let me ask you, whose handwriting is this?"
The members of the mission looked innocent and said, "What's wrong with Mr. Fang's calligraphy?"
"..."
Paba waved his hand: "Well, you can go back and change to the next one!"
The second person still answered in the same way.
Paba's expression was a little dull. He looked at the letter in his hand and still felt a sense of disbelief.
Could it be that... Fang Zheng had a plan early on, right?
Until the third person arrived, Ma Cheng sat in front of Paba extremely nervously and said cautiously: "Why did the national master call me here?"
Praba said solemnly: "I will show you a letter and you will immediately tell who wrote it. If you are wrong, your life will be at risk. Please tell me honestly."
This Ma Cheng seems to be a complete softie, with extremely poor psychological quality.
If he gave the same answer... he probably didn't run away.
The letter still passed by Ma Cheng's eyes, and Ma Cheng said without thinking: "It was written by Mr. Fang."
Snapped!
Paba slapped his face with a palm, rubbed it hard twice, and muttered with a painful expression: "Damn, how could this be possible?"
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