Daqin: Take the bamboo shoots, Zulong eavesdropped on my heart!

They have never seen much of Feng Zheng's cultivation method.

Iron plows, oxen, and the ground that has been turned over is almost as deep as a cubit.

What's more, it was covered with some muddy grass that was fished up from the river pond.

The people of Lao Qin said that they couldn't understand this operation.

"Don't worry, I said there will be a good harvest, and there will be a good harvest."

Feng Zheng was also dressed in casual clothes, sitting in the crowd, and said with a smile.

To the Qin people, they only had a half-knowledge of digging and loosening the soil, applying compost, and rational irrigation.

The people of Daqin rely more on the sky for their food. All they can do is carry water and weed.

As for such a large-scale plowing of the soil with oxen, it is unthinkable for ordinary people.

Cattle are also scarce, and iron plows are something only rich and powerful families have.

Moreover, the iron plow in the Great Qin era was not too bad.

Not to mention, the sludge and rotten grass are fermented and used as compost.

"It would be great to have a bumper harvest in the coming year..."

After hearing this, the old farmers were all excited and full of expectations.

It would be great if we could really save a hundred shi of grain in the coming year.

"Drive! Drive!"

Just then, suddenly!

A figure in front, riding a horse, charged forward.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

tread!

Tread!

The horse stepped directly into the land that had just been planted, and it was a mess.

Snapped!

clap clap!

"Dare to stand in my way? Get out!"

The man on the horse even swung his whip, and knocked the two old farmers who couldn't dodge to the ground.

Mud horse!

Feng Zheng's blood pressure went up in an instant, damn it, where did the dog dare to step on my field?

"drive!"

What am I?

Seeing the man screaming to leave, Feng Zheng was furious, "Where did you come from, get out of here!"

As he said that, he pulled out his hand, and a short-handled musket was pulled out.

Raising your hand is a shot!

Bang!

It's a pity that the marksmanship is not very good, one shot directly hits the horse's ass...

However, the horse fell over in an instant, and the man was thrown to the ground in an instant.

hum...

On the side, everyone was petrified.

What the hell is it that makes such a loud noise?

The sudden cracking sound almost deafened their ears.

This thing is a musket, not a pistol, not as refined as modern ones.

It's too delicate, Feng Zheng couldn't make it himself in a short time.

However, the cylindrical muskets of the Ming and Qing Dynasties were really not difficult for him.

To be precise, this thing is called a flintlock pistol. There are only five or six extremely simple parts in total. It was invented by Europeans in the Middle Ages.

Feng Zheng couldn't make exquisite modern pistols. However, this kind of pistol that fires with flintlock does not require springs or gears. For Feng Zheng, it is not difficult.

The advantage is that it is simple, but the disadvantage is that the blasting sound is a bit high, and it cannot be fired in bursts.

However, Feng Zheng made a little improvement and made some steel ball bullets, which can be fired after firing the bullets, instead of pouring gunpowder like pounding garlic every time.

"Take it!"

Just as the man was about to get up, Feng Zheng yelled angrily. Several servants reacted and rushed over immediately, and together they pressed the man down!

"You, you gang of untouchable wild dogs, dare to do anything to me?"

The man was startled and angry, "I'm from the imperial court!"

Hiss?

what?

To... court?

Hearing the man's words, a group of farmers suddenly changed their expressions.

Feng Zheng walked up and kicked up.

"The Court of Chao Nima!"

Feng Zheng scolded, "Call me!"

"promise!"

After listening, a group of servants greeted the man.

"Hey, hey, you dare to hit me? I'm from the palace!"

hum!

what?

The palace... the palace?

Everyone was shocked when they heard the man's words.

Those servants stopped in an instant.

No, no, no?

Hit the people in the palace?

This, this is going to be a big deal!

"Are you from the palace?"

Feng Zheng's heart moved, and he squinted at the man, "Are you a guard of the palace? Which gate is guarding? Why haven't I seen you?"

kindness?

Hearing Feng Zheng's words, the man's face also changed, "Who are you?"

"Did I ask you to ask?"

Snapped!

When Feng Zheng went up, he slapped hard, "Say!"

"I...I'm not a guard..."

The man was stunned by the beating, his face was stunned and shocked, his nose was bleeding and his hair was stunned.

"Not a guard? Damn, you have an Adam's apple, aren't you a guard?"

Feng Zheng immediately slapped again, "Are you still an eunuch with an Adam's apple?"

Snapped!

clap clap!

"Don't, don't fight..."

The man hurriedly said, "I am an official slave in Mr. Zhao's house!"

Zhao...

Master Zhao?

Feng Zheng was taken aback for a moment, his expression changed, Zhao...

Could it be that I beat a royal family slave whose surname is Zhao?

"Which Master Zhao?"

"The order of the CRRC mansion and the order of the doctor, Zhao Gao, Mr. Zhao!"

Hearing this, the man saw Feng Zheng's complexion changed slightly, he was overjoyed, wiped his nosebleed, and said proudly.

CRRC government order?

Lang Zhongling?

This, this is a high official of the imperial court!

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Moreover, this is an official in the palace!

In an instant, everyone's scalp was numb and they looked at Feng Zheng.

At this time, Feng Zheng was also surprised.

Zhao Gao?

He thought for a while, moved his eyes, and sneered, "Zhao Gao? Zhao Gao is a fart, hang me up and beat me!"

What?

What kind of fart is Zhao Gao?

Hang... hang up and hit?

Everyone was dumbfounded after hearing this!

Chapter 113 Hit me in the face of Zhao Gao, and I will kill you

"Master Hou, the villain dares to dare, this... Let's forget it..."

"Master Hou, the villain is bold, we have a saying below that says not to hit a passer-by with your hand, and not to make a road feud easily, or..."

After hearing this, a group of old farmers persuaded with complicated expressions.

This man is a servant of a high official, if this Marquis becomes enmity with that man, it will not be a good thing...

Originally, they dared not say these words.

However, Feng Zheng is more friendly to these farmers, and they also want to persuade them, so don't let Feng Zheng's youthful vigor be unlucky.

However, Feng Zheng's group of domestic slaves held the man down without any hesitation and stretched out their hands to tie him up.

This is the difference between a subject and a domestic slave, and it is also the result of the ability to control a domestic slave.

Feng Zheng controls this gang of domestic slaves with just one word, that is loyalty, and just two words, that is obedient.

Therefore, upon hearing Feng Zheng's words, these house slaves did not hesitate to follow suit.

"You don't have to worry, this is my business."

Feng Zheng said lightly, "Go and repair the field."

"promise."

Hearing Feng Zheng's words, a group of farmers, you look at me, I look at you, so they had no choice but to give up.