Chapter 1123. Every Whip and Stick Are Filled with the Smell of Iron and Blood.
As soon as the words fell, the two looked at each other.
Probably because of the misunderstanding last night, the two of them didn't like each other no matter how they looked at each other. They glanced at each other and then turned away.
Fang Que went to get the crossbow, and Ji Jin also wanted to get it. The two of them were pulling the small crossbow, one on the left and the other on the right, not letting go.
"This Thousand Square Sword was made in the past two years by an uncle who is proficient in making weapons in the clan. Every servant in the clan has one, but why is this Sword here?" Ji Jin carefully identified the crossbow's shape. The structure was found to be indeed the same as that made at home.
Ji Jin worked harder and harder, trying to take the small crossbow completely.
However, Fang Que did not relax at all. He held the other end of the crossbow tightly and said: "My master traveled around the country. The year before last, he traveled to the country and found a miscellaneous book of utensils in a second-hand shop. Among them, in the chapter on slave making, There is this Wanli Crossbow. The master was curious for a moment and followed it. The finished product is like this. In the miscellaneous notes, there are three locks on the buckle of the crossbow. After the master changed it by himself, it was changed to one, saying this It’s simpler and lighter, so what you’re holding in your hand is the Wanli Slave built by my master, why don’t you let go?”
Ji Jin's golden eyes shined sharply and brightly through the gauze: "The terrain in Lingzhou is steep and there are continuous battles. In order to protect the clan, I, the son of the Ji family, have always built private houses. The number of people is not large, but the weapons worn by each brother , all made by myself in the clan’s workshop. This Qianfang Sword was made from a piece of pig iron by my uncle in the clan with my own eyes. As for the lock you mentioned, everyone knows that the Zhengshu Sword is originally made of a piece of pig iron. A lock, this Qianfang Slave is originally adapted from the original Slave, so naturally it is also a lock."
"Haha, are you kidding me? How can you say that you are from your family? Has your name been engraved on it?"
"My family's name was not engraved on it, but your family's name was engraved on it? This is clearly from my clan!"
"It was made by my master!"
"It's from my family!"
"Bah, it's from my family!"
Seeing that the two of them were quarreling more and more fiercely, and a fight was about to break out at any time, Liu Wei quickly put down his chopsticks and took the slave away.
Losing the object of competition in their hands, the two girls were stunned for a moment, and then both looked over.
Liu Wei threw the crossbow to Rong Leng, raised her fingers and tapped the table: "Eat first."
The two girls didn't move, just looking at her for a moment.
Liu Wei took a bite of the shredded chicken and said, "Although I didn't expect that this crossbow would be related to you, it is such a big deal. Let me have a meal first and tell everyone after I finish it."
In the end, neither Fang Que nor Ji Jin finished their breakfast, and they were very angry.
When Liu Wei finished his meal, he called the two of them to the room and asked them separately, their tone was particularly indignant.
Ji Jin said: "Cousin, this was really made by an uncle in the clan. When I heard that they were going to make a crossbow that was lighter than a normal crossbow and could be lifted by a ten-year-old child with one hand, but the lethality was no less than that of a normal big crossbow. There was a commotion within the clan over this. The clan leader personally supervised and followed the Qianfang Slave from drawing to changing it to casting. Uncle Sixteen also participated in the production, and Brother Xing also helped with the iron work. Fang Ruo, it took our tribe nine months and a pile of pig iron as high as a mountain to make it!"
Fang Que said: "Brother, you also know the master's temperament. He likes to mess with messy things the most. After I got the book and miscellaneous notes back, I put them on the bookcase in his room. I was still curious at that time, what was in the room? There was such a shabby thing when I got it, and I almost threw it away. Fortunately, the master arrived in time and snatched it back. Later, he made the Wanli Slave and let Yuran and I try it. Yu Ran is not good at using iron tools, so this thing is just gathering dust and has been sitting in the study for more than two years. If I hadn't seen it today, I would have forgotten about it. But who would have thought that someone would pretend to be hers? , It’s so shameless, you don’t even want to give this piece of shit to me, what’s the use of snatching it from me? But it’s absolutely true, this is what Master did, you can’t just let others take advantage of it!”
In the two guest rooms, the two girls were desperately trying to explain their opinions to their brother and sister.
Half an hour later, Liu Wei and Rong Leng met in the corridor.
"What do you think?" Liu Wei rubbed her chin and asked.
Rong Lang's face was clear, and he pondered for a moment before asking: "Could it be that what both of them said is true?"
Liu Wei shook his head: "How could it be such a coincidence that the exact same thing was created by two different people? In my opinion, this crossbow was really made by your master. What kind of virtues do you know about the Ji family? Just steal it. How could they not do such a despicable and shameless thing by copying their own things and pretending to have made them themselves? However, who did it is not important for the time being. The important thing is, how could this thing get into the hands of Hu Bing? "
Yes, whether it was made by Rong Leng's master or the Ji family, it is impossible for this thing to be passed down to the queen.
Rong Leng's master was an outsider who stayed away from the world. He would come up with something based on his own interests and just put it aside to enjoy himself. There was no possibility of selling it to the powerful people in the court.
His old man is not short of money.
As for the Ji family, all the weapons and weapons of the Ji family were used to resist the imperial court. They were hiding from people in Beijing before it was too late. How could they still deliver this new type of weapon to the traitors of the Ji family?
Neither possibility makes sense.
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On the other side, in the cold dungeon, the humid air made it difficult to breathe.
Fu Hongda was only wearing a thin undershirt. He curled himself up in a ball at the farthest corner of the cellar, his mind running rapidly.
Not far from him, there lay a dying man covered in blood. This man's identity was exactly the ambitious foreign ally with whom he had called him brother-in-law and laughed and discussed political affairs together not two days ago.
But at this moment, compared to his own lack of food and clothing, this former ally was in a much worse situation than him.
This is a temporary dungeon in the garrison camp. It was transformed from a cellar. The environment is miserable. At the same time, the interrogation methods of soldiers are also different from those of civilian officials. They range from beating and scolding to torture in severe cases. Every whip and stick is filled with the smell of iron and blood. , as if trying to punch out a person’s soul.
Fu Hongda was not beaten. He had never been interrogated since the night he was imprisoned. However, the snake breeders were taken away one after another, covered in blood, and were sent back with more blood. If there were no more cases today, The doctor treated him, but he was afraid he might not survive the night.
Fu Hongda has no extra kindness to take care of this defeated old friend. He only hopes that after this person dies, the soldiers will show mercy to him, and he can be frank and lenient, telling everything he knows. To tell you the truth, these physical and physical hardships are really not something that a scholar like him can endure.
From the corner of the sauce vat, a rustling sound came.
Fu Hongda glanced over casually and saw a fanged rat with scarlet eyes staring directly at him.
The hairs on his back immediately stood up. Fu Hongda shrank closer into the corner. He was actually not afraid of rats, but the rats here were different from the wild rats outside. The rats here were crazy and would die if they got human flesh on them. It will pounce on you and bite you, and I will bite off a piece of your skin!
He saw with his own eyes that these rats pounced on the snake keeper, biting his face and limbs with pockmarks. No matter how hard the snake keeper struggled, it was of no avail.
Fu Hongda was afraid. He was afraid that these rats would find him. He didn't want his life to end with such a group of inferior beasts.