The evidence given by Feng Zhen was very sufficient, and Yang Si didn't know where to refute it.
Could it be that the words of the lord that day were just to tease him, but if so, how would Wei Ci explain it
Could it be that these two guys are bored and play him together
"...Ai believe it or not." Yang Si couldn't get a real hammer, so he could only deal with it with such a panacea, "If the lord is really a woman..."
Feng Zhen's eyes squinted and said, "If it's really a woman, I will immediately go to the street and bring someone home to marry and protect my loyalty."
Fengzhen's words are simply too much.
Yang Si smiled dryly, "...don't worry, I guess no one likes you..."
Feng Zhen also smiled back, he felt safe.
Opening your mouth is a cheap mouth, "Yes, with a good family man like Zixiao by his side, why can't he look down on me like this."
Yang Si: "…"
The two of them looked at each other in the elegant room of Zhikezhai, and there was a mysterious silence.
Feng Zhen asked uncertainly after a while, "How sure are you about this, my lord?"
Yang Sixiang answered "ten percent". After all, the parties admitted it, but he couldn't answer that way.
Vaguely said, "More than 60%."
Feng Zhen restrained his joking mentality, his expression became condensed, and his tone was a bit more inexplicably oppressive.
"Are you here to tell me the bottom line?"
Yang Si's heart was faint, but on the surface he smiled sincerely.
"Naturally it's a joke."
Feng Zhen raised his eyebrows, and his eyes flashed a strange light.
If Yang Si had bitten him to death, he would have thought that the other party was a joke. After all, the fact that "the protagonist's gender is a woman" is too scary.
Now Yang Si said frankly that it was a "joke", but Feng Zhen didn't dare to take it as a "joke".
However, he didn't follow through.
First, it's pointless, and second, it's a waste of time.
If you want to know whether the lord is male or female, the most irrefutable evidence is the lord's body.
If Feng Zhen is really curious, just ask those flower girls directly.
Thinking of this, he frowned imperceptibly.
Aside from mentioning this, he didn't find a single detail—speaking of which, when the lord visited the brothel, he never really stayed overnight, and he didn't even hire any flower girl to accompany him. Every time, the brothel is regarded as a restaurant, and they leave after eating and drinking.
Feng Zhen chewed on the rice, the taste was like chewing wax, and his thoughts drifted away.
The protagonist is in his prime, at the age where it is easy to get emotional and go off the rails. It is very difficult for the young body to stand up to the provocation of the opposite sex. Although those flower girls are not beautiful, they are also in the Mood for Love, with a unique youthful breath, this kind of breath is far away. More attractive than physical appearance... Not to mention others, Feng has come from this age. If he is a normal man, he won't be mad at him
If there is a concubine's room or a concubine in the backyard of the lord, that's all. After all, some people just think that the flower girl is not clean. Even if her throat becomes angry, they will pretend to be nothing and go home to find her wife and concubine... But what is the lord's backyard? None, clean.
Now that I think about it, there are doubts everywhere.
Or, the protagonist is Liu Xiahui, who really has no desires and no desires, and is a peerless gentleman.
Or, the lord is incompetent, unable to stand up in the face of celestial beauty...
If it is the second type, it will be a bit painful. If you can't stand up, you won't be able to give birth to an heir. Without an heir, you have no foundation.
Or, the protagonist is not a man, he or she is a woman!
In the face of these three situations, Feng Zhen hopes to be the first, but looking at the old driver's style, he doesn't seem like a pure-hearted gentleman.
No... is she really a woman
Putting the "female" label on Jiang Pengji, Feng Zhen felt that the two sides were fighting, and felt that he was going to be frightened.
terrible.
At the same time, Fengzhen was still struggling with the mystery of the protagonist's gender, and Jiang Pengji was discussing with Wei Ci.
"There is nothing else to keep you here. I heard that Zixiao Danqing is very good. Please make a painting."
Compared with Yang Si's brain hole, the two parties are not different.
"Painting?" Wei Ci asked, "What does the lord want to paint?"
Jiang Pengji said, "Blue brick, to be precise, it should be a house made of blue bricks."
Wei Ci frowned and thought deeply. The audience in the live broadcast room was also confused by the second monk, but the anchor didn't give any hints. How could you guess.
"Master wants to... sell blue bricks?"
After all, she was an "old husband and wife" in her previous life, and Wei Ci's IQ was not low, so she found out the truth all at once.
The purpose of other people's alliances is to fight for interests, and my own lord's participation in the alliances is estimated to be to deceive people.
"No, how much profit can I make from selling blue bricks?" Jiang Pengji showed a smile that Wei Ci was very familiar with, which was a prelude to cheating, "I want to sell the technology of making blue bricks. After all, blue bricks are made of mud, not gold. , large in size and heavy in weight, how much can it sell for? If you sell the technology of making blue bricks, you can make a fortune, what do you think of this proposal?"
Wei Ci frowned. According to general thinking, he disagreed.
However, the person who put forward this opinion is the lord, and there must be her thinking behind it, and she cannot be killed with a single stick.
Facing Jiang Pengji, Wei Ci habitually thought and thought again, so as not to make any mistakes.
After a while, Wei Ci asked thoughtlessly, "Who does the lord want to sell to?"
The smile on Jiang Pengji's face became even brighter, she knew that Wei Ci had figured out her original intention.
"Whoever has a site near Maruzhou, I will sell it first."
Wei Ci was speechless, the lord's heart was really black.
As Jiang Pengji said, blue brick is very good for construction, and its raw materials are also very cheap, but it has a problem - the transportation cost is almost hundreds of times higher than the production cost. In other words, if you want to build with blue bricks, you must build a brick kiln locally.
Jiang Pengji sold the technology of making blue bricks, which is a very obscure trap.
She makes the enemy take advantage of her, contributes people and money, and slows down the pace of the development of the enemy's forces. This is one of them; when Jiang Pengji stabilizes her foundation and completely digests the power of Maruzhou, she turns her head and fights the enemy again. Yes, this is the second one.
"Because of the horse plague, the domestic economy of the three tribes in the northern Xinjiang has fallen to the bottom, the horse farm is almost deserted, and the combat power has been reduced by 80 to 90%. If you want to slow down, it will take three to five years. Before that, we must consolidate Maruzhou. power, and at the same time further expand the territory.”
Jiang Pengji's goal is still the three tribes in the northern Xinjiang.
But with the strength of Chongzhou, Wanzhou and Hujun, it is impossible to completely destroy the northern border, so she still needs to grow further.
Or, at the same time, think of ways to weaken the enemy.
Jiang Pengji narrowed her eyes while thinking.
"Zixiao, what do you think Northern Xinjiang relies on besides cavalry and horses?"
Wei Ci looked at her and said flatly, "Grass."
Jiang Pengji said, "It won my heart."
The two looked at each other and smiled, without saying anything, and the audience in the live broadcast room shuddered.
If I remember correctly... The three tribes in the northern Xinjiang... They seem to be nomads, right