Uncle Zeng was stunned and immediately reacted. He threw down his hoe and plucked the soil with both hands.

After a while, he lowered his voice and shouted in a low voice: "Madam, it's a clay pot." He pulled it for a while, and he shouted hoarsely: "No, it's three."

Feng Wan responded and walked behind him.

Uncle Zeng picked up the hoe again, carefully picked up the soil next to the clay pot, and then bent down and carried them out.

These three clay pots are not big and are tightly sealed with cowhide.

"Open."

"yes."

Uncle Zeng raised the cowhide that opened a clay pot, stretched his head and muttered, "Nothing?" He picked it up and shook it, and said, "There is something."

He reached out and took out a roll of silk book.

He handed over the silk book to Feng Wan and turned to the second clay pot.

As soon as the silk book was obtained, Feng Wan's heart pounded, it was it!

The silk book contains four words: Zhou’s military strategy. It is indeed a military book written by the Han commander Zhou Yafu!

After the destruction of the Han Dynasty, the Central Plains fell into a long war. Now, there are still many precious ancient books hidden in the hands of the great nobles of the Jin Dynasty, but a large number of valuable ancient books have been flooded with historical dust.

Because the nobles controlled ancient books, it was amazing that the poor people could read. As for receiving knowledge, it was a story. Therefore, in Jin, there were many ambitions in the cold people who sold themselves as slaves, and even if they wanted to learn knowledge, they would have an opportunity to learn knowledge.

In this way, they have no future, and perhaps their juniors may jump out of the poor family.

In this case, the preciousness of military tactics is truly unparalleled. When you are in troubled times, you will be in danger of your life. Many aspiring men are eager to get a military book, longing to be able to gain wealth on the battlefield, and become a marquis of thousands of households!

Just like Wei Ziyang, in his previous life, he was able to obtain the Zhou family's military strategy and achieve the highest level.

When he put the silk book in his sleeve, Uncle Zeng said in a trembling voice: "Gold?"

Feng Wan looked down.

Another clay pot was also opened, and it was a golden piece inside, but it was a solid clay pot of gold leaves.

After Uncle Zeng said two words, he hurriedly covered the cowhide again and pushed the clay pot to Feng Wan.

The third clay pot is still gold leaves.

Seeing that Uncle Zeng was so excited that his hands trembled, Feng Wan ordered: "No one, pour it out and count it."

"yes."

The golden leaves of the two clay pots were placed all over the ground. Uncle Zeng said tremblingly, "Girl, there are 200 pieces in total." After a pause, he said with depression and excitement: "Even if you are in Jin, you can buy three to five hundred fertile fields, right?"

Feng Wanen said, "Buried them back."

"Ah? Yes."

"Uncle, please leave fifty pieces for Zeng Xiu to keep for emergency use."

"yes."

Uncle Zeng is a stable person. After burying the clay pot again, he carefully filled the pit, and then brought a large pile of firewood from the side to cover it. I think that when the firewood decays, the pit is covered with grass again.

After doing this, he brushed off the soil on his body at Feng Wan's instructions and drove out of the courtyard.

As we reached the street, Uncle Zeng was still looking back frequently. He grinned and said, "Girl, we can renovate this yard."

With money, he also has the confidence.

Feng Wan looked back, shook her head, and whispered: "There is no hurry to these."

After walking for a while, Uncle Zeng asked, "Girl, where are we going?"

"Go back."

"yes."

When he returned to the mansion, Feng Wan waved his back, took a roll of blank silk paper, and picked up the Zhou family's military books.

Her fonts are graceful and upright, and she obviously has worked hard. Just this hand is also very eye-catching in this barbaric land.

After copying for three days, Feng Wan copied all the things on the silk book and handed over the original silk book to Uncle Zeng. After asking him to bury it under the camphor tree, Feng Wan left the door.

This time, the one who is the one who controls her husband is Zhao Jun.

The carriage drove straight into the busiest street, and the Yufu asked curiously: "Madam, where are you going?"

Feng Wan whispered: "Go and find Wei Ziyang."

Hearing this, the Yufu grinned and said happily: "I knew that Madam will take action. Madam, you don't know that the Lord of the United States has been hitting walls all these days, and he is so worried that he can't even eat."

He was heartbroken when he was waiting for Feng Wan.

Feng Wan let out a soft gratitude. The voice was very low, and Yufu couldn't hear whether she was anxious.

After a while, the carriage arrived at Wei Ziyang's mansion. The mansion was not big, and it was close to the fifth prince. It seemed that he had cut a corner and re-covered the wall to snatch Wei Ziyang. The wall was very new, and the soil on it was not dry.

Feng Wan jumped out of the carriage and walked straight to the door of the mansion. When she stepped forward at the door, she was blessed and said in a clear voice: "Old friends in Yuancheng, come and meet each other."

Following the order? The portal quickly retreated and said respectfully: "Please."

Feng Wan nodded and said to the servant: "Let's wait."

She stepped into the door.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, she heard a shout. Amid the shouting, a servant praised loudly: "The master of the archery skills are unparalleled!"

"What kind of archery is unparalleled? It's just the power of an ordinary man." The cold and beautiful voice was Wei Ziyang's.

Feng Wan turned around and walked in a straight voice.

After passing through the withered peach blossoms all over the ground, Wei Ziyang shouted in a low voice: "Who?"

Feng Wan stopped and she said in a clear voice: "Old friend of Yuancheng, come to ask for a meeting."

As soon as the voice fell, Wei Ziyang strode towards him.

At this moment, the sun is shining brightly, and the phoenix eyes are flowing. The unparalleled handsome man is walking under the peach tree. Even though the flowers have withered, they still make people feel the brilliance of spring.

As soon as he saw Feng Wan, Wei Ziyang glanced at him, and he sneered: "Madam, good methods! I have clearly told you that no one is allowed to enter whenever you come."

Feng Wan still smiled slightly when she heard his ridicule.

He strode to her.

He rushed until he was only half an arm away from her, and Wei Ziyang suddenly stopped. He stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm.

It was obviously a powerful and powerful attack, like a tiger and wolf. As soon as he held her hand, he gently stroked it.

He lowered his head, blood flowed in his evil eyes, and his charming charm was endless, "Madam is so impatient, can't wait, has it been decided to be my concubine?"

The voice is low and depressing, which makes people's minds sway.

To be honest, Wei Ziyang, the young man, was so beautiful. As he approached her and spoke like this, Feng Wan's iron-like heart suddenly jumped.

Soon, she calmed her heart.

Looking up, she looked at him, looking at him. Almost suddenly, she smiled leisurely.

This smile was extremely beautiful. At this moment, Wei Ziyang even felt that her eyes had a kind of power to absorb people's souls.

When he was stunned, Feng Wan approached him, her lips pressed against his face, and said softly: "I'll blame me. I'll come today, but I'll help you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took a step back and bowed deeply to Wei Ziyang. Feng Wan said with a clear voice: "Lord, my wife has treasures, I wish to worship it to you."

She took out the silk book from her sleeve and handed it over to her respectfully.

Wei Ziyang stared at her and reached out to take it.

After turning it over, his beautiful face was shocked.

He clamped the silk book tightly, his voice became hoarse, "What do you want?"

Feng Wan still bowed like a man, and she said respectfully: "The civilian woman just wants to ask for the protection of her lord?"

"Protection?" Wei Ziyang sneered coldly, "What about your husband?"

Feng Wan said in a clear voice: "He has his own chance and has nothing to do with the civilian women."

"What a man has nothing to do with you." Wei Ziyang stretched out his right hand, pulled Feng Wan heavily, and hugged her in his arms. He lowered his head, his eyes that were always evil and charming rarely became serious. "You woman is very interesting. To be honest, are you willing to be my concubine?"
Chapter completed!