Compared with Qianji Pavilion, Fenjin Villa is mostly responsible for more mature weapon smelting, from ore mining to final hiding in the sheath, and it is a self-contained system.
Meng Liangjun had just lit up the blast furnace. Looking back at the workshop door, he saw a thin figure wearing dragon scale armor walking over, carrying a bundle of fine cotton in his hand.
"What can I ask the Lord about?"
"I want you to carve a talisman pattern." Chen Tian handed the thing in his hand to him, "You should have seen the three-headed dragon, right?"
"I've seen it before. The emblem of the Zhao family in Linjiang City is this thing." Meng Liangjun had a premonition in his heart. He unwrapped the fine cotton cloth and saw that it was really a three-pointed two-edged sword. "Is this Zhao Pingshan's weapon?"
"That's right. How long does it take to carve a picture of three-headed dragons?"
Hearing this, Meng Liangjun was stunned, not because it was difficult to carve rune patterns, but because Zhao Pingshan was the commander of the Xuanjia Anvil Battalion, and he was indistinguishable from him in the last battle at Muye.
The deity even used his own strength to kill his spirit with his sword, which was regarded as a great enmity.
Now the deity has used Zhao Pingshan's weapon to carve the three-headed dragon of Wuhun. What is his intention? Do you want to humiliate him during the battle in front of the battle?
Before Meng Liangjun had time to ask, what Chen Tian said shocked him so much that he couldn't believe his ears.
"……What?"
"The god is going to repair the three-pointed two-edged sword like new and give it back to Zhao Pingshan?"
"Okay, please tell me how long it will take." Chen Tian smiled, without explaining, twirling his fingers to materialize a cluster of Samadhi True Fire and throwing it into the furnace, urging, "If it's too late, I won't be able to keep up with the advance march."
"It's very fast! I dare you to ask the god to wait a moment!" Meng Liangjun was very sensible and did not go into details.
Fenjin Villa has developed extremely rapidly thanks to Chentian's massive investment and the vigorous procurement of weapons by the Yongtai Army and the Nanxiang Army.
In the past, for Burning Gold Villa, carving a martial soul rune pattern was considered a unique skill for the inner disciples, but now it has become a required course for everyone, and the rune rune technology has even been popularized among the people, greatly improving work efficiency.
The ice talisman, the whistling wind talisman, and the clear radiance talisman change the fresh food transportation line, the water transportation ship line, and the civil construction line in turn.
Of course, the rise of these talisman patterns is not only the result of the technical exchanges between Gong Cheng, but also the great increase in the output of Zhangju. After all, the talisman patterns are ultimately a small formation that still needs to be driven by spiritual power.
Although the jade seeds produced by Zhangju are not as good as the lowest quality jade spiritual stones, their low cost just meets daily needs and quickly spawned a large number of folk talisman masters.
If the space glyphs were not too mysterious and difficult to penetrate, the material living standards of the common people in Yongtai City would surely reach a higher level, and would be the best in the world.
Meng Liangjun's craftsmanship is very exquisite. While reporting the current situation of Fenjin Villa to Chentian, he was very good at carving three dragons in just half a stick of incense.
"Isn't the Wangcang Soldier's project very huge?" Chen Tian took the three-pointed two-edged sword and asked doubtfully, "Why can the Burning Gold Villa and Qianji Pavilion be moved to Xieyue Valley and still be cast here?"
"Haha, the Lord God doesn't know something." Meng Liangjun wiped his sweat with his sleeves and smiled while stroking his palms.
"A total of more than 200,000 Yin's coalition troops were killed in the Battle of Makino, and the weapons left behind were piled up like mountains. Not only did it save time in smelting raw materials for the Wangcang soldiers, but the murderous intent contained in them doubled their power!"
"You did a good job on this matter. I will remember you for your great contribution." Chen Tian patted him on the shoulder.
"Thank you, God!"
After bidding farewell to Meng Liangjun and walking out of the bustling Fenjin Villa, Chen Tian got on his horse and caught up with the Yongzi camp who had already marched to the hinterland of Makino before the morning bell rang.
The morning fog is pleasant.
The grass spider's gossamer threads drifted erratically in the river breeze.
More than a dozen riveted iron boxes weighed down the ground, reflecting deep ruts, extending all the way to the Xuanjia Anvil Camp. These were the two thousand pieces of silver promised to General Zhao Hongying yesterday.
Of course, Chen Tian borrowed the name of 70,000 refugees, and also donated 8,000 taels of silver to complete the round number, ready to hand it over to Zhao Hongying.
In fact, ten thousand taels of silver is not too much, but it is certainly not too little. Giving it to Zhao Hongying, who is a general, is enough to express his feelings.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
"It's such a pity that all the money was given to the enemy." Fan Changxiang patted his horse and walked side by side with Chen Tian, his face full of reluctance, "Sir, is Anvil Camp really worth our investment?"
Chen Tian has always been generous with his actions, but Fan Changxiang knew that he was only doing this to his own people, but this was the first time Fan Changxiang had seen him do this to his enemies.
"I dare to ask God, if there is any plan, you might as well tell the general." Fan Changxiang banged his chest and promised, "The general will definitely not leak the secret!"
"Really want to hear it?"
"yes!"
"Let's talk about it later."
"Uh--" Fan Changxiang was stunned. He scratched the back of his head and couldn't speak for a long time. He was obviously a little confused.
Seeing how silly he was, Lan Lan burst into laughter, which instantly caused everyone around to burst into laughter, and the morning fog suddenly dispersed.
"You two don't know how to ride a horse?" Chen Tian saw Lan Lan and Chi Zhu walking beside him, and he easily picked them up on the horse's back, while he held the reins and walked along the roadside.
Fan Changxiang also got off his horse and said as he walked: "When we recruited the refugees two days ago, the surprise that the Lord God mentioned was already found."
"Oh? Please elaborate."
"The Lord doesn't actually know what a surprise is?" Fan Changxiang was surprised.
Chentian smiled: "Actually, I only know that there must be problems with the 70,000 refugees. As for the details, how could I guess?"
"That's it." Fan Changxiang nodded and added, "There are many spies among the 70,000 refugees. As soon as they arrived at Wubao, of course they broke into the military camp to find out, but they were all caught by secret sentries."
"After interrogation, the Governor has threatened his family wealth. If useful information is found, the Governor will return it all and record it as a military merit."
"No wonder this spy is full of loopholes." Chen Tian sneered, "The Governor is good at business without capital."
Fan Changxiang agreed and sighed: "On the surface, the Cangxi Yin family is from a well-known and upright family, but secretly it does a lot of dirty tricks. It's so mean. What kind of hero is it to bully ordinary people?"
Chen Tian remained calm and asked again: "Besides the spy, what other surprises are there?"
"The 70,000 refugees are all farmers near the Makino tidal flat. They are familiar with the terrain. They say there is a swamp in the northwest. Before the villagers drove them away, many people sank their property into it, and the number was considerable."
The so-called spies are actually a group of desperate people. How can they do a good job of spying without being brutally trained?
The governor's move was nothing more than an attempt to distract the refugees from their eagerness to return home, in order to cause chaos inside Wubao.
Chentian felt that it was chaotic but not chaotic.
On the contrary, I was a little disgusted by what the governor did.
As long as the governor treats the nearby civilians better and commits fewer killings, every move of Makino Wubao will be noticed by the majority of farmers. Wouldn't it be more effective than forcing him to be a spy?
However, the Governor's Hall, who was born in the Yin family of the Northern Territory, was destined to be unable to pay attention to the bottom class, and this all-pervasive intelligence network was destined to be unable to be implemented.
However, Chen Tian found a bargain and drew an extremely detailed topographic map of Makino based on the oral accounts of 70,000 refugees.
Northwest swamp?
Deeply trapped in the bullshit? Chentian noticed the key information and subconsciously kept it in mind, keeping it as a backup plan in case of emergency.