Chapter 695

[pulse]: what is the anchor drawing? Boat?

The tent was empty except for her. Jiang Pengji took her heart out to answer the audience's questions.

[anchor v]: These are ships, but I don't know much about ships in ancient times, and I don't have enough information about warships for reference.

Jiang Pengji has read a lot. She has read almost all kinds of miscellaneous books, including many descriptions of ships.

She picked out these contents one by one, then converted the words into patterns and painted them on paper.

However, there is a big difference between the imaginary warship and the actual warship.

[anchor v]: a strong navy needs not only elite sailors, but also indestructible warships. According to my understanding, the current shipbuilding technology is still quite backward. Most of them are civilian fishing boats, which can only walk in the river or shallow water. As for war... This small ship is of little use. Military warships should still be built, otherwise the Navy will not be complete.

Jiang Pengji entrusted Qi Kuang with the task of training sailors, and the warship problem still needs to be solved by herself.

[Jiang Pengji] build a ship only by imagination? I feel like I'll roll over! Why don't you get a reference?

Jiang Pengji's eyes flickered slightly... Get a reference?

That's a good idea.

The next day, Jiang Pengji called Fengzhen.

"You've turned Qi Kuang around, so you don't bother the two masters. If you're tired again, dig a shipbuilder for me."

Feng was speechless, and the residual drowsiness ran away.

Jiang Pengji said angrily, "if there is no warship, can it be regarded as a navy?"

Feng really feels that his Lord is kethe. Is it so easy to find a master builder?

Jiang Pengji stepped back. "If you can't find a master builder, you can dig me a warship."

Feng Zhen smiled bitterly, and his eyebrows were almost tied.

Lord, this is deliberately making fun of him.

Let alone dig a warship. He is so small that he can't even dig the oars of the warship.

He laughed bitterly at himself. "If the Lord wants a warship, just tie me up and throw me into the river and give it to the river god. Maybe he can change it."

"Come on, I'm afraid the river god will complain that you robbed someone's daughter-in-law and complain to me. It's too little meat to throw you down and even feed fish."

Jiang Pengji endured a smile and "reluctantly" spared Guo Fengzhen.

"Forget it, I'll let you go for the time being. Anyway, it's not urgent yet. The warship can be put aside for the time being."

Feng Zhen smiled and bowed, as if begging for mercy. "Thank you, Lord, for raising your hand."

[fermented cat dumpling]: brothers and sisters, now it's our turn to play. Look at us, anchor. We are your thick shield.

[glasses circle]: Du Niang and Gu dad are in hand. Not to mention a master of shipbuilding, even a master of shipbuilding has to kneel down and sing conquest.

[last night's stars]: Although we can be the intermediary media to help the anchor check the data, there is no way to transfer the patterns in the live studio. We can only rely on the text description, which is more painful. Otherwise, anchor, you think of a way to get a warship, and then we can make changes on the basis of this warship? This should be more appropriate... Where can I buy the warship?

Leng Yang: I remember there are wooden shipyards in China. I've read the news before. I wonder if there is any clue from the informed God? I immediately took out my pocket and flew over. The shipbuilding teacher's father should be regarded as a master of shipbuilding in the era of anchor. Even if it's not a warship, it always has something in common. If you have news, you can poke me backstage. Thank you.

Jiang Pengji had just finished repairing Fengzhen. At a glance, she saw these bullet screens. Her chest was warm and funny.

Feng Zhen didn't know why. He thought it was evil fun, Lord.

Bullying him, really so happy?

Before he asked, the voice of the messenger came from outside the account.

"Lord, there are messengers outside the tent."

"Let someone in."

After a while, after hearing the sound, a corner of the tent was opened and a small soldier in armor came in.

"By the order of my Lord, I pay a visit to magistrate Liu."

"Oh? Who is your Lord?"

"Xu Pei, governor of Zhejiang county, is my Lord."

With that, the soldier handed an invitation with both hands.

When Feng Zhen saw him, he quickly got up, took the letter and forwarded it to Jiang Pengji.

Jiang Pengji took it and found that the invitation was very weighty. She didn't feel like an ordinary bamboo slip.

It is not only made of exquisite materials and exquisite workmanship, but also fumigated with precious spices. It has a long-standing fragrance. The aroma is pungent.

Make complaints about live audience. This is probably the so-called petty bourgeoisie.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand and unfolded the volume of small and exquisite bamboo slips. She read the contents carefully and looked at the signature. Xu Pei, Zhejiang county.

The other party invited her and Liu she to attend the League tomorrow. They spoke respectfully, so that life would not feel bad.

"Go back and tell your Lord that tomorrow's meeting will be held, and my father and I will arrive on time."

Jiang Pengji lowered her eyelids and set aside the bamboo slips with incense.

Instead of retreating, the soldier hesitated for a moment and thought about his purpose.

"My lord admires Liu county magistrate for his youth and bravery. He specially hosted a banquet in the camp. I wonder if the county magistrate would like to go?"

Jiang Pengji was as smart as she was. She couldn't see the purpose of Xu Pei's Secret canvassing.

Although their father and son play soy sauce, they don't have many troops, but they have a heavy weight.

As long as we draw them away, Xu Pei's chips will be guaranteed.

She smiled and said, "brother Xu specially hosted a banquet. Why don't you go? It's my honor. Go back and tell your Lord first. I'll go to the banquet after bathing and dressing. Otherwise, I'll lose etiquette in the past..."

After hearing this, the soldier looked happy and bowed down.

As soon as Fengzhen heard that there was a banquet, his eyes were shining, as if his brain had filled something, and his Adam's apple was creeping fast.

Jiang Pengji poured a basin of cold water on him.

"Don't think about it. It's not your share."

Feng Zhen's expression was frozen, with an unspeakable sense of distortion.

The audience couldn't help laughing and gave Fengzhen psychological activities.

[keep yourself clean, fengzishi]: Lord, if you bully people like this, they will not be able to rely on you——

[ugly as salt free Li Hanmei]: whining - Lord, you are bad, bullying people's families, beating your little chest, whining.

The painting style of the whole live studio suddenly changed. Ghosts and Demons danced in disorder. Jiang Pengji almost thought she was having a nightmare.

Feng Zhen said, "who are you taking, Lord?"

"Jing Rong." Jiang Pengji said, "he's busy with the camp these two days. He's tired. He doesn't eat free banquet."

Feng really knows that he has no chance.

But——

"Don't forget, Lord. Come back and bring me a bottle of wine."

I haven't touched any wine these days. The wine bugs in my stomach are going to make a scene, but I'm greedy for Fengzhen.

Jiang Pengji responded angrily and funny.

"I can't live without your share. Look at you."