Chapter 504 Unexpected Disaster
People who understand technology admire technology masters the most.
Jiang Qingzhi handed the blueprint to Feng Yuan, and squatted beside him, watching Feng Yuan analyze each component step by step, analyzing the function of this component and whether there is room for improvement...
Once a person loves something, he will never tire of it, and will be happy to endure any hardship or fatigue. This was the case with Feng Yuan, who never got up after sitting down, and even ignored Jiang Qingzhi beside him.
If a person has something he loves, no matter what it is, his life will be more successful and happier than most people in the world.
Jiang Qingzhi was somewhat envious of Feng Yuan's love for firearms, but he looked at them for a long time and felt restless.
Early in the morning of the next day, Jiang Qingzhi got up early.
"I'm going out of town today. Something happened at home, so they asked them to go to the construction site outside the city to find me."
Jiang Qingzhi said as he got dressed.
"Oh!" Li Tian responded, looking a little dazed, with unfocused eyes and everything he saw was scattered, as if he would fall down at any time.
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "Sleep a little longer!"
puff!
Li Tian fell down, and she muttered, "Other families have maids helping them dress, but you always dress yourself..."
"got used to."
Jiang Qingzhi was really not used to others helping him put on his clothes. He felt uncomfortable when others helped him put on his clothes. Of course, if it was his wife, it would be another matter.
He felt that he was somewhat wary of this world, inexplicably wary.
"Master, wake up!"
Sun Chonglou's vigorous shout opened the day in Xin'an Lane.
Roosters crowed, dogs barked, children cried, and adults stamped their feet and yelled in order to compete for a spot in the pit...
As smoke slowly rose above the houses on both sides of the alley, the noise gradually faded away. Under a thin layer of mist, each household was preparing breakfast, waiting to start a new day.
No matter what a person does, if you repeat it countless times and refuse to give up no matter how painful the process is, then congratulations, you have a tenacious character, and you will definitely achieve great success whenever you find something you love.
During breakfast, King Jing, who came to eat for free, mentioned his morning jogging. He said that he felt a little disgusted but could stick to it.
"Perseverance is one thing, and disgust is another." Jiang Qingzhi took a bite of a big meat bun, his mouth full of oil. "When you hate something, even if you can persist in doing it, believe me, the effect will be poor, it's better not to do it."
"But my health is much better than before." King Jing felt that he gained a lot from morning jogging.
“All diseases originate from the mind.” Jiang Qingzhi took a sip of the sweet and thick soy milk, followed by a big meat bun, which was sweet, salty and greasy. Wow!
Jiang Qingzhi swallowed the buns with great concentration, and felt that this morning was truly perfect. "You went for a morning run with disgust, aversion, and dislike, and your body gained a lot, but those negative emotions will have a long-term impact on your body and mind. Over time, they may even outweigh the benefits of your morning run..."
"Is it what your heart desires?" King Jing seemed to be thinking about it.
"The stone will be broken by the metal." Prince Yu said, "That is to say, it is best to love what you do."
"Only passion can resist the boredom brought by the long years." Jiang Qingzhi said, "Only passion can bring concentration, and concentration brings improvement. Dislike will only bring wholehearted resistance. And this kind of resistance is the source of all diseases.
So, unless you have to, don’t force yourself to do anything. Even if you have to do it, you have to adjust your mood and try to like it. "
"I'll take your advice!" The two princes seemed to have gained a lot and stood up respectfully to salute.
"Eat!" Jiang Qingzhi pressed his hands and took another big meat bun. Fu Cheng coughed dryly and said, "Uncle, it's more than enough."
In the past, Jiang Qingzhi would only eat one bun at most, but today he took the second one.
People with weak bodies usually have bad spleen and stomach. The spleen and stomach are the foundation of acquired constitution. If the spleen and stomach are weak, everything will be weak...
Jiang Qingzhi said: "Today is probably a good day. If you are in a good mood, your appetite will be good and everything you eat will be delicious."
He burped as he walked out of the house. The fog outside was getting thicker.
The fog was surging in the alley, as if countless people were stirring inside.
Visibility is less than thirty meters.
Jiang Qingzhi slowed down his horse, left the alley, and entered the avenue. Perhaps because of the wind, visibility improved slightly.
Not far away, I saw two carriages collided with each other, the carriages were in disarray, and two men were spraying at each other.
Jiang Qingzhi saw Yan Song and his son. Yan Song was quite old, so it would be better for him to ride in a carriage. But the Taoist priest did not like his subjects to ride in sedan chairs, so even in the coldest days of winter, Old Yan still rode a horse.
"Prime Minister." Jiang Qingzhi laughed and felt that Old Yan's spirit was commendable.
"Chang Wei Bo!" Yan Song reined in his horse. The car accident scene was right in front of him, and several guards were attracted.
"Is Chang Wei Bo going to leave the city?" Yan Song asked.
"Yes, let's go to the construction site outside the city. By the way, I heard that some people in the Hanlin Academy are ready to make a move, saying that they want to kill Zhang Juzheng. What does the Prime Minister think?"
Yan Shifan said: "That is a personal grudge, and Zhilu cannot interfere."
Jiang Qingzhi looked at him with a half-smile, "Personal grudge?"
Yan Shifan felt uneasy when he was stared at. He suddenly remembered this guy's "glorious past". If the scholars in the Hanlin Academy angered this guy, both sides would fight...
What happened today is the fault of Yan Shifan.
"Haha!" Yan Shifan laughed, "How dare those people offend Chang Wei Bo? They are just complaining."
Seeing Jiang Qingzhi sigh, he actually felt quite regretful and couldn't help but curse inwardly, "This guy actually wants to do something."
Yan Shifan was a person who would not suffer any loss. He rolled his eyes and said, "I heard something recently. Someone said they wanted to kill Chang Wei Bo."
"Really?" Jiang Qingzhi said with a smile, "There are many people who want to kill me. But there are also many who want to kill Yuan Fu and his son!"
Yan Song said calmly: "A minister in power naturally cannot please everyone."
Yan Shifan said: "No one has dared to take action in all these years, but Chang Wei Bo has experienced several assassination attempts, so be careful."
For Yan Song and his son, the current situation is the best ever... Jiang Qingzhi is fighting the Confucians in the front, and most of the people who used to keep an eye on them now turn to Jiang Qingzhi.
The environment is unprecedentedly good!
Therefore, even Yan Shifan, who was secretly hostile to Jiang Qingzhi, still hoped that Jiang Qingzhi could hold on, at least for a while longer.
The two men who were arguing in front actually started fighting.
There was a crackling sound of fists swinging around.
Yan Song nodded to Jiang Qingzhi and said, "Chang Wei Bo, you must be careful from now on."
——Don’t die too early!
Just as Jiang Qingzhi was about to speak, he heard the sound of a long sword being unsheathed.
"Protect my uncle!" Mo Zhan drew his sword and stood in front of Jiang Qingzhi.
At the same time, Jiang Qingzhi saw a figure suddenly rushing out from the front right.
The man was dressed in white, holding a sword in his hand. He rushed over in a few steps, stomped his foot on the collapsed carriage, and flew into the air, with the tip of his sword trembling...
"Serious thief!"
Yan Song's guards woke up from their dreams at the loud shouts.
"Protect the Prime Minister!"
One of the guards hastily drew his sword, but before he could make a move, the sword pierced a hole in his neck.
Before the guard fell, the assassin had already approached Yan Song.
Old Yan looked like he was frightened... He had never experienced an assassination attempt before and was really confused.
"father!"
After all, Yan Shifan was young and quick-witted. With one sudden pounce, he knocked Yan Song off his horse.
The father and son fell off their horses, and the assassin jumped over the empty horse. After landing, he swung his sword with a backhand, as fast as lightning.
Yan Shifan hugged Yan Song, exposing his back to the sword.
Jiang Qingzhi, who was surrounded in the middle, pointed at Yan Song and his son. Sun Chonglou roared and prepared to rush over.
The assassin suddenly flipped in the air, and after landing, he stabbed the guard who rushed over with a sword, and then stabbed Yan Song who had just stood up with the long sword.
Yan Shifan stood in front without hesitation.
The long sword stabbed like lightning.
"You bastard!" Right in the middle of the avenue in front of the left, a general was holding a longbow, drawing the bow and drawing an arrow.
Amidst the roar, an arrow came flying.
The sound of the bowstring is still in my ears, and the arrow is right in front of me.
The assassin ducked to avoid the attack, but Yan Song was trying to push Yan Shifan to the side, and the sword went from Yan Shifan's chest to his shoulder.
There was a flash of blood, and the sound of horse hooves came like thunder.
Suddenly, someone from the side threw something towards the direction where the sound of horse hooves came from, followed by the sound of a war horse neighing and a heavy object falling.
"Go!" someone shouted in the fog.
The assassin rushed into the fog without hesitation. The fog surged a few times and then subsided.
The flag officer drew his bow and arrow again, but could not find the target.
War horses broke through the fog and more than a dozen cavalrymen appeared.
Two guards died at the scene, and Yan Song and his son lay together, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.
The leading general dismounted and asked in a trembling voice, "Who's next?"
Yan Song's remaining two guards rushed over and helped Yan Shifan up.
Yan Song looked quite embarrassed. He ignored his manners and shouted in a hoarse voice, "East Tower!"
Yan Shifan lowered his head, his hands were slack, and his clothes on his chest and shoulders were stained with blood, which was still spreading...
Jiang Qingzhi was also a little confused. He thought the assassin was coming for him, but the assassin didn't even look at him from beginning to end.
Who did Lao Yan offend?
Is Yan Shifan going to die?
Once Yan Shifan died, the countdown to the resignation of Old Yan, who had lost his son's support, began.
Without the restraint of Yan Song and his son, Jiang Qingzhi and the Mohist school would be in a more difficult situation.
"East Tower!" Yan Song's eyes were filled with grief. A guard reached out to feel Yan Shifan's breath, then felt his pulse, and said happily, "The young minister is not dead."
"Go to Xiyuan quickly!"
More than ten riders escorted Yan Song and his son to the Western Garden.
At the construction site outside the city, Wang Er was laying bricks. According to Jiang Qingzhi's arrangement, those recruited laborers who were diligent and eager to learn would be allowed to learn from the craftsmen.
"Wang Er."
The sun gradually dispelled the fog. A peasant said to Wang Er with envy: "You are so lucky to be able to learn this. If you learn it well, you will have a living in this life."
Anyone who has a skill will never starve to death... This is a saying passed down from generation to generation.
Wang Er said: "It's all thanks to my uncle!"
He remembered all of this clearly, and when he saw Jiang Qingzhi approaching surrounded by people, he subconsciously lowered his head.
Neither fear nor respect.
It's respect from the heart.
Jiang Qingzhi inspected the construction site and was not very satisfied with the progress.
"Don't worry, sir. The laborers learn quickly and the progress will be faster and faster." Guo Xing vowed.
"Uncle!"
The home guards arrived.
"What's the matter?"
The guard dismounted and approached, whispering, "It is unknown whether Yan Shifan is alive or dead. Some people say that it was done by the Earl."
Jiang Qingzhi was stunned for a long time, and the curses echoed in the construction site.
"Who is slandering me?"
(End of this chapter)
