When Chen Liang heard Li Chen's words, he felt nervous. He looked at Zhang Ping'an and was about to advise him based on Zhang Ping'an's performance.

After hearing Li Chen's words, Zhang Ping'an sat back on the chair with a depressed smile and said, "I! That's what I said. These literati are a little bit silly, and they are still very attentive in their work. During this period, they have made contributions to measuring and allocating land and distributing grain to prepare for farming."

After hearing Zhang Ping'an's complaints, Chen Liang and Long Tao felt relieved, looked at each other and smiled knowingly. They knew that Zhang Ping'an had to make requirements again.

Sure enough, Zhang Ping'an stood up, pointed at the southeast of Ponu City with a teaching stick and said, "Long Xiucai, you send civilians and craftsmen to build a military camp here. I will then give you the silver to the planning book. However, this place will become a military restricted area. Because the things I made are very toxic. If people smell it, they will surely die."

Long Tao was a little worried: "Master! Why do you have to do such a dangerous thing yourself!"

Zhang Ping'an smiled bitterly: "Do you think I want it! Isn't the only one who can do it?"

Zhang Ping'an smiled sinisterly and said to everyone: "The thing I made was based on the last Guangning Battle. The power of lime powder was too small to make the Jurchen Tartars completely defeated. The thing I made this time should be enough. I will let the Jurchen Tartars, and when they see me in the Slave Army, they will take a detour!"

When everyone heard this, they shivered at the same time. They knew that Zhang Ping'an had bad ideas again. It was just that these bad ideas were beneficial to the Po Slave Army.

Zhang Ping'an said to Zhang Li: "Brother Li! I have the conditions to bring Yang Erhua back!"

Zhang Li shivered again and said, "Boss! Don't call me that! I listened to the terrible panic. What instructions did your boss have? Even if you say, I will do it!"

Zhang Ping'an smiled wickedly and said, "I want to give the eldest sister of the Yang family an iron whip. What do you think?"

Zhang Li opened his mouth wide and before he could speak, Hu Ming laughed gloatingly. Zhang Li first glanced at Hu Ming fiercely, and secretly despised him: Why is this person like this!

He begged with a bitter face: "Boss, there's no need! I must be nice to her!"

Zhang Ping'an said seriously: "I have a purpose. You all know that before we left here, I set a rule, that is, not to put shit in a big jar! The eldest sister of the Yang family strictly enforced my rules after we left. This is a privilege to her! Because your department and Xu Liang's department are closest to my newly built camp. How to do this, just listen to her! This is a big thing, don't be careless! Do you understand!"

Zhang Li now knew what Zhang Ping'an wanted, so he immediately stood up with Xu Liang to receive the order.

After Zhang Ping'an finished speaking, he suddenly fell silent and began to stare at the map. Fortunately, everyone in the room knew Zhang Ping'an's habits. Their coach must be thinking about things again.

After a long time, Zhang Ping'an stared at the map with his eyes and asked: "Jurchen Tartars, what gift did he give me!"

This sentence of no beginning and ending made everyone in the house stunned. Chen Liang reacted and quickly reported: "One thousand marten skin, one thousand pounds of wild ginseng, five tiger skin, nineteen bear skins; one thousand taels of gold, two thousand taels of silver; three dou of East Pearl."

Zhang Ping'an turned around, took out two pairs of lamb leather shoes from the box, and signaled to Chen Liang and Long Tao: "You can try wearing them, will they fit together!"

Both Chen Liang and Long Tao knew Zhang Ping'an's character, so they were not polite. They immediately changed into new leather shoes given by Zhang Ping'an. After putting them on, they took a few more steps. Long Tao raised his thumb: "Master, these leather boots are very comfortable, but the soles are different from what we usually wear!"

Chen Liang thought to himself: "Master, is this the gift you want to give out!"

Zhang Ping'an gave a thumbs up: "Mr. Chen is indeed a talented person! I am going to give the gifts of the Jurchen Tartars, including silver and wood grids on the grassland mirror, as gifts for Lin Danhan! I guess Huang Taiji might be able to persuade Lin Danhan. I do this to paralyze him and make him arrogant. Only for the arrogant people can we have a chance to defeat him."

Zhang Ping'an glanced at the jealous eyes of others. Then he said, "The highlight of this leather boot is the sole. This is more than 50 children in my Golden Wolf Camp. Each of them did more than 600 experiments according to the experimental requirements I set. It was made of the remaining coal tar that my uncle Tong cooked and mixed with rosin. The cowhide sole we are wearing now is particularly slippery on the ice. This sole, which I call vinyl, has a small soft iron plate and is pressed onto it. It is not only anti-slip but also waterproof."

Zhang Ping'an discussed with Chen Liang: "I guess it will be energy production next month. Mr. Chen, you have to find me one thousand to two thousand craftsmen to make leather boots. One of the disadvantages of these leather boots is that they cannot cross the Yangtze River. The weather is too hot and the soles will melt after a long time!"

Zhang Ping'an said to the old brothers again, "Don't envy you either. After mass production next month, the first batch will be matched with you. I made a double pair, and I didn't even have it myself!"

Zhang Ping'an waved his hand: "There are also military affairs about artillery and muskets. I want to talk about it. We now have 600 artillery soldiers, which are organized in my personal military camp. But artillery is too heavy and is not suitable for field battles, so we can only use it to defend the city. Don't count on it."

Seeing everyone's disappointed expressions, Zhang Ping'an smiled: "We have other ways to make up for it! Sometimes, the things of our ancestors can be used well and can be of great use!"

Zhang Ping'an took out a drawing from the box and asked Gu Xin to hang it on the wall. Then he pointed with the instruction stick: "At this time, we will not shoot crossbows. I will launch this after partial transformation!"

Zhang Ping'an took out a large pottery * and explained: "When I was studying hemp armor, I found that this wild hemp is soaked in tung oil, and its flexibility is several times greater than that of beef tendons. Ancient and new hanging piece of white paper!"

After Guxin hung the white paper, Zhang Ping'an picked up a charcoal pen and drew the side figure of the bed crossbow on the paper, and then explained: "When the shooting angle of the bed crossbow is twenty-five degrees, the shooting range can reach 200 feet under the wind! There is a rotatable vertical axis in the middle of the bed crossbow. The shooting angle can be adjusted left and right."

Zhang Ping'an looked up at the old brothers and found that most of them had a look of slight understanding. So he sighed: "Brothers! You don't understand. Now you know that it's terrible to be uneducated!"

Zhang Ping'an said in sternly: "Why can I plot against the Jurchens and Tartars again and again? I am more educated than them! Especially my Uncle Hei, teach me to identify the weather. It would be great that my Uncle Hei was not dead! Otherwise, I would not have suffered such a big loss when I fought with Duoyan last time!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Ping'an was a little declining. Chen Pie interrupted and persuaded: "Please rest assured, Da Zheng! We will definitely work hard. Regarding the knowledge of angles, I think the staff sent by Da Zheng have learned all the staff members, and we will ask them for advice!"

Zhang Ping'an nodded with satisfaction when he heard Ru Deyin muttering. Zhang Ping'an asked Ru Deyin: "Get Yin, say something if you have something to say. Don't mumble!"

Lu Deyin asked him: "Brother, the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty are more educated than you! Then why can't they beat the Jurchens?"

Zhang Ping'an immediately despised: "These literati are better than me writing poems and lyrics! But when it comes to investigating things, they will definitely not be able to compare to me. No, maybe one is better than me!"

Seeing everyone's longing eyes, Zhang Ping'an smiled and said, "I heard that there was a man named Song Yingxing in the Ming Dynasty who was obsessed with studying things. He may be better than me!"

Everyone in the house knew that Zhang Ping'an went to the capital and sent a detailed work that Zhang Ping'an called an intelligence officer. Zhang Ping'an must have known a lot about the movements of the court.
Chapter completed!