On the east side of Pantai City, near the imperial palace, a huge camp had already been prepared.
The surrounding houses are stretched out, and it is obvious that they were newly built not long ago.
People were coming and going in a hurry, and Fang Zheng saw many blacksmith furnaces wherever he looked.
If as expected, it should be a gathering place for craftsmen.
Fang Zhengyi was still looking around as he asked, "Master, you guys have put up such a big show. I won't give up until I can create it."
"Since you have information about the Imperial Heavenly Artifact, you should also know who made it. Why don't you spend some money to bribe him and invite him over."
Paba said, "Brother Fang, you are joking. Since this item appeared from Dongjiao University, no one should know it better than you. Besides, it is safer and more valuable to find you than to find someone else. From now on, you will be stationed here permanently, and all the craftsmen and materials will be at your disposal."
Fang Zhengyi heaved a sigh of relief with a serious expression.
He had really studied hot air balloons carefully, and he had a good understanding of this early version.
As long as there are enough craftsmen and enough experiments are conducted, it will not take long to make it.
One month is enough.
Fortunately, I know a little bit, otherwise I would lose my life here.
"I understand, but I'm going back to the inn to rest tonight."
"No problem. If you have any orders to convey, just tell the two guards beside you. I will find time to come here to check. His Majesty will also come. Brother Fang, it would be best if you can get some results within a few days. My subordinates reported that the Sky-controlling Object is indeed magical, but its structure is not complicated. Brother Fang, don't try to frame me."
After saying this, Paba took out an envelope from his chest and handed it to Fang Zheng. "One more thing. Considering that you will be staying for too long, please write a letter back to Jingguo first. I have already drafted the letter for you. You can just copy it now. After it is finished, I will find a suitable time to send someone to deliver it to the post station."
Fang Zhengyi took the envelope and sneered as he opened it, "You seem to trust me enough, but how do you know my writing style... F*ck!"
It would be fine if you didn't look at it, but as soon as you looked at it, Fang Zheng's eyes widened.
The first half of the letter drafted by Paba was a formal report, while the second half was very interesting, full of flattery.
This dog imitates me more closely than I do! ?
Seeing Fang Zhengyi remained silent, Paba said with a half-smile, "Brother Fang, I know your human nature very well. I have collected almost all the articles in the Mid-Levels Daily. Whenever you publish an article in it, you always end it by praising the emperor. I think the memorials should be in a similar format. Judging from your performance, I think what I wrote should be correct."
"Stop talking nonsense! Bring me paper and pen!" Fang Zheng said angrily.
Paba clapped his hands with a smile, and his followers immediately presented him with paper and pen.
Fang Zheng found a desk and started copying. Halfway through, he turned around and said, "There's not enough paper. Give me another one."
Papa frowned, "One page is enough, don't play tricks."
Fang Zhengyi silently unfolded the content he had just copied: "See for yourself if one page is enough?"
Seeing the crooked characters on it, Paba's face darkened. He pulled out a knife from the waist of his guard and put it on Fang Zheng's neck. He said angrily, "Brother Fang! I have treated you with great courtesy. Don't be ungrateful. You still dare to play tricks on me at this time?"
"You are a third-rank official, the commander of the Imperial Guards, and you write such nonsense. Do you think I am a fool?!"
Fang Zhengyi looked at Paba with disbelief.
My hands began to tremble unconsciously and my face gradually turned red.
Then he pointed at Paba and said tremblingly: "Bald donkey, you...you can kill me, but you can't insult me!"
Papa stared at him coldly: "Stop pretending, it's boring."
Fang Zheng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the feeling of a heart attack, and said angrily: "This is how I write, believe it or not, or you can just kill me!"
Without giving him time to say anything, Paba snatched the half-written page from him and said gloomily, "You don't need to write the letter yet. Start working with the craftsmen now. When you have figured it out, have someone notify me."
"Brother Fang... take care of yourself, hum!" After saying this, Paba slammed his sleeves and left without looking back.
Fang Zhengyi watched Paba leave the camp with tearful eyes, feeling resentful in his heart.
Paba! Fuck you! After all, I am a college student who has gone through nine years of compulsory education!
It’s just that you can’t write calligraphy. Is it so fucking insulting?
What a shame! Sooner or later, I will take revenge!
After calming down, Fang Zheng looked at the craftsmen who were still busy in the blacksmith's furnace in the distance and started to make plans in his mind.
It didn't take long for him to come up with a plan, and he ordered his attendants, "Gather everyone for me, I need to make arrangements first."
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Inside the inn, Paba sat in the middle of the hall, holding the page of paper that Fang Zhengyi had just written.
I felt something was wrong since I left him just now.
Fang Zhengyi is a smart man, there is no need for him to play tricks on this kind of issue.
But is there really anyone who can write like this?
After much thought, I decided to go to the inn to find someone to check it out, and be cautious first.
After thinking for a while, Papa instructed the guard beside him, "Go upstairs and find a member of the delegation to come down. It doesn't matter who it is."
The guard responded, then quickly went upstairs and pulled someone down.
The envoys who were pulled down were trembling with fear until they saw Pa Ba, and immediately shouted: "Grand Master! You promised Lord Fang not to do it."
Papa said calmly: "Don't worry, I just want to ask you something."
As she spoke, she raised the letter in her hand and waved it in front of him twice, saying, "Let me ask you, whose handwriting is this?"
The member of the delegation said innocently, "What's wrong with Lord Fang's handwriting?"
“….”
Papa waved his hand: "Well, go back and change to the next one!"
The second person answered in the same way.
Paba's expression was a little dull. He looked at the letter in his hand, still feeling a sense of disbelief.
Could it be that... Fang Zheng had planned this long ago?
Until the third person arrived, Ma Cheng sat in front of Paba nervously and asked carefully, "Why did the Imperial Master ask me to come?"
Paba said solemnly: "I will show you a letter and you must tell me who wrote it immediately. If you are wrong, your life will be in danger. Tell the truth."
This Ma Cheng looks like a complete wimp, the kind with extremely poor psychological quality.
If he gives the same answer...there's no way around it.
The letter still passed in front of Ma Cheng's eyes, and Ma Cheng said without hesitation: "It was written by Lord Fang."
Bang!
Papa slapped his face, rubbed it hard twice, and muttered in pain: "Damn it, how can this be!"
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