The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 41

The night is like a tide driving away the last rays of the setting sun, and the cold moonlight hangs on the branches. In the small courtyard, the oil lamp stands on the stove and shakes slightly.

"Aunt Li's tea stand is doing very well today. Several passing merchants came to her place to have a rest. They looked at Widow Zhang anxiously, and they didn't know how to be ashamed. They threw fox eyes at passers-by and didn't mention you."

Wang Jinqiu kicked the fox who came over to lie at her feet, and talked about interesting things outside with the old man Geng who was sipping a small wine. Geng Qing silently pawed at the rice grains, and didn't ask him what happened.

Over there, Geng Qing put down the bowl and chopsticks and smiled at his parents: "Father and mother, I've finished eating, and I have some official documents to go back to my room."

Immediately, he got up and put the bowls and chopsticks on the stove, went out of the yard and walked straight to the room that belonged to him, took the fire folder on the table and blew out the sparks to remove the wick under the moonlight, the faint blue flame gradually lit up, and the thatched shed Wang Jinqiu, who was looking at his son's room, moved closer to her husband.

"I usually have a smile on my face, but today I look dull."

The old man Geng nodded, "I'm afraid I'm pretending to be troubled."

"It's like this when you come back. It must be the official business of the yamen, and we can't help you."

The woman looked at the slowly closing door and sighed.

Passing through the small courtyard, in the window lattice illuminated by the dim light, Geng Qing had sharpened the ink, found a blank piece of paper from a pile of waste paper for practicing pens, and put it on the table. Ticked out the names of two people—Gao Jun and Gao Sheng.

"It's just like blackmailing those rascals. If you get entangled, you can keep asking for it. Finally, there is someone who can give the villagers another way to live. How can you get entangled?"

He looked at the names of the two people on the paper, and rubbed the penholder between his index finger and thumb back and forth.

"We have to find a way to solve this matter. No amount of benefit is enough for greedy people. The only way is to be like Liu Mang."

Analyzing information is one of Geng Qing's long-established skills. When he thought of marking it up naturally, the paper rustled lightly, and the tip of the pen wrote the strength that the two of them could see with their eyes.

One is strong in martial arts, and the other is surrounded by either soldiers or gangs. Together, there are probably more than a thousand people, and their forces cover the entire Feihu County.

"And here I am"

Geng Qing looked down, and there was a blank space next to his name, "Hiss, I seem to be the only one."

Compared with dealing with that dead ghost Liu Mang, the difficulty is not high. If you really want to fight head-on, if you pull people from the surrounding villages up, you will die in vain.

Maybe someone else can help.

Tang Baoer. Those Assassins
An Jingsi also seems to be dissatisfied with County Captain Gao, and County Magistrate Chen may be half
Outside, the red fox opened the door and jumped in, jumped to the young man's legs curled up and yawned, closed his eyes and dozed off, Geng Qing added the three people to his name, comparing his eyes back and forth, a little bit of capital for confrontation, but On the bright side, you still can't force it.

Outside the window, the night is hazy, the clear moon fades into the clouds, the warm yellow light reflects some fair faces frowning and thinking, looking at the old trees with swaying branches and leaves in the courtyard, the rustling sound and the old man Geng's snoring blend into the night.

Geng Qing caressed the soft fur curled up on his legs, and sat under the light thinking for a long time. When the outline of a scene gradually revealed, he took the brush again and found another piece of white paper to outline the scattered and strange Graphics, six-hole runners, handles, curved iron hooks, etc.

'I still have to get some security, life-saving is the most important thing, but I don't know if it will work'

'Always try'

'There is also martial arts, it is always possible to scare people. '

The shadow of the figure who was immersed in writing and editing under the light was projected on the window lattice. After a long time, Geng Qing blew out the oil lamp, threw the fox away, folded his clothes and lay down on the couch, and fell asleep in a daze.

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The sky was getting brighter, cocks were crowing and dogs were barking, and the village gradually became louder. Wang Jinqiu lit the pot and stove, and called to the door diagonally opposite Geng Qing to get up and go out.

The young man who slept late was wrapped in a new quilt and pinched himself hard before slipping out of the quilt, straightened his crumpled robes, went out and poured a handful of cold water on his face, and he became sober all of a sudden. After breakfast, I went back to the house and sorted out the things I drew last night, and walked out of the yard quickly with my hands in my hands.

Outside, Geng Dachun was sitting on the chariot playing with the whip, he had been waiting for a long time, when the figure who came out got on the cart, he slapped the donkey's buttocks with a whip, and shouted: "Drive!"

The donkey tilted its head and let out a sigh of relief, raised its hooves and walked slowly, pulling the carriage along the mountain road in the clear sky, and rushed all the way to the county seat. Geng Qing gave the things to Dachun for the time being, and took out two The drawing with a knife asked him to ask blacksmith Wang to help him make it. He turned his head and went to Dianmao, the county government office, to deal with business. Unfortunately, he didn't meet An Jingsi. He was on shift in the afternoon. When he was free, he went to the pharmacy and asked some questions. Sulfur and saltpeter are also traditional Chinese medicines, and it is not difficult to buy some.

'But whether that thing can be made or not depends entirely on God's will. '

Carrying the two flavors of traditional Chinese medicine in the oil paper bag, he returned to the blacksmith shop. Blacksmith Wang was pondering over the blueprints, "The two knives on it are good-looking, but they are not practical. What are they used for?"

"Things to give away must be beautiful and majestic." Geng Qing took the things inside and stored them. When he was free, he would take a look at them. The knives I have seen are all from some movies and TV shows, and they are flashy.

"Dragon Slaying Knife, of course, can't be said, it's better to change the name, and change the shape again." '

Thinking about it, he dragged Blacksmith Wang to gesture at the pattern on the paper. The dragon-shaped areas on it were replaced with lion and tiger patterns. title.

And the head of the handle is specially instructed to engrave the names of Gao Jun and Gao Sheng respectively. The weapons are regarded as gifts. For the Jianghu people, that is a great gift, but Wang Blacksmith and Geng Qing have no experience in this field, so they had to make two knife blanks first. , until the second day, I found An Jingsi and asked him to come over and give some advice, such as how much the knife weighs and what size it is
"I didn't expect Brother Geng to be able to draw weapons. The appearance of your knife is a bit strange. It looks good after a long time. Why don't you make one for me?"

Geng Qing sat in front of a pile of scrap copper and iron, thinking about the matter after the weapon, without raising his head, he replied casually: "Okay, what do you want to fight?"

Over there, An Jingsi pointed sideways to the big yellow horse parked at the door and the long spear hanging on it, "I'm good at this, make it look better for me."

"What's your name?"

"An Jingsi."

Geng Qing casually took out a rusty dagger from a pile of broken iron and bronze utensils, and turned to look at him: "Weapon name."

"Well"

An Jingsi walked back and forth a few steps with his hands behind his back, and stopped suddenly, "Bi Yanluo, the heavier the better, don't worry about the iron, I'll go to Yacang to get some refined iron."

After finishing speaking, he stepped out of the door with a flap of his robe, got on his horse and ran away in a hurry.Blacksmith Wang spat out, shook his head and went back to continue hitting the knife blank, muttering in his mouth amidst the ping-ping-pong-pong sound.

"With such a heavy weapon, even a horse can't carry it if you move it. It's a waste of so much good iron."

Geng Qing, who was sitting not far away, didn't seem to hear the words of the people around him. He stared at the rusty dagger in his hand without blinking.

Immediately stood up, turned around and went to the backyard of the shop, sharpening the edge.

(End of this chapter)