My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

Chapter 175 You Can Kill Chang'an Lord Today (Two in One)

Twilight hours.

Dozens of fast horses rushed out from the four city gates of Xinzheng East, South, West and North respectively.

On the upper floor of the east city gate, the man who had delivered the letter to Zhang Liang was holding the bricks on the wall, calmly watching the galloping horses under the city gate.

"Your Majesty, can you restrict Zhang's family from traveling?"

Behind him, an officer in black armor cupped his fists for instructions.

Men are called sheriffs by military officers, and this day is the eighth day since men came to Xinzheng.

Just eight days after arriving in Xinzheng, the man who became the sheriff of Xinzheng smiled and shook his head, patted the dust on his sleeves, turned and went down the tower.

"No need."

"only."

Xinzheng Sheriff touched his chin, his eyes showed anticipation.

The young master is afraid that the previous governor will send troops against your Zhang family, so he asked me to be the governor of Xinzheng.

I am not here to limit you, but to allow you to fully develop.

You are called a wise man before entering the mansion, Zhang Liang, don't disappoint the young master's expectations of you.

In the period of three months, you have to last for two months to be worthy of the name of the wise man.

The secret room of the Zhang family.

Zhang Liang's footsteps were steady, and he arrived at a leisurely pace.

When the craftsmen saw Zhang Liang present, they all stood up to show their respect—since ancient times, it was the uncle who gave the money.

With a slight smile on Zhang Liang's face, Wen Ruyu, a modest gentleman, first asked a few words about how the lords are doing these days, and cared about the daily life of the craftsmen.

A few words made the craftsmen's hearts warm, and they repeatedly said that everything was fine in Zhang's house, and there was no discomfort.

Zhang Liang nodded.

"That's good. If you have any needs, please tell me. Liang will try his best to solve it for you."

After greeting, Zhang Liang did not pretend to pass by by chance, but said frankly: "I heard that you have made progress on paper, can you let Liang see what happened?"

When the craftsmen heard this, normally this should be a link to invite credit and rewards, but they all showed a trace of embarrassment, and they faltered and couldn't open their mouths.

Zhang Liang felt a little disappointed when he saw this, it didn't look like there was any progress.

He smiled lightly and said: "It's okay, it's less than ten days. It's hard to ask you to restore it with just a piece of paper. It's because of a bad conscience that he believed the servant's nonsense. punish him."

After saying the words of comfort, Zhang Liang was about to turn around and leave. His staying here would only embarrass the craftsmen.

"Sir, wait a minute!"

The prestigious old craftsman among the craftsmen stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang stopped, and said to the old craftsman gently: "Is there something else, old man?"

The old craftsman sighed and looked around at the craftsmen present.

"There is indeed progress, my lord, please take a look!"

The old craftsman took out a piece of pale green paper as thin as a cicada's wing the size of an adult's palm from under the table.

Its surface is slightly rough when touched by hand, and it is 90.00% similar to the sample paper except for the color.

Zhang Liang took a closer look, and quickly stepped forward to throw himself on the table.

Touching the paper with his hand, looking at it over and over again, feeling the weight that could hardly be felt in his hand, Zhang Liang, who had been calm all the time, had a light of surprise in his eyes.

"Pen!"

The servant handed the brush soaked in thick ink to Zhang Liang's hand.

Zhang Liang splashed ink and wrote the word "Han" in Korean characters on the green paper.

The ink blots were solidified and did not disperse, and they were so clear on the green paper that Zhang Liang's face became even more joyful.

"Okay, okay, this paper can also be tied to the bird's feet, and it can also convey messages!"

Zhang Liang was elated, but the craftsmen around him all looked embarrassed and showed no joy.

"I don't know who made it, this paper craft is so complicated, how many can be produced in a day?"

After confirming the quality of the green paper, Zhang Liang immediately became concerned about the output of the green paper.

But no matter how much or how little green paper is produced, Zhang Liang is already satisfied.

Many, can completely replace the horse report.

If it is less, it is only used for important information.

Zhang Liang didn't consider the issue of cost at all.

The objects he provided to these craftsmen these days are worth half a piece of gold when converted into money.

The amount of half gold is a fortune for ordinary people, but it is a drop in the bucket for the Zhang family.

The Zhang family can afford to exchange half of the money for a piece of green paper the size of an adult's palm.

The old craftsman was about to speak when a tall, eight-foot craftsman spoke first.

"It's very complicated. I worked hard for eight days to restore the paper that the young master said. Now that the steps are known, papermaking is not so difficult.

"If you want it, my lord, I can make a piece of paper in five days. You once said that on the day the paper is made, you will give each of us a hundred gold. Now that the paper is made, where is the gold?"

Zhang Liang turned his head slightly, looked at the servant behind him from the corner of his eye, and said, "Ask the cashier to fetch five thousand gold, I want..."

"Bastard!"

The old craftsman didn't wait for Zhang Liang to finish speaking, a pair of white eyebrows stood on end, his beard and hair were all stretched out, he raised the crutch in his hand and threw it at the tall craftsman.

The cane waved in the air to eliminate the sound of breaking the air, which shows that this was no joke.

Zhang Liang was standing beside the old craftsman, with sharp eyesight and quick hands, he grabbed the wrist of the old craftsman's crutches and snatched the crutches from the old craftsman's hands.

"Old man, what does this mean?"

The old craftsman was out of breath. He first pointed at the tall craftsman angrily, and then pointed at all the craftsmen around him.

Most of the craftsmen pointed by the old man lowered their heads, their faces full of embarrassment.

"The face of the craftsman is completely lost to you! The contract clearly states that if the paper can be imitated, the Zhang family will give us a hundred gold each. What does this green paper have to do with you? What face do you have for the Zhang family to take it?" Five thousand gold..."

The old craftsman was extremely angry, spitting stars flew around, and scolded all the craftsmen present.

Amidst the old man's scolding, Zhang Liang finally understood the cause and effect.

It turned out that the green paper was not made by the craftsmen present, but by a Mohist ranger who passed by Xinzheng.

It was almost impossible in ancient times to reverse its manufacturing process through a very small sample paper.

The craftsmen studied for several days without making any progress. Frowning at the small piece of sample paper, they spent more and more time in a daze.

The tall craftsman went out to relax, but was intercepted and robbed by local scoundrels in a small alley.

Fortunately, a Mohist ranger passed by and acted righteously, saving the tall craftsman.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, the tall craftsman asked You Xia to go to the brothel to repay his favor, and You Xia readily agreed.

The two of them tossed and exchanged cups, you toasted me, Xu Shi was drunk, the ranger made too much movement and an object fell from his arms.

When the tall craftsman saw it, his drunken body was immediately reduced by three points. It was actually a piece of paper, a piece of paper that was indistinguishable from the paper he had seen these days except for the color.

The tall craftsman immediately asked what the green paper was, he had never seen it before, and he might give it to him.

The ranger shook his head and refused.

Just when the tall craftsman was lost, You Xia said that he couldn't gift the green paper not because the green paper was expensive, but because he was away from home and had no time and leisure to make paper.

He told Gao Da craftsman about the materials and crafts of making green paper. After Gao Da craftsman sent you away, he came back and informed the craftsmen.

After everyone tried it, they actually made green paper.

Seeing this scene, the servant immediately rushed to report to Zhang Liang, and this is how the present incident happened.

From the cursing words of the old craftsman, Zhang Liang heard the raw material for making green paper, hurriedly stopped the old craftsman who hadn't scolded enough, and said, "This paper can be made from bamboo?"

The old craftsman was still angry, but facing the Zhang family Zhang Liang, he still tried his best to hide the anger on his face, and tried his best to calmly say: "Of course."

"Is there a limit to the type of bamboo?"

"bamboo."

Moso bamboo is not an expensive bamboo, and it is widely planted. Zhang Liangxi is very happy.

Seeing this, the old craftsman told Zhang Liang another good news.

"Based on the craftsmanship given by the ranger, it should be possible without moso bamboo, and it should be possible to make things such as hemp, bark, and solid wood."

Zhang Liang looked at the old craftsman with glowing eyes.

"How sure is the old man?"

"Nine percent."

"Okay! Then I will ask the old man to urge me to do things here. Why hasn't the five thousand gold been delivered yet?"

Just now when Zhang Liang's words were interrupted, the servant just stood there and did not pass on a message for Zhang Liang.

Hearing Zhang Liang's words now, the two trembled and his lips trembled.

"Small, villain, still, haven't said it yet."

"Then go quickly!"

"only!"

The old craftsman didn't stop this time, but waited for the servant to run away in a panic, and said with shame on his face: "It's not my work, I won't be able to collect the five thousand gold!"

Zhang Liang asked the old craftsman to take out the contract, and the old craftsman did so.

Zhang Liang pointed to the three big characters "imitation paper" written on the contract.

"As long as paper can be imitated, no matter how it is imitated, the Zhang family will give each of you a hundred gold."

The old craftsman was moved to tears and fell to the ground.

"Shame on you!"

Soon, the one hundred gold distributed by the Zhang family fell into the pockets of each craftsman.

Zhang Liang urged the craftsmen to work hard, and after producing paper quickly, he left here.

The deciphering of the paper means that the intelligence information has been greatly updated, which means that the time for Zhang Liang to obtain information has increased by ten times, and it means that Zhang Liang has to rearrange many things.

The craftsmen counted their hundreds of gold over and over again, feeling like they were dreaming.

"Remember, don't play tricks in front of such a giant as the Zhang family! Hundreds of gold are good, but you have to live to spend them!"

Seeing that everyone was excited, the old craftsman slapped his crutches heavily and warned them sharply.

It was reminded by the old craftsman that all the craftsmen realized that they had just walked around the gate of hell, and all of them were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweat.

This was especially true for the tall craftsman who brought back the craft of making green paper and lied to Zhang Liang, as if he was lifted out of the water.

If the old craftsman hadn't stopped him just now, if he had lied to Zhang Liang, he would have lied to the Zhang family.

In Han land, if civilians like them dared to deceive the Zhang family, they would die without knowing how.

Handi, Yiyang.

On a street, there are dozens of pedestrians, going in and out of various shops.

This street is a concentration of restaurants, brothels, and inns, gathering a large number of foreigners.

Lu Buwei sat in the carriage and asked the driver to park the carriage outside Lu's Inn and wait quietly.

After a while, a ranger in Mohist costume came out and knocked on Lu Buwei's carriage.

"merchant?"

Lu Buwei lifted the curtain of the car, exposing his face to the ranger's sight.

Only then did the ranger feel relieved and boarded the carriage.

After entering the compartment, Ranger was stunned.

"Admiral Lu Gong also sent here? Is the matter of Handi so important?"

Lu Goujian smiled kindly like an ordinary old man.

"You can come, and Gou Jian is also very surprised. You are the most cautious Mohist giant that Gou Jian knows."

"Duke Lu is joking. I'm not good at fighting, so I can only be more cautious on weekdays. But with Duke Lu by my side, I can rest easy during this trip to Han."

Lu Buwei laughed outright when he heard the ranger say that he was not good at fighting.

"Of all the schools of thought, your Mo family is the best."

"The one who can fight is Chu Mo. I am from Qin Mo. What I am good at is manufacturing and research, not the courage of a man."

Since the founder and the first Mo Zi passed away, Mohism has been divided into three parts.

One branch entered Qi, inherited the culture of the Mohist school, and was not weak in eloquence.

One entered Qin, and inherited the mechanism and manufacturing techniques of the Mohist school. He was the behind-the-scenes hero behind Qin's weapons leading the six countries, known as Qin Mo in the world.

One branch entered Chu, inherited the spirit of the Mo family, hoeed the strong and helped the weak, acted as a chivalrous man, and became a knight with high martial arts skills, known as Chu Mo in the world.

The three inks have been doing their own things for hundreds of years.

"A Chu Mo in a knight's suit, but he considers himself Qin Mo. If the emperor hears this, he will definitely regret helping you unify the three inks and make you a giant."

Lu Buwei said with a smile.

If his words are spread, it will definitely cause a big earthquake in the world.

The three ink schools merged into the Mohist school again, and the Mohist school unexpectedly reappeared as a giant. The Mohist school, which was once known as the most famous school in the world along with the Confucianism, reappeared in the sky.

"It's not good to be a giant. There are so many things to take care of. I don't even have time to make research."

"You deserve the nickname Scientist."

Lu Buwei smiled wryly.

He sometimes envies scientists, why they only want to do research when they have such a huge force.

Qin Mo, Qi Mo, and Chu Mo merged into one Mo family, and this force is extremely powerful.

Historically, the Mohist school was a theory that, besides military strategists, really participated in wars among princes and decided the outcome of battles.

One sentence can understand how powerful the Mohist family is. The Mohist family has a private army dedicated to the Mohist family, the kind that can fight.

"Let's not talk about that, I have already been to Xinzheng, and passed on the papermaking technology. Your Majesty said that I will come to Korea this time to focus on you, so Lu Gong, what plans do I have next?"

"Why don't you ask your majesty why he passed on the papermaking technology to Zhang Liang?"

"I'm not interested. I just hope that Lu Gong will be less playful. Don't dawdle like your lord. Xianyang's gun technology has not yet broken through."

"Don't worry, I will deal with Han Di as quickly as possible, the fish has already been hooked. You came just in time, and the speed can be much faster..."

The carriage drove slowly until it disappeared into the street.

On the streets of Yiyang, within a few days, there were more than 20 blacksmith shops.

……

Outside Xianyang City.

After interrogating the driver who had been with Wei Liao for a long time, Ying Chengxun didn't ask any questions.

It's not that Ying Chengxun couldn't open the driver's mouth, but that the driver really didn't know where Wei Liao had gone.

"My lord, what should I do?"

"Let it go."

Ying Chengxun said impatiently, everyone could tell that he was in a bad mood.

Not blocking Wei Liao made Ying Chengxu very unhappy.

"Each go back to each house, each finds each mother."

All the hidden guards rushed to Ying Chengxue, saluted with fists in their hands, and left one after another.

Ying Chengxu looked at the people who were sleeping soundly, and said to the terrified driver who was still shivering and said: "Wake them up, Wei Liao came back and told Wei Liao that he won this round. Since Xianyang Entering Kuaiji, such a long distance, I played with him slowly."

At this time, Wei Liao, whom Ying Chengxun was looking for, was walking in Xianyang Palace under the guidance of Zhao Gao.

A group of Lang officials passed by holding torches and saw the two.

The leader, Xia Lang, showed an apologetic expression to Zhao Gao, and said firmly: "Password!"

"war."

"Farewell, Master Chefu Ling."

A group of Lang Guan passed by Zhao Gao and left with a complete formation and a well-organized march.

The warmth of the flames brushed past the two of them.

Mercury spilled on the ground, and the hazy night made the originally clear world no longer so clear.

Good and evil are one, and yin and yang intersect.

Those who used to hate each other may also be able to live happily together.

"Is there any white pigeon?"

Behind Zhao Gao, Wei Liao spoke in a language that only Zhao Gao could hear.

"Have."

Zhao Gao replied calmly, the voice was also only heard by Wei Liao behind him.

Zhao Gao's answer was quick.

No time for surprise, hesitation, or thought.

"You can let it go, I should have been attacked by this time."

This time Zhao Gao didn't respond immediately, but said after walking more than ten steps: "I'm sure."

Wei Liao twitched his white beard lightly, and said softly: "Ten percent, I never counted it as a miss."

"it is good."

The two continued on.

Under the darkness of night, it is hard to tell whether it is a human or a ghost.

Ganquan Palace, the sleeping palace.

Empress Dowager Zhao, who had already gone to bed, suddenly felt someone intrude.

She opened her eyes, tore off the clothes on her shoulders, revealing her delicate collarbone, opened the curtain, and looked down with winking eyes.

As soon as she glanced over, she immediately broke her powers, silently pulled back her shoulders and clothes, sat up straight, and said very majesticly: "Why is it you?"

A woman with an iron armor on her face, holding a white dove in her hand.

"You can kill Lord Chang'an today."

(End of this chapter)