Yu Jun

Zhang Chongfeng left Kuanzhou at nine o'clock the next day. When he came, the team was in high spirits, but when he left, the team was in disarray. He himself was in a trance. It was not until he left Kuanzhou that he slowly took a breath.

At noon after he left, a group of merchants entered Kuanzhou.

One of the merchants was about twenty years old, wearing short brown clothes, carrying a baggage, a pair of triangular eyes, and yellow hair. He came to Kuanzhou City to seek refuge with relatives.

When he entered the city, there was a strong wind, and dead branches and leaves flew straight to the northwest, hitting the walls, window edges, and roof ridges with a "crackling" sound, like a drum. The ice under the eaves broke off, shot straight into the ground, and made several large craters. .

Pedestrians on the street took cover one after another, and the stoves, stoves, cages and other items that the vendors had no time to take away were blown to the ground by the wind and rolled to the corner.

Before the man could go to find his wife, he was already chilled by the wind, and his head was hit all over. He wanted to go into a foot shop to escape, but he took a step slower. All the foot shops on the street had closed their doors. While I was crawling, I saw a medicine shop with wide eaves. I ran over to it quickly and pressed my fingers against the door like a gecko to prevent it from being blown away by the evil wind.

It took half an hour for the strong wind to weaken, and shops slowly opened to clean up the mess.

The herbalist of the medicine shop also opened the door. When he saw the man with a bruised nose and swollen face, he was startled. He quickly invited him in and asked, "Why don't you knock on the door?"

The man was dizzy. He was hit by the charcoal fire and sneezed three times in a row. He sat down in a daze. As soon as his butt lit up the stool, he stood up suddenly and waved his hands quickly: "I don't see a doctor... I don't see a doctor..."

Yaolang smiled and said: "It would be better not to see a doctor——"

Before he finished speaking, the voice of the master scolding his apprentice came from the back of the shop: "Chize Jue, he is dead and can't be cured. This Jue pulse has not been detected? It has not been detected in Mo Mansion? Take your brain out from under the blanket and use it!"

The man shivered and stood up straight. After the noise inside became quieter, he quickly said goodbye. He walked out for about ten steps and turned to look at the door plaque engraved with the three golden characters of "Yitieguan".

After reading it, he turned around and left, sinking into the big dye vat of Kuanzhou to find out all useful information for his master - Zhang Congfeng was in the light and he was in the dark. Zhang Chongfeng was just here for a visit, but he would grow up here. Stay for a long time.

There are hundreds of young people like him in Kuanzhou City, wearing short brown shorts and doing odd jobs, so no one will pay attention to him.

His master had more eyes, arriving quietly like him, all over Kuanzhou.

When the wind stopped, children began to play around. One child lit a fire mouse and threw it at the feet of passers-by. When he saw the pedestrians screaming, he laughed. The man kicked away the ground mouse that was close to him and walked away quickly. I am not as familiar as a child, and at the same time I am thinking: "The Chinese New Year is almost here."

As the new year was approaching, Shi Yuan set up a hemp workshop in the city to make blankets, quilts, white fine cloth and ropes.

The city became more and more lively, and families of soldiers came to reunite. As the desolation caused by the war faded away, the woman had extra money in her hands and began to cut meat, make wine, pull cloth, buy sugar, and buy new year's goods.

On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the weather was already freezing, and Wu Jin was writing peach charms in the study of Mo Mansion.

There was nothing going on in the fort, so Mo Lingfeng was grinding ink for him. The ink ingot was firmly pushed away in the inkstone pool. The energy of dragon and musk came out from the pool water, climbed onto the broom in Wu Jin's hand, and spread to the cold gold paper on the table.

The ink falls on the paper like paint, and the writing force is gentle, leaving the word "zhongyong", put down the pen and change the paper, and then write the word "constant" to make a pair.

After the ink was dry, Mo Lingfeng took the private seal, sealed it with cinnabar and purple mud, and then sent Yinbei to the hands of Hou Fu and Zhongzhou officials.

The seal of the Emperor of the Han Dynasty was sealed with purple clay. I wonder who could get a glimpse of this secret and what choices they would make.

After Wu Jin finished writing five pairs, he asked Yin Bei to take it away. Without putting the pen down, he wrote another one with the word "福" and said to Mo Lingfeng, "Let's post it to Hengshan Fort."

Mo Lingfeng nodded and turned to tie his cloak: "Let's go, just before Chenshi. Come back tomorrow, just in time for the Chinese New Year."

Wu Jin went to wash his hands in front of the purifier, pulled off the handkerchief, wiped it dry, and placed the handkerchief beside the basin: "Haidai went to my house yesterday. Cheng San asked me not to keep you here for the New Year. Their family even worshiped your brother as a guide. Passed." Mo Lingfeng nodded: "I'll go to his house for lunch."

She turned to the servant outside the door and said: "Send a cart of fireworks and firecrackers in the warehouse to Mr. Cheng."

The servants left in response, Wu Jin put on the crane cloak, and the two of them went out together, got into the carriage, and Yin Nan led his soldiers to follow behind on horseback, heading for Hengshan.

After the group left the city, they quickly went to Hengshan and left. When Shi Yuan set up a mafang workshop, Wu Jin started a gunpowder factory in Hengshan.

Outside Hengshan Fort, several explosions could be heard from time to time. The closer the New Year was, the more frequent the noises were.

When Wu and Mo arrived at Hengshan, it was already dark. The carriage stopped at the foot of Hengshan. Yin Nan carried Wu Jin up the mountain. As soon as they arrived outside the fort, they heard a "bang" in front of them. Suddenly, thick smoke billowed, black fog fell, and gunpowder stung. The nasal odor spreads quickly.

The momentum of this gunpowder was impressive. Mo Lingfeng raised the corner of his mouth and was about to speak when suddenly a few words "General" came out from the black smoke. After the voice fell, three unrecognizable soldiers rolled out.

Mo Lingfeng was stunned for a moment and carefully looked at the appearance of these three people. He saw that they were unscathed, but the smoke had turned them into black chickens. He was immediately disappointed with the gunpowder. When a gust of wind passed by and the black smoke dissipated, he looked at the small hole on the ground again. , just sneered "chi".

"Chang Long, set off a big firecracker."

The black-faced Chang Long lowered his head in shame.

Mo Lingfeng turned cold and walked into Hengshan Fort. Chang Long glanced at Wu Jin quietly. Wu Jin bent down and picked up a large piece of iron and handed it to him: "Wash it away."

Chang Long took it in his hand and followed it into the fort dejectedly.

The soldiers dared not breathe and stood apart outside the house. Chang Long ran to the kitchen, scooped out water and washed his face. He then stood outside the door with a handkerchief and beat himself from head to toe. After cleaning up, he entered the house uneasily.

Mo Lingfeng was bending down to look at the opened fire caltrop. She scratched the tip of the caltrop with her fingertips. The caltrop was already rusty and did not cut her fingers, but she could still feel the sharpness.

She ignored the trembling Chang Long and said, "Fire caltrops and golden thorns can be made, but this thing is rough. If the armor is sophisticated, it will not be of much use."

Wu Jin reached out to twist some powder on the table, put it to the tip of his nose, smelled it, and rubbed it on his fingertips: "Is there any Thunder Thunder in Gaoping Village?"

Mo Lingfeng sat down and stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire: "Zhentian Lei doesn't have many workshops in the north and south."

"I have to make a sky-shaking thunder. Not only is it powerful, I also have other uses. I will write to Kyoto tomorrow and ask people from Luodeng Temple to investigate." Wu Jin sat down opposite her and asked Chang Long: "What's the saltpeter content of that big firecracker just now?"

Chang Long's face turned red with embarrassment at the word "big firecracker", and his head almost dropped into his crotch. Fortunately, his mind was still clear, and he replied: "It's the same as sulfur."

"Where's Liutan?"

"There is more charcoal, and the least is arsenic and iron."

"Increase the amount of saltpeter and iron."

"Yes."

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