Spring and Autumn I Am King

Han Buxin, the head of the Han family, was far away in Nanfang County, and his eldest son, Han Shen, stayed behind. Han Hu had returned from a banquet four days ago, saying that Zhao Yang went to greet Dong Anyu, but he never returned. Han Shen felt that something was wrong. He sent someone to inquire the next day, but Dong Anyu put it back on the grounds that "the lord was drunk at night and neglected the guests". In addition, the Zhao family was operating as usual for the next few days, so Han Shen didn't think much about it.

So after learning the news, Han Shen and Han Hu were surprised and immediately sent people to the lower palace to question them. Seeing that Zhao's retainers couldn't hide it any longer, they could only choose a part to tell them, but they called Zhao Yang a "little ailment", and he would be fine in a few days.

Han Shen didn't believe it this time. He wrote it down on a slip of paper and rushed to report his old father Han Buxin with a car. On the other hand, he also began to plan for his nephew Zhao Bolu to be the suzerain of the Zhao clan.

So after the Han clan's forces intervened, the situation in the lower palace became more and more turbulent.

The doctor who leaked the secrets, even if there is a tradition of "no punishment to the doctor", even if there is Bo Lu's intercession, he was directly imprisoned by Dong Anyu, waiting for Zhao Yang to wake up. Zhao Wuxi, who was inconvenient to get involved in this matter, watched from the sidelines and thought to himself.

"I'm afraid I can't hide this matter!"

Sure enough, there is no impermeable wall in the world. Between the comings and goings, the Zhao family was on guard because of Dong Anyu and Zhao Wuxi, and there was no news that was passed on. spread.

Afterwards, these untrue rumors spread to the ears of Fan and Bank of China!

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In the artisan workshop in Fan's Lingyi, Fan Jia was holding a semi-finished product that could only be called "original porcelain" in Zhao Wuxi's eyes. Whether it is made or felt, it is far inferior to those "finished porcelain" placed on the table as samples.

The more he looked at it, the more dissatisfied he became, the more he frowned, the more pottery and porcelain jar in front of him seemed to be the incarnation of Zhao Wuxi in his eyes. finally. Fan Jia lost his patience, raised his hand suddenly, and slammed the can on the ground!

Snapped! Utensils fall to the ground. There was a crisp sound, and it fell into dozens of fragments of different sizes. Splash away.

The potters and merchants who were serving around suddenly shook their shoulders, and hurriedly bowed to their heads, saying they were guilty of capital punishment.

Fan Jia pointed at them and scolded: "You still dare to claim to be the best potter in the Jin country, but after two months, you have made such a poor product!?"

A few months ago, Fan Jia thought that he was successful in the wheat flour issue, and overwhelmed Zhao Wuxi, so he looked forward to his self-promotion. result. In the lower palace, not only did he fail to hook up with the beauty of Song Guole's family, he was also punched by Zhao Wuxi and suffered a dull loss. After returning home, he learned that Fan's merchants had failed miserably in the Su market and the lacquered pottery market.

Now, Fan Jia has come out of that fiasco.

He has not been idle these few months, but has been thinking about counterattacks and reversals all the time.

Regarding the wheat flour, Fan Jia was at a loss after struggling. the reason is simple. Their Fan's wheat is not much, not enough to be ground into wheat flour into Jiangshi. And because the Zhao family has a supply of 40,000 stone winter wheat in the township, the energy is continuously produced. The rest of the Qing clan could only watch helplessly as the Zhao family transported the carts of corn to the lower palace.

However, Fan Jia has already discussed with his retainers and figured out how to deal with it. Next year, a quarter of the acres will be planted with winter wheat and spring wheat. In this way, the Zhao family will not focus on the wheat flour business as it is now. .

But after all, we have to wait until the next year and fall behind.

On the other hand, as an ancient clan with a thousand-year-old pottery-making tradition and hundreds of potters. Fan Jia was very unwilling to be at a disadvantage in the lacquer pottery market.

In the past two months, because of the appearance of porcelain. Fan's lacquer ware sales plummeted by a third.

The purchase of pottery by the public office and various officials has also been greatly reduced, and they prefer new and beautiful finished porcelain. The eventful among them likened Chengci to an elegant aristocratic lady. The head is crooked, and the hands are like catkins; and Fan's pottery is like a mean and lowly wild woman. Therefore, a fair lady, a gentleman who is good-natured, and a rough dress and a poor face, can only be abandoned by the beginning and the end.

Fan Jia felt that, in the final analysis, the problem still lay in the dozen or so potters of the State of Lu who were bought from Renshi by Zhao Wuxi half a year ago. Maybe it was the secret recipe of the State of Lu?

For this reason, he once sent people to Taoyi in the state of Cao, and even after searching in Ludi, he found nothing.

Now he can come to the conclusion that only Chengxiang produces porcelain in the world, but if you want to mix in, it will be extremely difficult to find out the secret recipe of porcelain, just like using the method of making wheat flour.

The road leading to Chengxiang was originally just some cottages for people to drink and rest, but now it has been replaced by a few "pavilions".

Fan Jia sent more than ten pieces of work in a row, but he was either stopped at the closely-checked pavilion, or was caught by a ranger after entering the vicinity of Chengxiang, and one of them had already touched the door, but was stunned like a wild shadow. The big dog flopped. These people have disappeared since then, and Fan Jia did not know that most of these detainees are working as coolies in their villages and building walls!

In desperation, Fan Jia could only find a way by himself, and ordered Fan's skilled potters to buy different varieties of porcelain from Chengxiang on the market and start research.

Potters have different opinions on this object, and the only thing that can be confirmed is that it is a further processing of pottery. Some said that the kiln was not airtight enough, some said that the temperature of the furnace was not high enough, and some even claimed mysteriously that Zhao Wuxi must have asked his Wuzhu to sacrifice cattle, horses, and living people to Tao Tang, with the protection of ghosts and gods. , in order to make exquisite porcelain.

Fan Jia really tried it out, slaughtered three young slaves and concubines in a row, and poured human blood on the kiln. The things that can be fired still look like this, which is far from the smooth and translucent porcelain with the sound of a chime.

That's why Fan Jia was furious. Now, he has fallen into the paranoia of imitating Chengxiang porcelain and defeating Zhao Wuxi.

At this moment, a clerk rushed into the room and said something like this in Fan Jia's ear.

"Zhao Yang is dead?"

Fan Jia suddenly looked happy.

"General Zhao Qing is dead!" This is the most sensational statement in the market today.

Then he frowned again.

"Strange, in the past few days, the Zhao family doesn't seem to have changed much. The merchants in the Su and Qi Tao cities are actually more joyful. It doesn't seem like a big change has occurred in the mourning owner..."

He immediately sent someone to send the news to Fan's Chaoge City by car. Report to the grandfather and father who were stranded there. As soon as the messenger left, an official came to report from outside the door, saying that the upper army Zuozhong Xingyin had sent someone over. Ask Fan Jia to go to the manor for a while.

"Bo Xingbo called me at this time, it must be related to Zhao Yang's life and death!" Fan Jia was wearing dark clothes and a sword when he went out. While thinking.

If Zhao Yang really dies, his enemy Zhao Wuxi will also lose the most important protection. Grandfather and Bank of China have long wanted to attack Zhao for a long time, and now, it is a great opportunity!

There was a smile on the corner of Fan Jia's mouth. The day of her revenge may soon come. Even that Song State woman was in her own pocket.

He instructed his retainers: "Transfer the swords and armour from the Fan's Palace out of the treasury, and fight against the horses. I will discuss the countermeasures with Bo Zhong Xing first, and I will only wait for the news from my grandfather! You can do it!"

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At this time, it was the fifth day since Zhao Yang was unconscious.

Zhao Wuxi had just finished another vigil. He was wearing thin clothes, standing on the wall on the west side of the lower palace, looking southwest.

It stands to reason that the Qin and Yue people should have arrived in the lower palace yesterday. Now it's too late. Zhao Wuxi had already sent Yu Xi, who came from Chengxiang to listen to Hou's dispatch, and led the light knights into several teams, leaving a few knights to wait every few miles.

Zhao Yang's situation still did not improve. He can only stand on the wall now, expecting the final miracle to come in time.

At the end of September, the sparse woods outside the lower palace city began to fall and turn yellow, and a gust of autumn wind came, making Zhao Wuxi feel a chill.

At this moment, a warm feeling came from behind. It turned out to be Ji Ying, who put the autumn clothes made last month on Zhao Wuxi's body.

Ji Ying also wore a very thick dress today, and replaced the plain skirt with white fur. The little fox fur on the neck was hunted by Zhao Wuxi during the winter hunting last year.

But her beautiful face lost the sunshine and charming warmth of the past, instead there was a bleak mood of worry and sadness.

Like a flower covered in a gray mist.

After carefully tying the autumn clothes. Ji Ying said angrily: "It's the season of giving clothes in September again, and you are waiting by your father's side all day and night. You are also worried about many affairs in the lower palace, even if Zhang Zi, cousin help, and Lingzi. Recuperating for you, but if you don't pay attention to your body, you won't be able to bear it. Father has been ignorant of personnel for five days. If, if you are exhausted, what should we do?"

These days, Zhao Wuxi, who has been busy and laborious, has become the backbone of Zhao's family, just like Dong Anyu.

Of course, it is also the object of Ji Ying's reliance. Zhao Wuxi knows that no matter when, don't make your family feel unsafe.

So, Wu Xian tried his best to put away his worries, and stroked Ji Ying's smooth back of his hand as a sign of comfort.

"Sister, don't worry, the Qin and Yue people will definitely be here today, and they will definitely restore their father to the original! You and I have seen Lingzi's medical skills. Her teacher must be even more amazing. I heard that he can even come back to life."

Ji Ying raised her head, UU reading www.uukanshu.com stared at Zhao Wuxi's smile, she understood her brother, and understood any slight emotions and tone of his. At this moment, although he was very sure in his mouth, he was not completely sure in his heart.

It was many years ago. Ji Ying was still in the swaddling clothes and had no memory of the battles with swordsmen, but after the governor, he stared wide-eyed in his mother's arms and listened to her tell about the terrible things that happened during the siege of the city in March. . Once her father's tomb collapsed, she had a premonition that although Wu Xie worked hard, it was not easy to control the situation. At that time, those tragic things would probably happen again.

After the initial sadness and panic, she recovered her attention, so she realized that while her brother was in charge of the big picture, he was also doing some extra preparations.

So Ji Ying made up her mind, she bit her teeth lightly, got closer, and whispered to Zhao Wuqi: "Wu Xie, don't hide it from me, if you want to leave, Sister, and Lingzi, I'll go with you too!" (To be continued)

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