Great Tang Broom Star

Yang Hejuan brought some money, checked the store, and then led the horse out of the store.

The three men sent him out, and the neighbor next to him asked curiously, "Mr. Yang is going on a long trip?"

Yang He cupped his hands, "The one that doesn't buy goods here said it was going to raise prices, but I'm a small business, and I don't make much money every year. It's just enough to support these three guys and my family." He looked helpless, "This I don’t care if the price is raised from the ground, if the price of cloth in the north goes up, then I’ll go to the south and find a new one with good price and good quality.”

The neighbor was surprised, "Didn't you hear that the price of cloth has increased?"

Yang He smiled wryly, shook his head and sighed, "That one is big, if the price is raised, no one in the north would dare to sell it to me."

The neighbor said sympathetically, "This is oppressing people with power! It's too domineering."

"Who says it's not?" Yang He cupped his hands, and then confessed to the three guys: "I'm going to stop talking for half a year, you wait for a good life to see the business, if you find something wrong when I come back, you will be beaten to death before being sent to the official. "

The three tasks were answered.

Yang He immediately left Dongshi, all the way out of the city.

He walked slowly, looking at the walls on both sides and the eaves beyond the walls, his eyes were filled with sentimentality, "This time... I won't be able to return to Chang'an within ten years."

It was someone's plan to kill Zheng Yuandong. Although the others had some objections, they just laughed it off.

"I thought it was just an aide, how could I be prepared? I didn't expect that Zheng Yuandong... this is wrong!"

Yang He felt very strange, "Then Zheng Yuandong was not killed, why didn't Changsun Wuji do anything?"

"No, the people who can't handle him are staring at me."

Yang He turned around and glanced nervously, "That's right, after Changsun Wuji captured those two people, he must have tortured and questioned them. They don't know where I came from, so they will definitely want to capture me..."

After leaving the city, he went around to a secluded place to change clothes, smeared his face a bit darker, and said triumphantly, "They thought I was going to the south, but who would know that I was going to the north?"

He bypassed Chang'an City and headed north.

After more than ten miles away from Chang'an City, Yang He turned around and took a look. There was no one following him. He couldn't help but happily took out the wine bag, raised his head and took a big sip, almost sighing, "Those people should now Have you chased it out? This is a good way!"

A ride ahead.

Yang He took a look,

It was discovered that it was a young man eating flatbread on horseback. The young man's riding skills are good, with a big pie in his right hand and a few cloves of garlic in his left. One bite of cake comes one bite of garlic.

Seeing how he devoured his food, Yang He felt a little envious.

His appetite was not good and he didn't eat breakfast.

The young man took a few mouthfuls of the pie, hiccupped, looked at Yang He, and suddenly smiled and said, "Yang He?"

Yang He's face was pale, and just as he was about to touch the knife, the young man stretched out his hand and easily grabbed him.

"Catch him alive!"

The young man said triumphantly: "Second brother, look, is this a quick capture?"

Someone behind Yang He scolded: "It's not so easy to capture alive. Those fierce generals can bring you off the horse if they fail. When you pull it, the other person will lie on the stomach, and the person will not be able to exert force when lying on the stomach, understand?"

"Then I'll try!"

The young man casually captured Yang He again, "Struggle, hurry up, or I'll kill you later!"

Yang He wanted to cry, so he had to struggle hard.

But the young man grabbed his back, his struggle was like a shrimp, it was useless at all.

"Huh!" The young man said happily, "Second brother, that's really the case!"

"Why did I lie to you?"

While speaking, the two entered the side forest.

All the way in, the woods are gloomy.

"There was a fight here in the past, and more than a thousand people died in it. It is said that every night, you can hear howling here."

Yang He only felt weak all over, and hissed: "Why did you two take me? I'm just a businessman, I want money...I brought a few dollars with me..."

When the bag was opened, there were indeed several pieces of silver and a bunch of copper coins.

"Where are you going?"

Xu Xiaoyu stared at him and asked, took out a small box from his luggage, opened it, and there were some weird things inside.

"I... I'm going to stock up."

"What are you buying?" Wang Laoer stared at him, and suddenly asked, "Zheng Yuandong is here."

In an instant, Yang He's expression paled, "He... who is Zheng Yuandong?"

"late!"

Wang Laoer reached out his hand and took out a hook, hooking Yang He's cheek, "The sons of the Shandong family are about to leave their nests, first I sent you, a little fish, to test it out, talk, which family?"

"ah!"

"Come on, scream hard, there are no ghosts of Te Niang here."

"Second brother, yes! I saw a headless corpse standing behind him, pinching his neck."

"I said, I said..." Yang He broke down.

Later, Wang Lao Er said with a cold face, "Don't blame me."

Yang He struggled frantically, "I've said it all, I've said it all, you should let me go, please."

Wang Laoer said lightly: "If you let me go, Mr. Lang will be in danger. Xiaoyu!"

The knife flashed.

Yang He fell to the ground panting, feeling that life was passing by.

"Take his money away."

"Second brother, I know, even if someone finds out, they will think it is robbery."

"Yes, he said he was going to buy goods, so he must bring money, and the money is not in vain! Let's go!"

...

Xu Xiaoyu went outside the imperial city to ask for an interview.

"Lang Jun, Yang He is indeed one of them."

"knew."

Jia Ping'an was a little excited.

The intervention of the powerful family in Shandong means the downfall of Changsun Wuji and his gang...

The weather is so nice...

Jia Pingan wanted to run away again.

"Marquis of Wuyang!"

A general came, "Mr. Lu is looking for you."

Jia Ping went to the left back.

Cheng Zhijie came out just in time, "Let's go and have a look outside the city."

"Look at what?"

Spring is beautiful, shouldn't we go out and play?

"There's new gunpowder over there, go and have a look."

Jia Ping'an was overjoyed, and when he left Chang'an City later, a group of veterans were already there.

...

For safety, the Ministry of Industry put the gunpowder test in a certain valley this time.

The valley is not narrow, and a clearing is just a test.

More than ten craftsmen are digging pits.

There are new types of gunpowder piled up on several carts nearby.

Sun Qizheng, a doctor of the Ministry of Industry, looked at this scene with his hands behind his back, feeling extremely happy, "Wait for the bosses to watch it later, if they are satisfied, the Ministry of Industry will be the first to do it."

Qin Song, a member of the Ministry of Industry, said with a smile: "Yes! But Mr. Sun, those craftsmen have contributed a lot, and the lower officials feel... that they should be brought with them when they report their merits."

There was gloom in Sun Qizheng's eyes, but Qin Song didn't notice it, "In recent years, the craftsmen have rushed forward to follow up, just like those soldiers on the battlefield. The officials feel that they should be rewarded heavily, no, the first contribution should be theirs."

"Artisans have merit." Sun Qizheng made Qin Song laugh as soon as he opened his mouth, but he changed the subject, "Artisans are supposed to work. According to your class, all the meritorious service in the army are sergeants, and the generals are just decorations? "

"This..." Qin Song felt that this made sense, but something was wrong, "The Ministry of Industry is not in the army, let alone... let's say..."

"What more?" Sun Qizheng said coldly: "There is no need to say more about this matter, I will consider it myself."

Qin Song understood the meaning of these words, "Mr. Sun, but... but the gunpowder is made by craftsmen, and it has nothing to do with us!"

The little official next to him looked troubled.

What do you mean it doesn't matter?

According to what you said, the credit is all from the craftsmen, and everyone gets a small credit.

But Sun Qizheng is planning to be promoted recently and needs credit urgently. He clearly wanted to suppress the craftsmen and steal the credit.

Shangguan has this idea, so it's fine if you don't support it, what's the trouble?

Sun Qizheng's face turned dark, and he scolded: "What do you mean it has nothing to do with us? If there is no guidance from Shang Shu, Shi Lang and other Shangguan, can this gunpowder be produced?"

This is a pit!

After Sun Qizheng was blocked by Qin Song, he quickly pulled out the two big bosses from the Ministry of Industry.

You, Qin Song, have the ability to object and try again.

Yay let you die!

Qin Song was originally a technical official with a straight temper and still stuck his neck, "This matter is the work of the craftsmen, and Shang Shu and the others just asked a few questions."

He couldn't help it anymore, and asked with a blushing face: "If you can get the credit by just asking a few questions, then... the one who works is worse than the one who watches the show. Who will work in the future?"

The idiot!

Sun Qizheng sneered and said: "You are disrespectful to the superior, so I will have something to say when I go back!"

If he wanted to get credit for this matter, he had to drive away this ignorant Qin Song, and then isolate him from this matter.

This is the safest way.

Qin Song only felt aggrieved and flustered in his chest. Looking at the craftsmen who were honestly digging holes, he said for a while, "It's not fair!"

Sabie!

Sun Qizheng looked at him contemptuously, "Everything is fair in this world, so why should I wait?"

It is precisely because there is no justice in the world that countless officials are needed to maintain and manage it.

If you don't even understand this principle, what are you doing?

"The bosses are here."

Sun Qizheng lifted his spirits, and his eyes became more warning, "If you talk nonsense, the Ministry of Industry will have no place for you."

Qin Song lowered his head, only feeling that there was something swelling in his chest, which made him want to cry out.

Cheng Zhijie and others came.

"I've seen Duke Lu, I've seen the great general..."

After Sun Qizheng saluted, Cheng Zhijie glanced at the scene, "Are you ready?"

Sun Qizheng smiled and said: "Yes, Jiang Shangshu wanted to come, but the Ministry of Industry has a lot of things to do, so he entrusted an official to preside over the matter. Mr. Lu, the Ministry of Industry has been testing gunpowder for several years. If it doesn't work today, we will change the formula... ", he pointed to his eyes, "Xiaguan stayed up a lot of nights because of this, and his eyes were dazzled."

Cheng Zhi nodded, "Thank you."

Looking back, when Sun Qizheng was planning to be promoted, he said that it was hard work, which earned him a lot of points.

Liang Jianfang walked over to look at the pit and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"Dig a hole and explode." Sun Qizheng smiled and said, "Explode underground, there is nothing around, and we can see how powerful it is."

Liang Jianfang turned his head, "How does Xiao Jia feel?"

Jia Pingan came over, "Who told you to make the pit?"

Sun Qizheng hesitated for a moment, but several craftsmen were watching him.

"It's the old man."

Jia Pingan frowned, "The use of gunpowder is not to dig a hole to blow up something, but to attack a fortification. Dig a hole and blow it up. Besides watching the excitement and smelling it, what's the use?"

Sun Qizheng said with a smile: "You can't say that..."

Time flies, it has been several years since Jia Pingan made the gunpowder, except for those craftsmen who still remember who made the gunpowder, and the officials of the Ministry of Industry have changed, so they have long since put aside this matter.

Therefore, when those inventors were exposed, they were very beautiful, and they were silent in an instant.

Cheng Zhijie waved his hand, "Let Xiao Jia do it."

Sun Qizheng's complexion was not very good-looking.

"Stop digging."

Jia Pingan felt that this thing was better than setting off firecrackers. He pointed to the dug mud and said, "Immediately find hundreds of soldiers and ram a section of earth wall out."

Cheng Zhijie praised: "It should be like this."

Sun Qizheng's complexion gradually calmed down, and he said with a smile: "This old man originally wanted to deal with it later."

Afterthoughts are the same as afterthoughts, seemingly cool, but they are all useless things.

The craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry were whispering, and someone came over and said, "Marquis Wuyang, building a wall in such a hurry is not as good as a city wall after all."

Sun Qizheng scolded: "Speak too much!"

It's better if it's not as good, if it's not as good as it is, the explosion will be more powerful and the credit will be greater.

Many things seem absurd, but if you look carefully, they are all driven by internal factors. And these internal causes are all kinds of strange, for example, for credit, for example, to make someone happy...

"Isn't it better, where can I try it for a while?" Jia Ping'an appreciated this responsible attitude.

A craftsman said: "Marquis Wuyang, there is a village not far outside. Find a few houses to try? The walls are thinner, but they are made of rammed earth."

"good idea!"

Then everyone found the village and found the richest family.

"This wall is thick and easy to use."

"I think it's not thick enough compared to the city wall."

"That's it."

Jia Ping'an made a final decision, "Calculate how much it is."

The host looked confused, "Marquis Wuyang, what is the meaning of this?"

"The court expropriated your house, how much is it?"

The master's family seems to be not short of money, "How about... three thousand dollars."

Cheng Zhijie and others went to pee and came back, the master immediately changed his words when he saw them, "One thousand dollars."

Madan!

This house is worth money at first glance, Jia Pingan said: "This is money from the court, no one will cheat you."

The master raised his voice, "The old men are serving the country, can't I? I didn't want the money, but I thought it was a good idea, and the family didn't spend the one thousand money, so I just put it away and told my children and grandchildren... ... Anyway, the family also has some friendship with the old men!"

This tired slob!

Since there was no shortage of money, Jia Pingan expropriated the house after a few words of laughing and cursing.

"Everyone in the village goes out first!"

Everyone in the village was kicked out, muttering outside what they were going to do.

An old man said firmly: "It must be that there is a treasure in that house, maybe it is a treasure related to the royal family, that's why His Majesty sent the old men here."

"No, I think it might be that the royal family has blood left in our village. The old men are here to verify it!"

"Everyone has come out, who can I ask for verification?"

The villagers muttered.

"boom!"

There was a huge explosion, the children howled, and the old people were startled, "This is the earth dragon turning over, go and see."

But the sergeants guarded the entrance of the village and were not allowed to enter.

The house is gone.

Jia Ping frantically piled up dozens of gunpowder packs and ignited them together, tsk tsk!

The whole house was blown down.

It was smoky and dusty.

Cheng Zhijie was the first to rush in.

"Okay, hahahaha... cough cough cough!"

The old men went in to check carefully. Liang Jianfang squatted down, picked up a piece of soil and crushed it, "Mr. Lu, it's all fried."

"Damn, maybe eat?"

Cheng Zhijie kicked the broken wall with a smile, and cursed: "The bottom is so hard."

"how?"

He looked at the crowd and asked.

Sun Qizheng smiled and said, "The power is enormous!"

Liang Jianfang nodded, "As soon as this thing comes out, Datang has another sharp weapon for attacking, great achievement!"

Sun Qizheng couldn't help laughing and his eyes disappeared.

"It's not even close."

In the midst of joy, someone poured cold water inappropriately.

You're fucking ruining my future!

When Sun Qizheng turned around, he saw Jia Pingan throwing away the clod in his hand, thoughtful.

"When the explosion happened earlier, it was as if the sky was falling apart. The old man was in a trance, thinking that this was a nine-day thunderbolt. If this kind of power is used on the battlefield, the enemy's souls will definitely be wiped out..."

What Sun Qizheng said was very contagious.

It's a pity that you don't talk about it... Jia Ping'an thinks this guy is too utilitarian, "It's not powerful enough."

What?

Sun Qizheng turned around and looked at the old men.

"Also ask Mr. Lu to be the master of the Ministry of Industry."

Promotion!

Get rich!

Whoever stands in the way of the old man is the sworn enemy of the old man!

Such a sharp weapon still says that it is not powerful enough. This is not to be critical, but to belittle the efforts of our Ministry of Industry!

But Cheng Zhijie and the others would not do this. As veterans, they would not offend the Ministry of Industry in this matter.

Sun Qizheng smiled slightly in his heart.

Cheng Zhijie was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Xiao Jia said that the power is not enough, so it must be that the power is not enough."

Sun Qizheng: "..."

"Grand Lu." Sun Qizheng retorted: "The Ministry of Industry repeatedly tested for this, but is this level of power not enough?"

"Of course not enough."

Jia Pingan said: "Dozens of packs of gunpowder were used to blow up the city wall. How much gunpowder would it take to blow up the city wall? Brothers, how many casualties would they have to pay to send those gunpowder packs down the city?"

Credit is discounted! Preventing someone from getting promoted and making a fortune is like killing one's parents... Sun Qizheng took a deep breath, "It doesn't matter what Marquis Wuyang said about it."

Liang Jianfang said flatly: "You are wrong, Xiao Jia has the final say on this matter."

why?

Sun Qizheng looked confused.

"Because I made the gunpowder."

Sun Qizheng wanted to slap himself.

The gunpowder is made by the craftsmen, and a few small officials are in charge of it. The big bosses above occasionally intervene. After a few years, everyone is lazy.

Sun Qizheng has only been transferred to the Ministry of Industry for more than a year, and it has only been a few days since he became interested in gunpowder... A small official said that the newly produced gunpowder is extremely powerful, it is a sharp weapon for attacking, and the Ministry of Industry's great achievements are just around the corner. Only then did he become interested.

But...but the gunpowder was actually made by Jia Pingan!

He was jumping up and down just now... Isn't it a joke in Jia Pingan's eyes with an expert face and mouth?

Sun Qizheng's old face was hot.

But the morale cannot be discouraged, Jia Pingan slightly nodded at the craftsmen, "But today's gunpowder is much more powerful than before, and this is all thanks to the Ministry of Industry."

Qin Song felt that the tightness in his chest could not be stopped anymore, he came out and said, "Marquis Wuyang, over the past few years, craftsmen have suffered heavy casualties because of this, two people died and dozens of people were injured..."

"Qin Song, what are you talking about?"

Sun Qizheng kept a cold face.

Qin Song burst out suddenly, "Masters, the gunpowder was made by the craftsmen again and again. The credit... the credit is all theirs, and the officials dare not claim it."

Seeing that Sun Qizheng's face was ashen and Qin Song's face was furious, Jia Pingan didn't understand.

Sun Qizheng smiled and said: "The whole Ministry of Works has been very concerned about this matter since Jiang Shangshu..."

Such routines can't fool Jia Ping'an.

Is this trying to grab credit?

All the craftsmen lowered their heads, and the only one who raised his head was hesitant to speak, rubbing his hands, and dared not speak.

Paralyzed!

Jia Ping'an couldn't help thinking of the achievements he made in his work unit in later generations, but in the end it was a manager above who received the credit.

The lower ones work hard, and the upper ones move their lips, and the credit is easily taken away.

If this is the case, these craftsmen still have the motivation to think about gunpowder... If you do it well, the credit will belong to others, and if you do it badly, all the faults will be yours!