Nazhi sat upright, nodding and lowering his eyebrows, as if practicing etiquette.

Her first reaction when she heard about this business was confusion, very confusion.

"coal?"

"Yes, coal is transported from north to south. We need to buy it now, but we can't buy it."

"From north to south? Can't buy it?" Nazhi failed to persist in practicing etiquette. "This information is quite large, so it shouldn't be sold, right? Besides, do you still need to buy coal?"

Zuo Lan nodded solemnly: "You need to buy it. Moreover, coal is not only used for heating, it also has other uses."

Na Zhi reacted for a moment, then shook his head and explained: "That's not what I meant. What I meant was, coal can't be bought with money, right? It needs to be approved by the specialized department and distributed."

This is a congenital misunderstanding. Zuo Lan came closer and explained the details clearly: "You definitely don't need to buy it. There is supply, but the common people also need coal. The remaining supplies are sold to the common people. This

There are no statistics based on rumors.”

"Then, can't you go buy it?"

"The quantity is limited, there are restrictions in this regard, and in the winter, it is estimated that they are all sold out. But I heard that your nobles always have a large amount left over that cannot be used up, and will be sold next year."

When it came to this, Nazhi understood. She looked at Zuo Lan's serious face mischievously: "For business."

Zuo Lan's seriousness disappeared for a moment, and he immediately put on a smile: "Yeah, yeah, for business, I sold the money, you and I will split it 30-70."

As soon as the split plan was revealed, Nazhi became unhappy. She laughed contemptuously and said solemnly: "Money, as you know, I don't care about money. No matter how much it is, it's just a bunch of numbers."

"Yes, you don't like this little money, but this is my sincerity."

"Sincerity? You should keep your sincerity for yourself. My family saves about ten tons every year. I don't know much about this and I have never cared about it. I definitely can't give all of it to you. You can take half of it."

Zuo Lan started to count. A carriage had a carrying capacity of 800 to 1,000, which meant that it would take about five or six carriages. It was in line with the requirements in the order, and from what Nazhi meant, it seemed like it was a free gift.

After he figured it out, Zuo Lan was overjoyed. He didn't even try to hide this joy, and kept refusing: "Then why are you so embarrassed? I'll give you the money, according to the market price."

Nazhi gave this guy a white look, pinched a piece of snack and ate it, straightened his clothes, stood up and prepared to leave: "Mr. Kalai, please don't be late for the party. My grandfather has always said that he wants to thank you, but unfortunately he doesn't have time. He hopes to come to the party

We can meet up."

"Leaving now? Let's sit down for a while."

Zuo Lan pretended to stand up to persuade him to stay, but in fact he felt happy in his heart.

Na Zhi took off his coat and put it on in front of the door, and put on a light yellow scarf. Before going out, he turned around and asked, "Is it really that ugly?"

The muscles at the corner of Zuo Lan's mouth twitched. The skirt is not ugly, the scarf is not ugly, and the whole body is not ugly. To be honest, I like the hat with the crooked hat, paired with the vibrant light yellow color, which is a bit playful.

However, when he opened the door earlier, he said all the things he shouldn't have said, and he didn't intend to just cover it up. He immediately proposed an idea: "I'll go find you before the party and personally design an outfit for you. This outfit,

Burned."

The heroic emotion made Na Zhi feel discouraged. She asked herself, is this body really so ugly?

After thinking about it for a while, I gave up, acknowledging that I really had something to learn about dressing.

The two said goodbye.

Zuo Lan sent the stick to the stairs. After returning to the room, he was so happy that he grabbed a book and kissed it hard.

Just when he was happy, there was a knock on the door again. Zuo Lan put down the violated book and ran out to open the door happily.

The door opened, and there was still the girl in the light yellow skirt outside.

Nazhi nodded, placed his hands clasped on his lower abdomen, and said slowly: "Mr. Kalai, I feel extremely unfortunate about what happened to your sister."

The words were left here, and the two of them stood there without saying a word.

After a long time, Nazhi shook his head inexplicably and turned to leave.

Zuo Lan silently closed the door, exhausted all his strength, and lay down on the bed. He lay there for a long time, neither eating nor drinking, nor making any fuss, just lying there.

After this incident, what Wu Peng needed was almost ready. In order to avoid obstacles during transportation, Zuo Lan's convoy left at night. The total number of vehicles was divided into five teams.

These goods were transported in batches to the outskirts not far from the valley, where people sent by Wu Peng would take over the carriages in order to prevent others from knowing where the carriages had gone.

Only gunpowder must be delivered by Zuo Lan personally, and since it is not available this time, it cannot be obtained for the time being.

Forget it if you can't get it, Zuo Lan actually listed out a bill and shamelessly asked Wu Peng to pay.

It’s not that Wu Peng can’t afford the money, he feels that the money was unfairly given to him. It’s a bit unreasonable that you still want money even though he’s obviously helping you with things.

However, Zuo Lan just wanted to say that this was a normal business transaction and what should be given should be given.

Wu Peng calculated the small amount of gunpowder and the bill, and thought in his mind. Since there is no gunpowder, he will make it himself. Since he has no money, he will find a way to make money.

This is all a thing for later. What he has to do now is to work overtime to get a batch of training equipment. With the current daily training, he doesn't have time to do these things.

In addition to these, there is another thing on the agenda. Frequent shooting in that basin. If the sound spreads out, it will definitely be troublesome to be heard. If the news gets into the ears of the Guards, a big search will inevitably happen. This is

What Wu Peng is worried about.

It must be done, and cannot be done randomly. After all, there are several villages around, and there are many people and distractions.

In order to be able to do it, he rode around on horseback, trying to find a place far away from everyone.

After running for a week, he set his sights on an undeveloped hilly area where almost no one had set foot.

If the nobles don't come back, the free people won't come, and the minba has no chance to come.

After the place was determined, Wu Peng rushed back to the training ground in the basin impatiently and called Shabi and several others under the pergola.

He spread out a map, pointed to the determined location and said, "In a week, Lao Sha, you will lead people to attack this place."

The preface didn't match the postscript, and Shabi was confused: "What?"

Because the idea was to be put into practice for the first time, Wu Peng was very excited. He didn't even explain: "There will be a defensive position of 100 people here. You don't have to worry about the lines of defense. You just need to know that your goal is

This thing.”

With that said, Wu Peng took out an egg, it was indeed an egg, and it was his breakfast today.

Several Minba looked at each other, everyone was confused.

Wu Peng didn't give an explanation, and continued to talk to himself: "Find a few trustworthy people to be the referees. They must be upright and upright and blend in with the team. As for the egg, it will be placed in the headquarters of the defensive position."

Several minba looked at each other again, really getting more and more confused as they talked.

Shabi hurriedly asked: "Please tell me clearly, what do you mean?"

"Have you ever heard of drills?"

"Never heard of it."

"That's right."

"What the hell?"

Wu Peng was a little too excited. He calmed down for a long time before taking out two paper-wrapped bullets, randomly loading a rifle, and then pointed the muzzle at the corner of the pergola.

Before the minba people could realize what was going on, the gun went off, the smoke passed, leaving a black mark where the bullet hit, and some small fragments exploded and spattered.

This didn't seem to be an ordinary bullet. Shabi walked over and squatted down, rubbing some black marks on his finger to see.

Wu Peng explained: "This is coal. I also added something to it so that the bullets fired will have no lethality. As long as there is a black mark, you will be shot and killed."

If you keep talking like this, the minpas will go crazy.

Wu Peng could only explain it to them in detail, and also showed the protective clothing he had made, which was painted with white paint.

Everyone was amazed by this bold idea, and finally looked forward to the next so-called .

Wu Peng explained the rules of the : "I will lead a hundred people to set up positions first. You attack and I will defend. If you defeat my troops or get this egg, you will win. Some things to say in advance

, you must be cautious and cautious when marching, and you must not be seen by others."
Chapter completed!