"Are you kidding me?" Upon hearing that he was sent to the city government guest house, the middle-aged man's expression changed, and he raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Zhang Junping.
"Brother, why are you kidding me? I live in a government guest house, so of course I have to send my things to the guest house." Zhang Junping's face also darkened.
How dare you point a gun at yourself. If you were afraid of breaking those jars, Zhang Junping would have wanted to take out the AK47 and beat them all to pieces.
In Zhang Junping's heart, those jars are worth more than the lives of these people.
The sky is blue and waiting for misty rain.
Jay Chou sang about blue and white porcelain, but in fact, this lyric describes the azure glaze of Ru kiln in the Song Dynasty.
It is said that the azure glaze was created by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty who had a dream about this color.
So I asked the Ru kiln craftsmen to bake it: and used the words: after the rain, the sky is clear and the clouds are clear to describe the color.
In the end, the diligent and intelligent potter successfully produced the color of clear clouds after rain.
And named it Azure.
This is the origin of azure glaze.
The Ru kiln azure glaze of the Song Dynasty only had a short period of twenty years from the creation of this glaze color to the end, so this kind of porcelain is very rare in the world.
In later generations, during the Ming and Qing dynasties, azure glazes were imitated, but they could not achieve the purity of Ru kilns.
The azure glaze imitated in the Ming Dynasty was bluish in color.
The azure glaze imitated by the Qing Dynasty is bluish and sky blue.
Therefore, later generations have a saying that the azure glaze began in the Song Dynasty and the azure glaze began in the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty.
As for these jars, Zhang Junping is 80% certain that they are large azure-glazed jars with lids from the Ru Kiln of the Song Dynasty.
"Besides, it's very rude to point a gun at people at all times..." As he spoke, some of the five young people used the bodies of the five young people to dodge to the side of the middle-aged man.
He grabbed the middle-aged man's gun-holding wrist, exerted force on his hand, and said, "Let go!"
As a result, middle-aged men are not good at it either.
He let go of the gun and used his other hand to punch Zhang Junping in the ear.
Zhang Junping stretched out his hand to block the attack, then took a step forward and pressed his iron knee against the middle-aged man's stomach.
Immediately afterwards, he turned around and pushed the middle-aged man to the ground, with his arms tied behind his back.
After completely subduing the middle-aged man, Zhang Junping let go of him, picked up the double-barreled shotgun on the ground, walked back to the Eight Immortals table, and sat down.
"For how many years, no one dared to point a gun at me!
If you dare to shoot me, you will be the first one alive."
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man stared at Zhang Junping with an ugly expression.
"I said, I am just a foreigner on a business trip.
You sell something and I buy something. Isn’t it fair trade?
Do you have to make a business without capital?" Zhang Junping sneered and shook his head.
"This..." The middle-aged man was speechless.
The middle-aged man is a hunter. He is accustomed to the law of the jungle where the jungle prevails. He can do business without capital. Who is willing to take the trouble to do a fair transaction?
But who would have known that a seemingly gentle and wealthy foreigner he met in Pigeon Market would turn out to be a ruthless person.
"What are you planning to do today?" Zhang Junping looked at the middle-aged man and asked with a smile.
"I admit defeat today, please make a clear path!" the middle-aged man said through gritted teeth.
"If I guess correctly, you have something to do with the border guards on both sides, right?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.
"You..." The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he looked at Zhang Junping with horror.
"What am I?" Zhang Junping smiled brightly, "I know there are many places where we can go around to the other side.
But that kind of road is not easy to walk.
You go over and come back with the prey. After all the trouble, you might as well be hunting here.
So, you must have something to do with both sides.
Don't worry, I'm not from the special department, and I won't care about your "nonsense things."
I just want you to help me deliver a letter to the other side."
"Send the letter to the other side?" the middle-aged man muttered, then seemed to think of something, and his face instantly turned very ugly.
In an instant, the middle-aged man had already completed Zhang Junping's identity in his mind.
A double-headed eagle spy, a traitor who betrayed the country and nation.
I want to pass information to the other side through myself.
The middle-aged man's eyes turned to fear when he looked at Zhang Junping, with fear mixed with contempt.
If he could not defeat Zhang Junping, he would have wanted to tie Zhang Junping up immediately and hand him over to the government.
Then I started to worry again, if I don’t agree, will the other party silence me?
Just when the middle-aged man was struggling, Zhang Junping saw what the middle-aged man was thinking, so he smiled and explained: "Okay, don't think about it, I am a buyer for the Materials Bureau.
I want to make a deal with the other party.
You also know that at this time, our relationship with the Double-Headed Eagle continues to deteriorate.
It's not convenient for me to go there. Even if I go there, I still can't enter the bird market.
Therefore, I ask for your help and send a letter to the other side and give it to Petrovich, the commander of the garrison in Bird City.
You can read the letter I wrote, use your own paper, and write it in front of you.
So you don't have to worry about anything.
You can even hand it over to the relevant departments for review."
"How do you know that I have a relationship with the other person?" the middle-aged man asked blankly.
"If I can't guess again, I'm either blind or stupid." Zhang Junping pointed at one of the young people and said.
Among the five young people, there was a double-headed eagle.
Of course, now they belong to the Double-Headed Eagle tribe, a minority group.
The middle-aged man blushed, but then argued: "He is from the two-headed eagle tribe, what does this prove?"
"Prove that you have a chance to reach the person on the other side through him.
Otherwise, how would you get back so many large prey?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
In fact, Zhang Junping was just blind at first, but the middle-aged man's uncertain eyes and changing expression proved Zhang Junping's suspicion.
It can only be said that although the middle-aged man is a ruthless character, he is not a well-established actor.
"I don't know if I can deliver the letter. One of Zhang Mingfu's cousins is an officer in the Double Headed Eagle opposite.
But he is just a small officer.
I met Zhang Mingfu's father once when we were hunting across the street." The middle-aged man finally became honest and began to talk about his relationship with the double-headed eagle.
"What about our side?"
"On our side, a man from our village serves as the company commander..."
"Yeah!" Zhang Junping was silent for a while after listening to the middle-aged man's statement.
Then he said: "Let's go, take me to your house to see you."
"This is my home!"
"Haha, I told you, don't play tricks on me." Zhang Junping looked at the middle-aged man and sneered: "My patience is limited, don't push me!
Didn't you plan to throw me into the river to feed the fish before?
I guess the fish in the river won’t mind eating a few more meals.”
"What on earth do you want to do?" The middle-aged man was forced to collapse by Zhang Junping.
"Don't do anything, just recognize the door so that you don't have to play tricks on me.
Help me deliver the letter honestly, and it will benefit you later!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
At this time, Zhang Junping's smile seemed more terrifying to the middle-aged man than the devil.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Chapter two
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
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