Song Wen kicked the torn baggage on the ground... and a bunch of miscellaneous worthless things fell out with a crash.
"Is this the old liar's thing?"
An Chun cupped his hands and said, "Brother, I felt something was wrong as soon as this old guy came to Wazi Street. It's a pity that Boss Wang and the others were so frightened when they heard that he was my brother's master..."
"Have you asked me clearly what your identity is?"
"He is just an old miscellaneous person who wanders around the world. He has been a Taoist priest. It is not true that he does not give excessive ultimatums! His real name is Wang Dayong, and his nickname is Wang Laogui... but I don't know whether he is true or not. He has been deceiving for many years, but he is not too greedy. He claims that he has no
He has been involved in human life. He stole a few small sums of money by pretending to be a ghost and tricking people into eating and drinking. After coming to Bianliang, he stayed in Beicheng Tudushi Temple for two months. I didn’t know where he stole a Taoist robe. Knowing that my brother was not in Bianliang recently, he wanted to come to Wazi.
Get a vote from the street!"
Song Wen looked through the contents of the torn package, including a yellowed holiday certificate, a few large coins, a few tattered changes of clothes, a few tattered books without covers, and several bottles and jars...
"Um?"
Song Wen found that the cork of a bottle was loose, and some black powder of uneven thickness was sprinkled out...
Song Wen twisted it and found that it was quite dry... Suddenly his heart moved, and he took the torch from An Chun's hand, then grabbed a little powder and sprinkled it on the fire!
Sting! With a breath, a white light flashed and then a pungent smell of burning and white smoke spread out...
"Oh, let me rub it...this is...cough cough...this...vomit cough cough...is this gunpowder?"
An Chun supported Song Wen as he stumbled, tears streaming down his face and sneezing constantly. The two of them lost their torches and escaped from the cave entrance in embarrassment.
"Ahem... Is this a poison gas bomb? This old guy... what does he have in his bag? Ahem... Vomit, cough, cough..."
"Brother, cough cough... This thing seems to be the gunpowder in the army! The kind made of caltrops, thrown under the city to burn people and make smoke... vomit cough cough... I didn't expect this old man to prepare gunpowder..."
After a while, Old Ghost Wang sat on the ground in fear, looking at the two young men with red eyes and evil faces in front of him... One of them was the Wazi Street Turtle God who flew up and kicked the bridge of his nose as soon as they met.
Song Wen!
Old ghost Wang trembled and knelt on the ground, crying: "Mr. Lang! I am an old man who is weak and sick, and I pretend to be your master just want to make a living. For this reason, I went to Erlang Temple to steal some food."
A piece of clean clothes! If you, my lord, have a lot, please spare me...I will never dare to do it again!"
An Chun looked at Song Wen, who looked calm, and ignored the old man.
Old ghost Wang cried for a long time, and even though he said good things, he didn't see any expression or expression from the young man, Xiaoguishen, so he knew that he was really in trouble this time!
Liar, whether you believe him or not, as long as you let him talk to you, you have already lost half the battle! The rest depends on how he makes your heart lose peace. No matter what the emotion is, as long as you are moved or angry...
I've been fooled for seven points.
Song Wen saw that his mouth was dry and his whole body was trembling. His momentum and energy quickly faded away, indicating that this old guy was beginning to despair.
"Old guy, what are you doing here in Bianliang?"
"I, I uncovered the scandal of a wealthy man's wife stealing from someone else. As a result, the evil woman complained first, accusing me of molesting her! How old am I... How can I still have such thoughts?"
"How old are you?"
"I have been wandering around the world for forty years, practicing Taoism..."
"A slap in the face, speaking human language!"
An Chun stepped forward and gave the old man a slap in the face, which made stars appear in his eyes...
"Oh, oh... Lang Jun, spare your life, I know I was wrong! I am fifty-one this year..."
"Why does it look like Eighty-One?"
"Well, if you go hungry and sleep in the open air, you will naturally age quickly."
"Have you ever practiced martial arts?"
"If you know a little basic martial arts, you can deal with three or two common people no problem."
"Why didn't those four or five teenagers resist you when they caught you?"
"This... the name of Langjun Wazi Street Turtle God is too loud, and it's outside the gate of Langjun Village. How can you dare to fight back?"
"One more slap in the face, I will feel bad when I hear the word "turtle god"..."
The old guy was stunned and quickly changed his words: "Ah! I don't know, sir, sir..."
"Snapped!"
"Ouch! Oh my god... Master, spare my life, I don't dare anymore!"
After interrogating him for a long time, Song Wen and An Chun rubbed their eyes and walked out of the cave. They ordered the two young men guarding the cave not to talk to the old guy. Whatever he said would be treated as farts.
After leaving the cave, Song Wen went to several larger caves to check. The place that was originally used as a warehouse shelter by the tenants of Qingshan Village was now being tidied up by teenagers... The largest one had been booked by Song Wen as the Huoshaochun.
It is a production base, building stoves and chimneys, building wine cellars and warehouses. This is one of Song Wen's main ways of making money in the future...no carelessness is allowed.
The huge cave is not very humid yet, but there is indeed a lot of work that needs to be done.
Back in the courtyard, Song Wen placed the bottle of gunpowder on the stone table. Li Yan, who was enjoying the cool weather next to him, glanced at... "What the hell?"
"gunpowder!"
"Huh? The imperial court has banned this thing. Only the Department of Arms has a workshop making this thing. It is used to make trumpets, fire, caltrops, wolf smoke, and other things...it's useless."
Lin Chong nodded: "There are still people who put them in bamboo tubes for setting fire, but they are not practical! In addition to gongs and horns, the army sometimes also uses cannons to clean up the three armies... However, some recipes have leaked out, and they are also used in the market.
It’s fireworks, they look pretty when they spray out!”
Song Wen asked suspiciously: "The imperial court doesn't care?"
Li Yan snorted: "I, the official of the Song Dynasty, are benevolent and will not criticize the people harshly for such a trivial matter..."
Song Wen rolled his eyes: "Since there is a law that prohibits people from hiding private possessions, failing to abide by the law is to condone the corruption of national laws and regulations... This is a small mistake, a big mistake, and inaction!"
"You...nnd...can't beat you! Why are you doing this? If you abide by the law, go to Kaifeng Mansion and surrender yourself!"
Song Wen felt uncomfortable...Why didn't he prepare the data on the ratio of high-efficiency soil and gunpowder in advance? Now this thing is useless, it is of no use, it is just a rare thing, and it is really awkward to use.
convenient.
In fact, all kinds of military equipment during the Song Dynasty were already at the forefront of the world. In addition to navigation, the rest of the individual combat equipment and various bow and string weapons also included strange and weird things like fierce fire oil tanks, fireballs, caltrops, and trumpet guns and meteors.
The styles are all kinds of weird.
It may not be that they are all useful, but the creativity is definitely there... It is a pity that craftsmen and craftsmen are almost the same as lowly slaves throughout the history of the Central Plains!
Domestic slaves still have a slim chance of serving their master well and rising to the sky, but what about craftsmen? No matter how exquisite they make things, they are still low-level craftsmen. Showing good things to the emperor to see the excitement and giving him a few small coins will make him burn high incense! What civil servant
Do the powerful care about these things? What they care about is how to fool the people and how to maintain their superior status...
Therefore, everything is of inferior quality, but only those with high academic qualifications come into being. So... the warriors who protect the family and the country are suppressed into the soil. As for the craftsmen who assist the warriors, they are not considered human beings at all!
After chatting for a while about the martial arts training of the young people in the future, they also planned to arrange for some horses to be left in Qingshan Village so that the young people could learn to ride horses... Song Wen pestered Li Yan to go out and buy some bows and arrows. It would be better to have a few more.
Raising a powerful crossbow...
Li Yan cursed loudly and asked Song Wen to find the Jinnu by himself... What a Jinnu, you bastard, do you want to attack Bianliang?