Xu Yitian, Chen Zhiang and others gathered around the fishing boat, and a group of people gathered around to collect the fish.
Zhao Mingcheng walked up to Chen Shaonian and said, "Coach, let's eat fish tonight. Let's leave tomorrow."
The barracks were almost flooded, which was no small crime. In front of outsiders, Chen Shaonian always had to teach Zhao Mingcheng a lesson.
Chen Shaonian said with a dark face, "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. You are so busy, I will assign you to the gangtou camp when you come back."
"Haotouying, I don't dare to do that."
"You almost destroyed my barracks, and what else do you dare to do?"
"You need to light a fire to cook. I'm afraid the kitchen will burn down. My qualifications are mediocre, so let me be a foot soldier."
Xu Yitian came over and said, "I think you still underestimate me. If you go to the kitchen, you will burn down the barracks sooner or later."
Everyone laughed in agreement.
The sunset was approaching, and the recruit camp was busy. The recruits gathered together and were busy making fish and drinking fish soup.
Chen Shaonian happily drank two bowls of soup and felt a little stuffed, so he went out for a walk along the path. But when he almost reached the edge of the kitchen, he unexpectedly saw a plow mark on the high ground behind the firewood pile in the kitchen, and there were also
There was a shovel and some firewood.
He vaguely felt something strange, but when he looked down, he saw dug-out messes everywhere.
Recently, there has been a lot of commotion in the army because of the loss of a soldier. When Chen Shaonian saw it, he naturally stepped forward to investigate.
He leaned over to look and saw a length of rope on the edge of the mud pit, which was also tied into a loop.
Chen Shaonian looked down, only a few steps away, and there was the pier.
The wharf is a place for washing clothes and cooking. It is next to the river, which is divided from the lake.
Just a few steps away is a large pond with a boat next to it.
Chen Shaonian frowned, but then he sighed helplessly. He picked up the rope without saying a word, put it in his arms, pretended to take a walk, returned to his room, and quietly threw the rope into the basin.
Burned to ashes.
Although Zhao Mingcheng let the man go, he also made a mistake that only prisoners make. He went back to see the crime scene again.
When I came to the edge of the mound, I found some clear footprints lined up next to it.
Zhao Mingcheng put his hands on his hips and looked at the blue sky above his head, "God, please don't mess with me!"
In order to eliminate the traces, Zhao Mingcheng buried the pit, and then asked the new recruits who had been here for three to five days to pick up firewood and pile up the firewood pile.
Finally the area was covered.
Chen Shaonian lived in the wing room and watched from a distance as Zhao Mingcheng "bullied the small" with his big one, and Xu Yitian and Chen Zhiang were still following him "helping the emperor to do evil", and his eyes were filled with smiles unknowingly.
The next morning, this group of people was really taken away by the new coach sent by Marin.
Unfortunately, Zhao Mingcheng and others had just been taken away, and his two brothers came to look for him again. This time they planned to have a frank and honest talk with Zhao Mingcheng.
"After all, this kind of thing is not a shameful thing, as long as you still have feelings for the woman."
In the Tang and Song Dynasties, there were always prostitutes in the homes of high-ranking officials.
"Boy, Zhao Mingcheng has gone to the Bow and Crossbow Making Institute."
“Where to go and what to do?”
"Of course I do hard work and make rocket powder."
After replying, the man left without looking back.
It's a coincidence that the three brothers of the Zhao family have had teachers who taught them since they were young. They have read poems and books since they were young. When encountering this kind of situation, they naturally have to recite poems and compose poems. They like to talk about things, and when faced with this kind of big brother, they often argue
I just find it interesting that I can't see my little brother for the first time.
The two of them were on vacation today, so they walked together in the mountains and forests in the countryside.
Literati are always interested in this kind of elegant taste.
Driving a carriage and wandering in the mountains and forests, accompanied by his brothers, the two of them sang poems and lyrics.
The wild flowers on both sides of the bank are in full bloom along the way, and the scenery is very beautiful.
"It's a pity. There's no wine. It's a pity."
As luck would have it, while walking down the mountain road for a few miles, Zhao Sicheng suddenly saw a man with bruised skin looking at him.
"What the hell! Brother, save me!"
Zhao Sicheng was so frightened that he jumped behind Zhao Cuncheng.
"What's wrong? I was so surprised."
"look."
Zhao Sicheng pointed to the right side of the car, in a forest, and sure enough, a head was exposed on the bushes.
When Zhao Cuncheng saw it, he yelled crazily, "Help! What a ghost!"
Zhao Cuncheng was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly.
Zhao Sicheng was naturally speechless when he saw Zhao Cuncheng like this.
The two brothers calmed down and then asked, "Where can there be ghosts in broad daylight?"
Zhao Sicheng got off the carriage and went to find out.
As a result, when they got closer, they saw that it was a living person. But this person stood in front of them, but he was very scared, and his clothes were ragged, as if he was asking for help, but he was hesitant.
The two brothers were not good people. Seeing this scene, Zhao Sicheng said, "Since we haven't seen Mingcheng, we might as well go down the mountain."
"Mingcheng, Zhao Mingcheng——"
Zhang Yaotian remembered that when he was on the boat, someone called that person that.
After hearing this, the two brothers walked back this way.
If you know your younger brother, you can't ignore him.
But no matter how the two brothers asked, Zhang Yaotian didn't say anything. Zhang Yaotian was so hungry that he fainted and fell to the ground.
Two brothers, you look at me and I look at you.
Zhao Cuncheng said, "At first glance, this person escaped from the military camp. If we have to take care of him, I'm afraid he will be in trouble again in the future."
"He knows Defu's name. Maybe Defu is also involved with him."
Zhao Cuncheng had no choice but to drag Zhang Yaotian into the carriage.
But Zhao Mingcheng was taken to the Song Dynasty Bow and Arrow Making Institute. Four years ago, Zhenzong Tianxi called the North and South Arrow Making Institute two warehouses.
But the people at the Archery Institute followed the previous habit and still called it "Erku".
Zhao Mingcheng was familiar with the history of the late Qing Dynasty when the great powers humiliated China, and he had a special obsession with China's ancient technological backwardness.
Ever since he heard that the Song Dynasty had rockets, he had always wanted to see the Song Dynasty's gunpowder weapons.
This opportunity today is truly unique.
But as new recruits, they didn't have the opportunity to come into contact with things like gunpowder. They could only cut bamboo by the side, prepare a special potion, put it in a large vat, and then put the bamboo in it.
Wait until it has been left for three to five days, then take the bamboo out and dry it in the sun. This way the bamboo will be easier to preserve and will not crack easily.
Assembling the gunpowder inside is a matter for professional craftsmen, and it is not their turn.
Zhao Mingcheng did not see the finished product, but worked hard for five days. Naturally, he was unwilling to give in.
However, the gunpowder magazine manufacturing workshop is very strictly controlled. Each process is independent and is assigned a small yard. There are people strictly guarding the yards day and night.
Seeing these scenes, Zhao Mingcheng finally saw what a national department should look like.
Although he didn't see it this time, at least Zhao Mingcheng knew that the Song Dynasty was not completely ruined at this time.
In other words, the Han world can still be saved at this time.