Follow General Cao to mix the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 49 The gift of the old fool
Wang Hou has old friends in the big man flicker world?
It seems that there is one!Confusedly following Wang Ganzi down the mountain, looking at the intersection, Wang Hou's eyeballs immediately widened like glass balls, full of disbelief, and he screamed in astonishment.

"Old Yu, why are you here?"

Wearing a gray-blue Taoist robe, his white hair was neatly tied up, his gray beard spread wildly, and he pretended to be thirteen. The old man sitting cross-legged on the bullock cart was not Yu Ji or someone else. ?Hearing Wang Hou's astonished yell, the old guy finally opened his eyes, and smiled.

"Wang Lingguan, I won't see you in ten days, how have you been?"

The Master said: "If you have friends coming from afar, you should not greet them!"After exchanging a few words at the foot of the mountain, under Wang Hou's "invitation", Yu Ji and ordinary apprentices strolled happily into Wang Hou's one-acre three-point land.

The old guy can be considered a celebrity even if he is unemployed, even if he is unemployed, he has a lot of ostentation. Twenty or so disciples, big and small, are driving a dozen or so ox carts, and each ox cart is pulling heavy boxes. I don’t know if it’s true The Coptis chinensis I saw last time, the wheels were pressed against the slag-smeared Heishan mountain road, creaking and creaking, and the tenants who worked along the road were very curious. Looking around, there are more people, this old magic stick He said the Taoist name again with a fairy-like appearance, which made the tenants stunned.

When they arrived at the mine halfway up the mountain, Yu Ji took two apprentices to carry a big box, and followed Wang Hou into his small lying room. He threw the box on the kang, and the old guy sat cross-legged on the top of the kang, enjoying himself very much. The typical appearance of Northeast silver in the later generations, after a few seconds of roasting, Yu Ji clasped his fists and bowed with emotion.

"Before Xuchang in the future, I heard people tell about the beauty of Wang Lingguan's spring bed. I saw it today, and it really deserves the reputation! When the old Taoist traveled to Liaodong, he couldn't sleep on a cold winter day. If he could fit Wang Lingguan's spring bed, he would go to the bitter cold place. The earth shouldn't be so difficult! Lingguan really has a seven-apertured exquisite heart."

"Yu Lao Miao praised it!"

It was also polite to return the salute, Wang Hou asked curiously again: "I don't know what you can do when the old man comes to the humble house?"

"Oh! When we parted a few days ago, didn't the commander give the old man a hexagram of evil? The old man went back to watch the stars at night and deduced the changes of the Zhou Dynasty, which further confirmed the hexagram of the commander. The ants are greedy for life, so why not the old man! So this year The old man will not go south, and intends to bother Ling Guan for a year, and then he will be in Xudu!"

"Forehead……"

Wang Hou's cheeks were a little twitching, and he felt like he was shooting himself in the foot with a stone. Good guy, Yu Ji won't go to die, but will be living in his house for nothing. This old Taoist is a burnt alchemist For Qian's work, he was unwilling to offer such a great god at home for no reason, with a smile on his face, Wang Hou pretended to be a smile, but hurriedly waved his hands again and again.

"When Mr. Yu comes, I am really full of splendor! But the humble house is poor, and I am really afraid that I will neglect Mr. Yu, then Wang will be guilty of a great crime!"

"Haha, Commander, don't need to worry. If you live in poverty and live in the open, you can have a meal to satisfy your hunger, and a couch to sleep soundly is enough! What's more, Wang Lingguang's place is as warm as spring. Compared with coming all the way, it is already much better!"

Ok!Yu Ji had a smile on his face, and he was stuck here after all, but just when Wang Hou was full of depression, the old guy waved his hand to the side with a smile, pointed at the box and said with a smile.

"By the way, didn't the commander ask the old man about saltpeter and sulfur last time? This time, the old Taoist went to Huangshi Mountain, and specially asked fellow Taoists for half a box of saltpeter and half a box of sulfur, and brought it specially for the commander!"

After saying one sentence, Wang Hou was so scared that he almost lost his breath. Good guy, he was on the kang with tens of degrees of heat, and the kang was covered with tens of catties of gunpowder. If it exploded, I don’t know. Which dynasty has to blow him up again, the Han Dynasty has already fallen behind, he doesn't want to experience the life of a primitive man again, Yu Ji is confused, Wang Hou sadly dragged the old man's hand to roll and crawl After leaving the house, he slipped out 30 meters in one breath. Seeing that the house was not blown up, he broke out in sweat, turned around and bowed sadly.

"I would like to thank Mr. Yu for your kindness and virtue, and thank you for your eight generations of ancestors!"

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Dinner is egg sauce stewed hand-rolled noodles!Sitting on the top of the kang, the dignified gods are like bumpkins who have never seen the world, the chopsticks are like the wind, and they almost swallowed their tongues. Wang Hou shook his head in pity, the ancients are suffering!I have never seen anything in the world, and I have never eaten anything delicious.

Only for a moment of pity, Wang Hou became a little headache again. Yu Ji is not an ordinary person. His reputation is strong enough to make Sun Ce fearful. killed him!Wang Hou really has no idea whether taking in this old flicker by himself will arouse Boss Cao's fear.

Can you not take it in?It's a trivial matter to tear up face with Yu Ji. Sulfur and saltpeter are in the hands of alchemists and Taoists these days. It will be even more difficult if Wang Hou wants to get gunpowder in the future!
Tomorrow, go to Mr. Cao to make a report and then talk about it!
"Wang Lingguan, I'm adding a bowl of noodles to Poor Dao!"

In a daze, a pot of boiled eggs and stewed noodles was completely wiped out by this old man with a few apprentices. No wonder Yu Ji is so strong and edible at this age!Confused for a while, Wang Hou quickly raised his voice.

"Old Fu, add more food!!!"

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It seems that Mr. Cao's situation is much bigger than that of Jiangdong's little overlord Sun Ce. By reporting work, Wang Hou carefully reported that Xia Yuji would rent his "cold house" for more than a year. Unexpectedly, Cao Cao didn't care. Maoshi answered impatiently and turned over.

This matter has been fooled, but Wang Hou was relieved. In the morning, he pretended to be enthusiastic about his work and went for a stroll around the empty Taicang. Sneaked home and waited to collect the money.

But as soon as he returned to the mine, Yu Ji disappeared. After asking Wang Ganzi, the old guy was not afraid of smell, so he took his apprentice to Niujia Village to actually inspect Wang Hou's biogas digester. This Taoist leader cared a lot, so he chose to give up going south to Wuyue and come to Wang Hou to see if his reincarnation of grains is reliable.

As long as the old guy doesn't lift weights to rebel and preach that the sky is dead, Huang Tian will stand!Wang Hou let him go, he didn't need to worry about this old man, he could continue to work on his career again.

This mine is also quite lively, because the first batch of military equipment has been forged, and when it comes time to distribute, the private soldiers of the aristocratic family are stronger than the peasants who have been conscripted, and most of them are stronger here, because according to the law of the Han Dynasty In fact, the peasant soldiers who are conscripted need to prepare their own weapons and armor. The quality of weapons and armor in the world varies, and they are far less stable and reliable than those produced in batches by big aristocratic families.

The granting of weapons is also a very ceremonial thing in the feudal era. Just like the Japanese warriors in later generations had the right to cross the sword but the commoners did not. Although they were still slaves with weapons, their social status was higher than that of tenant farmers. , and although the [-]th military merit and other noble systems left by the Qin Dynasty have already become nameless under the impact of the rise of the great aristocratic family and the investigation system, but with military exploits on the battlefield, there is still a chance to get rid of this slave status and get their own Even if he still has to rely on Wang Hou, the lord, to continue his allegiance to Feng Tian, ​​he is still the lowest level of a gentry master!

So Wang Fu didn't dare to issue them privately, and waited until Wang Hou came back, and then transported the weapons to the side of the earthen platform in the small school grounds, and Wang Hou handed them out one by one.

It’s really a sense of ceremony. This Wang Fu rolls his name, and the other side has a fairly well-organized trilogy team lined up one by one. In front of the earthen platform, he kneels down in a military salute. Wang Hou holds the armor and the ring head knife in both hands , the recipient of the armor kowtowed to report his name, and immediately kowtowed to thank the lord for granting the armor, and then went down with the armor. As for the long halberd, it was long and heavy, and it had no meaning, and it was not separated from the sword much. After receiving it, just go directly to the long weapon shelf to get it.

Strictly speaking, Wang Hou's armor is not considered plate armor, it is just a whole piece of hydraulic forged armor on the chest, and the belly is a lath armor sewn from long armor similar to the belly of a lobster. The back has a similar design, but Wang Hou is much more stingy in terms of defense on the arms and legs. Like Mr. Cao's tiger and leopard cavalry, the armor is all the way to the wrist, and there are quite a lot of armor hanging from the thighs. Crotch defense, Wang Hou doesn't have these at all, his newly baked nails are like two turtle shells.

However, compared to the mainstream armored scale armor and leather armor of this era, Wang Hou's armor maintains a relatively light weight and at the same time strengthens the defense to the greatest extent. With halberds, bows, arrows and sabers, a knight in heavy armor needs to carry about 26 kilograms, but Wang Hou's tortoise shell is only about 25 kilograms, and the halberd, small round shield and knife are only [-] kilograms, less A weight of fifteen kilograms means that you can maintain more physical strength on the battlefield and fight for a longer period of time.

With 84 new recruits and nine tiger and leopard riders, it still took Wang Hou two hours to confer the armor. He buckled the newly issued tortoise shell armor on his body, tied the belt on the left rib, and dangled it for about three meters. The long halberd, Wang Congge, who had seen it before, obviously didn't take it seriously, but those newcomers were full of novelties, and from time to time they would stab with a long halberd, pull out the ring head knife and play twice, just for fun. Very happy.

It's just that these rookies don't know it, they've got a real guy, and starting tomorrow, the training will have to be a little harder!
In the afternoon, it was a holiday. To cultivate the pride and identity of the soldiers, they had to make them feel that they were superior to their fellow villagers who were farming. With the new weapons, Wang Hou rarely showed kindness, and waved his hands. They went home to show off.

After finishing his work here, Wang Hou got into the room next to the small barracks, opened the box that Yu Ji brought to him yesterday, and opened it next to the window, and a sulfur smell came over his face immediately.

I have to admire the ancient alchemists, and I don’t know what kind of means this alchemist of the alchemy has never faced. The two boxes of saltpeter and sulfur in the box are extremely pure, and the color is black and yellow. There are two boxes of stuff, but Wang Hou's face is full of entanglement.

The golden ratio of black gunpowder in later generations is fifteen to two to three, but here there is more saltpeter and sulfur on one side, adding up to a total of more than 20 kilograms. When configured as gunpowder, even if one gram is not wasted, it can only be configured for more than [-] kilograms A little gunpowder, Wang Hou equipped with gunpowder to explode the ore, this thing is a drop in the bucket, even if there is more, according to Yu Ji's supply, it is estimated that it will not be able to meet Wang Hou's demand for mining iron ore.

But throw it away like this?What a pity!Scratching his ears and cheeks like a monkey, he circled the box several times, closed the lid heavily, and Wang Hou turned around and slipped back into the blacksmith's shop.

There, just finished making Xiahoudun's saber, Wang Yuan didn't even take a break, and continued to forge the next sword with the hammer. I really don't know if his ancestors have the blood of the general Mo Xie.

However, he raised the hammer high, and before the wheel went down, there was a sudden stop, and there was a sound behind him. The force was useless, and it almost made him stretch out with a protruding disc in his waist, full of pain. Depressedly, he put the hammer aside, and watched Wang Hou come in in a hurry. Wang Yuan couldn't get angry, he could only hold a fist with a face full of muscles.

"Master, what do you order?"

"Can you fight these!"

Already drawing the blueprints, Wang Hou pushed the yellowed paper over excitedly, took it in astonishment, glanced at it twice, and Wang Shenjiang asked again in astonishment.

"Master, what are you doing with so many iron pipes?"

"Ask if you can make a call, why so many calls!"

"This one, I really haven't played it before, you can study it!"

With a frowning face, Wang Yuan slapped his callused palm in a tangled up manner.

(End of this chapter)