Chapter 630: Incense

It was late at night, and Jialiang was thinking hard under the oil lamp.

How did Su Mingrun crack this kind of steel armor?

The Crane-shin Crossbow is obviously no longer effective, and the Sky-shattering Thunder? If it were a hand-thrown type, it would be in between.

Jialiang didn't know that the Song Dynasty already had a magical gun.

Tu Qian came over with a thin blanket and gently draped it on Jialiang. Then he knelt down and hugged him tightly from behind.

She knew that this man had a big secret in his heart.

When the governor of Xixia gave him the entire tribe, the man behaved like a wounded and trapped wolf that night.

She once thought that she would die in such a violent storm.

The next day, when the sun shone on his bruises, this man, who was as strong as a bear, howled like a helpless child.

When she struggled to lie on his lap, the man used his fingers to trace the bruises on his body one by one, and then gently applied medicine to himself.

From that day on, this man changed, his appearance became more and more rough, but his heart became more gentle and delicate.

Likewise, it becomes deeper and deeper.

Tugan didn't know his status in this man's mind. He was too busy and had too many things to do, so much that he had never touched other women.

Compared with her previous husband who was only mercenary, shallow and lustful, this man fulfilled all her fantasies about men, and even went far beyond.

Tugan knew that she had fallen in love with him irresistibly, like a moth falling in love with a fire.

Even if he wanted to take her own life, she would give it to him with a smile.

There was a drawing in front of the man. The drawing showed an armored war horse, and immediately behind him was a human figure wearing strange armor.

I heard that playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting was a compulsory course for scholars in the Southern Song Dynasty. This was the first time that Mr. Tuqian knew that his own man could do this.

The man asked in a low voice: "Is Guodong sleeping?"

Tu Qianshi whispered: "Asleep, he has missed you very much these days and wants to hear your stories."

Jia Liang nodded: "Well, I will take him to ride horses tomorrow."

He stretched out his hand and added some grass under the horse in the painting. Jia Liang was basically sure that the attack on the iron kite could only come from the abdomen, which was the only place where the heavy cavalry had no protection.

Without the horse, the infantry wearing fifty kilograms of armor... just leave them there and don't care, they will be finished.

According to the current knowledge of the Song Dynasty's weapons, they have a magical mixed-type weapon and mine.

And this thing requires a spring made of mild steel and a collision fuse. Xixia cannot make these things.

Even the Song army who had this weapon could not be captured. Even if they were captured, it was only after throwing away the hand-thrown thunder.

To develop it on their own, Jialiang felt that the Xixia people had no hope.

The rest is just stealing, but according to reports from spies, these things are only finished products in Weizhou, and the production is in Bianjing.

Bianjing...

He easily put down his brush and returned to his sleeping tent with Tu Qian. A little boy was sleeping soundly, posing as if he didn't recognize his relatives.

Tu Qian covered the little boy with the quilt again, and Jia Liang also lay down, leaning on his side, and Tu Qian looked at his child.

The name Jia Guodong was given by Su You.

The information he gave to the Song Dynasty was transmitted through commercial goods, which required a lot of thinking every time.

There were a lot of supplies from the Song Dynasty, and Su Mingrun always liked to use the blank spaces to insert some information that made him laugh or cry, but was also very touching.

For example, when my child was born, he looked like Wei'er and his nickname was Bian Guan.

For example, I know your wife is pregnant and I want to be your godfather.

For example, if we don't want that child, let's call him Guodong. Okay, no need to reply to this, I've already taken it as your consent...

She was nagging like an old woman, but Jia Liang knew that Su You was afraid that she would have an emotion.

That kind of emotion is called loneliness.

With this mess of information, Jialiang felt that he could still fight for another hundred years.

…

Bianjing, Daxiangguo Temple.

Today is a holiday, and Wen Yanbo accompanied his wife to offer incense.

The prices of combs, silk, linen, and fruits have all increased.

There were a lot of people who looked like deacons in the market, staring at the fruit vendors, and the servants went to inquire. Every day when the vendors finished selling the fruit, those people would immediately take away the tooth money.

Seeing Wen Yanbo frowning deeply, his wife spoke at the side: "I came to worship Buddha today, so I don't want to look downcast."

Wen Yanbo turned around and was too lazy to look again: "It's just nonsense!"

A few days ago, Guo Fengyuan, the official who compiled and revised the imperial edict of the Third Department, deleted the official Shangshu, saying that the Prime Minister should govern everything on behalf of heaven and earth, and should abolish the Privy Council Office and return it to Zhongshu.

He also said that Wang Anshi was the most important minister and assistant, and the imperial court had been established, but he was restrained by the Privy Council. "I am afraid that your majesty appointed Anshi to be unprofessional."

Even if Zhao Xu was stupid and trusted Wang Anshi, he would still know that these words were nonsense, but Wang Anshi also said, "Talents are rare. If you meet the original and know things well, you can try them out."

This kind of person is also called a talent?!

Zhang Shangying, the censor of the power of supervision, submitted a memorial. According to the calendar of the Ministry of Punishment, there was a plague of locusts in various places, and all of them must be captured before the memorial could be submitted.

Nowadays, locusts have begun to appear in Hebei Province. Forty-nine seals were issued. Because they were not completely eradicated, they were sent to the memorial court for non-compliance and thirty-nine seals were returned.

Zhang Shangying's memorial is full of sarcasm and must be exhausted before it can be heard. Only then will you be afraid of repairing it. Your Majesty, I am worried that you will be too late!

Your Majesty is wise after all, and he gave the imperial approval: "Go to the memorial hall and direct all the transportation routes to appease the department. If there is any disaster in the future, I will tell you when I am painting."

Wang Anshi asked His Majesty: "The various pacification departments have unlimited control over matters, so why do they have the time to deal with the situation of disasters and injuries?"

Zhao Xu smiled but did not answer.

Thinking of this, Wen Yanbo couldn't help but sneer, is it stupidity or exaggeration?

The conversation between the lady and the servant soon brought Wen Yanbo's thoughts back to reality. The lady's favorite food was ice and snow in Xue's shop, but the servant looked around and couldn't find it.

The wife asked: "Why? The Xue family has been selling ice and snow for decades, is it considered a time-honored brand?"

The servant replied: "The ice and snow sold by the Xue family are all picked by the old shopkeeper himself in winter. The people from the market say that if you don't buy ice from the market, you can't sell it."

"The old shopkeeper was also adamant. He said that people in Bianjing could trust the quality of Xue's ice and snow. He did not make the ice in Shiyiwu himself. He was afraid of letting down his old customers and smashed the sign, so he closed the store and went back to his hometown."

The lady was a little speechless: "This..."

Then I saw several hawkers being escorted in by the government officials. One hawker was carrying a steamer: "Why? Sir, this is my own homemade cake, why can't I sell it on the street?"

The yamen servant didn't answer, he just smiled and waved.

A clerk walked over and said, "What's the fuss about? From now on, for all business transactions, you must come to Shiyisi. Do you know the scope of Shiyisi? It's just around Yujie."

The hawker smiled apologetically and said: "Master, we are running a small business. My home is in Chongmingmen. It's not a problem to travel so far. You are so generous, so proud..."

The clerk said: "That's it... then you can just pay a few tooth coins and leave. Don't hawk when you get out. From now on, just walk around your home and don't come across the Zhouqiao Bridge. Do you understand?"

Several hawkers hurriedly collected money: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"

After receiving about twenty coins, the clerk turned it over in his hand and said to the two government servants who escorted the people: "You are fellow villagers in the countryside, don't bow your head when you see each other, and don't do things too much. Here is twenty coins,

It’s just tea money for the two of you…”

The two government servants were about to stretch out their hands with playful smiles when they saw the clerk took the money back and turned to a shed and shouted: "Mrs. Zhang family, send two soup drinks to the two policemen, your tooth money

Even if I accept it!”

Mrs. Zhang's wife happily agreed, and the clerk said to the yamen servant: "In the future, you should do less of this kind of thing, and you can accumulate some virtue..."

After saying that, he shook his head, ignored the two stupid government servants, and went back to the workshop and shed with his hands behind his back.

Wen Yanbo also shook his head, looking at this scene of life in Bianjing City, he couldn't help but feel a bit dumbfounded.

Wen Yanbo was a disciple of Confucianism. Even though he was influenced by Long Changqi, he was just like Su You. He only accepted theories and it was impossible to worship Buddha.

So when his wife went to offer incense, he slipped into the abbot of the great monk Daolong to drink tea.
Chapter completed!