Chapter 173: You Can Kill Chang'an Jun Today
It was late at night.
Dozens of fast horses rushed out from the four city gates of Xinzheng: east, south, west and north.
On the top of the East City Gate, the man who had delivered the letter to Zhang Liang was clinging to the wall bricks, calmly watching the horses galloping under the city gate.
"Mr. County Magistrate, would you like me to restrict the Zhang family from traveling?"
Behind him, an officer in black armor clasped his fists and asked for instructions.
The man was called the County Governor by the military officer. This day was the eighth day since the man arrived in Xinzheng .
The man who had just arrived in Xinzheng eight days ago became the mayor of Xinzheng County. He smiled and shook his head, brushed the dust off his sleeves, turned around and went down the city wall.
“No need.”
"only."
The Xinzheng County Magistrate touched his chin with an expectant look in his eyes.
The young master was afraid that the new county governor would send troops to target your Zhang family, so he asked me to be the governor of Xinzheng County.
I am not here to restrict you, but to enable you to fully develop.
Zhang Liang, you are called a wise man even before you enter the palace. Please don't let the young master down.
You have to last two months out of the three months to be worthy of the title of wise man.
Zhang family secret room .
Zhang Liang arrived with steady steps, neither hurried nor slow.
When the craftsmen saw Zhang Liang arriving, they all stood up to show their respect - since ancient times, those who gave money were the bosses.
Zhang Liang had a faint smile on his face, a modest and gentle gentleman like jade. He first asked how everyone had been doing in the past few days and showed concern for the craftsmen's daily lives.
These few words warmed the hearts of the craftsmen, and they kept saying that everything was fine at the Zhang family and they felt no discomfort.
Zhang Liang nodded.
"That's good. If you have any needs, please let me know. I will do my best to solve them for you."
After greeting, Zhang Liang did not pretend to be just passing by, but said frankly: "I heard that you have made some progress on the paper. Can I take a look?"
When the craftsmen heard this, which normally should have been a step to ask for credit and reward, they all looked a little embarrassed, stammered when speaking, and were unable to open their mouths.
Seeing this, Zhang Liang felt a little disappointed. It didn't look like there was any progress.
He smiled faintly and said, "It's okay. It's not even ten days yet . It's already difficult to ask you to return the favor based on just a piece of paper. You have a bad conscience and actually believed the servant's nonsense. Liang will punish him now."
After saying the comforting words, Zhang Liang was about to turn around and leave. If he stayed here, it would only embarrass the craftsmen.
"Sir, wait a minute!"
The old craftsman, who was quite prestigious among the craftsmen, stretched out his hand and called Zhang Liang.
Zhang Liang stopped and gently said to the old craftsman, "Is there anything else, old man?"
The old craftsman sighed and looked around at the craftsmen present.
"There is indeed progress, please take a look, sir!"
The old craftsman took out a piece of light green paper from under the table. It was the size of an adult's palm and as thin as a cicada's wing.
Its surface feels slightly rough when touched, and is 95% similar to the sample paper except for the color.
Zhang Liang took a closer look, then quickly stepped forward and threw himself on the table.
Zhang Liang touched the paper with his hand, turned it over and over, and felt the almost imperceptible weight in his hand. The always calm Zhang Liang's eyes flashed with surprise.
"Pen!"
The servant handed a brush dipped in thick ink to Zhang Liang.
Zhang Liang picked up his brush and wrote the word "Han" in Korean on the green paper.
The ink stains were condensed and did not disperse, and were so clear on the green paper that the joy on Zhang Liang's face became even stronger.
"Okay, okay, this paper can also be tied to the bird's feet to convey a message!"
Zhang Liang was very excited, but the craftsmen around him all looked embarrassed and showed no joy at all.
"I wonder which master made this paper. How complicated is this paper craft? How many can be produced in a day?"
After Zhang Liang determined the quality of green paper, he immediately became concerned about its output.
But no matter how much green paper was produced, Zhang Liang was already very satisfied.
It can completely replace the delivery of messages by horses.
If there is little, then it will only be used for important intelligence.
Zhang Liang didn't consider the cost issue at all.
The items he provided to these craftsmen these days were worth half a gold coin.
The amount of half a gold is a huge fortune for ordinary people, but it is just a drop in the bucket for the Zhang family.
The Zhang family can afford to exchange half a gold coin for a piece of green paper the size of an adult's palm.
The old craftsman was about to speak when a tall and strong craftsman, who was eight feet tall, spoke first.
"It's very complicated. I spent eight days and a lot of effort to restore the paper you mentioned. Now that the steps are known, making paper is not that difficult.
"If you want, we can make one in five days. You said that you would give each of us 100 gold coins when the paper is ready. Now the paper is ready, where is the gold?"
Zhang Liang turned his head slightly, looked at the servant behind him with his peripheral vision, and said, "Ask the accountant to bring me five thousand gold coins. I want..."
"Asshole!"
Without waiting for Zhang Liang to finish speaking, the old craftsman raised his white eyebrows, his hair and beard stood up, and he raised the walking stick in his hand and hit the tall craftsman.
The crutch made a sound of breaking through the air when it was swung in the air, which showed that this was no joke.
Zhang Liang was standing next to the old craftsman. With his quick eyes and hands, he grabbed the wrist of the old craftsman's crutch and snatched the crutch from his hand.
"What do you mean, old man?"
The old craftsman was panting. He first pointed angrily at the tall craftsman, and then pointed at all the craftsmen around him.
Most of the craftsmen who were pointed at by the old man lowered their heads with embarrassment on their faces.
"You have disgraced the craftsman! The contract clearly states that if we can imitate the paper, the Zhang family will give each of us 100 gold coins. What does this green paper have to do with you? How dare you ask the Zhang family to pay 5,000 gold coins..."
The old craftsman was extremely angry, spitting everywhere, and cursed all the craftsmen present.
Zhang Liang finally understood the whole story after hearing the old man's scolding.
It turned out that the green paper was not made by the craftsmen present, but by a Mohist knight who passed by Xinzheng.
In ancient times, it was almost impossible to reverse engineer the manufacturing process based on a tiny piece of sample paper.
The craftsmen studied for several days without any progress. They looked at the small piece of sample paper with frowns on their faces, and their time in a daze became longer and longer.
The tall craftsman went out to relax when he was intercepted and robbed by land rogues in a small alley.
Fortunately, a Mohist knight passed by and came to the rescue of the tall craftsman.
The tall craftsman survived the robbery and wanted to invite the knight to his brothel to repay his kindness, and the knight readily agreed.
The two of them were toasting each other, and perhaps because they were drinking too much, the ranger moved too much and something fell from his arms.
When the tall craftsman saw it, his drunkenness immediately subsided by three points. It turned out to be a piece of paper, a piece of paper that, except for the color, was not much different from the papers he had seen in the past few days.
The tall craftsman immediately asked what the green paper was, as he had never seen it before and it might be a gift to him.
The Ranger shook his head in refusal.
Just when the tall craftsman was feeling lost, the ranger said that he could not give him green paper not because it was expensive, but because he was away from home and had no time or leisure to make paper.
He told the tall craftsman about the materials and craftsmanship of making green paper. After the tall craftsman sent the ranger away, he came back and informed the other craftsmen.
After everyone tried it, they actually made green paper.
When the servant saw this, he immediately ran to report to Zhang Liang, which led to what happened.
Zhang Liang learned from the old craftsman's curses that the raw materials for making green paper were green paper. He hurriedly stopped the old craftsman who had not yet finished cursing and asked, "Can this paper be made of bamboo?"
The old craftsman was still angry, but facing Zhang Liang of the Zhang family, he tried his best to hide his anger and said calmly, "Yes."
“Are there any restrictions on the types of bamboo?”
"bamboo."
Moso bamboo is not an expensive species and is widely planted, and Zhang Liang was delighted.
Seeing this, the old craftsman told Zhang Liang another good news.
"With the craftsmanship that the ranger gave us, it shouldn't require bamboo. Materials like hemp, bark, and solid wood should also work."
Zhang Liang looked at the old craftsman with shining eyes.
"How sure are you, old man?"
“Ninety percent.”
"Okay! Then I'll ask you to supervise everything here. Why haven't you sent the five thousand gold yet?"
Zhang Liang's words were interrupted just now, and the servant stood there without passing on any message for Zhang Liang.
After hearing what Zhang Liang said, his legs trembled and his lips quivered.
"Little, little man, I haven't said it yet."
"Then hurry up!"
"only!"
The old craftsman did not stop him this time. Instead, he waited for the servant to run away in panic and said with a guilty look on his face, "This is not our credit. We cannot take the five thousand gold coins!"
Zhang Liang asked the old craftsman to take out the contract, and the old craftsman did so.
Zhang Liang pointed to the three big words "仿出纸" written on the contract.
"As long as you can imitate the paper, no matter how you imitate it, the Zhang family will give each of you 100 gold coins."
The old craftsman was so moved that he burst into tears and fell to the ground.
"I'm ashamed!"
Soon, the one hundred gold distributed by the Zhang family fell into the pockets of every craftsman.
Zhang Liang urged the craftsmen to work hard and produce paper as soon as possible, and then left.
The cracking of paper means a significant update of intelligence information, which means that the time Zhang Liang takes to obtain information will be increased tenfold, and that Zhang Liang will have to rearrange many things.
The craftsmen counted their hundreds of gold coins over and over again, feeling as if they were dreaming.
"Remember, don't play tricks in front of a giant like the Zhang family! Although a hundred gold coins are good, you need a life to spend them!"
Seeing that everyone was agitated, the old craftsman slammed his cane hard and gave them a stern warning.
It was not until the old craftsman reminded them that all the craftsmen realized that they had just been through the gates of hell, and they were all scared to death and broke out in cold sweats.
This was especially true of the tall craftsman who brought back the green paper-making technique and lied to Zhang Liang. He looked as if he had been pulled out of water.
If the old craftsman had not stopped him just now, he would have deceived Zhang Liang, which would have been equivalent to deceiving the Zhang family.
In Korea, if commoners like them dared to deceive the Zhang family, they would die without knowing how they died.
Han land, Yiyang.
There were dozens of pedestrians on one street, going in and out of various shops.
This street is home to many wine shops, brothels, and inns, and attracts a large number of outsiders.
Lu Buwei sat in the carriage and asked the driver to stop the carriage outside Lu's Inn and wait quietly.
After a while, a knight dressed in Mohist clothing came out and knocked on the carriage of Lu Buwei.
"merchant?"
Lu Buwei lifted the curtain of the carriage, exposing his face to the sight of the rangers.
The ranger then felt relieved and got on the carriage.
After entering the carriage, the ranger was stunned.
"Your Excellency, have you sent Duke Lu as well? Is this matter in Han so important?"
Lu Gou Jian, like an ordinary old man, smiled kindly.
"Gou Jian is also very surprised that you can come. You are the most cautious one among all the Mohist masters that Gou Jian knows."
"Duke Lu is making fun of me. I am not good at fighting, so I can only be cautious on weekdays. But with Duke Lu by my side, I can rest assured during this trip to Han."
When Lu Buwei heard the knight say that he was not good at fighting, he laughed out loud.
"Among all the schools of thought, your Mohist school is the best at fighting."
"The one who can fight is Chu Mo. I am from Qin Mo's family. What I am good at is manufacturing and research, not bravery."
After the death of Mozi, the founder and first great master, the Mohist school was divided into three.
One branch entered Qi and inherited the culture of Mohism. They were as eloquent as the famous scholars and strategists, and were known as Qi Mo.
One branch entered Qin and inherited the Mohist mechanical and manufacturing techniques. They were the behind-the-scenes heroes that made Qin's weapons ahead of the other six nations and were known as Qin Mo.
One branch entered Chu and inherited the spirit of Mohism, helping the weak and punishing the strong, acting chivalrously and righteously, and became knights with great martial arts skills, known as Chu Mo.
The three Mos have been doing their own things for hundreds of years.
"A Chu Mo wearing a ranger's uniform, but calling himself Qin Mo. If the Lord hears this, he will definitely regret helping you unify the Three Mos and achieve your position as a great master."
Lu Buwei said with a smile.
If his words were to spread, it would surely cause a major earthquake in the world.
The three Mohists unexpectedly merged into the Mohist School, and a great figure reappeared in the Mohist School. The Mohist School, which was once as famous as the Confucian School, saw the light of day again.
"Being a giant is not good. There are so many things to take care of. I don't even have time for manufacturing and research."
"You deserve the nickname of scientist."
Lu Buwei said with a wry smile.
Sometimes he envied scientists, wondering why they had such great power under their command but only thought about doing research.
Qin Mo, Qi Mo, and Chu Mo, combined into one Mohist school, this force is extremely powerful.
Historically, Mohism was a school of thought that dared to be put into practice, in addition to the military school, and truly participated in wars between princes and decided the outcome of battles.
One sentence can make you understand how powerful the Mohist school is. The Mohist school has its own private army that can fight wars.
"Let's not talk about this. I have already been to Xinzheng and spread the papermaking technology. The Lord said that I came to Han this time with you as my main focus, so Lu Gong, what are my plans next?"
"Why don't you ask why your Majesty passed on the papermaking technology to Zhang Liang?"
"Not interested. I just hope you, Lü Gong, will be less playful. Don't dilly-dally like your Lordship. Xianyang's firearms technology has not yet made a breakthrough."
"Don't worry, I will deal with Han Di as quickly as possible. The fish has been hooked. It's just right that you are here. The speed will be much faster..."
The carriage moved slowly until it disappeared into the street.
Within a few days, more than twenty blacksmith shops appeared on the streets of Yi Yang.
…
Outside Xianyang City.
After interrogating the driver who had followed Wei Liao for a long time, Ying Chengjiao couldn't get anything out of him.
It’s not that Ying Chengjiao couldn’t get the driver to talk, but that the driver really didn’t know where Wei Liao had gone.
"Sir, how should we deal with this?"
"Let it go, let it go."
Ying Chengjiao said impatiently, and anyone could tell that he was in a bad mood.
Ying Chengjiao was very unhappy that he failed to stop Wei Liao.
"Everyone go back to their own home and find their own mother."
All the secret guards saluted Ying Chengjiao and left one after another.
Ying Chengjiao looked at the people who were sleeping soundly, and said to the driver who was still trembling with fear, "Wake them all up, and tell Wei Liao that he won this round. It's such a long distance from Xianyang to Kuaiji, I will play with him slowly."
At this time, Wei Liao, whom Ying Chengjiao was looking for, was walking in the Xianyang Palace under the guidance of Zhao Gao.
A group of eunuchs holding torches passed by and saw the two men.
The leader showed an apologetic look to Zhao Gao and said firmly: "Password!"
"war."
"Farewell, Lord Chefu Ling."
A group of palace guards passed by Zhao Gao and left. Their formation was intact and their marching was well-organized.
The warmth of the flames passed by the two of them.
Mercury was pouring down the ground, and the hazy night made the originally clear world no longer so clear.
Good and evil are one, and yin and yang interact.
Those who used to dislike each other may now be able to live happily together.
"Are there any more white doves?"
Wei Liao spoke behind Zhao Gao in a language that only Zhao Gao could hear.
"have."
Zhao Gao answered calmly, and his voice was also heard only by Wei Liao behind him.
Zhao Gao's answer was quick.
There is no time for surprise, hesitation or thinking.
"You can let me go now. I should have been attacked by now."
This time Zhao Gao did not respond immediately. Instead, he said after walking a dozen steps: "I think it's almost certain."
Wei Liao's white beard moved slightly, and he said softly, "100%, I have never made a mistake."
"good."
The two continued on their way.
In the darkness of night, it is hard to tell whether it is a human or a ghost.
Ganquan Palace, the sleeping palace.
Queen Mother Zhao Ji, who had already gone to bed, suddenly felt someone breaking in.
She opened her eyes, pulled off the clothes on her shoulders, revealing her delicate collarbone, lifted the curtain, and looked down seductively.
As soon as she looked over, she immediately broke down, silently pulled back her clothes on her shoulders, sat up straight, and said in a very dignified tone: "Why is it you?"
There is a woman wearing iron armor, holding a white dove in her hand.
"You can kill Lord Chang'an today."
