Chapter 584 Xiao Jia has the final say on this matter
Yang Hejuan brought some money, checked the shop, and then led the horse out of the shop.
The three men sent him out, and the neighbor next to him asked curiously, "Mr. Yang is going on a long trip?"
Yang He cupped his hands, "The one that doesn't buy goods here said it was going to raise prices, but I'm a small business, and I don't make much money every year. It's just enough to support these three guys and my family." He looked helpless, "This I don’t care if the price is raised from the ground, if the price of cloth in the north goes up, then I’ll go to the south and find a new one with good price and good quality.”
The neighbor was surprised, "Didn't you hear that the price of cloth has increased?"
Yang He smiled wryly, shook his head and sighed, "That one is big, if the price is raised, no second one in the north would dare to sell it to me."
The neighbor said sympathetically: "This is using power to overwhelm people! It's too domineering."
"Who says it's not?" Yang He cupped his hands, and then confessed to the three guys: "I'm going to stop talking for half a year, you wait for a good life to see the business, if you find something wrong when I come back, you will be beaten to death before being sent to the official. "
Three assignments were accepted.
Yang He immediately left Dongshi, all the way out of the city.
He walked slowly, looking at the walls on both sides and the eaves beyond the walls, his eyes were filled with sentimentality, "I'm going... I won't be able to return to Chang'an within ten years."
It was someone's plan to kill Zheng Yuandong. Although the others had some objections, they just laughed it off.
"I thought it was nothing more than an aide, how can I be prepared? I didn't expect that Zheng Yuandong... this is wrong!"
Yang He felt very strange, "Then Zheng Yuandong was not killed, why didn't Changsun Wuji do anything?"
"No, the people who can't handle him are staring at me."
Yang He turned around and glanced nervously, "That's right, after Changsun Wuji captured those two people, he must have tortured and questioned them. They don't know where I came from, so they will definitely want to capture me..."
After leaving the city, he went around to a secluded place to change clothes, smeared his face black, and said triumphantly, "They thought I was going to the south, but who would know that I was going to the north?"
He bypassed Chang'an City and headed north.
After more than ten miles away from Chang'an City, Yang He turned around and took a look. There was no one following him. He couldn't help but happily took out the wine bag, raised his head and took a big sip, almost sighing, "Those people should now Have you chased it out? This is a good way!"
A ride ahead.
Yang He took a look and found that it was a young man who was still eating pancakes on horseback. The young man's riding skills are good, with a big pie in his right hand and a few cloves of garlic in his left. One bite of cake comes one bite of garlic.
Seeing him devouring his food, Yang He felt a little envious.
His appetite is not good, he didn't eat breakfast.
The young man took a few mouthfuls of the pie, hiccupped, looked at Yang He, and suddenly smiled, "Yang He?"
Yang He's face was pale, and just as he was about to touch the knife, the young man stretched out his hand and easily grabbed him.
"Catch him alive!"
The young man said triumphantly: "Second brother, look, is this a quick capture?"
Someone behind Yang He scolded: "It's not so easy to capture alive. Those fierce generals can bring you off the horse if they fail. When you pull it, the other person will lie on the stomach, and the person will not be able to exert force when lying on the stomach, understand?"
"Then I'll try!"
The young man captured Yang He alive again, "Struggle, hurry up, or I'll kill you later!"
Yang He wanted to cry, so he had to struggle hard.
But the young man grabbed his back, his struggle was like a shrimp, it was useless at all.
"Huh!" The young man said happily, "Second brother, that's really the case!"
"Why did I lie to you?"
While talking, the two entered the side forest.
All the way in, the woods are gloomy.
"There was a fight here in the past, and more than a thousand people died in it. It is said that every night, you can hear howling here."
Yang He only felt weak all over, and hissed: "Why did you two take me? I'm just a businessman, I want money...I brought a few coins with me..."
Opening the bag, there were indeed several pieces of silver and a bunch of copper coins.
"Where are you going?"
Xu Xiaoyu stared at him and asked, took out a small box from his luggage, opened it, and there were some weird things inside.
"I...I'm going to stock up."
"What are you buying?" Wang Er Er stared at him, and suddenly asked, "Zheng Yuandong is here."
In an instant, Yang He turned pale, "He... who is Zheng Yuandong?"
"late!"
Wang Laoer reached out his hand and took out a hook, hooking Yang He's cheek, "The sons and daughters of the Shandong clan are about to come out of their nests, so I sent you, a little fish, to test and talk, which family?"
"ah!"
"Scream, scream, there are no ghosts here."
"Second brother, yes! I saw a headless corpse standing behind him, pinching his neck."
"I said, I said..." Yang He collapsed.
Later, Wang Lao Er said with a cold face, "Don't blame me."
Yang He struggled frantically, "I've said it all, I've said it all, you should let me go, please."
Wang Laoer said lightly: "If you let me go, your husband will be in danger. Xiaoyu!"
The light of the knife flashed.
Yang He fell to the ground panting, feeling that life was passing by.
"Take his money away."
"Second brother, I know, even if someone finds out, they will think it is robbery."
"Yes, he said he was going to buy goods, so he must bring money, and the money is not in vain! Let's go!"
…
Xu Xiaoyu went outside the imperial city to ask for an interview.
"Mr. Lang, then Yang He really belongs to them."
"knew."
Jia Pingan was a little excited.
Shandong's aristocratic family is about to intervene, which means the decline of Changsun Wuji and his gang...
The weather is so nice...
Jia Ping'an wanted to run away again.
"Marquis of Wuyang!"
A general came, "Mr. Lu is looking for you."
Jia Pingan went to the left back.
Cheng Zhijie came out just in time, "Let's go and have a look outside the city."
"Looking at what?"
The spring is bright and beautiful, shouldn’t it be going out to play?
"New gunpowder has been made over there, go and have a look."
Jia Ping'an was overjoyed, and when he left Chang'an City later, a group of veterans were already there.
…
For the sake of safety, the Ministry of Industry put the gunpowder test in a certain valley this time.
The valley is not too narrow, and an open space is just a test.
More than a dozen craftsmen are digging pits.
There are new gunpowder piled up on several large carts next to it.
Sun Qizheng, a doctor of the Ministry of Industry, watched this scene with his hands behind his back, feeling extremely happy, "Wait for the old men to watch it later, if they are satisfied, the Ministry of Industry will be the first to do it."
Wailang Qinsong, a member of the Ministry of Industry, said with a smile: "Yes! But Mr. Sun, those craftsmen have contributed a lot, and the officials feel that they should be brought along when they report their merits."
Sun Qizheng's eyes were more gloomy, Qin Song didn't notice it, "The artisans have rushed forward in recent years, just like those soldiers on the battlefield. The lower officials feel that they should be rewarded heavily, no, the first contribution should be theirs."
"Artisans have merit." Sun Qizheng made Qin Song laugh as soon as he opened his mouth, but he changed the subject, "Artisans are supposed to work. According to your class, all the meritorious service in the army are sergeants, and the generals are just decorations? "
"This..." Qin Song felt that this made sense, but something was wrong, "The Ministry of Industry is not in the army, let alone... let alone..."
"What more?" Sun Qizheng said coldly: "There is no need to say more about this matter, the old man will consider it himself."
Qin Song understood the meaning of these words, "Sun Langzhong, but... but the gunpowder is made by craftsmen, and it has nothing to do with us!"
The little official next to him looked troubled.
What does it mean?
According to what you said, the credit is all from the craftsmen, and everyone gets a small credit.
But Sun Qizheng is planning to be promoted recently and needs credit urgently. He clearly wanted to suppress the craftsmen and steal the credit.
Shangguan has this idea, if you don’t support it, it’s fine, what’s the trouble?
Sun Qizheng's face was darkened, and he scolded: "What do you mean it has nothing to do with us? If there is no guidance from Shangshu, Shilang and other Shangguan, can this gunpowder be produced?"
This is a trap!
After being intercepted by Qin Song, Sun Qizheng quickly pulled out the two big bosses from the Ministry of Industry.
You, Qin Song, have the ability to oppose another try.
Yeah let you die!
Qin Song was originally a technical official, with a straight temper, and still stuck his neck, "This matter is the work of the craftsmen, and Shang Shu and the others just asked a few questions."
He couldn't help it anymore, and asked with a blushing face: "If you can get the credit for asking a few questions, then... then those who work are not as good as those who watch the show, who will work in the future?"
This idiot!
Sun Qizheng sneered and said: "You are disrespectful to the superior, so I will have something to say when I go back!"
If you want to claim credit for this matter, you must drive away this ignorant Qin Song, and then isolate him from this matter.
This is the safest way.
Qin Song only felt aggrieved and panicked in his chest. Looking at the craftsmen who were honestly digging holes, he spit out a sentence, "It's not fair!"
Saby!
Sun Qizheng looked at him contemptuously, "Everything is fair in this world, so why should I wait?"
It is precisely because the world is not fair that countless officials are needed to maintain and manage it.
If you don't even understand this principle, what kind of muddled official are you doing?
"The bosses are here."
Sun Qizheng lifted his spirits, and his eyes became more warning, "If you talk nonsense, the Ministry of Industry will have no place for you."
Qin Song lowered his head, only feeling something swelling in his chest, which made him want to cry out.
Cheng Zhijie and others are here.
Sun Qizheng saluted, Cheng Zhijie glanced at the scene, "Are you ready?"
Sun Qizheng smiled and said: "Yes, Jiang Shangshu wanted to come, but the Ministry of Industry has a lot of things to do, so he entrusted an official to preside over the matter. Mr. Lu, the Ministry of Industry has been testing gunpowder for several years. If it doesn't work today, we will change the formula..." , he pointed to his eyes, "Xiaguan stayed up a lot of nights because of this, and his eyes were dazzled."
Cheng Zhi nodded, "Thank you."
Looking back at when Sun Qizheng was planning for a promotion, he said that it was a lot of hard work, which earned him a lot of points.
Liang Jianfang walked over to look at the pit, and asked, "What are you trying to do?"
"Dig a hole to explode." Sun Qizheng smiled and said: "Explode underground, there is nothing around, and you can still see how powerful it is."
Liang Jianfang turned his head, "How does Xiao Jia feel?"
Jia Pingan came over, "Who told you to make the pit?"
Sun Qizheng hesitated for a moment, but several craftsmen were looking at him.
"It's the old man."
Jia Ping'an frowned, "The use of gunpowder is not to dig a hole to blow up something, but to attack a fortified point. What's the use of digging a hole and blowing it up, except to watch the excitement and smell it?"
Sun Qizheng smiled and said: "You can't say that..."
Time flies, it has been several years since Jia Pingan made gunpowder, except for those craftsmen who still remember who made the gunpowder, and the officials of the Ministry of Industry have changed, so they have long since put aside this matter.
So when those inventors were exposed, they had a lot of glory, and then they were silent in an instant.
Cheng Zhijie waved his hand, "Let Xiao Jia do it."
Sun Qizheng's complexion was a bit ugly.
"Stop digging."
Jia Pingan felt that this thing was better than setting off firecrackers. He pointed to the dug mud and said: "Immediately find hundreds of soldiers and ram a section of earth wall out."
Cheng Zhijie praised: "It should be so."
Sun Qizheng's complexion gradually calmed down, and he said with a smile: "This old man originally wanted to deal with it later."
An afterthought is like an afterthought. It seems cool, but it is useless.
The craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry were whispering, and someone came over and said, "Marquis Wuyang, building a wall in such a hurry is not as good as a city wall after all."
Sun Qizheng scolded: "Speak up!"
It’s better if it’s not as good. If it’s not as good, it’s more powerful and the credit is greater.
Many things seem absurd, but if you look carefully, they are all driven by internal factors. And these internal causes are all kinds of strange, for example, for credit, for example, to make someone happy...
"Isn't it better, where can I try it for a while?" Jia Ping'an appreciated such a responsible attitude.
A craftsman said: "Marquis Wuyang, there is a village not far outside. Find a few houses to try? The walls are thinner, but they are made of rammed earth."
"good idea!"
Then everyone found the village and found the richest family.
"This wall is thick and easy to use."
"I think it's not thick enough compared to the city wall."
"Then use it."
Jia Pingan made a final decision, "Calculate how much it is."
The host looked confused, "Marquis Wuyang, what is the meaning of this?"
"The court expropriated your house, how much is it?"
The owner's family seems to be not short of money, "How about... three thousand dollars."
Cheng Zhijie and others went to pee and came back. When the master saw them, he immediately changed his words, "One thousand dollars."
Madan!
This house is worth money at first glance, Jia Pingan said: "This is money from the court, no one is cheating you."
The master raised his voice, "Old men are serving for the country, can't I? I didn't want money, but I thought it was a good idea, and the family didn't spend the thousand money, so I just let it go and tell my children and grandchildren... At any rate, the family also has some friendship with the old men!"
This lazy bastard!
Since there was no shortage of money, Jia Pingan expropriated the house after a few words of laughing and cursing.
"Everyone in the village goes out first!"
Everyone in a village was kicked out, muttering outside what they were going to do.
An old man said firmly: "It must be that there is a treasure in that house, maybe it is a treasure related to the royal family, so His Majesty sent the old men here."
"No, I think it might be that the royal family has blood left in our village. The old men are here to verify it!"
"Everyone has come out, who to ask for verification?"
The villagers muttered.
"Boom!"
There was a huge explosion, the children howled, and the old people were startled, "This is the earth dragon turning over, go and see."
But the sergeants guarded the entrance of the village and were not allowed to enter.
The house is gone.
Jia Pingan frantically piled up dozens of gunpowder packets and ignited them together, tsk tsk!
The whole house was blown down.
Smoky, dusty.
Cheng Zhijie was the first to rush in.
"Okay, hahahaha... cough cough cough!"
The veterans went in to check carefully. Liang Jianfang squatted down, picked up a piece of soil and crushed it, "Mr. Lu, it's all fried."
"Damn, maybe eat?"
Cheng Zhijie kicked the broken wall with a smile, and cursed: "It's so hard down there."
"how?"
He looked at everyone and asked.
Sun Qizheng smiled and said, "The power is huge!"
Liang Jianfang nodded, "As soon as this thing comes out, Datang has another sharp weapon for attacking, great achievement!"
Sun Qizheng couldn't help laughing, his eyes disappeared.
"Not even close."
Amidst all the joy, someone poured cold water inappropriately.
You **** are ruining my future!
Sun Qizheng turned around and saw Jia Pingan throwing away the clod in his hand, thoughtful.
"When the explosion happened earlier, it seemed like the sky was falling apart. The old man was in a trance, thinking that this was the nine-day thunderbolt. If this kind of power is used on the battlefield, the enemy will definitely be wiped out..."
What Sun Qizheng said is very contagious.
It's a pity that you don't go to storytelling... Jia Ping'an thinks this product is too utilitarian, "It's not powerful enough."
What?
Sun Qizheng turned around and looked at the old men.
"Also ask Mr. Lu to be the master of the Ministry of Industry."
Promotion!
Get rich!
Whoever stands in my way is my sworn enemy!
Such a sharp weapon still says that it is not powerful enough. This is not to be critical, but to belittle the efforts of our Ministry of Industry!
But Cheng Zhijie and the others will not do this. As veterans, they will not offend the Ministry of Industry in this matter.
Sun Qizheng smiled slightly in his heart.
Cheng Zhijie was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Xiao Jia said that the power is not enough, so it must be that the power is not enough."
Sun Qizheng: "..."
"Lu Gong." Sun Qizheng retorted: "The Ministry of Industry has repeatedly tested this, and this level of power is not enough?"
"Of course not enough."
Jia Pingan said: "It took dozens of packs of gunpowder to blow up this appearance. If you want to blow up the city wall, how much gunpowder will you need? How many casualties will the brothers have to pay to send those gunpowder packs to the city?"
Credit is discounted! Preventing someone from getting promoted and making a fortune is like killing one's parents... Sun Qizheng took a deep breath, "It doesn't matter what Marquis Wuyang said about it."
Liang Jianfang said flatly: "You are wrong, Xiao Jia has the final say on this matter."
Why?
Sun Qizheng looked confused.
"Because I made the gunpowder."
Sun Qizheng wanted to slap himself.
Gunpowder is made by craftsmen, a few small officials are in charge, and the big bosses above occasionally intervene. After a few years, everyone is lazy.
Sun Qizheng has only been transferred to the Ministry of Industry for more than a year, and it has only been a few days since he became interested in gunpowder... A small official said that the newly produced gunpowder is extremely powerful, it is a sharp weapon for attacking, and the Ministry of Industry's great achievements are just around the corner. That's how I became interested.
But... But the gunpowder was actually made by Jia Pingan!
He jumped up and down just now... Isn't it a joke in Jia Pingan's eyes with an expert face and mouth?
Sun Qizheng's old face was hot.
But the morale must not be discouraged, Jia Pingan slightly nodded at the craftsmen, "But today's gunpowder is much more powerful than before, and this is all thanks to the Ministry of Industry."
Qin Song only felt that the tightness in his chest could not be stopped, he came out and said: "Marquis Wuyang, over the past few years, craftsmen have suffered heavy casualties because of this, two people died and dozens of people were injured..."
"Qin Song, what are you talking about?"
Sun Qizheng had a cold face.
Qin Song burst out suddenly, "Old men, this gunpowder was made by craftsmen after trial and error. The credit... the credit is all theirs, and the lower officials dare not claim it."
Jia Pingan didn't understand when he saw that Sun Qizheng's face was livid, while Qin Song's face was full of anger.
Sun Qizheng smiled and said: "The Ministry of Works has been very concerned about this matter since Jiang Shangshu..."
Such routines can't fool Jia Ping'an.
Is this trying to grab credit?
The craftsmen all lowered their heads, and the only one who raised his head hesitated to speak, rubbing his hands, and dared not speak.
Paralyzed!
Jia Ping'an couldn't help but think of the achievements he made in his work unit in later generations, but it was a manager above who finally received the credit.
The lower ones work hard, and the upper ones move their lips, and they easily take the credit.
If this is the case, these craftsmen still have the motivation to think about gunpowder... If you do a good job, the credit will belong to others, and if you do a bad job, all the faults will be yours!
(end of this chapter)