"Zimao, just talk about your plan, I can't wait!" One of them said in a rough voice.

"Yes, hurry up." The rest chimed in.

Zimao cleared his throat and seemed to stretch his neck to look around, before he spoke: "Look at ......"

Zimao's voice was too low, and Guo Yang didn't hear how he plotted later.

The seven men deliberated for a long time, and finally left.

Guo Yang lay on his stomach in the shallow grass for most of the day, and when it was almost evening, he got up lightly and went home.

During the meal, Guo Yang wanted to tell his father Guo Tongjiang about the conspiracy of those people several times, but he hesitated for a while.

"Something's wrong." Guo Coppersmith looked at his son and said lightly.

"Yes...... I saw Zimao today. Guo Yang said.

"Oh?" Guo coppersmith stopped the copper chopsticks in his hand and glanced at Guo Yang in surprise.

"He conspired with a few people on the hill behind, and it seemed like a big deal." Guo Yang said with a deep groan.

Guo Coppersmith was slightly distracted, glanced outside the door, and said indifferently: "It's nothing more than trying to make those royal blood relatives rebel again." ”

Guo Yang looked at his father in surprise, and he couldn't imagine that this person who stayed at home and only knew how to bury himself in making bronze utensils would be like a god.

"Well, they said that there was a fight in the northwest and southwest, and the Zhou people were empty inside, and it was the best time to act." Guo Yang said.

Coppersmith Guo nodded slightly, put down the copper chopstick in his hand, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and turned to go out.

……

Take a deep breath. Exhale, hold the knife.

Take a deep breath and draw the knife.

Exhale and sheath.

The night was very thick, and on the small pine hill, Guo Yang was practicing his knife alone.

Master left Luoyi three months ago, saying that he needed to go out for a year and a half because of something, and instructed Guo Yang to study hard and practice hard to understand the method of luck.

In addition, when the Master was leaving, he once again sternly reminded him not to get involved in the whirlpool of the dispute between Shang and Zhou under any circumstances.

Guo Yang adheres to the teachings of his master, in addition to following his father to build bronze every day, he is pondering the three knife techniques all day long.

……

The coppersmith's shop, with its doors tightly clasped and its faint fire, flickering and reflecting two old faces.

Guo coppersmith and Guo Yang's master sat silently by the stove.

"His sword skills have improved very quickly." The old man said suddenly.

"Hmm." Coppersmith Guo agreed.

"Faster than we were back then." The old man took a copper tong and gently stirred the fire.

"Hmm." Guo coppersmith said.

"You really don't want to teach him that exercise?" The old man looked at the faint fire and asked.

"Strength, while protecting oneself, will make a person swell." Coppersmith Guo said indifferently.

"But I watched the sheep, and he was very calm." The old man said.

"A teenager who is only thirteen years old, not suitable. How difficult the current situation is, the situation is changing, if you can't control your heart, it will be a big disaster. Coppersmith Guo frowned and said.

"But......" The old man wanted to say something, but was stopped by Guo Coppersmith.

"You are dead now, and you must not show your name. In this way, you will go back to Yangshan first. If I have a chance, I will let the sheep go to you. Coppersmith Guo turned his head to look at the old man and said meaningfully.

"I want to take him along. This place is too dangerous, and those people in Zimao have started to do it again. I fear that the sheep will be caught up in this catastrophe. The old man frowned and said.

Coppersmith Guo pondered for a long time and said, "I'm here here." You go first. ”

……

On the east bank of the river, deep in a tall earthen fort, a fire was extinguished in a hall.

The skull-sized bronze dome was filled with mutton fat, and a finger-thick wick protruded from the mouth of a quaint toad, beeping and peeling.

In the hall, there was a strong smell of mutton fat, which made Zimao can't help but sneeze.

"Master Hou, I have already picked up those people according to your orders." Zimao said with a smirk on his face.

"Well, you're doing a great job." In the light flickering, a figure in a scarlet cloak, tall as a mountain, was standing in front of the window and looking into the distance.

The night was so strong that nothing could be seen.

However, Zimao knew in his heart that the direction that this marquis was looking at was Luoyi on the other side of the river.

The west bank is high and the east bank is low, which is suitable for monitoring those who are recalcitrant merchants.

This was arranged after Zhou Gongdan's on-site investigation, combined with astrological divination, and comprehensive consideration.

"You say, what are those recalcitrant people doing at the moment?" Hou Ye asked suddenly.

"What else can they do, they either gamble and play dice, or sleep like pigs." Zi Mao said with a smile.

"If that's the case, what else do you want to do?" Hou Ye sneered and said indifferently.

Zimao was startled, quickly shrunk his neck, and reached out to wrap the torn sheepskin robe on his body.

"What is that Guo Lu doing?" Hou Ye asked.

"He? I haven't been making bronze all day, and I rarely come out of that shop. I went to pry it twice, and he didn't say a word, it was like a copper lump. Zimao said.

"Dogs that bite people don't make a lot of noise." As he spoke, Hou Ye turned around and walked out of the main hall.

Seeing Hou Ye's tall and tall figure walking straight out, Zimao secretly exhaled, as if the person had put too much pressure on him, and he was finally able to take a breath at this moment.

"Guo Lu ......," Zimao muttered in a low voice.

……

When Guo Yang finished practicing the knife and quietly went home, the east had already begun to turn white.

He slipped into his little hut and fell asleep.

The sun was three poles, Guo Yang slowly got up, shook the wheat straw knots on his body, and walked to the yard.

Coppersmith Guo has already gone to the coppersmith shop.

There are only three adobe houses in a huge courtyard, and the roof is simply thatched, but it is enough to shelter from the wind and rain.

Guo Yang moved his muscles, picked up the wooden barrel, and walked towards the head of the village.

Hundreds of households in the entire Lijiamen Village share a well. Before and after the well platform, every morning, a small square market will be formed.

By the time Guo Yang walked to the vicinity of the well with a bucket, there were already people there who had already set up stalls to sell some daily necessities.

The recalcitrant people in Lijiamen Village are doing manual work most of the time, and it is rare to have time to go to Luoyifang City, so some people began to find ways to do some small business and make a little money.

It is the habit of the merchant ancestors to live next to the well.

Guo Yang once asked his father why businessmen like to set up stalls near wells to do business. Guo Coppersmith told him that the well was a place where the whole village had to go at least once a day, so it was more convenient for everyone to exchange goods and exchange ideas.

"It's actually fun." Guo Yang carried a bucket and walked between the sparse stalls, casually looking at the things that the villagers had put out to trade.

Bronze utensils, baskets, multicolored stones, ropes, animal bones, back baskets, brooms, dustpans, all kinds of things, from handicrafts to daily necessities, as if there is everything.

Guo Yang just looked at these things casually, he didn't need them.

What he needed was food, and tortoise shells.

And it is these two things that the Zhou people will never allow the recalcitrant people to buy and sell privately. If someone is caught selling food and tortoise shells, they will be severely punished, ranging from the severed hand to the death penalty at the worst.

The reason why grain cannot be bought and sold is to prevent people from hoarding it in large quantities and plotting against it. But this tortoise shell was banned, which really made Guo Yang a little confused.

"The tortoiseshell is a god, but it can be divined for good fortune and evil, and it is good luck to ask the heavens. They're going to cut out the roots. Once, Guo Coppersmith told his son that the Zhou people's greatest fear was not an armed riot, but the merchant's magic of ghosts and witchcraft.

Guo Yang didn't have any concept of the art of ghosts and witches, because he had never seen the kind of Shinto things that were rumored by the recalcitrant people of the merchants.

But he never forgot about the tortoise shell. As for the collection of tortoise shells, what is the use of himself, Guo Yang himself can't say.

Perhaps, there is something rebellious in his bones, but he has never realized it.