Ten miles east of the city, on the Lingxiao Peak of Yueqi Mountain, the Baiyun Temple with a thousand-year-old history is located here, and the business travelers who can't find accommodation in the Shanghan Festival will generally climb this Lingxiao Peak and settle in the Baiyun Temple.

Zi Nan was close to taking Wu Jiuxian to Baiyun Temple, although Baiyun Temple was the largest temple in Jiandra, and it was already full of pilgrims at this time, Wu Jiuxian stuffed a lot of scattered silver taels to the monk of Zhike, and the two were arranged into the temple.

In a small squatter room, there are two wooden beds, or the bedding looks extremely clean, Wu Jiuxian really has the heart to ask the monk for a few taels of silver.

Zi Nanli didn't mind at all, lying on the bed, his head resting on his arm, silently thinking about his own thoughts, Chu Hongye's disdainful gaze was like a thorn, firmly rooted in his heart, even if he was tired at the moment, he didn't feel the slightest sleep, and from time to time he could hear Wu Jiuxian complaining there, Baiyun Temple was too unkind to treat guests, he sighed and sat up again.

Wu Jiuxian, who was opposite him, was opening the door at the moment, poking his head out to look left and right, perhaps because he had gone far away to the monk who knew the guest, Wu Jiuxian was closing the door with a happy face, and took out a palm-sized wine gourd from his arms.

"This drunkard's wine has not stopped" Zi Nanli said angrily: "Don't make a fool of yourself, this is Baiyun Temple, drink here, be careful and ask the monks in the temple to drive you out"

Wu Jiuxian smiled embarrassedly and said, "What the adults said is very true, I'll smell it, don't worry."

Zi Nanli snorted, turned around, and said lightly: "The monks will come in and pick people up in a while, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Wu Jiuxian rolled his eyes suspiciously, after all, he was afraid of the name of the first temple of Jiandra, he didn't dare to make a mistake, and he put the wine gourd up, he took off his shoes and socks, and muttered in a low voice: "If you don't drink, you won't drink, anyway, tomorrow will be the Yueminglou Jiqiu Appraisal Meeting, when the time comes, I'll go and get drunk for a hundred days, and then call this kid in Tingcheng, and have a drunken party."

Zi Nanli kept thinking about the words that Chu Hongye said to himself in the tavern at this moment, his original intention at that time was that Chu Hongye would come forward and sell a batch of black armor in his hand, which were originally worn by the three thousand black armor guards in Yangchao.

He has been thinking about how to sell these armors since he arrived in Wuruo City, and at present he doesn't even have a place to stay, even if he arrives in Dawan safely, everything has to be started from scratch by himself, and then everywhere is a place to spend money, and he doesn't want to find a way to earn the first pot of gold in his life, how can he survive?

And there is no capital in hand, if you want to survive in this troubled world, it is simply nonsense, and when you learn some science and engineering knowledge in the future, you want to be a blockbuster and soar into the sky? That's a fool's dream.

At the beginning, he also considered the development of modern weapons, in this world to capture the flag and make contributions, but the configuration of gunpowder he still knew a little in the Song Dynasty, when the Yin for hundreds of years, has long forgotten everything, the world often says that ghosts know, in fact, this is a big fallacy, is the ghost does not know, he has communicated with a few science students who died a few times, vaguely remember that it is made of saltpeter, sulfur, charcoal mixture,

As for Bilie, he really didn't know, he was just trying to be fresh at the time, and chatted casually, but who knew that he could cross when he died? That thing can't be turned into gunpowder by just messing around, if you don't get it right, it's a thunderstorm, and now you're a mortal in the flesh, if you are blown up with a missing arm and legs, and you are left in this troubled world, it is really better to live than die.

As for the research and development of modern weapons, it is even more fantastical, to borrow the words of those science students, you can try to make a gun chamber of pig iron that has not been heat treated and machined? It's just barely forging out a barrel, which is called a barrel at best, dare to stuff it with gunpowder and try it, make sure you hurt yourself before the enemy, and the explosion is enough to drink a pot of your own, and develop an advanced weapon that dominates the world, this road is no fun.

He also thought about making a glass to bless future generations, but he only knew that it was made of sand, and then he didn't know anything, who told him that he was a military general of the Song Dynasty before he died! Hate only hated that he was born 700 years early! If he could have been born in modern times, he might have been a good student who only read the books of the sages, and he was depressed every time he thought about them.

The ancient way to make money is those, to far-fetched to say that he will have skills in this world, that is really the same, he can make wine, and he feels good, but unfortunately after arriving in this other world, he also died of this heart, not to mention that he was drunk for a hundred days, just said that Qu Michun is many times stronger than the unknown liquid he brewed himself, waiting for the wine to feed himself, and the result is waiting to starve to death.

If you want to rely on historical knowledge to find a good one, it is impossible to have a thick thigh, and his historical knowledge is limited to the fertile soil of China, and it is useless in this other world.

Fortunately, after thinking about it carefully, he found that there are still two ways to live, or like the people in this world, he practices the exercises, and even tries to transform into one, attract souls, and colossus, and maybe he can change this weak physique and become a merry swordsman or something.

Or is to return to the old business in the army, the first way to look at the talent, but also to see if there is a qualified master, the other is the practice of unreliable or unreliable, what the talent is really not clear, this body is not his own, he does not dare to dream that he is a martial arts genius, as for apprenticeship, he has no play, his cheap dad seems to be a great power, but unfortunately the kid who was resurrected at the beginning was born with a brainless brain, it is estimated that Ziyi's peerless magic skills will not be passed on to an idiot, and the other is the practice of practice,

If he could learn this thing by himself, he would be happy to give it a try, but unfortunately in the imperial capital, he put forward the idea of wanting to see this kind of book several times, but was ruthlessly rejected by the steward of the palace at that time, and there was only one way to go back to the old business in front of him.

It's that this thing costs a lot and is risky, if you succeed, you will get rich overnight, and if you lose, you will be separated forever, and in the books he reads, this strange world also has such a thing as military command.

I don't know if the set he would have before would work here, thinking of this, Zi Nanli was retreating at the time, but it's a pity that the road he chose can go down at the moment, just like this, shrinking his head is a knife, stretching his head or a knife, then fight

When he first saw these black-armored iron guards, Zi Nanli did have a burst of heroic spirit, but when he returned to reality, he was immediately beaten back to his original form, these black-armored iron guards seemed to be fierce enough, and Xiu Wei also said in the past, but the number was too small.

As far as he knew, compared to a primitive country like Yuhua, which was full of clans, he didn't have enough to look at, let alone a big country like Tianwu, Baxia, and Gandhara, and three thousand centaurs were the soldiers of some medium-sized clans.

If you want to become bigger and stronger, you have to have money in your hands, it is difficult for a smart woman to cook without rice, without that real money, how to recruit troops and buy horses, that is, with a three-inch tongue, some uninformed rural villagers are deceived into the army, then you have to take care of the food, let alone sell your own life if you can't eat enough, it's good not to cut yourself twice in the middle of the night.

Money is money, money is nothing, nothing is empty talk, so he remembered selling battle armor, the merchant is forgetful, as long as he can make money, some people are willing to accept his battle armor, but there is no shortage of skilled craftsmen in this other world, and the performance of his black armor is only between fish scale armor and five dragon armor.

If you want to sell it for a good price, you can only find a trust, but the few people who followed him estimated that few were willing to do this, but Chu Hongye had a few possibilities.

It's a pity that the conversation collapsed, and as soon as he said this, the deputy commander of the Iron Arm Army looked disdainful: "I thought you Zi Nanli had become smarter, but it turned out that you were still an idiot, do you think that Qi Yunxuan's boss can take the bait?"

Zi Nanli is quite a little resentful, these tricks have been verified in later generations, and practice has true knowledge: "How could it not, look at the boss is a master who drills into the eyes of money, it is estimated that he loves money more than he spares his life, although I am not 10% sure, but 80% of the opportunities can still be determined"

"Someone who values money more than life will fall for you so easily? You're still thinking about it clearly," the disdain in Chu Hongye's eyes became stronger and stronger.