The night was as dark as ink, the torrential rain was like an injection, and the wind and rain doused all the torches in the yard, and it was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers. In such bad weather, even the guards stopped patrolling, and the workers went to bed early, so they could sleep well on such a cool night.

Chang Mao stared wide-eyed, and pinched himself from time to time to prevent himself from falling asleep, until the snoring around was loud, Chang Mao quietly turned sideways to the ear of the person next to him and said: "I'm out, remember that if someone checks the room, it will say that I went to the thatched house!" ”

Who knew that this person did not respond, but someone on the other side of his body whispered to him: "I know, you go!" ”

Chang Mao was startled, "Why the hell are you running over here!" ”

Zhang Wuliu's voice came from the other side, "Hmm! I peed at the door with the three dumb people before going to bed, and he came back to take my place, so I had to occupy the place where I slept with him, and I forgot to tell you. ”

"It's a good thing he's dumb and can't hear, otherwise I'd have had to kill him! How many times have I told you, you have to be vigilant in the future. ”

"Be quiet, there's another one in our room that can be heard."

"Don't worry, Lao Zhao sleeps very dead, and he can't hear the thunder!" Chang Mao took out an oiled paper bag from under his pillow and stuffed it under his clothes, looked at the door, and then got into the rain.

Of course, Chang Mao is going to do bad things, he has done a lot of bad things in the past few days, such as taking a piece of the pedal off the pit, hoping that a guy will fall into the dung pit and drown, and then deliberately tripping the second dumb man, hoping that he will break his bones and tendons...... Anyway, he didn't succeed, there was no way, there were too few things he could use here, and he wanted to kill people directly.

However, after Zhang Wuliu's reminder, he thought of another good thing that could be used, that is, the nitrate they cook every day. Zhang Wuliu said that this thing will make you dizzy and nauseous when you taste it, a bit like heat stroke.

Good heat stroke! If you want to suffer from heat stroke, everyone will suffer from heat stroke together, see that you are still not short of manpower, and then he and Zhang Wu or six people will have the opportunity to mix in the gunpowder workshop, so Chang Mao secretly saved a large bag of nitrate in the past two days, which should be enough.

At this moment, it was pouring rain, and there were no people to see face-to-face, let alone soldiers patrolling, it was a good time to do it, and he secretly opened the door of the room. Because he and Zhang Wuliu often eat late, they often come here to know the general layout. Even if it was a black light, Chang Mao smoothly touched the salt shaker and dipped his fingers, yes, it was salty.

It is said that it is a salt jar, but it is better to say that it is a jar, and there are almost 1,000 craftsmen and guards of the soldiers, and now it is summer that the amount of salt used every day is very large, and a small half of the jar can be used for a meal.

The salt they usually eat is crushed sea salt that looks yellow, in fact, this is already a good salt, and the nitrate they cook every day is almost the same color because it is not filtered thoroughly enough, but the particles are smaller, and you can't see it if you don't look carefully.

Chang Mao took out the oil paper packet, poured the nitrate into the salt jar, mixed it a few times with his hands, and said with a smile: "Let's have heat stroke together tomorrow, anyway, Lao Tzu usually eats late!" Ahh A cold wind blew in, and Chang Mao, who was soaking wet, sneezed heavily, "Did the damn Lao Tzu choose the wrong time!" ”

Chang Mao didn't choose the wrong time, but chose the wrong way, and even missed an unspoken rule. Cooks in the world have a habit, even if they cook for the emperor, Lao Tzu has to taste it first, and the same is true for the man, when the meal comes out, he will mix himself up first.

So Chang Mao, who got up late the next day because of a cold, heard that more than a dozen men had fallen into evil together, Chang Mao ran over to take a look, only to see those guys foaming at the mouth, purple lips and convulsions, and one of the older ones hiccups on the spot.

"This group of greedy mouths, Lao Tzu is busy with his work now!" Chang Mao scolded fiercely in his heart, without the slightest sense of guilt.

When something like this happens, it will naturally attract attention, and the chief steward of the gunpowder workshop did not look for a magic stick to exorcise evil spirits, but went to the yamen to find a puppet. The yamen's work was not given in vain, and it was immediately discovered that the problem was salt.

Fortunately, they didn't track down Chang Mao's body, and the little housekeeper in the room carried the black pot for Mrs. Mao, because a lot of salt was found in his room, and he was cut off by the angry soldiers before he had time to cry out.

Chang Mao and Zhang Wuliu were transferred to their posts as they wished, although they were still holding spoons around the pot, but what was cooking in it was porridge. The steward held the porridge bowl and said, "Originally, I wanted to recommend you to the firearms workshop in the past two days, but it's not bad to be a man, so I can't be hungry, don't say I didn't take care of you two!" ”

Zhang Wuliu and Chang Mao don't know if they have anything to eat, but there are already many people in Pingjiang City who have not eaten, and many people have begun to beg on the streets, looking at their dress, they are not beggars, they should be ordinary people.

In recent years, many people have no overnight food at home, and it has been more than a month since the siege of Changyuchun began, and they can persist until now before they come out to beg must be in a desperate place, and there are not a few people who put straw signs on the streets for children, and there are not a few people who sell their children and daughters.

Ma Du, who recovered from his injury, returned to duty in the palace, but he didn't dare to walk, but Lao Liu drove the Song family's carriage to escort him, otherwise there would be many people begging him to buy his own children along the way, even if he didn't give money, just to give the children a way to live.

At this moment, Pingjiang no longer has the hustle and bustle when he first arrived, and there is a scene of apocalypse everywhere, Ma Du put down the curtain and prayed in his heart, but the object of prayer is not the gods and Buddhas, "Xu Da, work harder to break the city early, and it won't be like in history for another nine months." ”

Hongdu has been besieged for three months, and Ma Du has never seen such a scene, that is because Zhu Wenzheng has a lot of food, but now there is no in Pingjiang, Zhang Shicheng's army should hold out for less than nine months, unless his army eats people.

In fact, Xu Da has not been idle these days, there are attacks almost every day, but most of the tentative attacks are made, there was a big fight in the first two days, and he fought in Xiangmen for a whole day and a night, only to hear that there was a sea of blood on the city wall, and he was about to lose his feet.

Zhang Shicheng's soldiers are soft-footed shrimp outside the city, but as soon as they arrive at the city wall, they are like wolves and tigers, and they have a lot of experience in defending the city, coupled with the help of thistles, it makes Xu Da suffer heavy losses, it seems that Zhang Shicheng and his soldiers will burst out of potential when they are in a desperate situation, and they don't know what they are still insisting on.

Ma Du is no longer sitting in the duty room every day, as the second prince's special story machine, of course, he wants to tell stories to the second prince, and he will never give up if he doesn't tell a few new stories every day, maybe Zhang Zongzhao also understands that the days of listening to Ma Du's stories are numbered.

However, Ma Du is a man in the end, and it is inconvenient to stay in the back house all the time. Zhang Zongzhao was accompanied by Baijin every day to Ma Du's duty room, and he went to school on time. It's just that halfway through today's speech, a maid came over and whispered a few words to Baijin.

Baijin interrupted: "Today, the princess of Longping will go to Miaozhian with the princess to incense, and the princess will let the second prince go with him, and Mr. Pony will talk about it today." ”

Zhang Zongzhao said: "I won't go before the story is finished, so let Sister Ah accompany her mother to go!" ”

Baijin persuaded: "Today is to pray for the prince, how can you not go if you are the prince, how about we come back and listen to Mr. Pony continue?" ”

"Hmm...... No, let Mr. Pony come with me and tell me on the way! ”