After noon, the sisters Zhu Song and Xu Miaojin said hello and carried Zhu Huixuan and Zhu Zhanji out of Nanjing City. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

According to Zhu Song's meaning, since Zhu Di asked the firearms battalion to be secret, it could not be set up in the city of Nanjing, besides, anything that was touched with gunpowder, as soon as the gunpowder sounded, it would definitely be earth-shattering.

If a large-scale explosion of gunpowder occurs when the firearms battalion is developing munitions, there will inevitably be casualties, and there will be no way to explain to the imperial court but also to the people.

"Uncle Songhuang, you said you wanted to take us out to play, why didn't you take Sister Yue'er with them?" Zhu Huixuan sat in the carriage and complained through the window to Zhu Song, who was galloping outside.

"You kid knows a fart!" Zhu Song turned his head and glanced in the direction of the carriage, and said, "This time we have to turn around outside for a few hours, can Yue'er and their bodies stand the bumps for such a long time?" ”

"Huh?" Zhu Huixuan said: "Uncle Songhuang, you didn't say that you would come out for such a long time before!" ”

"Hey, ask the two of you to come out and do something with your uncle, are you still disgusted?" Zhu Song grabbed the reins and said, "Or, why don't you turn around and go back now?" ”

"Good ......" Before Zhu Huixuan finished the second half of his sentence, Zhu Zhanji covered the uncle's mouth, "Uncle Song, let's go, let's go." ”

This little guy knows Zhu Song's methods, and if he refuses his words at this time, isn't he looking for a beating?

"You've figured out when you'll be back that day." Zhu Song didn't rush to leave, but said, "If you two can't hold on, go back." ”

Zhu Zhanji heard something else from Zhu Song's words, so he forcibly covered Zhu Huixuan's mouth and said, "Uncle Song, don't worry, the two of us can hold on." ”

In the end, Ming Xuanzong in the future is more than Zhu Huixuan, a kid who thinks more.

Zhu Song nodded and said, "Okay, when the time comes, I'll get things done, and Uncle will have benefits for you here." ”

……

The group of people, walking and stopping, probably walked out of the distance of seven or eight miles, because their speed was very slow, so the distance of seven or eight miles forced them to walk for nearly an hour.

On the northern outskirts of Nanjing, there is a small village with a small population, and on the left side of the village is a large mountain, and below the mountain is a dense jungle.

This area covers a large area, and if all the trees on the side of the dense forest facing the mountain were cut down, and some of the mountain was hollowed out, wouldn't it be a natural munitions storehouse?

Moreover, it is only seven or eight miles away from Nanjing City, and there are official roads all the way, so it will not take long to get here from Nanjing City.

Thinking of this, Zhu Song said to Han Qingshan, who was driving the carriage beside him: "Qingshan, where is this?" ”

"Lord Wang, looking at the terrain, this should be a Mingyang Mountain around the Purple Mountain." Han Qingshan carefully looked at the surrounding terrain and bowed to Zhu Song and replied.

Purple Mountain is located in the northwest area of Yingtianfu, also known as Zhongshan Mountain, and is one of the four famous mountains in the south of the Yangtze River.

The main peak of Purple Mountain is more than 400 meters above sea level, and the surrounding area is about more than 50 miles.

Therefore, there are many small mountains attached to the Purple Mountain, which also belong to the vein system of the Purple Mountains, and this Mingyang Mountain is a relatively small one of the Purple Mountains.

"What is this village called, it seems that these villagers have to be given a different place to live." Zhu Song looked at the small village not far from the dense forest and said.

"Uncle Song, my nephew knows where this is." At this time, Zhu Huixuan got out of the carriage and said to Zhu Song with a proud face: "Uncle Songhuang, when my father came to the Purple Mountain to hunt before, he stayed here for a few days. ”

"Oh?" Zhu Song turned his head to look at Zhu Huixuan and said, "Then do you know what this village is called?" And how many families are there? ”

"I want to think about it......" Zhu Huixuan frowned and thought for a while, and said: "I remember that my father once asked the head of the village, because most of the people in this village are surnamed Wang, so the village is called Wangjia Village." The village is not very large, with just over 100 families living mainly by hunting and selling firewood. ”

"Oh, that's it!" Zhu Song touched his chin, and suddenly asked thoughtlessly: "Qingshan, how is this king's Zhuangzi built?" ”

"Back to the prince's words, the foundation of Zhuangzi has been laid, the outer wall has been built, and the courtyards and wings have begun to take shape."

Han Qingshan will always go to Zhuangzi to see all day long, after all, King Han can't go to supervise the work, someone has to watch the craftsmen work, right?

"You say, if this king asks all the people in Wangjia Village to move around this king's Zhuangzi, okay?" Zhu Song asked.

"Lord Wang, as the saying goes, rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and rely on the water to eat the water." Han Qingshan said: "The prince of Fang Cai Hui also said that the villagers of Wangjia Village all make a living by hunting and selling firewood, and if they let the whole village move around your Zhuangzi, I am afraid it will be a little difficult." ”

"What's so difficult about that?" Zhu Huixuan said nonchalantly: "The king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die, the father wants the son to die, and the son has to die." As long as the emperor's uncle makes a holy decree, do they dare to move? ”

"You kid knows a fart!" Zhu Song patted Zhu Huixuan's head angrily, "You forcibly let the people in the village move, if you provoke a civil uprising, who will carry this mess?" You, or your cheap daddy? ”

"Don't hit your nephew on the head all the time!" Zhu Huixuan was slapped by Zhu Song and had a headache and complained.

"Let's go over and have a look!" Zhu Song didn't complain about Li Hui's little guy, grabbed the horse's belly between his legs, and rode towards the village in front of him.

……

Wangjia Village is not big, and there are two big poplar trees at the entrance of the village, so it should be hundreds of years old.

A few children wearing thick jackets and tiger hats were jumping around together, and a sturdy old man with a cane next to him was smiling and watching a few little ones play.

Hearing the crisp sound of horses' hooves, the old man and a few children all turned their heads to look over.

"Is this Wangjia Village?" After getting off the horse, Zhu Song saluted the old man and asked, "This old gentleman is invited, is this Wangjia Village?" ”

"This son is polite." The old man stood up, returned the salute to Zhu Song, and said, "This is Wangjia Village, dare to ask where Gongzi is from, what is the matter with coming to our Wangjia Village?" ”

Zhu Song smiled and said, "Old man, he is a merchant from Yingtianfu, who runs a timber business in Nanjing. I heard that the wood of this Purple Mountain is excellent, so I came to take a look. ”

When the old man heard Zhu Song's words, his eyes lit up first, and then he dimmed: "Childe is late, if it was a few years ago, the wood of Purple Mountain would naturally be good, but now, I'm afraid I will disappoint Childe!" (To be continued.) )