When Li Xiang saw this, he also knew that the girl Xin'er was also a poor person, who was used by Song Liang's son Song Yu, only to see that on the picture from the wasp drone, two lines of tears flowed on Xin'er's beautiful face, and then turned around and left. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Besides, upstairs on the drunken night, the tea fight is also going on, and now Lin Ziwen and the old man have not made poems about tea.

After Xin'er left, Zhao Zhen smiled proudly: "What do you think of Xin'er's tea poem?" ”

Seeing Zhao Zhen's smug face, Lin Ziwen snorted and said: "Brother Zhao, what are you proud of, if you don't have Xin'er, you are not like me, you can't make poems, so don't be stinky!" Anyway, I can't do it, I'll just admit defeat! ”

The old man laughed and said, "Okay, since this little brother abstained, then it will be the old man's turn!" Everyone, listen well, the thunder over the streams and mountains is warm and the clouds are warm, and the secluded bushes are half spitting guns and short flags. Yinchai's daughter sang the corresponding song, who picked the most in the basket? The fragrance of the return is still in hand, and the high grade will be too guarded. The bamboo stove has not been tasted in the new roast, and the cage is full of dealers and Hunan merchants. The mountain family does not understand the cultivation of corn, and the food and clothing are in the spring rain every year. The old man is ugly! ”

As soon as the old man's voice fell, everyone applauded, Li Xiang smiled and said: "The old gentleman's poem is higher than our artistic conception, this poem describes the tea farmers after the tea is offered to the official, and the rest are all sold to the merchants, but they are reluctant to taste the new taste, and the Tang Dynasty poet Mr. Bai Juyi's charcoal seller expressed the artistic conception is not far behind, it seems that this game should be won by the old gentleman, what do you think?" ”

The old man hurriedly waved his hand and said with a smile: "The little brother looks up to the old man too much, compared with Mr. Bai Juyi, the old man is still too far behind!" In this game, the poems made by everyone should have their own merits, or Fan Wenzhenggong's tea fighting song is more flavorful, coming from the southeast every spring, Jianxi first warms the water. The strange tea by the stream crowns the world, and the Wuyi immortals have planted it since ancient times. Where did the new thunder go last night, and everyone laughed through the clouds. The dew buds are scattered and glorious, and the jade and pearls are scattered. In the end, the harvest is not profitable, only the essence does not dare to be greedy. The grinding paste baked milk has an elegant system, and the square is round and round. Beiyuan will dedicate the Son of Heaven, and the heroes under the forest will fight for beauty first. Ding grinds the copper of the first mountain outside the clouds, and the bottle carries the water in the middle of the river. The green dust flies on the side of the gold, and the green waves rise in the jasper pot. The taste of the tea fight is light and Daigo, and the tea fight is fragrant and thin. In the meantime, the first Hu can be bullied, ten eyes and ten fingers. If you can't climb to the immortals, you will be shameless if you lose and surrender. Calling for the natural production of Shi Shangying, the merit is worthy of the front step. I can clear the turbidity of everyone, and I can wake up after a thousand days of drunkenness. Qu Yuan tried to summon spirits, but Liu Ling had to hear thunder. Lu Tong dared not to sing, and Lu Yu had to make a scripture. In the forest, there is no tea star. Shangshan Zhangren Xiu Ruzhi, Shouyang Mr. Xiu Caiwei, Chang'an wine price reduced by one million, Chengdu Pharmaceutical Market has no brilliance. It's not as good as a sip of the fairy mountain, and Ling Ran wants to fly in the wind. Jun Mo envy the girl among the flowers only fights grass and wins the pearls. ”

Wen Yunsun nodded and said, "Yes, it is not easy to reach such a realm. After all, this tea song is already a miracle of a generation of tea poems. The old gentleman brought these celadon tea cups by himself, right? The color of the cup is precious and blue, and the jade strip is the top, and the brown color of the hair is also taken, and the bottom will be deep and slightly wide. At the bottom, the tea should be erect and easy to take milk; Wide and the transport of the whisk is swirling, not hindering the blow. However, the amount of tea must be measured, and the cup should be small. If there is less tea in the cup, the brown color will be masked; If the tea is too small, the soup will not be exhausted. If the cup is hot, the tea will be durable. These teacups look like good stuff! ”

The old man laughed and said, "Little brother has a good eye! These tea cups are fired in the official kiln, which is okay! By the way, the old man just saw that the musket he touched out seemed to be different from the musket that the old man had seen, I wonder if the little brother can show the old man? After speaking, the old man turned his eyes to Li Xiang, it turned out that the purpose of him asking a few people to come over to drink tea was still this.

Li Xiang saw that the old man was talking extraordinary, in this capital, such a person should be either rich or expensive, but the pistol was not a brute rifle of this era, it seems that this old man should have a certain understanding of muskets, otherwise he would not ask to see it. Li Xiang didn't want people to know about the pistol, but after thinking about it, he showed it to the old man, and he couldn't figure it out, after all, something like a pistol was a thing that was ahead of the times, just fool the old man casually, and it didn't seem appropriate to refuse him.

So Li Xiang nodded, still touched the swarthy pistol, pushed it in front of the old man, and then said: "Old man, this is the musket just now, this is the iron musket made by the juniors themselves, which is naturally different from ordinary muskets." ”

As soon as the old man saw the delicate pistol, a pair of eyes that were originally slightly cloudy immediately appeared with a burst of eagerness, because he could see that this musket was a good thing, and if the army of the Great Song Dynasty could be equipped with this kind of musket, then there was no need to be afraid of the Mongolian cavalry. The identity of the old man, is indeed what Li Xiang guessed, he is actually the squire of the military department, before seeing Li Xiang touch out the musket, naturally is very interested, the old man knows that the musket at this time, the power is too small, although the ordnance supervision employs more than 4,000 workers, which is divided into ten workshops, the production of gunpowder and firearms each has a workshop, the scale is also very large, can be the same sunrise crossbow gunpowder arrow 7,000, bow gunpowder arrow 10,000, tribulus terrestris cannon 3,000, leather artillery 20,000. However, these firearms were not enough to change the disadvantage of the Song army against the Mongol cavalry.

However, just after seeing Li Xiang's musket, this soldier knew that the opportunity had come, Li Xiang's musket was definitely a weapon that could make the Great Song army strong, so he must let Li Xiang take out this musket to watch, because his next step was to let Li Xiang contribute the method of making this musket to the imperial court.

Seeing that Li Xiang didn't know where to find the previous musket again, Wen Yunsun and the others also stared at this swarthy guy, just such a palm-sized thing, can it really kill people? At least Wen Yunsun didn't believe it, after all, at this time, where would people have thought that one day hot weapons would replace cold weapons, and they could make muskets so exquisitely.

The old man picked up Li Xiang's pistol with both hands, and felt extremely heavy when he started it, he felt extremely puzzled, where was the gunpowder for such a small thing? And why can it be launched continuously? The old man saw that this thing was not more than a foot long, but it weighed more than a pound and a half, and when he saw that the muzzle of the gun was swarthy, the old man looked inside with his eyes, he didn't know that the muzzle of the gun could not be pointed at people, in case of misfire, he would just finish the game.

Seeing this, Li Xiang hurriedly said, "Old man, be careful!" If this gun goes off, it won't hurt you! ”

The old man blushed at this time, and seemed to be reluctant to return the pistol to Li Xiang.

Li Xiang took the pistol and put it back again, and then the old man asked again: "Little brother, how did you make this musket?" Such a good thing should be dedicated to the imperial court, if it is left in the dust, it would be a pity! ”