Chapter 102 Language of Interests

"Oh, and that else?" Gong Nian Huai leaned the bamboo tube against the wall and looked up at the sky, "The clouds are moving, and this rain can't last." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Well, I don't know how Xiangyang is, if there is no major change, tomorrow Stone will be here. Hehe, Nian Huai, do you remember that Cui Zuotou, oh, it's the head of this institute, the one who hasn't come to perform his duties for three years. ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai thought for a while, "It seems that Yan Zhen mentioned that the matter was caused by that Cui Zuotou?" ”

"It doesn't matter who caused it, what matters is that there is a courtyard here. That Cui Zuotou is a smart person and a slippery head. It's just that Yan Zuotou is not as lucky as him, and there is no boss who can speak to protect him, so Yan Shi can only stay here and look at the sky and ask God to help him. Meng Zhijing hugged his arms, the corners of his mouth pulled the ripples of laughter, and the smile was a little cold.

"Oh!" Gong Yi Nianhuai nodded, this kind of thing exists in all times, to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a conflict of interests, and it has nothing to do with people. Replaced by Yan Shi and Liu Shi, as long as this Zuoyuan is still standing on the territory of Zaoyang, there will be a contradiction between the Zhongshun Army and the Zuoyuan, unless one side completely overwhelms the other.

In this way, Yan Shi is just a gun blocker, and it has nothing to do with personal friendship, only with the position of the two sides.

According to later generations, this is a structural contradiction. As long as this structure exists, the contradictions are irreconcilable.

No wonder I saw Yan Shi for the first time, from Fang Qiong to Meng Zhijing, I didn't want to see Yan Shi, the reason was this.

However, judging from Yan Shi's performance, he himself does not want this contradiction to continue, and even wants to bridge the contradiction between the two.

Yan Shi did not obey Meng Hui's orders, his boss should be the Duzuoyuan located in Jiangling, and the Duzuoyuan directly belonged to the Ministry of Industry.

There is a division of labor between Meng Heng and Yan Shi in terms of official position and ministry, but there is no subordinate relationship. There is a cooperative relationship between the Chung Shun Army and the Shoin, and it is difficult to say who is higher and who is lower.

Yan Shi was able to personally send the raw materials for preparing gunpowder to Meng Heng's mansion, and his posture was low enough, which was a bit of a direct subordinate relationship.

However, the relationship between the Loyal Shunjun and the Zuoyuan cannot be solved by bowing his head strictly, or it has nothing to do with Yanshi at all, no matter what Yanshi does, the contradiction between the two will not be bridged, let alone disappear.

"Hehe, that Cui Zuotou still wants to break his wrist with my loyal army, how about it, don't you roll up the cover and roll back to Jiangling obediently. It's just Yan Zuotou, hehe, they're coming. "The more Meng Zhijing talks, the more boundless he becomes, and he doesn't want to listen to these dog-biting dog-like dog skin upside down, but he can't stop Meng Zhijing from talking, and he should rent his ears to Meng Zhijing, so you can say what you want.

"The two sons, hehe, I don't know that the two sons have arrived, we are late, we are late." Across the road, Wang Gui shouted, especially the last sentence, which reminded Gong Nian Huai of Wang Xifeng, if Wang Gui shaved off his beard and laughed twice, it would be more like.

In addition to Li Zhen and Wang Gui, there were two other people. These two people are old and young, the old ones are only about the same age as Fang Qiong, less than forty or fifty, looking at the purple-red face and the muscles on the arms, they should be blacksmiths.

And that young man, looking at his face, is almost the same as Meng Zhijing. Judging by his steps, he is a person with a strong heart.

After the two sides met the ceremony, the man with a purple face Yan Shi introduced, "Sir, Meng Gongzi, this is the craftsman of the courtyard, Tan Hong Tan. ”

Looking at Yan Shi's expression, this Tan Hong Tan craftsman is very serious, or even respectful.

Tan Jiang arched his hand, saying that he didn't dare, but there was no sense of daring on his face. There was inquiry and contempt in the eyes that swept through Gong Nian Huai, and the movements of the hands were far less neat than those of the sledgehammer.

Gong lost the recitation of Huai and Meng Zhijing, and it was just an arch of his hand, which was regarded as a return gift.

Yan Shi coughed lightly, pointed at the young man and said, "This is Wang Xiaochun, and the sample cannon was made by Xiaochun." ”

The person named Wang Xiaochun just glanced at Meng Zhijing, and the corners of his mouth moved, even if he had said hello. The attention is on the public loss of Nianhuai, and the focus is not on the unique clothing of the public loss Nianhuai.

Wang Xiaochun's two eyes scanned up and down at Gong Nian Huai, like an X-ray machine, as if he wanted to see Gong Nian Huai through, his eyes were bold and unrestrained.

"Oh?" Gong Yi Nianhuai picked up the bamboo tube and handed it to Wang Xiaochun, "This is what you did?" ”

"Exactly. Are you a loser? Wang Xiaochun glanced at the bamboo tube in Gong Nian Huai's hand, his eyes returned to Gong Nian Huai's face, and asked rhetorically.

"Oh, I'm Gong Nian Huai. How did you come up with the idea of using bamboo tubes to make cannons? Gong Nian Huai handed the bamboo tube in front of Wang Xiaochun again.

"Oh, isn't this exactly what Childe painted? Childe specified that it should be cast with copper or iron, and he did not say that it would not be used with bamboo. Wang Xiaochun raised his eyebrows, and by the way, he also lost the army of Nianhuai.

Oh, the law does not prohibit it! Good boy, this loophole is drilled, so that Gong Nian Huai is speechless.

"Okay, please try the cannon and let the kid open his eyes." Gong Nian Huai stuffed the bamboo tube into Wang Xiaochun's hand and didn't look at him again.

"Yan Zuotou, where to try?" Gong Nian Huai directly talked to the old apprentice he gambled on, isn't Wang Xiaochun, a hairy little guy, still a little unconvinced, then let him blow up his hair.

"How about being here, sir?" Yan Shi first glanced at Wang Xiaochun fiercely, and then bowed down to salute, in front of his two subordinates, Yan Shi didn't feel that there was anything wrong with saluting a prince as big as his son, and he was respectful.

The look of astonishment in Tan Jiangtou's eyes flashed, and Wang Xiaochun's mouth was open enough to fit a big goose egg, staring at Yan Shi, and then looking at Gong Nian Huai. I don't know why Yan Zuotou wants to call this half-old child Mr.

The relationship between Yan Zuotou and Gong Nian Huai is only understood by Li Zhen and Wang Gui in the courtyard. Li Zhen and Wang Gui will not publicize this matter everywhere in the courtyard. Yan Shibai is not Shi Miyuan, the minister of power, as a teacher, but just a half-grown child who was born out of nowhere, and it is a bit embarrassing to say it.

Is a craftsman a literary or a martial artist? Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Craftsmen are not convinced, and if they are convinced, it means that their skills are not as good as others, and they will lose their jobs. From this point of view, craftsmen can be regarded as martial arts.

But the craftsman is the most convincing, if someone really overpowers him, he does not hesitate to snort on the ground, and admires it with his heart. From this point of view, it is also more like the character of a martial artist.

The literati are light, and the craftsmen are also light. It's just that craftsmen despise each other more from their mouths, but if the literati are contemptuous, it may evolve into a drama of killing people with a pen. There is no blood in the killing, or even the person who is killed thanks to the murderer before he dies.

So Tan Hong and Wang Xiaochun looked at their heads, and actually called this young man sir, his eyes had crackled and fell to the ground, turning into glass balls.

What's wrong with Yan Zuotou, how can you recognize Mr. when you see anyone, is it possible that the fortune teller said that Yan Zuotou lacked a little gentleman in his life, so he drew one in order to seek more blessings?

No matter what Tan Hong and Wang Xiaochun think, since Yan Zuotou respects this half-grown child so much, as Yan Zuotou's subordinate, it is the right thing to do now to save Yan Zuotou's face and stand with Yan Zuotou.

"Right here?" Gong Nian Huai frowned, and looked around, this place is also spacious, pay attention to the spacious, not wide.

It is ten meters away from the front house, and there is a road across the west side, and it is almost ten meters away from the nearest house.

The courtyard wall opposite the road was no more than one and a half meters high, and if they were fired from where they were standing, there would be no problem for the shells to cross the courtyard wall.

"Yan Zuotou, I heard you say that you have already tried, right here?" Gong Nian Huai is still not at ease, this is artillery, and using bamboo tubes as cannon barrels is also artillery. And Gong Nian Huai was not worried about whether the cannonball could cross the courtyard wall, he was worried that the cannonball would explode before the bamboo tube flew out.

If the bamboo tube is blown up, the lethality is no less than the power of a mortar shell. The bamboo chips and bamboo chips that are blown up are equal to the bullets that fly randomly, and they will drill whatever they touch, and human flesh is their favorite.

"It's here, if Mr. wants to change places, Yuan Zhi will arrange it."

"Oh, forget it, since you've tried, let's be here, Brother Meng and I, hey, we have to hide in this room first."

The public loses Nianhuai will never pretend to be a hero, strive to be a bachelor, hide if he can, hide if he can, and the gentleman will not stand under the dangerous wall, not to mention the public loses Nianhuai.

Moreover, this is gunpowder, it is artillery, and the fire is not only big, but also denied by the six relatives.

"Nian Huai, let's watch it here too." Meng Zhijing listened to the words of Gong Yi Nian Huai, and said it in public, and his face was a little unbearable. And who is he, the young leader of the most powerful armed forces in the Zaoyang area, who was frightened by a bamboo cannon and hid in the house, he can't say this, it's a shame to say it.

"Yan Zuotou, find a few shields, the bigger ones are stronger, and those who don't want to enter the house will have one for each person." Gong Yi Nian Huai didn't want Meng Zhijing to have problems, since they didn't think so, he couldn't joke with them with his life. Gong lost Nian Huai, and he didn't care if the guest was with the host, and he directly asked for strictness.

"Yes, yes," Yan Shi had to follow the words of Gong Nian Huai, although he told him like this, some did not take him seriously, but Gong Nian Huai took their lives seriously, and Yan Shi could still distinguish which one was lighter and which one was heavier than the head. Although the cowardice of the public and Nian Huai made Yan Shi a little embarrassed, it is better to lose face than to lose his head.

"Li Zhen, find someone to send the shield over." Yan Shi commanded, and said to Wang Xiaochun, "Xiaochun, according to the test, get two more copies, and test the cannon for the two sons to see." ”

"Yes!" Wang Xiaochun bowed his head in response, took the bamboo tube to another house, and straightened his body when he walked past Gongyi Nianhuai. I was a little surprised to see the public lose Nianhuai.

"Tan Craftsman, if you have any questions about casting cannons, you can inquire with Gonggongzi." Taking advantage of Wang Xiaochun's time when he entered the house to prepare to fire the gun, Yan Shi walked in front of Tan Hong and spoke softly.

"Head, you said that the cannon was drawn by the male loser, cough, male loser?" Tan Hong stole a glance at Gong Yi Nianhuai, "It's still a child, how can he draw a firearm." Oh, but the picture is really good, and I can take it back and show it to my little grandson. ”