"Damn, it's so powerful!"

And here, entrusted by Zhang Tianbao, Zhang Ruixin came to Fu Mansion with a bunch of mud craftsmen to help him repair the house, looking at the mess in the main hall, and hearing Zhang Tianbao say that this was still the scene caused by the experimental version of the horsetail grenade, Zhang Ruixin was stunned. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seems that he still underestimated the power of this horsetail grenade, and it was more shocking to see than to hear.

"Young owner, you better go out, there are ghosts here......"

The foreman who followed behind was very nervous, and his palms were sweating, a few months ago, the Taoist priest who was invited by the Chamber of Commerce to subdue demons was twisted off his neck and thrown on the street.

If something happens to him, it's nothing, but if something happens to the young owner, then he is not the only one who is unlucky.

"What are you afraid of!" Zhang Ruixin said. "I never believed that there were ghosts here, and the Taoist priests you invited were also some magic sticks, my brother-in-law has already said that he made this place like this, because he used magic weapons to destroy the ghosts, you don't have to be afraid, hurry up and clean up this place, I'll press you down!"

The foreman of "this ......" didn't know that Zhang Ruixin had a brother-in-law there, and he didn't know whether Zhang Ruixin's words were true or false, so he was very embarrassed.

"What is this, why don't you hurry?" Zhang Ruixin was a little dissatisfied.

"Okay!" The words were said to be this, and the foreman had no choice but to do it.

Zhang Ruixin put his hands around his chest, looked at the craftsmen who began to clean up everywhere, and frowned again.

"My brother-in-law said that the ghost is actually a wild man, and I don't know if it's true, but it's a pity that the body has been disposed of by the people of the Vientiane Camp, it's a pity, otherwise you can't see the living, and it's still good to see the dead!"

Of course, Zhang Ruixin helped Zhang Tianbao so much, to be reasonable, Zhang Tianbao should not deceive Zhang Ruixin, but now that Fu Jie's identity is special and the world is so chaotic, it is better to be careful, anyway, Zhang Ruixin didn't suffer anything, right?

......

As for the current situation in Jiangbei, Zhang Tianbao, who was sitting in the backyard of the Chunshen Palace smoking a cigarette, also had a bottom.

It is not so much that he accidentally bumped into a pond in Jiangbei and disturbed the calm water of a pond in Jiangbei, but that he came by chance and happened to wade into this pond of muddy water.

Zhao Dongmu's entry into Yanjing is a signal that the water is beginning to stir, and there is no doubt that the fuse should be that something happened to Yanjing.

and then the first arrow shot by Tenglong's secret spy against the Hou Mansion, the situation in Jiangbei began to get out of control, Zou Wuyan, Zhu Wanchang, Li Changlong and then the major officials, openly and secretly, the most powerful people on the table in Jiangbei jumped out.

And behind them is the one person they all refer to, the Eighth Prince.

The eighth prince did so many things, undoubtedly he wanted to be the emperor, but what happened to Yanjing, Zhang Tianbao couldn't guess.

However, he has already made the ghost to stand on the opposite side of the eighth prince.

Isn't it afraid that these competitions are exactly the games he often played when he was a mercenary?

He firmly believes that slowly, he will be able to lift the veil of this matter.

And the small role of Zou Wanjia is his first step.

Wait and see at night.

"Whew......" Zhang Tianbao smiled, took a puff of cigarette, and spit it out.

"Boss!" At this moment, the little fat man Yang Ze and the little thin man He Hao came running around.

"You didn't show up all morning, we're worried!"

"Like, we thought you were eaten by a ghost!"

"The devil dares to eat me?" Zhang Tianbao is very disdainful, now that ghost is in his house, and he is still obedient.

"Also, how dare the ghost eat you!"

"Uh-huh, I'm afraid it's too late for you!"

The two of them scratched their heads and smirked.

"That's right!" Zhang Tianbao looked at the little fat man Yang Zedao again. "I asked you to make a few thousand more of those things I asked you to make last time!"

"Thousands!" The little fat man Yang Ze was startled, and his face suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"What, no?" Zhang Tianbao frowned.

"Okay, yes, it's ......," the little fat man Yang Ze said a little embarrassed. Boss, the last time I made those things for you, it took all the top carpenters in my family a day's time, if you do a few thousand more, it is estimated that it will take more than a month, more than a month, my dad knows and is estimated to beat me to death! ”

"Yes!" After all, the little fat man Yang Ze's family is in business, and he delays people for a month, not to mention, and exhausts other people's resources, especially those woods Zhang Tianbao also knows how to do it, it is definitely the top wood of the hardwood family, so take it for nothing, even if it is a brother, it is not suitable.

"That's ......," Zhang Tianbao looked up and said again. You just said that we Lecheng Hou Mansion placed an order with you, how much money do you want, you set a price, I will give it, and then your father will not only not beat you, but will also praise you, but when the money is settled, I may have to delay it for a month or two! ”

"Wow, Boss, you're so smart!" As soon as he heard this, the little fat man Yang Ze's eyes lit up. "The order of the Marquis of Lecheng, let alone postpone it for a month or two, even if it is postponed for a year or two, my father is willing, I'll go back and talk about it!"

"Hmm!" With Zhang Ruixin as the backing, sales are not a problem, and with the backing of the Lecheng Houfu, the little fat man Yang Ze's family will definitely not dare to open the price indiscriminately, this ticket business is a sure profit.

"This time it's not just a commendation, I feel like I'm going to glorify my ancestors, hahahaha......"

"Boss, what about me!" Looking at the little fat man Yang Ze who ran away excitedly, the little thin man He Hao hurriedly said.

"What kind of business does your family have?" Zhang Tianbao asked.

"The iron slag and wax you want are mine!" The little thin man He Hao hurriedly said.

"Okay!" Nodding, Zhang Tianbao said. "Although the demand is not particularly large, but it is also needed, you can also go back and tell your father to prepare a little, and also open a price!"

"Okay boss!" As soon as he heard this, the little fat man He Hao also turned his head excitedly and ran away. "I want to glorify my ancestors! Hahahaha......"

Looking at the two of them, Zhang Tianbao was in a cold sweat, but these two little brothers are a little stupid, but they are still quite useful, the two of them basically got all the materials needed for the horsetail grenade, and their future supply chain should be no problem.

As for black powder, he has 1,000 catties, a horsetail grenade only costs about 40 grams, and 1,000 catties can make 12,500, which should be enough for now.

After taking three or two puffs of cigarettes, Zhang Tianbao, who had nothing to do, strolled around and returned to Tianzi No. 1 Library.

As soon as he entered the door and sat with his front feet, Zhu Da Fat and Wang Quanquan also came in with his mouth wiped on his back feet, and he was carrying two food boxes in his hands.

"Brother-in-law, for you, you must be full, you have to go alone with Zou Shao at night!"

After putting down one box on Zhang Tianbao's desk, the two put another box on Zou Wanjia's desk.

"Zou Shao, for you, you must be full, you have to go to fight with my brother-in-law at night!"

The two of Zhu Da Fat's master and servant, who live in calculations all day long, are really heartbreaking!

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(A lot of people have noticed that my updates have been slower and less recently, and I haven't left a message for you, so I'll explain it to you now.)

1. I don't write novels full-time, 80% of the novels written on the website can't support myself, don't just aim at the three less, the top gods of potatoes have an annual income of 10 million.

I live by writing novels, and I guess I will go to see God in a month, so I have my own job, and in my own work, I belong to the core personnel, so I won't talk about the specifics, anyway, this time is very busy.

Second, I haven't left a message recently, but I have seen your every move, I am a person who is unwilling to live up to others, as long as there is one person, I feel ashamed, so no matter how tired or late, I stay up late to write a chapter or two.

Three, so I have a severe cold, my head is super painful, my limbs are weak, not to mention writing books, it is difficult to get out of bed, but I still lie in bed and write a chapter every day, and my state is very poor.

I thought about giving up, and I also thought about why I should work hard for a broken novel, it's not worth it!

I don't write novels to make money, I write novels and smoke cigarettes, two packs a day, a pack of 100 yuan, 6000 a month, and my manuscript fee is currently 0.

Money is a trivial matter, and I have a great burden on my body and mind.

Not only that, but I also sacrificed a lot of leisure time, and I even refused to do a man's favorite thing about picking up girls.

It's hard and tiring.

Forget it, I don't want to say more, I hope that all book friends will be more tolerant of the author when reading books, not only me, thank you! Only when you enter a line can you know the bitterness of a line!

Happy holidays, everyone, although I don't know what holidays we have...... ）