Chapter Seven: The Grasshopper Shakes the Tree and Talks about the Ant's Revenge on the Elephant (1)

"The army that passed through here last month is there to exterminate the Blue Dragon Gang. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Grandpa said, shaking his head. "Green Dragon Gang! Exterminate the Blue Dragon Gang? Except for Yun Fan, the rest of the people screamed. That's right, it's the Green Dragon Gang. After receiving an affirmative answer, the whole family sighed with the grandfather.

The locals are grateful to the Green Dragon Gang. What they sighed was not that they couldn't help the Qinglong Gang, it was something that was not within their ability, what they sighed was what their grandfather said, and the good days were over. The Blue Dragon Gang has nothing to do with these laymen, but they have been sheltered by the remnants of the Green Dragon Gang. The fierce beasts in the mountains near here, the dragons (crocodile-like creatures) in the water, were driven and slaughtered by the monks and warriors of the Qinglong Gang, at least they didn't pose much of a threat, and the roads up and down the mountains were also built by the Qinglong Gang, otherwise, relying on these mortals, they couldn't dig it for a lifetime. Although the Blue Dragon Gang did not do these things specifically for them, they were the beneficiaries. It is precisely because of the Green Dragon Gang that there is Long Danjin, which is slowly developing. The big tree sheltered overhead suddenly collapsed, and the residents of Long Danjin were at a loss for a while, even if there was not much change in the short term, it would definitely not be too long, and they would definitely face the fangs of high-level beasts.

"There should be monks in the Blue Dragon Gang, with those armies, can they exterminate the Blue Dragon Gang?" Yun Fan didn't know much about the meaning of their sighs, he had only lived here for eight years, and he didn't know much about the origin of Long Danjin, but he heard that the monks were all very powerful, known as half-immortals, and there were monks in the Blue Dragon Gang.

"Yes, but there are more people, I heard that the Zan family even sent out the worship of the middle level of the monk. First used the army to blockade layer by layer, preparing to encircle the point to send reinforcements, but for more than a month, there was no one to help. The Zan family couldn't wait, and began to advance gradually, planning to completely wipe out the Blue Dragon Gang within a month. Send someone to inform the town today that it is strictly forbidden to help the remnants of the traitors of the Blue Dragon Gang, if anyone slips through the net. Hmph, in a chaotic world, who is the traitor of whom! Grandpa was furious.

Traitor, a month? Yun Fan remembered something that he was about to forget, there was a guy who accused Zan Yu of being a traitor, and he didn't know if he was still in the cellar.

"So what do we do?" Grandma was also a little worried. "There is no result discussed today, some people want to leave, some people want to stay, and they make an appointment to continue the discussion tomorrow. Let's take one step at a time. Grandpa said helplessly.

A dinner was tasteless and absent-minded. After hurriedly picking up a bowl of rice, Yun Fan took his leave. When I got home, I locked the courtyard door, and secretly gave myself courage, if I was still there, I must have been dead for a long time, if I wasn't there, there was nothing to be afraid of, go and see. I lit the oil lamp and came to the wood house that I hadn't entered in a month. The thing pressed against the lid of the cellar was still the same, and it did not move. Remove all the objects on the lid of the cellar and remove the cloth towel around the lid to seal the gaps, and a pungent smell comes out.

Yun Fan dragged the lid and ran out immediately, not because he was afraid, but because he avoided inhaling harmful gases. The firewood and grass that were lit at the beginning were not completely burned due to lack of oxygen, and a large amount of carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide were produced. In the small cellar, there is also an unknown gas produced by roasting drunken fairy grass that has begun to be poured in. Only this mixture of gases without oxygen, where does Yun Fan dare to touch it.

I don't know how long it will take for the gas in the cellar to be dissipated, Yun Fan opened the doors and windows, and didn't dare to go back to the house to sleep, so he walked around the yard. I want to go to Ming's house to sleep, but I can't find a good excuse, if I go to the inn in the town, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to explain the reason tomorrow. Forget it, let's practice, compare and draw, run and jump, I only feel that the time is very long, and people are particularly easy to get tired. I really can't practice anymore, so I move a stool, run to the upwind and sit down, and think about my thoughts quietly.

Zan Yu will be back in a month, just think of a way to kill him. What do you think? There is no need to think about force, you can't get close to his body, and even if you can get close, it is estimated that you can't kill him. Hidden weapons? No. Bow and arrow? No, archery is too bad, and there is only one chance to strike. Digging a pit? Stinky, what are you kidding, people are hugging each other, but it is not his turn to fall into the pit. If only there were guns, hey! Yun Fan jumped up, you can really try it.

Yun Fan recently learned that the technology here may not be much backward, at least it is similar to China at the end of the Qing Dynasty, or even a little stronger, but it is not popular. This point is actually easy to understand, Chinese history of 5,000 years, science and technology from the Warring States period to the Ming Dynasty, almost no progress, still cattle farming, horse riding, cold weapons, not without good things, is not popularized and applied. Gunpowder existed in the Tang Dynasty, and by the time of the Qing Dynasty, it was necessary to launch a Westernization movement to learn from foreigners.

There are fireworks, mostly used for celebration, or fireworks used to transmit signals, indicating that there is gunpowder here; I have also heard that there is oil here, but it smells too bad to burn, so it is not liked by people, not to mention that there seems to be very few places where there is a shortage of fuel, and the vegetable oil similar to tung fruit has a wide variety of fruits and a lot of production. Needless to say, coal.

These things haven't developed, in fact, they are just a layer of window paper. It is estimated that there is no budding capital, and the expansion of capital is the driving force behind the rapid development of science and technology.

There is also war is also a catalyst for scientific and technological progress, but the war here is also very different, the difference in the strength of human beings on the earth is not very large, in reality, one person against ten, perhaps, one enemy against hundred, that only exists in fiction, individual heroism does not work, only through scientific and technological means can effectively improve lethality. But this is precisely the paradise of individual heroism, and the high-level monks who break through the limits of the human body are relatively similar to ordinary people, and they are undoubtedly the same existence as nuclear weapons, and no matter how many ordinary people there are, they are just a swarm of ants in their eyes.

Practicality is the direction that people pay attention to, ordinary people can't hurt monks with no matter how clever they are, because their speed is faster than bullets, of course, no one will study further, and improving the strength of the ontology is the right way out for them. Therefore, even if someone understands some advanced technology, he does not spread and popularize it, those are just some by-products of his research, and Chinese gunpowder was invented by some alchemists, but it was discarded as a disadvantage.

Does that mean that high-end monks have no scruples? This starts with the cultivator's mind that changes with the change of the body, if you are a martial arts master, and say that there are a thousand children in the kindergarten who challenge you, will you fight? This has nothing to do with winning or losing, nor does it involve face, it is purely boring. Another point may be a side effect of cultivation, once a martial artist's skill reaches a certain level, he can no longer give birth normally. Therefore, in order to maintain the reproduction of human beings, there is an automatic, conventional, rule that high-ranking monks disdain, are unwilling or cannot casually attack those below the martial artist. Because monks are also inseparable from the mundane, many of the resources they need have to be supplied by the mundane.

Of course, this is not a law, it is just a conventional prohibition, and if there is a valid reason, it is difficult for others to say anything. Zan Yu, for example, was a little worried about the Yun family's monk's revenge. However, this kind of revenge is only possible, the life span of a monk is very long, one or two hundred years old is not unusual, human beings only have one generation in about twenty years, and the descendants of the future generations may have seven or eight generations away. Human beings can intermarry after five suits, and they can no longer be completely regarded as a family, and it is difficult to say how much family affection there is. The monks' needs are handled by their own agents, and if the agents are not good or disobedient, they will do it themselves.

Therefore, when the monk reaches the high level, he is already like a god, and ordinary people can worship and pray, but they will not be afraid. Middle- and low-level monks are subject to high-level monks, and they will not act indiscriminately. For example, if your three- or four-year-old child fights with his peers, you can't care, but if a teenager hits your three- or four-year-old child, you can't care less. In short, monks have a transcendent identity, a detached mentality, and their object of competition is the same kind, which is not harmful, but protective, to ordinary people.

Yun Fan has not been completely assimilated by this world, and the status of science and technology in his heart is still extremely high, and there is no extraordinary skill at present, so he can only ponder the unusual path. The formula of gunpowder seems to be one nitrate, two sulfon, and three charcoal, which should be able to be manufactured, but as for nitroglycerin and TNT, there is no need to think about it for the time being. Nuclear bombs, not to mention, although a bachelor's degree in physics, is only a little bit of a theory, even if it can be built, that kind of devil should not appear in this purely natural world. Thinking of this, he suddenly shuddered, there were a lot of people in the Physics Experiment Building at that time, and he probably wouldn't be the luckiest one, did anyone else also descend on Yuanxing? There were a lot of tech maniacs in that building.

The calm Yun Fan would not be bothered by probably, possibly, and maybe, and quickly put aside and continued his idea of making guns. The key to the gun is not a bullet or a firing machine, but a steel tube that can withstand the force of the explosion. It is estimated that it will not work by hammering, it is better to cast, and it should not be too brittle. Casting, well・・・・・・, molds ・・・・・・. Thinking about the specific details, I didn't feel the passage of time, and suddenly I looked back, and the sun had risen over the mountains in the east.

Tuk, tuk, the knock on the door came, and Ming Feng's crisp cry then sounded, "Brother Fan, Brother Fan, are you up?" It's time to eat. "Due to the confined terrain of the mountainous area, when the sun comes out, it is already dawn for a long time. Seeing Yun Fan come to breakfast on time, the Ming family called Ming Feng to shout. "Hey, it's coming, it's coming." Jumping home with Mingfeng, the adults were not responsible, and the depressed mood was still faintly flowing on their faces. After dinner, grandpa went out again, Ming Feng took the three boys to prepare for iron smelting, and the iron ore dug up from the open-pit iron mine on the mountain a few days ago was still piled up next to the small blast furnace in the backyard.

"Master, I want to make a utensil." Yun Fan said.

"Oh," Ming Feng didn't bother to ask, "You can build it, and you can get it from home if you need it." "I'm worried about Long Danjin's big things, and I can't take care of children's things.

Yun Fan then began his great business of making guns, testing gunpowder, firing pottery molds, casting gun barrels, etc., and sometimes Mingfeng and his two elder brothers also came to join in the fun. In the backyard of the Yun family, crackling, rumbling explosions of all sizes sounded from time to time. The first success was a grenade, a powder mixed with nitrate and phosphorus charcoal, rolled into thin strips of flammable paper as a lead, and inserted into a small ceramic bottle filled with gunpowder and sealed with a wooden stopper. I know that using iron cans or adding iron nails to gunpowder will be more lethal, but it is too easy to cause accidents when manufacturing, and I dare not pursue perfection.

Slowly, the so-called 'gun' also took shape, with a long steel pipe at the front end and a drop-shaped inverted hoist at the rear end, with a small hole in the hoist for the lead. This can't be called a gun, like the trumpet of the red-coated cannon in the Ming and Qing dynasties in the previous life, gunpowder and bullets are added from the nozzle, and the bullet is a solid warhead cast. In order to prevent recoil, a small shelf was also made, although this kind of thing is not very big, it is still a little thicker than the current rifle, and I dare not hold it in my hand, the shock and temperature caused by the shoddy explosives are not something that Yun Fan can bear, and can only be firmly fixed on the ground to accurately hit the fixed target, as for the mobile target, forget it.

With the process, Mingfeng gradually became melancholy, he was not stupid, what Yun Fan was going to do, everyone could slowly guess. To avenge his mother, no one has anything to say, even if he knows that he is sent to death, it is not easy to stop. On this day, Yun Fan and the Ming brothers went up the mountain to mine again, Ming Feng was at home alone, played the Ming family boxing several times, and never knew the essentials, and kept thinking about Yun Fan's revenge, and walked around the yard. Grandma, who was sitting under the eaves doing needlework, sighed, "Feng'er, what's the use of you going around, I really can't rest assured, so I'll go and persuade him." Mingfeng was stunned, "Grandma, I'm afraid I won't be able to persuade you." "How do you know if you don't try?" Mingfeng said hesitantly: "Then I'll try?" Grandma nodded affirmatively. Mingfeng couldn't wait for Yun Fan to come back, so he went out to the mine to greet Yun Fan.

Yun Fan and Minghu Mingbiao carried four or five hundred catties of ore on their backs, bowed forward, and strode back. Don't look at the age, the three of them are very strong, and the Dongzhou people may be born with great strength, carrying hundreds of pounds of things on their backs, and their steps are fast and steady. Descending the mountain to the plain, Minghu proposed to take a break.

Yun Fan saw that the road was not far away, so he said: "Huzi, don't rest, two or three miles away, I will arrive in one breath." ”

Minghu smiled bitterly, "Okay, let's go." I said, Fanwa, do you need to work so hard? Yun Fan sighed and said: "If you don't fight, you can't do it, the gap is too big." "The gap with whom is too big, the three of them know it in their hearts. The atmosphere was a little dull for a while, and they all lowered their heads and hurried away.

The way into town passes through a grove. As soon as I entered the woods, I suddenly heard Mingfeng's screams and the frolicking sounds of several boys. Yun Fan threw the basket on his back to the ground, pulled his legs and ran in the direction of the sound. Ming Hu and Ming Biao also quickened their pace, but they still carried the basket on their backs.

From a distance, I saw a guy holding Mingfeng, obviously being rude, and two boys reaching out to touch him. Yun Fan yelled, "Brute, let her go." ”

When several people heard Yun Fan's roar, they let go of Ming Feng with a grin, and teased: "Yo, your man is in a hurry." ”

Ming Feng took a sip and ran towards Yun Fan. Yun Fan greeted Mingfeng and looked up and down, "Are you okay?" ”

Mingfeng shook his head, "It's okay." ”

Yun Fan said: "You are waiting here, I will avenge you." With that, he ran at the men.

Mingfeng was confused, "What revenge?" ”

The kid who was holding Mingfeng at that time was called Kong Xia, and the accomplices next to him were called Kong Qiu and Cao Zhi. The Kong family has the largest population in Longdanjin, and has three brothers in the Ming grandfather's generation, eleven cousins in the Ming Feng generation, and more in the Ming Hu generation, nearly twenty. Kong Xia and Kong Qiu are the second. Cao Zhi is the grandson of the pharmacist Cao Ren. Usually children fight each other, and the Kong family rarely suffers.

Seeing Yun Fan rushing over angrily, Kong Xia also said with a hippie smile: "Fanwa, your daughter-in-law is really watery, and the two little peaches in front have grown." ”

Yun Fan didn't answer, and came up with a punch. One is intentional, the other is unprepared. Kong Xia was smashed in the face by Yun Fan's punch and immediately fell to the ground. Yun Fan has been using the hammer for a long time, full of strength, and recently he has been systematically trained, and with a reckless punch, he directly knocked Kong Xia unconscious. Kong Qiuhe Cao Zhi exclaimed. However, Yun Fan didn't let them go, kicked Kong Qiu's chest with one leg, and hit Cao Zhi's jaw with a bow fist with his left hand.

Both of them have also practiced martial arts, and they shouted while making defensive moves: "Fanwa, you are crazy." Yun Fan's eyes were on fire, and he didn't speak, and he unleashed the Ming Family Fist and blindly attacked. Although the strength and height of these two people were not worse than Yun Fan's, they couldn't stand Yun Fan's desperateness, and they each took several hits, screaming in pain, and fled to both sides.

At this time, Minghu Mingbiao finally arrived, and seeing that Yun Fan was crazy, he put down the basket and came up to grab him, "Fanwa, what are you doing?" ”

Yun Fan was so angry that he smoked, "What are you doing?" I'm going to beat them to death. ”

Minghu yelled, "Okay, what are you crazy about, why did you kill them?" ”

Yun Fan stared back at Minghu as if he didn't know him, "Why?" Didn't you see them bullying Feng'er? ”

Minghu also looked at Yun Fan inexplicably, "I see." You're going to kill them for this? ”

Yun Fan's eyes became even colder, "Isn't that enough?" Feng'er is your own sister. ”

Minghu was impatient and shouted, "Okay, do I need your reminder." Feng'er didn't hurt anything, you also beat them, enough is enough, don't make any more trouble. ”

Mingfeng also came up and hugged Yun Fan's arm, "Brother Fan, forget it." Over there, Ming Biao shouted to Kong Qiu and Cao Zhi to carry Kong Xia and leave quickly.

Yun Fan looked at Minghu, "I really don't understand, your sister was bullied by them, and you were indifferent, with you as a brother?" ”

Minghu said: "Of course I will be the master of my sister, if you don't mess around, I will definitely teach that guy a lesson." ”

"Since there must be a lesson, what's wrong with me beating them."

"You hit too hard, what if you kill someone?"

Yun Fan took a sip, "You deserve to be killed, dare to bully Feng'er, if you don't stop it, I will kill them." ”

Minghu was so angry that he pushed Yun Fan, "I'm too lazy to tell you, go home." ”

Yun Fan was still unwilling, "What's the matter, you just forget it, are you still a man?" ”

Minghu was so angry that he turned around and left, "I can't tell you, what do you want, go back and tell your father." It was difficult for Yun Fan to communicate with Minghu and Mingbiao, and they both felt that it was difficult for the other party to understand. Mingfeng's heart was so sweet, Yun Fan was willing to work hard with others for her.

When he got home, Minghu sued first. Ming Feng stared at Yun Fan a few times, and sighed: "Alas, it's similar to your mother, like a hedgehog, and others can't touch it." ”

Yun Fan was anxious, "Master, why do I think you are the same as Huzi, I don't care at all." Why? They bullied Ming Fengye. ”

Ming Feng said angrily: "Then what do you want?" ”

Yun Fan was stunned, "What, how?" Of course, I went to his family to reason. ”

"Reasonable? What reason? Mingfeng didn't hurt anything, you still knocked people unconscious. The Kong family came to me to reason. Alright, let's get to work. Ming Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense with Yun Fan.

A small turmoil passed like this, no one from the Kong family came to trouble Yun Fan, and Ming Feng didn't go to reason with the Kong family. The adults didn't seem to care about this fight between children, and they were all worried about the impending crisis. But Yun Fan couldn't figure it out, why did the master's family ignore this matter, it seemed that Mingfeng's bullying was too small to be worth mentioning. It is said that he is not afraid of the power of the Kong family, but his grandfather is one of the few high-ranking wrestlers in the town. Mingfeng himself doesn't seem to have any shadows in his heart, just like that didn't happen. The two sides had very different views on the matter, but because the timing was not right, they were not well communicated. Later, because of this difference in concept, it almost caused a catastrophe.

If you want to explain the change of Feng, she likes Yun Fan more, Yun Fan works hard for her and others, and she values her own performance from every aspect. Mingfeng couldn't help it, even if he knew it was useless, he still tried to persuade Yun Fan to give up revenge, "Brother Fan, isn't it good to take revenge in the future?" Wait until your kung fu is strong. Mingfeng said weakly. Since Brother Fan cares about himself so much, maybe he will listen to it.