Yang Chuan's luck was good.

Or rather, it was the luck of his 'students' and thirty and a half sons that they found a natural sulphur mine after three days of searching around the hot springs.

This surprised Yang Chuan a little.

Because he knew that in the Han Empire, where there were no volcanoes, there were very few natural sulfur ores; Even if they do, their reserves are extremely limited, and it is very difficult to mine.

Therefore, when Liu Man and Naren Tuoya, two little girls, sweating profusely, came over and said that Uncle Tangyi's father and those half-grown children had found a large amount of sulfur in a valley, Yang Chuan still looked incredulous.

When he rushed over to take a look, he couldn't help but smile.

Sure enough, it is sulfur, and it is still natural sulfur with relatively high purity, and the specific reserves cannot be guessed, but according to the distribution within a radius of seven or eight miles, there should be a lot of them.

The application of sulfur in the Han Empire was still in two areas.

The first field is naturally those alchemists, after digging out the sulfur, they carry out all kinds of strange combinations, and finally, in the long years of hundreds and thousands of years, they finally refine the 'black powder';

The second area is the healer, or 'healer'.

The number of medicine practitioners in the Han Empire was small and extremely scattered, and most of them became so-called 'hidden masters';

The doctors are benevolent, and even the emperor can't do without those people, so he specially set up the 'Imperial Medical Hall', which spends a lot of money and grain in the inner government every year, cultivating pharmacists, purchasing and concocting medicinal materials, etc.

But what has puzzled Yang Chuan all the time is such an important type of people, but their identity and status are generally not high, and they are almost slightly better than the treatment of servants.

It's no wonder that everyone's life expectancy is generally low, living thirty or forty is enough, and living beyond fifty years old can be regarded as 'knowing the destiny of heaven', let alone saying that seventy years are rare.

Yang Chuan believes that this is 'self-inflicted evil cannot live'......

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"Don't underestimate these pungent and unpleasant yellow powders, a little processing can help us kill the pests in the fields."

"Moreover, sulfur has an excellent effect on various skin diseases, such as eczema, heat rash and wound ulceration."

Yang Chuan walked around, stopped from time to time, dug up some sulfur with a small shovel, and sniffed it carefully under his nose.

Even, he took out a few bottles and cans from his bag, poured sulfur powder into them, washed them with water, filtered them a few times, and dipped them with his fingers, put them on the tip of his tongue and tasted them, and gradually showed a joyful smile on his handsome little face.

"Let everybody come here."

Yang Chuan found a clean place and began to dig out of his deerskin bag, in addition to some common knives, bottles and cans, there were also some silk and silk things.

Everyone gathered around and watched curiously as he used a pair of homemade scissors to quickly cut those silk silk pieces into palm-sized pieces, and then sewed and mended them with needles and threads.

Soon, a very strange thing appeared in Yang Chuan's hand: "Look, this is a mask, Naren Toya, come and try it." ”

Naren Toya walked over with some hesitation, and with the help of Yang Chuan, her mouth was covered with a colorful silk silk, and there were two wool ropes, which were tightly tied on her head......

"Try to breathe a few times," Yang Chuan said with a smile, "Sulfur ore is very important to us and has many uses, but its powder is very harmful to the human body, so when mining, you must protect yourself." ”

So, after a meal, everyone put on a 'mask' on their mouth and nose.

It's a pity that I didn't sew some white coats in a hurry. ’

Seeing everyone wearing 'masks' and making fun of each other, Yang Chuan remembered that before he crossed over, he had worn a mask for more than two years.

At that time, it was difficult for anyone to go out without wearing a mask.

Even, if you are unlucky, you will not only be stared at, ridiculed, and insulted, but you may also be beaten into a pig's head when you meet some grumpy brothers.

Of course, these strange ideas are already a thing of the past.

Yang Chuan gently erased the memories and emotions in his mind, put on a shoddy 'mask' for himself, and led everyone to start exploring, sampling, and marking......

After two more days passed, Yang Chuan finally announced: "Gather people and immediately dig this sulfur mine!" ”

The two sand sculptures quickly conveyed Yang Chuan's 'military marquis order'.

Soon, Huo Quai's illness came, Cao Xiang came, and Li Dang came.

Along with this, it is Yang Chuan's 'infrastructure team', after a period of selection and training, this team has grown to a scale of more than 300 people.

At the same time, they also brought a large number of axes, saws, chisels, steel drills and other tools, as well as a large number of wool ropes, fine iron, grain and other materials.

This sulfur mine is not far from the Yang fiefdom, and the straight-line distance is no more than 30 miles at most, but the mountain roads are rugged, there are many ravines, and the dense forests at the northern foot of the Qinling Mountains make transportation the biggest problem.

Therefore, Yang Chuan planned to make a bold attempt: to use the ropeway to transport sulfur ore.

For two or three hours he crouched in front of a parchment map, scribbling, his brow furrowed, and he looked very troubled......

"It's just thirty or fifty miles of mountain roads, I'll send a message to Chang'an City and get thousands of servants to come over to repair the road!"

Cao Xiang sat in the shade, eating meat and drinking, and looked at Yang Chuan who was too inkbloc, so he was a little impatient.

Huo Quzhi was also a little anxious.

He didn't understand how Yang Chuan was so dignified that he could go to this deep mountain and old forest to dig stones: "Yang Chuan, or let Cao Xiang get some people to come over and help you repair the road first." ”

Yang Chuan waved his hand and said without raising his head: "These are all stone mountains, the terrain is too complicated, and it is not cost-effective to build roads." ”

And so it was, and more than half an hour passed.

It wasn't until it was getting late that a group of half-grown children, under the leadership of Tangyi's father, began to bury the pot and cook rice, that Yang Chuan straightened up and stretched his waist: "It should be almost possible......

Everyone was excited and gathered around.

"Hurry up, if you want someone or money, you just say the number, and Ben Hou will send it over." Cao Xiang is a big dog in the end, and he is very heroic as soon as he opens his mouth.

Yang Chuan rubbed his cheeks vigorously and said with a smile: "I don't want people, I don't want money, just two smelting furnaces and 20,000 catties of refined iron......"

At this moment, a group of people walked on the mountain road not far away.

There are about seventeen or eighteen people, each of whom is a tall crown and a black official robe, but it is the big farmer Ling Cheng Sang Hongyang, leading a group of officials to come over.

"Less Shangzao, oops, you are really here, let me wait for a day to find it!"

When there were still more than 100 steps away, Sang Hongyang waved his hand and greeted with a smile: "Princess Full Moon, Pingyang Hou, Yu Linlang, Shiyu Shi Zhang Tang, hahaha, are you all here?" ”

Everyone was stunned for a while, and looked at Sang Hongyang and the dozen or so officials behind him, and everyone's faces showed a look of astonishment.

What are these guys doing here?

Only Yang Chuan and Zhang Tang frowned slightly, and they glanced at each other.

Zhang Tang shook his head slightly, turned around and walked into the distance, turned a few ravines, and disappeared among the strange rocks and trees.

Zhang Tang: What does this mean?

Yang Chuan turned his head to look at Zhang Tang's tall and thin back, and thoughtfully said: "It seems that even Zhang Tang doesn't want to get involved in this mess of the Great Agricultural Order?" ’

'Moreover, who leaked the news and summoned Sang Hongyang? ’

Yang Chuan's face gradually turned cold, and he casually glanced at the crowd, already a little annoyed in his heart.

Ma Dan, in this Han Empire, if you want to do something practical, why is it so difficult......

"Shao Shangzao, you want to mine?"

Sang Hongyang walked over slowly, glanced at the tools on the ground, and said with a smile: "Axes, saws, chisels, steel drills...... Hehe, it's okay, the mining hasn't started yet, so it's not a big deal. ”

Looking at Sang Hongyang's white and pure face, Yang Chuan took a deep breath and asked indifferently: "Sang Hongyang, you yin me last time, and almost let me be fooled and killed;

Why, I came here today to apologize to Yeye? ”

Sang Hongyang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: "Why did Shao Shangzao say this?" ”

Yang Chuan sneered: "Say, what are you doing this time?" ”

Sang Hong Yang shook his clothes, took out a roll of bamboo slips from his sleeve, and said expressionlessly: "Your Majesty only handed down a clear decree a few days ago, strictly prohibiting all vassal states, counties and counties from mining and trafficking copper ore, iron ore, salt mines, etc., and strictly prohibiting private mining and trafficking in all prohibited ores, salt, iron, etc., and violators of the order will be punished for the crime of rebellion;

If you are less up, do you want to take a look at it for yourself? ”

As he spoke, Sang Hongyang handed over the scroll of bamboo slips and sneered: "Yang Chuan, what kind of military marquis is Hu going to use to suppress me, and now, my Sang Hongyang can be regarded as a less knighthood and a rank ratio of 1,500 stones." ”

Yang Chuan didn't pick up the bamboo slip, just stared at Sang Hongyang coldly, and said, "Sang Hongyang, is this how you repay the nobleman who helped you get promoted to the rank of knight?" ”

Sang Hongyang's face gradually became cold, and said: "My Sang Hongyang is upright and right, and I have done my best for the affairs of the court, and I have worked hard for it, even if this official uniform is given by the emperor and the court;

What's the matter, are you Yang Chuan taller than the emperor and the imperial court?

Listen to my Sang Hongyang's advice, while you haven't started mining for the time being, hurry up and pack your things and go back to your Yang Zhuangzi, and our big farmer order will no longer pursue you for the crime of rebellion in private mining;

In this way, everyone looks better on their faces......"

Yang Chuan slowly walked three or four feet in front of Sang Hongyang, stopped, suddenly smiled, and said: "Sang Hongyang, you are bent on taking the business of salt, iron and wine under the control of the imperial court, and I, Yang Chuan, actually approve of it, but ......"

He reached out and took the roll of bamboo slips, unfolded it with a 'snap', took a quick look, and then threw it back to Sang Hongyang: "However, yes, I didn't break the law, you came to eat?" ”

Sang Hongyang's white and fat face turned red when he landed, and he pointed at Yang Chuan's nose and scolded: "Yang Chuan, you don't want to talk nonsense with your eyes open, aren't you mining?" ”

"Of course it's not mining," Yang Chuan sneered a few times, and turned to look at Cao Xiang: "Pingyang Hou, why do you say our luck is so bad, how can we meet a mad dog in this barren mountain and wild mountains?" ”

Cao Xiang laughed and walked over, deliberately looking at Sang Hongyang's face, clapping his hands and laughing: "Sure enough, it's bad luck, this mad dog, white skin, human face and beast heart, crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, tending to be inflammatory, dog shit is not as good, one thought is wrong, Cao Teniang's stinky fart......

Sang Hong sheep, don't give Ben Hou a go! ”

Cao Xiang was a scoundrel, although he didn't know what medicine was sold in Yang Chuan's gourd, anyway, as soon as he saw that Yang Chuan needed him to be so skinny, he immediately turned on the spraying mode.

This stinky scolding, the white and pure skin of Sang Hongyang, green for a while, white for a while, and purple for a while, soon became the color of pig liver: "Pingyang Hou, Yang Chuan, you, you ......"

"What are we?"

Yang Chuan took a step forward, stared at Sang Hongyang face to face, and said coldly: "Sang Hongyang, you are so disappointed in me, there are so many farming things in the Han world, so many people who dig mines and sell green salt without permission, you don't care, you just stare at me all day as a farmer, what do you mean?"

Say, Who instructed you to deliberately sabotage my Yulin Army's plan to Tuntian? ”

Sang Hong's sheep's face was bruised, and he scolded angrily: "Yang Chuan, you have the courage to start digging this mine, and see if it is the decree of the imperial court that is big, or if you are a small little to make a big one!" ”

Yang Chuan took two or three steps back, avoiding the indigestion breath that erupted from Sang Hongyang's mouth, and fanned him twice: "Sang Hongyang, you have stolen the leeks of my fiefdom, can you rinse your mouth?" It stinks to death. ”

Sang Hongyang's eyes were round, almost mad with shame and anger, and scolded: "Yang Chuan, the erector is rude!" ”

Yang Chuan ignored Sang Hongyang's anger, he strode up to a mountain rock, and waved his small hand: "Brothers, start work......"

Happy March 8th Festival!

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