Zhang enshrined in the next day when he left Kuanzhou, when he came, the team was magnificent, and when he left, the team fell into a stream, and he himself was in a trance, until he was far away from Kuanzhou, and then slowly passed through to breathe.

In the early afternoon after his departure, a group of merchants entered Kuanzhou.

One of the merchants was about 20 years old, dressed in short brown, carrying a baggage, a pair of triangular eyes, and yellow hair, and entered Kuanzhou City to find relatives.

When he entered the city, a strong wind was blowing, and the dead branches and leaves flew straight to the northwest, hitting the walls, window edges, and roof ridges with a "crackling" sound like a drum, and the ice under the eaves broke and hit the ground, smashing several large craters.

Pedestrians on the street took refuge, and the stoves, stoves, cages and other objects that the vendors had not had time to collect were blown to the ground by the wind and rolled to the corners.

Before the man had time to look for relatives, he had already let the wind blow cold, and the people were also smashed all over the bag, and wanted to enter the foot shop to hide, and took a slow step, the street foot shop had already closed the door panel, and when he was rolling and climbing, he saw the wide eaves of a pharmacy, and rushed over, gecko-like slam on the door, and his fingers buckled the crack of the door, so as not to be blown away by this evil wind.

It took half an hour for the wind to weaken, and slowly shops opened to clean up the mess.

The medicine man of the pharmacy also opened the door, and when he saw the man with a blue nose and swollen face, he was startled, and hurriedly invited him in, and asked, "Why don't you knock on the door?"

The man was dizzy, pounced by the charcoal fire, sneezed three times in a row, sat down in a trance, just lit the stool with his buttocks, stood up suddenly, and quickly waved his hand: "I don't see a doctor...... Don't go to the doctor ......"

Yakuro smiled, "It's better not to see a doctor—"

Before he finished speaking, the voice of the master scolding the apprentice came from the back of the shop: "Qi Ze is absolutely incurable, and this absolute pulse has not been explored? Haven't been in Mofu? Get your brain out of the bed and use it!"

The man stood up straight in a trembling voice, and after the sound inside was quiet, he hurriedly said goodbye, walked out for more than ten steps, and turned his head to look at the door plaque engraved with the three golden characters of "Yitiguan".

After seeing it, he turned and left, sinking into the big dye vat of Kuanzhou, and finding out all the useful news for his master-Zhang is in the light, he is in the dark, Zhang is only here for a while, and he will stay here for a long time.

There are hundreds of young people like him in the city of Kuanzhou, dressed in short brown and doing odd jobs, and no one will pay attention to him.

His master has more eyes, just like him, quietly coming all over Kuanzhou.

When the wind stopped, the children began to come out and play, and some children lit ground rats and threw them at the feet of passers-by, and when they saw the pedestrians screaming, they laughed, and the man kicked away the ground rats that were close to him, and walked quickly, not like children, and at the same time thought, "It's almost the New Year."

As the New Year approached, Shi Yuan set up a hemp shop in the city, making blankets, white muslin and ropes.

The city became more and more lively, and the families of the soldiers came to reunite, because the gloom brought by the war faded, and the women had surplus money in their hands, and began to cut meat, make wine, tear cloth, buy sugar, and buy New Year's goods.

On the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, the sky was already cold, and Wu Jin wrote peach charms in the study of Mofu.

The fortress was fine, Mo Lingfeng sharpened the ink for him, the ink ingot was firmly pushed away in the inkstone, and the dragon musk qi came out of the pool water, climbed the broom in Wu Jin's hand, and spread to the cold gold paper on the table.

The ink falls on the paper like lacquer, the pen is peaceful, leaving the word "mean", putting aside the pen to change the paper, and then writing the word "Changxing" to make a pair.

After the ink dried, Mo Lingfeng took the private seal, covered it with cinnabar purple mud, and then let Yinbei send it to the Hou Fu Zhongzhou officials.

The seal book of the Emperor of the Han Dynasty is sealed with purple mud, and I don't know who can get a glimpse of this secret and what kind of choice will be made.

Wu Jin finished writing five pairs, asked Yin Bei to take them, did not put down the pen, wrote another piece of "Fu", and said to Mo Lingfeng: "Let's stick it to Hengshan Fort."

Mo Lingfeng nodded, turned his head to tie his cloak: "Let's go, it's just time, I'll come back tomorrow, it's just for the New Year."

Wu Jin washed his hands before going to the cleaning rack, pulled the handkerchief to dry it, and put the handkerchief on the side of the basin: "The sea went to my house yesterday, Cheng San asked me not to keep you for the New Year, and their family even worshipped your brother's guide."

Mo Lingfeng nodded, "I'll go to his house for lunch."

She turned to the door and said, "Fireworks in the storeroom,

Send a car to Cheng Sanye."

The subordinates left in response, Wu Jin put on the crane, the two went out together, got into the carriage, and Yin Nan led his own soldiers to follow on horseback and went to Hengshan.

After the group went out of the city, they quickly went to Hengshan, and left since Zhang worshipped, and when Shi Yuan ran a hemp workshop, Wu Jin opened a gunpowder workshop in Hengshan.

Outside Hengshan Fort, a few explosions sounded from time to time, and the closer to the New Year, the more frequent the movement.

When Wu and Mo arrived at Hengshan, it was late, the carriage stopped at the foot of Hengshan, Yin Nan carried Wu Jin up the mountain, just arrived outside the fort, he heard a "boom" in front of him, and suddenly thick smoke was billowing, black fog was heavy, and the pungent smell of gunpowder spread rapidly.

The momentum of this gunpowder was gratifying, the corners of Mo Lingfeng's mouth curled, and he was just about to speak, when suddenly a few words of "General" came out of the black smoke, and after the voice fell, three unrecognizable soldiers rolled out of it.

Mo Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, carefully looked at the dignity of these three people, and saw that they were unscathed, but only let the smoke turn into black chickens, and immediately disappointed in this gunpowder, and when a gust of wind passed, the black smoke dissipated, and then looked at the small pit on the ground, and sneered.

"Chang Long, set off a big firecracker."

The black-faced Chang Long hung his head in shame.

Mo Lingfeng's face was cold, and when he walked into Hengshan Fort, Chang Long quietly glanced at Wu Jin, who bent down and picked up a large piece of iron and handed it to him: "Wash it."

Chang Long took it in his hand and followed him into the castle with his head down.

The soldiers did not dare to breathe, and stood outside the house, Chang Long ran to the kitchen, scooped water and washed his face, and stood outside the door with a handkerchief, and whipped himself from head to toe, and after cleaning up, he entered the house uneasily.

Mo Lingfeng was bending down to look at the disassembled thistle, and the fingertips of his fingers crossed the tip of the thistle, the tribulus terrestris had rust, and she could still feel the sharpness if she didn't cut her fingers.

She ignored the trembling Chang Long: "The fire thistle terrestris can be made, but this thing is rough, and if the armor is fine, it will not be of much use."

Wu Jin reached out and picked up a bit of powder on the table, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and rubbed it on his fingertips: "Is there any earth-shattering thunder in Gaoping Village?"

Mo Lingfeng sat down and stretched out his hand to bake the fire: "There are not many workshops in the north and south of the earth-shaking thunder."

"I have to make earth-shaking thunder, not only is it powerful, I have other uses, tomorrow I will write to Kyoto, let the people of Luodeng Temple go to explore," Wu Jin sat down opposite her and asked Chang Long, "What is the amount of saltpeter in that big firecracker just now?"

Chang Long's face was flushed with shame by the word "big firecracker", and his head almost hung into the crotch of his pants, but fortunately he was still sober, and replied, "It's the same as sulfur."

"Where's Willow Charcoal?"

"There is more charcoal, and the least is arsenic and iron."

"Increase the amount of saltpeter and iron."

"Yes."