Dugu Liang's carriage slowly stopped in front of Dugu Zhen's mansion. Dugu Liang got off the carriage and the butler stepped forward to salute, "The elder is here!"

"Um!"

Dugu Liang had something to do, so he agreed casually, walked straight to the mansion, and walked to the front of the study room. A book boy at the door immediately whispered loudly: "The elder is here!"

"Please come in!" Dugu Zhen's voice came from the study.

Dugu Liang quickly walked into the study room and saw Dugu Zhen sitting down under the lamp in the room. When he saw him coming in, Dugu Zhen put down his pen and said, "Sit down!"

Dugu Liang sat down and asked, "Uncle Eight looked for me, but was it because of the recent prophecy in the capital?"

Dugu Zhen nodded, "Things are more serious than you think."

Dugu Lian was a little uneasy. Could it be that something he was worried about happened? He asked: "Is it the prophecy confirmed?"

Dugu Zhen took out a note and sighed, "This is the note that Li Zhongliang had just sent. The emperor found the alchemist Angata. I am afraid that Angata confirmed the prophecy and said that the emperor came back from Penglai Pavilion and his eyes were terrifyingly fierce."

The prophecy itself is not terrible. What is terrible is that it is confirmed by the imperial alchemist, so the situation will be serious and will often cause bloody crimes. What Dugu Liang is worried about is that something happened to Li Yuan, not only will their efforts be wasted, but they may also implicate the Dugu family.

"Uncle Eight, how should we deal with it now?"

Dugu Zhen walked a few steps behind his back, "The nobles named Li in the court are nothing more than Li Hun, Li Min and Li Yuan. Some middle and low-level officials don't need to consider it. Among these three, if they have high status, they are Li Hun and Li Min, but if they have real power, they are Li Yuan. It is very likely that Li Yuan is the first to deal with him. We must help Li Yuan get rid of the disaster as soon as possible."

"But there is no reason, the Lord cannot do it easily!"

Dugu Zhen smiled bitterly, "Isn't it easy to find a reason? After the Battle of Goryeo and the Yuan family's rebellion, the Guanlong nobles were almost suppressed and were powerless to resist and could only let him slaughter. If he wanted to kill Li Yuan, he would just make an excuse, just like he dealt with Zhang Jin, transferred Li Yuan to Beijing, and then sent someone to Taiyuan to investigate him. If there was no problem, he would frame him."

Dugu Liang asked worriedly: "But where can we start to help him get rid of trouble?"

Dugu Zhen pondered for a moment, "I want to start with the two paths of Yuwen Shu and Empress Xiao at the same time."

"Do you still let Li Shentong come forward?"

Dugu Zhen nodded, "It is most appropriate to let him come forward. We can find the way, he can just go and give gifts."

"I wonder what way Queen Xiao has to do?"

Dugu Zhen smiled, "I know that Huai'en and Xiao Jingyi, son of Xiao Yu, have a very good relationship, and Xiao Jingyi is very favored by Queen Xiao, so let Huai'enlai come to join forces."

Dugu Liang pondered for a moment and said, "I am worried that even Queen Xiao will not be able to remove the suspicion of the emperor."

Dugu Zhen laughed, "I know this, the key to us is to buy time. Now the world's rebellion is getting stronger and stronger. Luoyang is the hinterland of the Central Plains and is surrounded by enemies. It is no longer safe. I guess he will not be able to stay in Luoyang by next year at the latest. He may move the capital. If the capital is moved, he will inevitably move to Jiangdu. At that time, our opportunity will come."

"Uncle Eight, why didn't I move the capital back to Chang'an?"

"Hmph! He regards the south as his foundation. He has built Jiangdu for many years, just to move the capital south one day. Chang'an is the old nest of the Guanlong nobles. How dare he go back? As long as he moves the capital to Jiangdu, Li Yuan can follow Yang Yuanqing and support Sui and become independent. Even if he wants to kill, he will have no chance. So now we must do everything possible to delay time."

Speaking of this, Dugu Zhen smiled sinisterly and said, "In addition to Li Hun and Li Min, there is actually Yang Yuanqing. Isn't Yang Yuanqing's mother's surname Li? With the excuse of Yang Yuanqing, are you still afraid that Yuwen Shu will not work hard?"

"Uncle Eight is really brilliant!"

....

At night, Zhang Liang's carriage drove into Tongtufang on the north bank of Luoshui. This was a place where craftsmen in the capital were concentrated. In addition to persuading Zhang Xutuo, Zhang Liang also took on a task in the capital, which was to recruit a group of knife craftsmen to return to Fengzhou. Most of the excellent military weapon craftsmen in the world lived in the capital, with tens of thousands of people, and were divided into generals, military weapon craftsmen and Shaofu Temple. Most of these craftsmen have craftsmen and have been craftsmen for generations. They have no personal freedom. They have to do a craftsman every day, so it is difficult to take them away.

But if the son takes over, his father can retire and retire at home. Fengzhou is the idea of ​​this group of old craftsmen. They are experienced and skilled. If they go to Fengzhou, they will definitely improve the quality of military weapons in Fengzhou.

Yang Yuanqing gave Zhang Sheng an order a year ago. Zhang Sheng had recruited five hundred good craftsmen and sent them back to Fengzhou one after another. This time Zhang Liang came, he had other intentions.

The carriage stopped in front of a small house covering only one acre. Seven or eight houses and low walls surrounded a small courtyard, which was a typical small family.

"Zhang Jun, that's it."

The person who brought Zhang Liang was named Zhao Yiqing, who was Zhang Sheng's deputy, and he was smart and capable. He was responsible for recruiting military craftsmen. He was very familiar with the craftsmen in the military craftsmen and this area.

Zhang Liang got out of the carriage, Zhao Yiqing stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a moment, the door opened. A young man looked over and looked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Is your father here?" Zhao Yiqing asked with a smile.

"Erlang, who is it?" The voice of a middle-aged man came from the yard.

"I don't know, there is a scholar who said he's looking for his father."

"I'll do it, you go!"

The footsteps sounded and the door opened. It was a middle-aged man, thirty-five or six years old, with a medium figure, very strong and honest look.

"Who are you……."

Seeing that Zhao Yiqing looked familiar, he couldn't remember it all at once. Zhao Yiqing smiled and said, "Did Brother Wang forget it? I asked you last year."

"You are Mr. Zhao!"

The man finally remembered that in October last year, Mr. Zhao had asked him for three times and recruited him to Fengzhou for a high salary, but he did not go there because of his father's death.

He immediately became enthusiastic, "Sir, please come in!"

Zhao Yiqing nodded and gave Zhang Liang a wink. The two walked into the yard. Zhao Yiqing whispered: "This person is Wang Zhongsheng, known as the first swordsman in the military weapon supervision. He can build the sword that his teacher wants."

Zhang Liang smiled and walked into the room. The furniture in the room was simple and the lights were dim. Although these craftsmen had superb skills, their income was very small and could only barely maintain the family's food and clothing.

The two sat down, and Wang Zhongsheng poured them a bowl of water. It was obvious that he was a little excited. Wang Zhongsheng was a coward. Last year, Zhao Yiqing invited him to Fengzhou. He was afraid of something and dared not agree. He refused on the excuse that his father passed away. This year, he heard some news that his companions who went to Fengzhou had a income of ten times higher than that here, with spacious housing and abundant food and clothing. More importantly, they could be converted to nationality and lost their identity as a craftsman. Wang Zhongsheng always regretted his original decision.

Zhao Yiqing smiled and said, "If you have the chance now, can you go to Fengzhou, will Brother Wang still be willing to go?"

Wang Zhongsheng scratched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly: "Who doesn't want to go to increase his income and improve his family's life?"

Zhao Yiqing nodded and introduced Zhang Liang to him, "This is Mr. Zhang from Fengzhou. He wants to ask you something first."

Zhang Liang took out a drawing from his arms, put it on the table and asked, "Can you create this kind of knife?"

Wang Zhongsheng took the oil lamp forward, looked carefully, and laughed, "This is a slap blade, which is 100 feet long and 30 kilograms, and the double blades are sharp and can be chopped or stabbed. Those who are not tall and strong can not use it. They are not used much, but I can build it."

The slap blade is also called Modao, which appeared during the Southern and Northern Dynasties. However, due to the limitations of forging technology, the Modao was very heavy and difficult to dance, so it was not popular. However, decades later, with the development of forging technology, Modao became thin and became popular.

Because it is not popular, there are not many craftsmen who can build Modao, and Wang Zhongsheng is one of them.

Zhang Liang was overjoyed and smiled and said, "Brother Wang, please go to Fengzhou with us this time, we will treat you well."

Wang Zhongsheng stood up excitedly, "My family and I can leave at any time."

Zhang Liang nodded, but his purpose today was not just to invite Wang Zhongsheng away, he also had other plans. A few months ago, a craftsman revealed a news that five years ago, Wang Zhongsheng, who was the head of the knife maker, led more than 100 knife makers to build thousands of Modao, but before it was finally completed, they were ordered to stop work and instead make every effort to prepare for the war in Goryeo. These Modao became semi-finished products. According to the rules of military weapon supervision, semi-finished products did not need to be registered and recorded. Yang Yuanqing asked Zhang Liang to go to Beijing and get this batch of semi-finished Modao.

Zhang Liang pondered for a moment and asked, "Five years ago, you created a batch of blades, but they were not completed. Do you still remember this?"

Wang Zhongsheng pondered for a moment and suddenly remembered, "Yes! These blades are still there. Two days ago, the head of the company thought that those blades occupied space and said they wanted to clean them up."

Zhang Liang was excited and asked quickly: "How to clean it up?"

"It is usually returned to the furnace and handed over to the warehouse, but in fact, this kind of thing will not be returned to the furnace. Once it is back, it will have to be returned to the pig iron warehouse. Anyway, after five years, there is no account to check. Generally, officials will sell them privately to the pig iron shop to fill their pockets."

Wang Zhongsheng understood what Zhang Liang meant and smiled and said, "If Mr. Zhang wants to buy it, I can contact the head for you. At most, they will have a way to transport this batch of blades out for three days."

"Tell the master, I'm willing to buy it at a high price!"

...

Three days later, in a warehouse in the Iron Store in Fengdu City, Zhang Liang saw this batch of semi-finished Modao. The so-called semi-finished products were actually formed, but there was no final blade. Zhang Liang picked up a Modao, which was about one meter and four feet long, heavy, weighing at least fifty kilograms. He was a scholar and could only barely hold it, but could not dance.

Chief Pan from the military weapon surveillance next to him smiled and said, "There are 1,200 pieces in total, all of which are made of fine iron. According to the price of pig iron, one handful of ten is hanged. If you say you want to pay twenty yuan, then it will be 24,000 yuan. But we don't want money, and we have to pay it into silver, that is 2,000 taels of silver, or 1,000 taels of gold. Is it OK?"

Zhang Liang looked back at Combas, who placed a heavy wooden box in front of Director Pan, "This is one thousand taels of gold, the official gold of Shaofu Temple, twenty-five taels of cake, a total of forty cakes."

Director Pan opened the box, and Huang Cancan's gold shone his eyes in a daze. He couldn't help but feel angry. He quickly ordered the gold and smiled at them, "We'll make a deal!"

He and two other officials carried the boxes and got into a carriage, which drove away.

Combas stepped forward and picked up a Mo knife, danced twice, frowned and said, "What's the use of this kind of knife?"

"General Manager Yang said that this will be a powerful tool to deal with the Turks in the future!"

...

(To be continued.

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