Chapter 419 The "Friendship" Teahouse in the Capital

It is impossible to say that the magic of money is really huge. Since Guangnan covered copyright law to patent technology, Guangnan’s wonderful ideas gushed out like a blowout. As Zhao Xing’s sphere of influence covered the richest southeastern region of the Song Dynasty, the huge market made the Song people’s creativity flourish. Now, every day, tens of thousands of people go to the Nanyang Patent Office to apply for their copyright, so that the Nanyang Patent Office has to expand again and again, becoming the largest institution under Zhao Xing’s department.

After Zhao Xing proposed the idea of ​​post-installing artillery, the craftsmen were driven by huge interests and came up with their own solutions. Thousands of craftsmen gathered together and immediately selected the best combination after research.

These craftsmen knew that the market for weapons in their hands was huge. They vaguely felt that the invention of this new weapon might change a world. They couldn't wait to find the research results and just tested the two shells. They rushed to Hangzhou to apply for a patent after rushing to pull up the samples, bring the design draft, and happily ran to Hangzhou to apply for a patent.

These people had just arrived in Hangzhou, and before the officials of the Patent Office had verified their designs, they were pulled to Yiwu by Zhao Xing...

Explosives have always been dangerous goods. After years of research, the two gunpowder craftsmen, Huang brothers dug from the Western Regions, who were killed by Zhao Xing, have been injured in the gunpowder accident. Now only Huang Er, who was seriously injured and undead, is left among the two brothers. However, the huge profits in the gunpowder market still make successors endless.

It is said that there have been many bomb explosions during the research of the new artillery, and many craftsmen have been killed in the accident. If this kind of artillery that has not been tested properly is a suicide tool, and Zhao Xing's subordinate artillery is unwilling to contact them. Only a few craftsmen who have studied are bold. They are eager to complete the test as soon as possible, and then set up and equip the entire army.

After receiving Zhao Xing's approval, these craftsmen excitedly pulled up the small cannon. This small steel cannon was a marching cannon. Its caliber was not large. Due to the technical conditions at that time, its barrel was not strong either. The craftsmen happily set up cannons on the hill. Zhao Xing raised his foot and ran to the back mountain while winking at his own children.

Yang Shi was not a fool either. When he saw Zhao Xing hiding far away with his child, he lifted his foot and walked away. When the scene was cleared, a craftsman foolishly took a fuse and ran to Zhao Xing to ask happily: "Taiwei, we have studied several types of fuses, one is a delayed fuse, and the other is a trigger fuse. Which kind of fuse is the Taiwei like? Let's test it first."

Zhao Xing waved his hand: "Hold away... Both types of fuses are fine, you can do whatever you want. Remember, don't hit the crowd, just let them experience the power of the explosion."

The craftsman took two fuses and turned around and ran to the mountain excitedly. Zhao Xing reminded him at the back: "Be careful. Take it hard and don't fall into the ground."

There were artillery fiddling on the mountain, and more than two thousand dragon cavalry stood quietly on the hillside. The trained war horses made no noise. They all quietly lowered their heads, waiting for their master's orders.

With Zhao Xing's order, the soldiers took out a turban from their bodies, blindfolded the horse's eyes, and stuffed the horse's ears. The horse sniffed uneasy, and the riders patiently stroked the horse's neck and comforted the horse. When everything was ready, Zhao Xing raised the signal flag on the mountain, and Zhao Xing raised it to respond.

After a while, a loud military trumpet sounded from the mountain passes on both sides, and Zhao Xing responded by blowing the trumpet. Then the messenger waved the military flag in his hand, and the craftsman on the top of the mountain pulled the cannon rope, and the cannon sounded.

The sound of the cannon was not very big to Zhao Xing, but in China in the Song Dynasty, its explosion sounded like a super firecracker. The villagers who had heard the voices of people were not used to it. But what made them even more uncomfortable was the explosion after the shell touched the ground. The explosion shook the earth, and the entire mountain ridge seemed to shake. A large mushroom cloud rose up where the shell landed. In the eyes of the Song people, this mushroom cloud was simply at its peak.

This shell is made of two types of gunpowder. Due to the barrel technology, the artillery ground fire medicine still uses black gunpowder, but the bullet is filled with a more powerful nitrocellulose. After the fuse hits the ground, it ignits the nitrocellulose in the bullet. The explosion it emits raises a fire cloud of more than ten meters high, and the crater is one meter deep.

"Successful", several craftsmen from Shanliangshan hugged each other and cheered. They went happily and forgot to shoot a shot. Zhao Xing could no longer wait. He waved his hand, the trumpet blower blew the trumpet, and the soldiers urged the horses to move towards the top of the slope.

"Blow the military trumpet, illuminate the military flag, and fire the gun to warn!"

Following Zhao Xing's instructions, the soldiers soared into the sky and placed hand guns together, then restrained the war horses, walked down the ridge in small steps, and rushed towards the scene of the fighting.

At the same time, a team of soldiers appeared at each end of the hillside mouth. They all held double guns and rushed into the sky and set off guns, and then shouted in unison: "The Grand Marshal has an order to put down his weapons, abandon his weapons and surrender!"

The military flag was lit up on the top of the mountain, and the fighting scene was already noisy. Several young people could be heard vaguely shouting: "Master, why did you attract the tiger in Hangzhou? Who did it and who transferred him? Isn't it his own place?"

"It's impossible to provoke it!" In Yiwu, several elderly people screamed and then ordered their tribe members and their disciples: "Put down your weapons quickly. This person cannot provoke it. Fortunately, he reasoned, and they all threw down their weapons. Let's reason with him."

The Yiwu people who had a slight advantage retreated like a tide, and the fighting men on the opposite side also quietly retreated, but they did not put down their weapons, and the two sides confronted each other from a distance.

The dragoons passed through the fight scene. They carefully controlled their horses to prevent the horse from stepping onto the injured or the dead. When the cavalry completely separated the scene. Zhao Xing waved his hand to signal the medical soldiers to treat the injured and began to identify the bodies of the victims.

The friendly move of the cavalry eased the hostility of both sides towards them. Zhao Xing waved his hands and ordered: "The people on both sides, each leading the people, come and identify the bodies and the wounded."

This request made both sides of the fight unable to refuse, but they did not expect that after handing over these gang leaders, they would hand over the hostages.

In order to prevent the fight from continuing, these identifyers were forbidden to step into the fight arena. They knelt in front of Zhao Xingma. Every time the medical soldiers carried the body of the injured or the dead, they were identified on the spot, and the people on the ground were placed on the side. The barriers were clearly distinguished. The wounds were bandaged by the medical soldiers and arranged on both sides.

When Zhao Xing saw that the rescue work on the scene had been almost done, he ordered a little bit of the representatives of both sides in an undeniable tone: "Let the patriarchs of both sides speak back and forth."

This is to ask the reason for the armed fight and deal with the armed fight dispute. Both sides of the armed fight were energetic and immediately sent a representative back to their side. Not only did they attract the patriarch, but they also brought a few eloquent people to prepare for a live debate.

Zhao Xing did not have the heart to listen to them. Once this clan fight has formed a deadly enemy, neither side will listen to the truth. Moreover, both sides have their own set of principles, and there is no other reason to say. He ordered: "Didn't you hear my order? Put down your weapons and go home. You tribe leader and go back to the yamen with me. Let's do theory... Well, the wounded on both sides can go to the medical staff to bandage the wound. If there is a need to continue treatment, you still need to leave your name so that the medical officer can continue to deliver medicine."

Both sides could not refuse the fight. They had to send people to order both sides to put down their weapons and go home on their own. Some of the injured sought medical officers for treatment, and left their names to hope that the medical officers would continue to go to the clinic for treatment. Some people were even disdainful of finding medical officers, and bandaged them themselves and went home on their own.

The soldiers blocking the mountain passes on both sides saw the villagers without weapons. They opened the road and let them go. When the villagers gradually dispersed, Zhao Xing remembered to look at the bullet point of the shell just now. This gun fired from the top of the mountain on the side of Zhao Xing and hit the top of the opposite mountain. The huge explosion cut off a ridge and made the top of the opposite mountain shorter out of thin air.

Fortunately, this is a mountain of earth, and there are no collapsed rocks, otherwise large pieces of falling rocks will cause greater casualties.

While Zhao Xing was looking at him, the craftsman on the opposite side ran down excitedly and asked with a look: "Taiwei, we have loaded the rock fuse on the warhead and filled it into the cannon. When will this cannon be fired?"

Zhao Xing burst into a cold sweat: "Bastard. You mean I've been under the gun mouth. What if your gunners itch and pull the gun rope, then I won't..."

"Never act coquettishly, never act coquettishly." The craftsman who rushed over to ask for instructions patted his chest and promised. Then he added: "Sir, this gunpowder has frequent accidents. We have formulated a strict operating manual. After the cannon is loaded, there is no order to touch the cannon rope. We still need to leave the cannon ten feet away."

After the craftsman's pleading, Zhao Xing withdrew everyone on the scene and allowed the craftsman to shoot another shot... Unfortunately, this shot was not successful. After the shell was out of the barrel, it hit the target, but the shell did not explode for a long time. Zhao Xing yawned at sunset and ordered helplessly: "Whoever pulls the rope, whoever wipes the butt. The squin cannon must be taken out and taken back to study why it failed."

The craftsmen replied with a bitter face and timidly: "Taiwei, the shell we tested was successful, there is no problem. How did this one fail? Why would we detonate it with an explosive pack and remove the shell. It is too dangerous. If you shake it a little, who knows what will happen."

Zhao Xing urged: "Since there is a solution, let's start quickly. This valley is a road for people to come and go. It is too dangerous to put shells there and must be dealt with quickly."

After Zhao Xing finished speaking, he turned around and took the child back to Yiwu County. While walking, he also patiently explained to the child: "Child, don't do such things in the future in the future - let professionals do it, we just need to know the result. The result is: our development shells have been successful, and as for rock shells, who cares about it."

In the capital Bianliang, Zhao Feng lived in the house his father bought in the capital after entering the city. Ma Mengde accompanied him around and patrolled around. He was nostalgic in this world's number one city, intoxicated in the scenery of the Song Dynasty, and even forgot to go home.

The noise caused by Zhao Feng when he entered the city has subsided. In this city with a population of 2 million, no one knows who he is. Unlike in Hangzhou, when he goes to the streets, someone recognizes him. He buys whatever he wants and pays for it at a low price. Zhao Feng enjoys the fun of the common people in this city, and feels very comfortable. He can't help but sigh to Ma Xi, who is accompanying him: "The legitimate father often says that life in the city is particularly beautiful. Now I realize what my father said, this is the ordinary heart of ordinary people."

Ma Xi also sighed: "But you are destined to not enjoy the life of ordinary people. Back then, the court wanted to be kind to the people, but the price was to ask you to go to Beijing, but your father would not allow you. I guess he would not allow you to stay in the capital now."

Zhao Feng sighed: "Sometimes, I really envy my younger brothers. Zhao Shan and Zhao Hai each have their own territory and can do whatever they want. Zhao Yun doesn't take any responsibility, but he only knows how to travel around the country and the river. I really want to go overseas one day to find a place where no one knows, and live the life of an ordinary person."

Ma Xi shook his head and sighed. The earthly horse behind them patted Zhao Feng on the shoulder and reminded: "My uncle. You are not free in the capital. Look, the person upstairs on the opposite side is waving."

Zhao Feng frowned, then returned to his dull appearance, and asked silly: "Who is this?"

Ma Mengde replied: "The dynasty Zheng Juzhong, whose courtesy name was Dafu, was from Kaifeng Prefecture and the son-in-law of Wang Gui. After being appointed as a Jinshi, he curled with Cai Jing's heavy use. Because he was a noble concubine, he served as a servant of the servant, and was given important positions such as Hanlin scholars, and now he is in the position of Taizai."

Official positions in the Song Dynasty were quite troublesome. The "Tazai" in the Song Dynasty was not exactly the same as the three palaces in ancient times. It was an official position that handled internal and external affairs of the emperor. Although it was glorious, it was equivalent to the emperor's steward. Although the right to speak in the court was important, it was still subject to Zhongzheng.

This official position is generally held by the royal family. The reason why it has a certain share in the court is because the emperor needs it. The emperor sometimes says what he is embarrassed to say in the court through the mouth of the Dazai, so he is equivalent to the emperor's soundtrack and an official who can only be held by an extremely confidant... But after this court struggle, the emperor has almost become a puppet, so no one pays attention to Zheng Juzhong.

Zheng Juzhong was on the second floor of a teahouse opposite. The three people walking on the road were waving desperately. He was in a human-friendly teahouse. The teahouse was decorated very simple, but this simplicity was relatively simple. In the Song Dynasty, which advocated luxury, the so-called simplicity could be as simple as possible.

Because of the architectural revolution brought by Zhao Xing, the appearance of the capital of the Song Dynasty was also quietly changing. This change does not mean that the architectural form has changed, but the changes in the building materials. The pavilions and towers that were originally built with wood are now made of fireproof and solid stone. They are then constructed with concrete...

This Humane Teahouse is a concrete building with three floors above and below. Zheng Juzhong is right next to a window on the second floor, and half of his body is poking out to greet Ma Mengde.

The construction materials in the Song Dynasty changed, and the windows also changed. The windows were originally made of paper, which is what the saying goes, "breaking the window paper". Glass is just a luxury consumer product for a few people. Rich people use it to fake crystals and jade to make utensils for display. However, after Huanqing was heavily invested by Zhao Xing, it became the center of the Song Dynasty, causing the price of glass to drop rapidly, so that ordinary people also consumed it. Therefore, window glass became popular.

The glass of this era could not be clear and transparent, nor could it be a flat plate, and the large ones were enough to make large floor-to-ceiling windows. At this time, most of the glass was small pieces, but it was immediately different when it came to the hands of the Song people who were good at creating. They made these windows into grid grids, and the glass was inlaid in the panes, which were colorful and very beautiful.

The window glass of this human teahouse is as close to the color to be inlaid with glass, so that it is slightly quiet compared to the colorful windows around it. However, this is a kind of calm luxury, because if you want to choose glass with glass with glass with glass with glass that is closer to the color, you will spend your time and money to make it bigger than colorful glass.

Zhao Feng looked at Zheng Juzhong, who waved desperately, and said in a naughty way: "It seems that he is calling my uncle, so I won't join in the fun. My uncle goes by himself, and Brother Ma and I continue shopping... Strange, why does this favor teahouse have the smell of a father? It seems that only my father likes plain white transparent glass."

Ma Meng grabbed Zhao Feng: "Nephew, don't panic. When Zheng Juzhong greeted me just now, he pointed to your back. He told me to go with you. This guy has never been a guy who will not enter the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. He won't come to me if he doesn't have anything to do."

Zhao Feng was hesitating, and a girl ran out of the teahouse. She waved to the three of them and greeted them: "Guest, the guest above is in love. This guest has booked the entire third floor and has been waiting for each other this morning. Please meet him."

Zhao Feng's eyes flashed and he saw a ring on the female lady's tail finger. He nodded immediately, raised his hand, lit the ring at the other party, and silently followed Ma Meng to climb the tower. While walking, Ma Xi muttered: "This teahouse, this female lady does have the smell of your father. Brother Zhao, wearing a ring on the tail finger, isn't this your father's habit? I heard that your father gave a tail finger ring to the female lady who had a night of joy with him. Is this a matter?"

Zhao Feng muttered: "How could this happen? I heard him talk nonsense. But my Hu mother likes to wear rings randomly, which makes the maids at home like rings, and as a result, this thing becomes popular... You hear people talk nonsense."

Zhao Feng denied that in fact, he also knew that the girl had a relationship with her father. She was the secret spy system arranged by her father in the capital. The ring was the identification ring of her own people. For the sake of secrets, this ring is generally not shown to others. Only by being sure that the other party is his own person will they take it out for the other party to see it.

The female lady must have recognized him before coming over. The female lady's performance just now also proved Zhao Feng's guess - the favor teahouse should have kept the whereabouts of the guests confidential. As soon as the female lady came up, she reminded Zhao Feng that Zheng Juzhong had booked the entire third floor since the morning, which shows that Zheng Juzhong's invitation was not a coincidence.
Chapter completed!