Chapter 630: Incense

Late at night, Jia Liang pondered under the oil lamp.

How did Su Mingrun crack this kind of steel armor?

The crane shin crossbow is obviously no longer good, earth-shaking thunder? If it is a hand-thrown, it is also in between.

Jia Liang didn't know that Da Song already had a magic weapon.

Tugan came over with a thin blanket, gently draped it over Jia Liang, knelt down again, and hugged him tightly from behind.

She knew that this man had a big secret in his heart.

When the Jiedu envoy of Western Xia gave the entire tribe to him, this man behaved like a wounded and trapped wolf that night.

At one point, she thought she would die in such a storm.

The next day, when the sun shone on his bruises, the man, who was as strong as a bear, howled and cried like a helpless child.

As he struggled to get to his lap, the man used his fingers to run over the bruises on his body, and then gently drugged himself.

Since that day, this man has changed, his appearance has become more and more rude, but his heart has become more and more gentle and delicate.

Again, deeper.

Tugan didn't know his place in this man's mind, he was too busy and had so many things to do, so much that he hadn't touched another woman.

Compared with the mercenary, shallow and lustful husband before, this man satisfies all her fantasies about men, and even far beyond.

Tugan knew that he had fallen in love with him, like a moth on a fire.

Even if he was going to take his own life, she would give it to him with a smile.

In front of the man lay a drawing, which showed a war horse draped in armor, and immediately a human figure wearing strange armor.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, I heard that it is a compulsory course for scholars in the Song Kingdom in the south, and it is the first time that Tugan knows that his man will do this.

The man asked in a low voice, "Is Gordon sleeping?" ”

Tugan said in a low voice: "I'm asleep, he misses you very much these days, and he wants to listen to your stories." ”

Jialiang nodded: "Well, I'll take him on horseback riding tomorrow." ”

Stretching out his hand and adding some grass under the painted horses, the family beam was almost certain that the attack on the iron harrier could only come from the abdomen, and that was the only place where the heavy cavalry had no protection.

Horseless, fifty-pound heavy armor of infantry...... Leave it there alone, and you're done.

According to the current mastery of the Song army's firearms, they have a magical mixed weapon - mines.

And this thing needs a spring made of mild steel, and it needs to hit the fuse, which Xixia can't make.

It can't even be collected - the Song army with this weapon, even if it is captured, it is only after throwing the hand-thrown earth-shaking thunder.

To develop it on its own, Jialiang felt that the Xixia people could not see hope.

The rest is to steal, but according to the secret spy report, this thing is only finished in Weizhou, and the production is in Bianjing.

Bianjing ......

Easily put down the brush and returned to the sleeping tent with Tugan, a little boy slept soundly in a posture that his six relatives did not recognize.

Tugan re-covered the little boy with the quilt, and Jia Liang also lay down, leaning sideways, and Tugan alone, looking at his child.

The name Jia Guodong was given by Su You.

The information he gave to Da Song was transmitted through commercial goods, and it took a lot of brains every time.

There are a lot of materials from the Great Song Dynasty, and Su Mingrun always likes to use the blank space to insert some information that makes him cry and laugh, but is very moving.

For example, Lao Tzu's child was born, he looked like Wei'er, and his nickname was Biancan.

For example, I know that your wife is pregnant, and I want to be a godfather.

For example, if you don't have that child, let's call it Guodong, okay, you don't need to reply, I've already agreed to you......

chattering like an old mother, but Jia Liang knew that Su You was afraid that he would have an emotion.

That kind of emotion is called loneliness.

With this messy information, Jialiang felt that he could fight for a hundred more years.

……

Bianjing, Daxiangguo Temple.

Today is the day of rest, and Wen Yanbo accompanied his wife to offer incense.

The price of combs, silk linen, fruits, has all risen.

There were many deacon-like people in the bazaar, staring at the fruit sellers, and the servants went to inquire, and after the fruit sales were done every day, those people would immediately take away their tooth money.

Seeing Wen Yanbo's brows furrowed deeply, Mrs. spoke on the side: "I'm here to worship the Buddha today, but I don't have a face." ”

Wen Yanbo turned around and didn't bother to look at it again: "It's just foolishness!" ”

A few days ago, Guo Fengyuan, the official who edited and revised the regulations of the three divisions, said that the prime minister should be the emperor and the Privy Council should be abolished and returned to the Chinese book.

He also said that Wang Anshi was the most important person in Zaifu, and the imperial court had some arrangements, but he was restrained by the privy council, "The minister is afraid that His Majesty will not be the one who appoints Anshi." ”

Even if Zhao Ji trusts Wang Anshi no matter how stupid he is, he knows that this is nonsense, but Wang Anshi also said, "Talents are rare, if they know things in the original way, they can try it." ”

This kind of person is also called talent?!

The right to supervise the imperial history of Zhang Shangying, the calendar of the criminal department, the locust plague in various places, must be caught before it can be played.

Now locusts began to appear in Hebei, and there were forty-nine seals of the chapter, and because of the incomplete catch, they were returned to the thirty-nine forms by the Jinju Yuan for not being lawless.

Zhang Shangying's recital is full of sarcasm-he must wait for it to be exhausted, and only then will he be afraid of cultivating the province, Your Majesty, the minister is worried that you will be too late!

His Majesty is wise in the end, and the royal approval is: "The concert hall is all over the command of the road transfer and pacification division, and there will be disasters and injuries in the future, so that the painting will be heard." ”

Wang Anshi asked His Majesty: "The Zhulu Pacification Division has unlimited economic cooperation, so why bother to play the disaster and injury?" ”

Zhao Ji smiled but did not answer.

Thinking of this, Wen Yanbo couldn't help but sneer, is it stupid, or is it inflated?

The conversation between the lady and the servant quickly brought Wen Yanbo's thoughts back to reality, and the Xue family's shop, which Mrs. liked to eat, was not found by the servant after turning around.

The lady asked, "Why?" The Xue family has been selling ice and snow for decades, so it's a time-honored brand, right? ”

The servant replied: "The ice and snow sold by the Xue family are all personally picked by the old shopkeeper in winter, and the people of the city said that if they don't buy ice from the city, they can't sell it." ”

The old shopkeeper was also stubborn, saying that the quality of the Xue family's ice and snow was trustworthy to all the people in Bianjing; The ice of Shiyiwu was not concocted by him, he was afraid that he would disappoint the old customers and smash the signboard, so he went back to his hometown directly. ”

Madame was a little speechless: "This ......"

Then I saw several hawkers being escorted into the arena by the officials, and a hawker carried a steamer: "Why? Uncle, this is my home-made cooking cake, why can't I sell it along the street? ”

The official didn't answer, just smiled and waved.

A small official walked over: "What is the noise?" In the future, if you buy and sell, you must come to the market, do you know the scope of the market? It's around this Royal Street. ”

The peddler smiled and said: "Official, we are doing a small business, my family is in Chongmingmen, it is not a matter of running so far, you raise your noble hand, raise your noble hand......"

The little official said, "That's right...... Then you pay a few teeth and leave, don't sell it after you go out, walk around your home in the future, don't cross the state bridge, understand? ”

A few hawkers rushed to make money: "Thank you, thank you!" ”

After collecting about twenty yuan, the little official tossed it in his hand and said to the two officials who came from the village: "Folks in the township, look down and don't look up, don't do things too much." Twenty wen here, which is considered the tea money of the two......"

The two officials were about to stretch out their hands with a smile on their faces, when they saw the little official take the money back, turned his head and shouted to a shed: "Lady of the Zhang family, send two soups to the two messengers, and I will accept your family's tooth money!" ”

The lady of the Zhang family happily agreed over there, and the little official said to the officer: "In the future, you will do less such things, but you can accumulate some virtue......"

After speaking, he shook his head, and didn't care about the two stupid servants, and went back to the workshop shed with his hands behind his back.

Wen Yanbo also shook his head, looking at this scene of life in Bianjing City, he couldn't help but laugh a little.

Wen Yanbo is a son of Confucianism, even if he was influenced by the Longchang period, but he is more Su You, only accepts theories, and it is impossible to worship Buddha.

So the lady went to offer incense, and he slipped to the abbot of the great monk Daolong to drink tea.

Of course, the great monk Daolong had to accompany him in person.