Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 251 Cheng Chumo, who has never seen the world

At the end of the Mei month, the weather turned cold, and the first snow arrived as scheduled.

The snow extended from the city wall, rows of shops in the imperial city were lined up, short ice hangings fell from the eaves, and the roofs were covered with snow.

The snowflakes stopped suddenly overnight, there was not much cold wind, and occasionally sporadic snowflakes fell on the streets.One month passed and it was the New Year's Eve, and many people on the long street who had been busy all year round finally had time to spare, and they bought New Year's goods with their families.

On the bustling streets, foreign merchants took advantage of this time to make a fortune, and their cries were much louder than before.The plainly dressed people were even more willing to spend a few copper coins in the tea shop, listening to the storyteller's vivid description of the recent deeds of the imperial city.

"It is said that our Tang Dynasty monarch built an altar to sacrifice to the heavens and saw off the heroes of the Western Expedition. The intention was to announce the rise of the Tang Dynasty to the world."

"There is a saying that hang your head and barbarians to make a noise in the mansion to show thousands of miles away. Those who commit crimes against the Tang Dynasty will be punished even if they are far away!"

"Hey! The strong wind was blowing that day, and His Majesty waved his hand to stop the wind, which is very majestic. Also, among the generals this time, Datang has an extra young talent..."

Although these deeds have already happened at the beginning of the month, they are still talked about in the street, especially in the mouth of the storyteller, as if many people came to the scene again and felt the strong power.Some suburban farmers who had just entered the city, when they heard such incidents, could not help sighing and crying out for regret.

On the long street, the wind chimes hanging on the four corners of the carriage rang, and the four carriages walked slowly through the bustling city. With the driver's reminder, they pushed aside the crowd and walked slowly towards the West Market.

Inside the car, Li Xian folded his arms, put on a thin jacket, leaned against the window, looked at the figure on the opposite side who was caressing the new cotton shirt, and kicked him.

"Can you be a little promising? How can you feel like a mother-in-law after fumbling for half a song in a piece of clothing?"

The slightly dark face raised slightly, looked at Li Xian who gave him a blank look, and smiled.

"Brother Li, you are really good!"

"This cotton shirt is more comfortable to wear than the fur in our mansion. It moves freely, and it is also very comfortable to touch. Wearing this thin one does not feel cold."

"In my opinion, we won't carry big bags and small bags on our backs this time. We'll get two more sets of these cotton shirts and bring a few more blouses. Then we'll be able to go into battle and kill the enemy!"

Li Xian waved his hands again and again, scoffing at the bloody violence of this militant.

"Okay, okay, don't mention it again."

"Now the military camp is recruiting, and there are countless people who actively sign up. From time to time, I am pulled to sort out the roster and find good seedlings. When will I get a few more for you?"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, the end of the year is approaching, and every family has to prepare some new year's goods, and the artisans in the workshop are no exception. If you are looking for a tailor to cut in private, see if I don't cut off your head."

I can't get used to the way Western capitalism squeezes workers in later generations, but when Li Xian calculates strictly according to the eight-hour working system, will he still make two shifts and take turns to rest and bathe?

"I know, I know!"

It's a matter of business, Cheng Chumo doesn't have the guts to disobey Li Xian now.

Lifting the curtain of the carriage, Li Xian glanced at the Lu Yu Tea House passing by. Looking at the crowds of people, he suddenly remembered the scene when the three of them gathered in the tea house in the past.

With a hiss, Li Xian closed the curtain, showing some doubts.

"Chu Mo, I haven't seen that kid Huaidao these days, do you know where this kid went?"

"Hi! The New Year's Eve is approaching, and every household has a lot of trivial matters. This kid may be busy preparing for the New Year."

Glancing at Li Xian, seeing that his brows were slightly frowned, Cheng Chumo put his hands on his knees and explained patiently.

"My father is a man who wields a spear and a sword. As long as there is wine and meat at the end of this year, everything will be fine."

"But this Qin Mansion is different. To tell you the truth, Hu Guogong is indeed at the root of his illness. In fact, he is not bedridden. He just sees a lot of things in this prosperous age."

"Think about it, this martial artist bid farewell to the life of dancing guns and clubs, so he will naturally live a delicate life. The New Year's goods over the years are really more exquisite than ordinary Duke's mansions. In addition, Hu Guogong has an elder who is still alive, and he is pregnant with Taoism. It's only natural to take care of me at all times."

call~
The coachman stopped the horses, and a sound floated into the car.

"You two, the place to buy herbs has arrived."

Li Xian, who was about to ask questions, also stopped, patted Cheng Chumo's head, and smiled.

"Let's go! Buy two medicinal stones, and I will give you a surprise sometime later."

Slapping off Li Xian's arm, Cheng Chumo followed and got up, muttering.

"Can you stop slapping your head in the future? You also said that this thing is too stupid to shoot."

"It's because daddy dislikes me all day long for not being as smart as you. If I continue to be so clumsy, won't I be scolded to death by daddy?"

After jumping off the carriage, there was a strong smell of herbs in the slightly cold weather. It couldn't be called unpleasant, but it couldn't be smelled anywhere.

Watching Li Xian rushing into the shop, Cheng Chumo was a little confused.

"Why do you buy medicine stones? The end of the year is approaching, and it is not prudent to hoard medicine stones at home, so as not to lose the medicine jar and lose your reputation."

"You don't understand that. Some medicine stones can be used as seasonings for ministers, but today we will reserve the saltpeter, as much as the fuck, we will take as much as the fuck at a time."

"Are you crazy? This thing is not a rare item. There are a lot of farmhouse corners and animal sheds. You don't think you want to make alchemy?"

Cheng Chumo still knows a little about alchemy in alchemy furnaces.

Li Xian once said that he traveled the mainland of China with the gods in the sky, and he came up with these novel inventions just now. Cheng Chumo's eyes are shining at this moment, as if he saw the hope of immortality from the back of saving money.

He rushed forward, showing his arms in the circle, Cheng Chumo's face was greedy, with a little flattery.

"Brother Li, I have to count in this matter."

"We two, you have one grain and I have one grain. After a hundred years, we can still roam the streets and be a pair of troubled brothers."

"As long as I have it, brother Li can take whatever you want, mine is yours. What about yours, let us have a drink of soup too? Half a grain of wildness?"

Bai Shang glanced at this whimsical figure, and Li Xian looked at the posted figure in disgust, and took out a few copper coins at the helpless servant in the palace.

"Grind fine powder of saltpeter in the hall, buy all of them."

The young man looked at the copper plate on the long table, his eyes were shining, and he quickly picked it up like in his pocket, with a smile on his face.

"Wait objectively, half an hour, I will give you all."

When he turned around, he could still hear the servant humming a little song excitedly, talking to himself.

"This is really close to the way to make a fortune at the end of the year. This year, how many pieces of meat can be eaten."

After dismissing the boy, Li Xian solemnly turned around and looked at the longing figure.

"You, don't keep thinking about these misty things."

"The gods belong to the gods. I, Li Xian, am just a mortal. Why do the gods teach me the art of longevity?"

"This saltpeter is to be used in the Western Expedition. Forget it, it's useless to say too much. If we can gather it all, I'll show you when it's ready."

The black powder of the later generations is actually no secret. After all, every family can set off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. When gathered together, it is not much different from this thing.

But it is too difficult to explain to such a person who has no rational basis.

Li Xian was not very optimistic about the battle between [-] and [-], and the idea of ​​making black powder was also a flash in his head. After all, it is too difficult to purify sulfur in this era.

Of course, if it is made, that's another story.

It should not be difficult for a thing that can scare away ancient beasts for thousands of years, scare away a barbarian Di Rong, and drive back tens of thousands of troops, right?

(End of this chapter)