Beiyang new warlord

Mao Wenlong played a very important role in the imperial court's Liaodong war. Don't look at Mao Wenlong's subordinates are only 3 people, which is ten times less than the 30 million Liaodong army. They occupy Rupi Island and Zhangzi Island , Dalu Island, Jinzhou, these desolate places, and islands in the outer sea, but here is a nail nailed behind Houjin. Several times when Houjin conquered Mongolia and attacked Daming, Mao Wenlong gave Nurhachi and Huang Taiji behind his back. Great threat.

During Dingmao's rebellion, Mao Wenlong came out from Phi Island and harassed Amin's rear, so that the Qing army did not dare to fight a protracted war. After hastily forcing North Korea to sign a contract, he hurried back to Shenyang. An important transit point for communication.

The importance of Mao Wenlong can be seen from the conflict between him and his immediate superior Denglai Governor Yuan Keli. Because Yuan Keli investigated Mao Wenlong's false report of military achievements, which triggered a political dispute between the DPRK and China. It can be seen.

After Yuan Chonghuan killed Mao Wenlong, the country changed in the next year. Houjin soldiers came to the capital city, and then Houjin expedition to North Korea.A series of changes happened after Mao Wenlong's death, so Yuan Chonghuan was killed by Chongzhen, and it was not wronged.

Although Mao Jue is not favored, he is worthy of being cursed by someone with a heart like Kidney Deficiency. Don't look at this Pidao, which is isolated overseas, and there are many scarce goods from North Korea and Liaodong. This is the only port, so Mao Wenlong can do it Mouth, many people can make a fortune.

Hearing this, Mao Jue felt uncomfortable. He wanted to rely on himself, but in the end he needed to rely on Mao Wenlong's shadow.

He casually poured a glass of light wine from the table to suppress the discomfort, suddenly Mao Jue turned his head again and asked Su Yi.

"By the way, how did I do in the provincial examination?"

"Son, I really don't remember anything"

With a sigh of helplessness, Su Yi stretched out her hand and pointed at the screaming figure: "It's because this guy invited the young masters to drink, missed the exam time, and lost his name to Sun Shan. For this reason, the master scolded the young master a few words, you yourself I was so angry that I didn't eat for three days, don't you remember?"

have to!This product is still a broom star!

Seeing Mr. Kidney Deficiency bring back two big packages, Mao Jue shook his head speechlessly.

The next banquet will be easy, and it will be placed in future generations. This kid with kidney deficiency, Qian Zeng, is definitely the manager of the sales department. The discourse initiative never left him.

Originally, he thought that he had to curry favor with him, but the situation was reversed, and it was replaced by him currying favor with himself. Mao Jue had learned a lot about the romantic and prosperous markets that this fellow had seen in the south of the Yangtze River along the way.

As for He Siyong, he originally wanted to make a great contribution here, but he didn't expect Mao Jue to meet an old friend in a foreign country. While depressed, he was a little discerning, so he retired from the banquet without knowing where to go for a drink up.

This guy is really a local tyrant. After a meal of wine until the afternoon, Mao Jue's first order in the Ming Dynasty was completed, and he didn't even look at anything. The money was first thrown out of five big silver coins, a total of 100 taels , Round off the two boxes of red utensils from Mao Jue Glass Products Factory.

Even though the alcohol content is low in this era, after drinking two or three catties of sorghum wine, this guy still slapped his tongue a little bit, and he was assisted by Mao Jue to walk out, and he was still yelling vaguely as he walked.

"It's said that colored glaze is produced in Shandong! Now our land in Liaodong can also produce colored glaze. Let's see who else will call this place a place of bitter cold!"

"But Brother Mao, your colored glaze is like Western French colored glaze, something made by foreigners. I wonder if you have dioramas here?"

"Diorama?"

Mentioning this, Qian Zeng's eyeballs lit up a little, and he waved his hands excitedly.

"It's that kind of thin, translucent Western mirror, which is a hundred times brighter than our bronze mirror. It is said that when people shine on it, it is said that every detail is clearly visible. A few years ago, those foreign monks brought it to Nanjing, and finally it was taken by a master from Yangzhou. The salt merchant spent tens of thousands of taels to buy it, and as soon as the mirror was sold, Zhao Qier, the oiran of the Qinhuai River, got it in his pocket and married him, an old man."

"If we can play around, tsk tsk"

Faced with peach blossoms, I don't know which oiran Qian Zeng, the kid with kidney deficiency, thinks of, sitting on the sedan chair, he is gesticulating wildly, but when he says tens of thousands of mirrors, Mao Jue's heart thumps when he hears it!

Chapter 8. A Taoist temple that knows how to make alchemy

Two ingots of silver ingots shining with special metallic luster were placed on the table. It is so fast to get rid of poverty and become prosperous, just to get to know a few more local tyrants. Using Mao Wenlong's relationship to seek personal gain.Fortunately, this is a common practice in official circles these days, and some younger generations visit their elders to apply for an official in the same year, and there will not be a few censors to double-regulate Mao Jue.

However, people's ambitions are always rising with the tide. This afternoon, I spent 60 taels and contacted the muscular soldier to order six revolvers and a lot of pointed bullets. At night, Mao Jue couldn't sleep because of the money. The tens of thousands of taels of Zeng's mirror always echoed in his ears.

The six revolvers are just for self-defense, and Yuan Chonghuan will fight to the death, but what should we do when the fight is over?Rebellion?Take refuge in Jian slaves?Both are not what Mao Jue wants!Mao Wenlong has been famous for so many years, and he must have an intricate relationship in the court. He manages the eunuchs, fights party disputes, and may be able to quarrel with Yuan Chonghuan infinitely, but all of this requires money, and the eunuchs' "military pay" It is more than the military pay for being a slave.

But if there is a mirror!

"Su Yi, get up!!!"

"Ah? Heh~ Master, why are you up?"

Normally, Su Yi would wake Mao Jue up, but this time it was the other way around, and finally opened her sleepy eyes, and yawned loudly, Su Yi asked in amazement, but unfortunately she hadn't finished speaking yet. , Mao Jue pulled her smooth white wrist and pulled her off the bed.

"I want saltpeter! Where is saltpeter in this city?"

"Young master! Young master! Hey! The maid is not dressed yet! Go out like this! The maid is dead!!!"

Clutching her bellyband, Su Yi screamed sadly from behind.

Now that I have money in my pocket, I don’t need to save so much. I’d better walk down the door where people leave the house. There is a carriage at the door. I called one, and the two of them yawned in plain clothes and went straight to the city. He rushed out the door.

Regardless of the military town of Pidao, the soldiers also needed comfort from the brutal killings on the battlefield. Religion also came into being. On the mountainside at the back of the island, a small Taoist temple was set up, run by Taoist priests who fled from Liaoyang. Sanqing is enshrined here, and it is said that even Mao Wenlong will come here to offer incense before the expedition.

Early in the morning, the door of the Taoist temple had just opened, and a few Taoist boys were cleaning the gate. When they saw the carriage stopped, Su Yi got off first, and a little Taoist boy ran back excitedly, shouting as he ran: "Master, that alchemy girl is here again!"

Seeing the elated expressions of Taoist priests, Mao Jue always felt that he had entered a dark scenic spot and was being sharpened by others.

A moment later, an old Taoist with a long beard, a turnip face, wrinkled old face, and messy hair, wearing a starched and faded Taoist robe, came out in a hurry, looked at Mao Jue's eyes, and suddenly showed a strong look. Smile to laugh.

"Pindao has seen Mr. Mao. It's been a long time since Mr. Mao, are you all right?"

How the hell did I know Lao Tzu?Mao Jue gave Su Yi an embarrassed look again, and the girl immediately explained like a familiar little speaker.

"Daoist Xuankong, my son fell into the water a few days ago and suffered from a headache. I can't remember many things. Please bear with me."

"Hey~ the way of heaven is impermanent!"

Hearing this explanation, the old Taoist Xuankong couldn't help heaving a long sigh, and said with a bit of embarrassment: "Mrs. Wen is such a kind person, Liaoyang was in great trouble, and she suffered such a disaster, and now Mr. Mao is also, hey~"

"Master!"

Talk about sad things face to face!Su Yi gave a somewhat displeased reminder, which interrupted Xuankong's sobbing, and slapped his forehead, the old man said apologetically, "Don't blame Mr. Mao, this man is old, he just likes to sigh indiscriminately, and the poor man has lost his composure. , Mr. Mao, let's go in and talk again, Qingfeng, Mingyue, don't prepare tea yet, hurry up!"

Leading the way in front, with Mao Jue, the old man led briskly to the temple.

The world is difficult, and even these outsiders are uncomfortable. This breakfast is clear millet porridge, which is much thinner than the most unscrupulous breakfast Mao Jue bought before going to work. There is not even tea for dinner. There are no eggs or salted duck eggs, just a stack of small pickles made from pickled radishes grown by the Taoist priests themselves. In ancient times, they were particular about eating without speaking. Generally, young Taoist priests ate in silence after their morning classes. Mao Jue was also not good at talking, followed Get rid of this simple breakfast first.

But having said that, this pickled radish strips are quite refreshing to eat.

After breakfast, twenty or so Taoist priests should hold the hall of the temple, and those who should meditate and chant sutras, while the old Taoist Xuankong invited Mao Jue to the inner room where he lived in the back.Mao Jue was very interested in this place. There was a rather large alchemy furnace that seemed to be smoking green smoke, and there was a slightly smaller alchemy tripod. There were more than a dozen black-glazed jars of various colors. This is the earliest chemical laboratory in China.

"what is this?"

The two weird pots are connected together up and down. If it is not made of black ceramics, it is exactly the same as those instruments in later generations of laboratories. Listening to Mao Jue pointing to this and asking, the old man explained with a smile.

"Oh, this is a device for extracting mercury from cinnabar when we are making alchemy. The bottom one is called sweet snail, and the one on top is called pomegranate jar. When we use it, put cinnabar in the pomegranate jar and burn it with fire, and the mercury will condense. Arrived in the sweet snail."

"There are still a few months before Mrs. Wen's memorial day. Is it possible that the young master is here to ask for pills. For headaches, Pindao has a little Ziyang Zhengxin pill, which should be able to start the effect."

As he said that, the old Taoist Xuankong took out a big gourd from his side, and a few copper beans with a heavy metal luster jumped to Mao Jue's eyes. He immediately saw that he was sweating profusely on his forehead. It was either lead or mercury, and Qin Shihuang died after eating it. Yes, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty died of eating, and Emperor Taizong of Tang also died of eating. He hasn't lived enough yet.

"I don't need this one. Although I have forgotten a lot of things, I have also forgotten a lot of troubles, good fortune and evil (ye), evil evil, especially can you sum it up in one sentence?"

This pretense is good, the old Taoist Xuankong really nodded his head approvingly, and clasped his fists in admiration.

"Mr. Mao is brilliant. I am ashamed that this poor Taoist cultivator is not as open-minded as Mr. Mao!"