The best county magistrate

After arranging matters related to Feiyue, Yang Xuanchen came to the Tiangongmen station alone with a lantern.

Tiangong Guan Yao knew that he was coming, so he specially called Zhang Biao over and prepared a table with food and drinks.

The three of them were drinking wine and chatting around the stove. The three brothers, who had not seen each other for a while, seemed to have endless things to say.

"Eldest brother, third brother, although we were drunk at the time, we did it randomly."

"But in my heart, you two are my Zhang Biao's closest brothers. Our hearts are connected and our blood is connected."

Guan Yao banged the table heavily and laughed loudly, "Second brother said it well. My brother also thinks the same way as you."

"Come on! Have a drink!"

The three people raised their glasses and touched each other, with knowing smiles on their faces.

Putting down the wine glass, Guan Yao patted Yang Xuanchen on the shoulder and took out an exquisite pistol from his arms.

"Third brother, look at this gun. It has only been tested in the past few days."

"I did some research and found that guns don't necessarily have to be made of steel."

"Some parts need strength, and some parts need toughness, so I made improvements on your drawings."

Touching the cold desert eagle, Yang Xuanchen's eyes froze.

I didn’t expect that with the technology of this era, this gun could really be restored to such a high level.

In Zhang Biao's shocked eyes, Yang Xuanchen skillfully disassembled and assembled it.

Even Guan Yao, who built this gun, couldn't help but show a look of shock.

"Brother, third brother, what is this?"

"This is called a gun, a weapon similar to a crossbow, but more powerful..."

Yang Xuanchen said, pointing the barrel of the gun outward, squinting and looking in the direction pointed through the scope.

"Within a hundred steps, if a god stands in the way, the god will be killed; if the Buddha stands in the way, the Buddha will be killed!"

Yes, that’s right, this gun also comes with a simple red dot sight.

"Third brother, aren't you talking big words? You're also killing gods and Buddhas..."

As he spoke, Zhang Biao placed the steel knife beside him on the table with a clatter, and stroked the blade back and forth with his hand, as if he was touching the treasure of Xishi.

"Look at the knife that my eldest brother made for me with his own hands. This is a treasure!"

"When I went back to Jiutang, guess what, I cut the old Zhang's pig in half with this knife..."

Before he finished speaking, Guan Yao yelled, "Damn you, you used the precious sword I gave you to kill pigs!"

Zhang Biaosan smiled and scratched his head, "Isn't that old Zhang's knife? Come on, come on, brother, have a drink!"

When Yang Xuanchen heard this, a smile appeared on his lips. This reckless man was really wasting his wealth.

"Brother, this gun feels really good. How many magazines have you made?"

Guan Yao pursed his lips behind him and said, "They're all there. See for yourself. I've made six of these guns for the time being."

"I mean, each of our three brothers should use two weapons to defend themselves first."

"My disciples have also learned it. It's not difficult to do, it just takes some time."

"If the Arashiyama Villa needs configuration, I will make some for you later."

Zhang Biao knew about Lanshan Villa, but he didn't understand what Yang Xuanchen wanted to do.

"Third brother, there are so many people raised in the other courtyard, are you planning to rebel?"

If Zhang Biao hadn't been one of his own, Yang Xuanchen would have really wanted to give him a hard time. He rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"It's not like you don't know the situation between the north and the south. I call it preparation for a rainy day..."

"What do you think I can't understand about preparing for a rainy day?" Zhang Biao interrupted him.

"I saw it from the moment you asked that boy Quan Dan to build the city wall."

"Our city wall is ten feet high and four to five feet wide. The horse-walking wall is wider than the roads in the county."

"You said you don't plan to rebel, why are you building this wall?"

Speaking of this, Guan Yao cast a questioning look at Yang Xuanchen, "Yes, third brother, do you really want to rebel?"

"Yes, yes, I want to rebel, okay!" Yang Xuanchen muttered.

Then he took out a magazine and pushed it up, then took out some drawings from his arms.

"Brother, take a look at this thing. It's called a red cannon."

"..."

After listening to Yang Xuanchen's introduction, Guan Yao's eyes were as wide as bells. Yes, he was shocked.

Even Zhang Biao was shocked, "Third brother, according to what you said, if this red cannon is built, wouldn't we be invincible?"

"This thing is so invincible!" Yang Xuanchen laughed and cursed.

Then he explained to the two of them, "Cannons placed on city walls are definitely powerful weapons for defense, but they cannot be used for marching and fighting."

"Any weapon needs to be operated by people who match it. It is impossible to train qualified artillerymen without one or two years."

Zhang Biao slammed the table and shouted loudly: "Why are you drinking? Since we are going to rebel, why don't we recruit troops immediately?"

"Brother, you just build this useless cannon. Second brother, I am responsible for training the artillery."

When Guan Yao heard this, he first cursed him, and then said angrily: "Do you think rebellion is just playing house?"

"We have to think long term. Without ten or eight years of preparation, do you believe that the imperial court will kill you before you even start an uprising?"

So he turned his attention to Yang Xuanchen. He wanted to see what Yang Xuanchen was thinking.

First it was steelmaking, then guns, and now the red cannon. What other weird things are there in Yang Xuanchen's mind?

Moreover, all of his design drawings are weapons for killing people. Is it true that he wants to rebel as Zhang Biao said?

"Third brother, what do you mean?" Guan Yao couldn't help but ask in the end.

"Big brother, second brother, the situation between the north and the south is tense now, and we must be fully prepared."

"Our industry is all about making money. It's okay now that Concubine Shu is protecting us, but no one is a fool. Their eyes will eventually fall on Qingshui County."

"Whether it's the various aristocratic families in Great Yan or the barbarians from Northern Liao and Southern Barbarians, sooner or later they will extend their claws and claws to us!"

"In the spring of next year, there will be wars between the north and the south of Great Yan, and the exams are coming soon, so I will go to Beijing soon..."

"What? Are you going to Beijing?" Zhang Biao yelled.

"If you go to the capital, what will happen to Qingshui County?"

Yang Xuanchen patted Zhang Biao on the shoulder, "I will hand over the government affairs of Qingshui County to Lao Wei, and the post of county captain will be handed over to Xiaoba."

"What the hell? Let Xiaoba be the county captain? What about me?"

"Haha, second brother, don't be angry. I don't trust others coming to Beijing with me, so when the time comes, second brother will come to Beijing with me!" Yang Xuanchen replied.

"As for eldest brother..."

At this point, Yang Xuanchen turned his attention to Guan Yao and raised his wine glass, "The industry in Qingshui County needs a big brother. Miaomiao and Weiwei will first assist the big brother in managing it."

"When the conditions are ripe, they will also come to Beijing."

"We are working hard in the capital, so we need our eldest brother to sit behind us."

Guan Yao raised his glass and clinked it with him, and said with a smile: "It's just you, third brother. I, Guan Yao, won't agree to what others say."

Over a drink, Yang Xuanchen arranged a lot of things and said a lot of things from his heart.

He has no intention of rebellion, but he sees the turbulence of the current situation and the dangers in the future more clearly than anyone else.

Guan Yao knew that Yang Xuanchen today was burdened with a lot and had to bear a lot.

Even though he was chatting and laughing normally, there was deep worry and heaviness hidden in his eyes.