White Feather Huaisha

There was no way to chase after him, and the wonton seller also left. Su Yu had a swelling on his forehead, a purple bruise around his lips, and a small incision on his neck, just holding the table leg He and the broken wooden barrel walked back to the post house dejectedly.

His stomach was growling, and he was thinking as he walked: I really have to go, I can't wait for money today, and he can't care about anything to deceive people. Let's forget about Wu Jue fooling people from the Western Regions. The black shop was burned to vent their anger.

This black shop has a well-established system, with many employees, and one person takes turns every day. No one can get favors or suffer losses.Today's new guy was shaking a towel at the door, and Su Yu said, "I'll give you 4000 taels, and I'll also give you a bucket. Can you give me a bowl of plain noodles?"

The man turned his head to look at him, not understanding why he went out to eat a wonton so badly.

Su Yu said, "Just vegan noodles, nothing added."

The guy frowned and let him go.

When it was time for breakfast in the morning, the post house was actually doing a good business, the seats were full of people, there were rich merchants who were about to become steamed stuffed buns, there were also sons waiting for ransom at home, and there was also a swordsman sitting with one leg on the bench but not sitting. .

The big monk with the knife probably got up late, and couldn't find a seat for a long time, so he turned around and asked the swordsman, "Is the benefactor alone? How about a seat?"

With his back to the door, Jian Xia took a sip of his wine and nodded slightly.

Su Yu stood at the door, patting off the egg shells all over his body, and no one saw his jokes, only the three man-eating dogs walked around under his feet, but they were used to heavy tastes, and obviously lacked interest in egg whites lack.

He put his hips on his hips and turned his face up to bask in the sun, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Two people have been together for a long time, and there are always some habits that infect each other.Su Yu thought to himself, if he stayed together all day, he would be fine, and he would not become a suave and suave hooligan.

In the post house behind him, the great monk slapped the handle of the knife again, "Plain noodles, clear soup, no seasoning!"

The swordsman sitting opposite him also knocked the wine cup on the table, and said softly, "Excuse me, Su Mian."

His voice was cold and sharp, but his tone was soft and boneless, as if he wanted to let others do the talking.This kind of laziness is ugly when put on other people, but if you are blown by this voice, you will be romantic. Put it in a border area like Jiuhuiling, it is very rare and outstanding.

The noodle-eating guests in the post house turned their heads to look at the "Swordsman" in an instant, and Su Yu's hand froze when he patted the eggshell.

That voice is too familiar, I just scolded him in a dream last night, "Meng Zhen satiates my hunger".

Why is Xie Huai here!

Su Yu's first reaction was to turn his head, and his second reaction was to squat down and hug his head.

Xie Huai was wearing the black coarse cloth bunt in the dream, and the bun probably came from Zhou Emperor's somewhat stupid hand, a few strands of hair fell down disobediently, and the whole person was very relaxed because of it.

The dream is quite vivid, Su Yu may really become a god after death.

The preparation god looked down at the egg liquid that was about to be dried all over his body, and smelled the strange smell.

Su Yu stood up, intending to sneak up to the second floor, change clothes first, and then come to say hello to Xie Huai who hadn't seen him for half a year.

I only heard Xie Huai ask the great monk opposite inexplicably: "Why did you give me chopsticks?"

... By the way, Xie Huai has never seen a black shop, he is the emperor, and he is also a big fat sheep.

Su Yu gritted his teeth, turned his feet abruptly, strode into the post house with the legs of the table in his hands, sat down at the table, put the legs of the table under the table, and discussed, "Want a seat?"

The big monk said in a rough voice: "Okay. Does Xiao Shi mainly use chopsticks? There are plenty of them here in the Sajia." After saying that, he took out, and Su Yu caught it as good as he could.

Xie Huai stared at Su Yu, he didn't dare to admit it for a long while, and finally raised his finger, trembling, as if he planned to poke Su Yu's face to see if he saw a ghost.

Su Yu took the leg of the table under the table and gave him a crutch, motioning him not to be fooled around. At the same time, he shamelessly raked his oily, shiny, egg-scented hair, "Brother, is this hairstyle okay? I found someone to do it for you. introduce?"

When plain noodles were served, Xie Huai pushed the noodles to Su Yu first, "...Thank you, no need."

He was kind enough.

There was a sore itching in Su Yu's heart that he hadn't seen for a long time, and even his scalp was numb and numb for a while, so he ate the noodles with his head down, dipped his left hand in the tea, and wrote on the table: "Black shop, you go out first."

He wrote every stroke, and he was moved. When he finished writing, he raised his head, his face changed instantly, and he slammed the chopsticks.

The fake fat sheep was pulling out the silver chopsticks it brought from the palace. The sentence "Why did you give me the chopsticks" just now was not a doubt, but it should be followed by the sentence "I have it myself"...

He squinted at Su Yu's writing while wiping his chopsticks. Although he didn't know what Su Yu was suddenly playing with, he lowered his voice cooperatively, "What did you write? Oh, you smell like this... …Ah, black shop, I know, isn’t this nonsense, whoever detains you if it’s not a black shop? Don’t I have to come here to find you?”

Xie Huai took care of everything and developed an extraordinary speaking habit. Now he has a huge amount of information in his mouth, and every sentence can bring people different reveries.For example, "Black shop, I know", to Su Yu, it means "I'm blind"; "Oh, you smell this way", to Su Yu, it means "Shut up if you can't speak"; Do I have to come here to find you?" To Su Yu, it was... more meaningful.

Although it can be almost guessed that he is not guarding the gate in Jinling, Baba came to Longzhou for business, but eating sweets doesn't take much brains, it's good to meet each other, anyway, Su Yu thinks it's very sweet.

Now he really wants to stick his head on Xie Huai's chest and wipe his face with his sweetheart's big chest, but it's a pity he can't let the staff see that he and Xie Huai are in the same group, otherwise another person may be chopped up, no I know whether the next drawer will be Xiaolong Bao or Xiao "Hou" Bao.

Su Yu sucked the last piece of noodles down, wrote the words "see you tonight" on the table, and said calmly at the same time: "Brother, the sword is not bad."

With a complicated expression on his face, Xie Huai picked up noodles with chopsticks, and watched Su Yuyun put down the bowl like a wind, and floated upstairs like the wind.

It is a good thing for Su Yu to be cautious, but Xie Da understands that it is a bit puzzling to be so cautious, and vaguely feels that he may have spoiled Xiao Su in the past two years, and made the good boy suspicious.

The defeat in Longqing and Qingzhou was intentional.It is true that Beiji's metallurgical technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, but a bigger bowl does not mean enough food.No matter how fast technology advances, it will not be so strong that it can turn Beiji's poor iron into good iron.

Minerals in Beiji are scarce in the country, and the treasures dug out of the few iron mines are like the femur bones of an old man, which can be broken with just a poke. channels to purchase minerals.

Beiji is surrounded by glaciers in the north, sea of ​​ice in the east, and the old enemy Dazhou in the south. Only in the west are the 36 countries of the Western Regions.Those small countries have long been twisted together, asking extremely high prices, making it clear that they don't want Beiji to become bigger, so as not to pose a threat to themselves.

This is always the case with diplomatic relations. The closer you are, the more jealous you will be. Only those who are far away can become close.

Even if there is no channel, the shortcomings of Beiji Weapons are growing day by day. As long as the big-brained Dazhou people dare to think about it, they can figure out the key points.

The matter of "subjugation" is regarded as a big deal by most people, and some people don't care about it.Naturally, there are also people who say they care a lot, but in private they say otherwise.

People in Beiji couldn't afford the prices demanded by the 36 countries in the Western Regions, but they could still afford half of the price, which happened to be [-] to [-] percent higher than the price of iron on the black market in Dazhou.

Some Dazhou people are indeed not good goods, and when they see rare goods to live in, they will drive up prices.The people of Beiji will make do with it, and they are willing to give another [-] to [-] percent.

In this way, Beiji also has a good iron, and these people also have windfalls and contacts, and then they can stand in Dazhou with one foot and Beiji with the other, and sell officials and nobles in the local area steadily, and the sky rises.

If you want to check, it's not that you can't find out. The first emperor checked several times, and Xie Huai was the main force.

Xie Huai hacked too many people, so it had miraculous effects at the time, but after three or five years, the mountains and rivers will still be mountains and rivers, and the world will still be the world.The profiteers swarmed up one after another, and his hand holding the knife slowly felt the powerlessness of "cutting the grass without eradicating the root".

The turning point began with the Westerners from Haibo.The sea ship stopped at the port, and the blond craftsman entered Jinling with the drawings. The big ship on the map was made of steel, and it could push the magnificent waves casually.

Xie Luan and the craftsmen of the Military Aircraft Department studied for a long time, and finally showed him the blueprints drawn by the Dazhou people themselves, including fishing boats, warships, and light ocean-going ships.

Although it is surrounded by the sea in the southeast, few Dazhou people have actually seen the sea due to limited manpower and skills.As for whether there is another shore in the sea, and what the other shore is, I don't know anything about it.

Ignorance is weakness, and knowing one's ignorance is a crime.

More than half of the era of "limited manpower" has passed, and Xie Huai wants to be the one who pushes the wheel of the torrent forward, never thinking of waiting until the wheel arrives.

Regardless of success or failure, Xie Huai felt that he should give it a try.

Shipbuilding needs steel, coal, and all unimaginable materials. The most urgent task is to take back the two prefectures of Longqing and Qinghai.

Xie Jiang's plan went smoothly, there was only one hiccup, and that was that Su Yu was slightly injured.

Xie Huai knew how the military newspaper was written, and according to Su Yu's logic, a broken arm or leg meant "a slight injury".

On the front foot, Xie Jiang returned to Jinling after finishing his work, and on the back foot, he shut Xie Jiang, Xie Luan, and Lin Shuluo into the imperial study room, threw the dragon seal away, and declared in a high-spirited manner to "rectify the chaos in Longzhou's iron industry"— ——In fact, it was “mainly to visit Lord Hou and rectify the chaos”——then flattered and left Jinling City.

... Then in Yehuling, Yanyan had his face covered with money. General Yan ordered him while eating meat skewers: "Su Yu is useless. I don't know how to enjoy life when I take a vacation, so I went to sell sweet potatoes to experience life, life Did you mess with him? Now he is detained by the black shop together with the sweet potato, you can redeem him yourself."

On a dark and windy night, Xie Huai was pleasantly surprised to find that his old kung fu had not been wasted. He reached out and pressed the window lattice, curled his back very skillfully, turned over and climbed onto the roof, and landed silently on the ground. The tiles are not loose.

Three feet away, Su Yu was standing straight and straight on the ridge of the roof, holding his new favorite weapon, the table leg, and meditating, acting like a young hero.With a colorful face to appreciate, it is indeed full of quackery.

The colorful Jianghu people began to act depressed and bitter, and first called out: "Brother, are you here?"

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