Crossing town house man and wife

After breakfast, Wu Ming went to the small courtyard of paper making alone. When he went out, he found several officers standing outside the courtyard. When he saw him coming out, he immediately looked at me and I looked at you, as if he was hesitating whether to greet him .

Wu Ming just regarded them as air, turned a blind eye and left without seeing them, leaving them to continue to look at each other.

When he arrived at the paper-making courtyard, Wu Ming found that Huangdou was the only one there, Jiang San and Liu Qi didn't come over, he asked casually, and learned that those two were looking for weeds that could burn out the ashes of yesterday's plants, and only left Huangdou behind. look at the yard.

In fact, there is nothing worth keeping secret in this yard, but Wu Ming choked Luo Daozi once before and beat him out, and then simply used this as an excuse to let the three of them live in this yard. In the small courtyard, the daily food is also distributed by the large kitchen.

Seeing that there was nothing to do here, Wu Ming prepared to leave and come back to work in the afternoon.

But when he turned around, Wu Ming noticed that there was something wrong with Huang Dou's eyes looking at him, and that eyes seemed to be lingering on his waist and hips.

Wu Ming was annoyed immediately, turned around, stared and said, "What are you looking at?"

"Hey." Huang Dou touched his head in embarrassment, and replied in a wrong way, "We all thought you wouldn't come here today!"

"How?" Wu Ming narrowed his eyes.

"This...isn't this the county guard coming?" Huang Dou became more and more embarrassed, and her ears turned red with embarrassment, "You...don't you need to serve him?"

Damn, you really dare to think!

Wu Ming guessed what Huang Dou meant, and immediately rolled his eyes, "I'm not his mother, why should I serve him?"

"Aren't you the county magistrate's wife?" Huang Dou blushed, but she didn't dare to speak too bluntly.

"Don't you know why I 'married' into the Sheriff's Mansion?" Wu Ming felt depressed, but even if it was just for his family's face, he had to help Yan Heng tell the truth.

"I heard it's because the county guard can't have children?" Seeing that Wu Ming wasn't angry, Huang Dou immediately showed curiosity.

"Actually, I'm pregnant but I can't give birth." Recently, Wu Ming asked a lot of gossip about the Sheriff's Mansion from Tortoise's mouth. Rich and superfluous——Instead of making people guess in secret, it is better to follow the example of the media of later generations and guide public opinion with half-truths and nonsense.

Wu Ming simply sat down on the stone platform by the well, put on a posture of talking about the mountains, and continued: "So, the fortune-teller said that the county guard's life is too hard, which is not good for children, so a man like me must be married in. Punch out the evil spirit."

"Is that really the case?" Huang Dou also forgot her identity at the moment, squatting beside Wu Ming with bright eyes.

"It's hard to say." Wu Ming deliberately lowered his voice, "I'm just telling you, don't tell anyone else."

"Yeah!" Soybean nodded repeatedly.

As for whether he could really keep it a secret, neither the speaker nor the listener had seriously considered it.

"The sheriff has a grandmother, you know that?" Wu Ming asked.

"I know, I know. Two days ago, I heard people say that the old lady of the Sheriff's Mansion... um... um, what happened." Huang Dou continued to nod, "Could it be related to her old man?"

"Whether it's related or not, I can't say, but her natal family has a niece and granddaughter who also married into the sheriff's mansion—no, concubines don't seem to be able to use dowry characters." Wu Ming deliberately paused.

Huang Dou immediately echoed: "That's right, how about marrying a wife and taking concubines!"

"Yes, what is the status of the concubine Ji, what is the status of the wife, and the good girl of the old lady's family is actually a concubine for the county guard. How strange do you think this is?" Wu Ming put out the common routine of romance novels in later generations, "I heard people say , when there is no wife in the Sheriff's Mansion, this little concubine considers herself a 'Madam' and manages the entire backyard of the Sheriff's Mansion. However, although she has the support of the old lady, she is not liked by the Sheriff. On weekdays, the sheriff doesn't even enter her yard."

"Is this concubine too ugly?" Huang Dou interrupted and asked.In terms of enthusiasm for gossip, men are not inferior to women at all, especially when the topic involves women and sex, they will be enthusiastic and dare to talk about everything.

"How would I know?!" Wu Ming rolled his eyes pretending to be depressed, "You don't even think about it. Although I married in as a wife, I am still a man after all. If I can come in and out of the backyard at will , then the children born after that—whose are they?”

Wu Ming made a look that any man could understand, and Huang Dou immediately snickered obscenely.

"Going off-topic, off-topic." Some words have to be stopped, Wu Ming quickly changed his voice, and continued, "But, I can't say anything more, anyway, the facts are there, the old lady is sure She wanted her niece and granddaughter to give birth to a son for the sheriff the most, but how can a woman do it by herself? This Mrs. Ru can't take it into her stomach, but other women conceive one after another, and then... ...no kids."

Speaking of this, Wu Ming sighed heavily, "The county guard is actually quite pitiful."

"Hey——" Huangdou sighed a few times with a vague understanding, and then, as if to show that he had understood, he said, "My cousin is a girl from the neighboring village who originally wanted to marry, but my cousin forced me to marry you." He asked him to marry his natal cousin, but the cousin couldn't help it, so he married back home, but the two of them couldn't get along at all, they were either quarreling or fighting all day long, and there was no peace."

"Then let's make peace?" Wu Ming said casually.

Huang Dou immediately sighed heavily, "That's a cousin, how can you just reconcile if you just say reconciliation, how can you be a relative in the future?!"

Wu Ming also sighed pretentiously, chatted a few words about the maid of the sheriff's mansion, and finally transferred Huang Dou's curiosity from how the sheriff's wife served the sheriff to how complicated, dark and scary the backyard of the sheriff's mansion was.

The goal was achieved, Wu Ming patted his butt, got up and left.

When he returned to Yan Heng's yard, Yan Heng was discussing something with his subordinates in the main hall of the front yard. Wu Ming didn't bother him, and went straight into the back yard.

Tortoiseshell was sitting at the door of the main room in the backyard, watching the door. When Wu Ming came back, he hurriedly got up to greet him.

Seeing that she looked like she had nothing to do, Wu Ming said casually: "You don't need to stay here with me, go out and play, lunch... just come back before lunch."

"How dare maidservant, the sheriff is here!" Tortoise gave Wu Ming a reproachful look, "By the way, ma'am, maidservant asked Osmanthus fragrans, she is willing to go with you to the sheriff's mansion and continue to be your cook Woolen cloth!"

"Ah, let's forget about it, just pretend I didn't mention it." Wu Ming waved his hand.

"Huh?" Tortoise was taken aback, "You don't want her anymore?"

"You have to sign a deed of sale to enter the county guard's mansion. I can't force Liang to be... ahem...a slave." Wu Ming coughed lightly, trying to hide the embarrassment of using the wrong word, "Tell her, don't let her She thinks so much."

"No." Tortoiseshell reluctantly agreed.

Wu Ming turned around and entered the main room.

It's not too early, it's not too late, there's still some time before lunch, but if it's used for cultivation, it's not enough, and it's easy to be disturbed.

Wu Ming was used to the fulfilling leisure of the later generations, and couldn't bear to pass the time by staring in a daze. Bored, he simply took out the silk cloth and pen and ink, and copied some things from his memory.

Now, he is too lazy to waste energy bargaining with Yan Heng, he will give it to him if he wants, anyway, this world has been messed up by the time-traveling man, according to Yan Heng, the next is likely to be even more chaotic or even chaotic. , then he throws a few small stones in and it won't affect anything.

Wu Ming has always believed in the innocence of the sword. No matter how powerful a weapon is, it must be used by someone to cause harm. Even if there is no such weapon, wars will still break out, armies will still have to fight, and people will still die on the surface of the earth.

As for how Yan Heng uses the things he gave, whether he can use these things to achieve a hegemony, become Xiang Yu or Liu Bang, that is not within the scope of Wu Ming's concern.

Giving with the mentality of longing for something in return is a no-no, because at least 99 times out of a hundred, you will be disappointed, and the recipient of the charity will either regard the charity as a burden, or take it for granted.The probability of repaying kindness with revenge is far greater than the possibility of knowing kindness and repaying it.

If you don't want to be disappointed, then don't expect it at all.

When throwing copper coins into the beggar's bowl, do you still think that he will return you a cornucopia one day?

Wu Ming has this kind of mentality now. He only thinks that he is playing a stand-alone game similar to "Age of Empires". It's just a game, just for entertainment.

Wu Ming sorted out the information in his memory, and drew the flow chart and supporting facilities of the coal washing and high-temperature coking mentioned earlier, and also offered the technology of blast furnace steelmaking. As for whether it can be done, it depends on Will Yan Heng employ people?

After thinking about it, Wu Ming added a leather tanning formula that can see immediate results based on the characteristics of the north.But after writing this recipe, Wu Ming thought of fur from skin, and then thought of nomads who herd sheep for a living, and then... a little bad water came out.

Ever since, when Yan Heng finished his meeting with his subordinates and came back to ask Wu Ming to have lunch with him, what he saw was Wu Ming biting his writing brush, sitting behind the desk with a foolish smirk.

"What good thing are you thinking about?" Yan Heng walked over and pulled the brush out of Wu Ming's mouth.

"Wrong, it's a bad thing." Wu Ming raised his head and said solemnly, "You and the people in the north...the people in the north..."

What is the name of the group of people living in Jilin and Heilongjiang at this moment, they must not be Manchu!

"Hun?" Yan Heng asked suspiciously.

"It's not the Huns... Forget it, the Huns are the Huns." Wu Ming sighed helplessly, "Anyway, I just want to give an example."

When mentioning the alien races in the north, most people think of the Huns.But if you look at the map, you will notice that the scope of activities of the Xiongnu is actually in the northwest, that is, the Inner and Inner Mongolia of later generations, and Saibei and Mobei are often mentioned in novels.And Liaodong is also located in the Northeast Plain, which is actually a certain fishing and hunting people. They are not of the same race as the nomadic Xiongnu, and the two peoples often fight. In terms of hatred, it is better than the farming people in the south—— That is, the later Han Chinese—only more and less.

"You mean Donghu—Tungus?" Yan Heng also understood at this time.

"Whatever it is!" Wu Ming waved his hand, "I just want to ask if you have any business dealings with the people in the north, because I thought of a good business with them."

"What business?" Yan Heng asked curiously.

"Selling stoves." Wu Ming reached out and snatched the brush back. Three strokes and two strokes outlined a cylindrical iron-coal stove. "It's made of iron and burns coal. It can be used for heating and cooking. The northern peoples who settled down."

"Iron?" Yan Heng immediately frowned, "You want me to sell iron to the Huns and Huns?!"

"Selling that kind of iron that is fired from coal—I mean, from coal that has not been desulfurized—the kind of iron that is brittle and weak!" Wu Ming almost threw himself around. Dizzy, "We know that this kind of iron is not easy to use, let alone be used as a weapon, but they don't know. Seeing someone selling an iron stove, they will definitely be willing to pay a high price for it! If he buys it back and honestly uses it as a stove, that's all. If you want to melt into weapons...hehe, it will be a lot of fun!"

Not to mention now, even after hundreds of years, the Han people will not be able to purify the sulfur-containing iron, let alone the group of barbarians in the north who have never acquired relevant skill points?By the time they understand it, the dumb loss has already been eaten up.

Yan Heng was stunned for a while before he understood Wu Ming's meaning, but his brows did not relax, and he continued: "My own army doesn't have enough iron to use, how can I deliberately refine it into scrap iron and sell it to them?"

"That's because you didn't find the iron ore!" Wu Ming threw down the brush, pulled out the iron ore map that he had drawn the day before yesterday from a pile of silk cloth, and threw it at Yan Heng's face, "Look... …Well!"

When smashing it, Wu Ming forgot to inject spiritual power, and he didn't dare to inject spiritual power. As soon as the silk cloth left his hand, it "floated" due to its light weight, dangling...covered Yan Heng's head.

Well, according to the theory that the "face" is just a small piece under the eyelid, he barely hit it.

Wu Ming blinked, then turned to look out the window——

The weather is very nice today!