Yun Nan Wang Fu

  "Father, I've found out that Zhao Xie has left the city."

  Zhao Zongyu only said that and stopped talking. Although he was in charge of contacting those idle rascals, it still had to be his father who decided how to use them and when.

  "Leave the city? I've already returned to the city. And at Muma Monitoring, I solved the thousand-year-old cavalry's hoof problem... Call Zonghui, you can go."

  The King of Junan paused for a moment while speaking, as if he had made some kind of decision.

  When Zhou Fuhe, Han Qi of Jingxi Road, and Pang Ji, who was preparing to enter Beijing for duty, successively wrote special memorials praising Prince E, Zhao Zhen was really overjoyed.

  Then he arbitrarily rewarded...

  Zhao Xi didn't care about these things, he had to cooperate with the director to create what he wanted.

  First, I got 20,000 yuan from the Empress Dowager... The Empress Dowager didn't even ask what it was for.

  This was a bitter pill for Wang Zhongzheng, 20,000 yuan, he had to shoulder it and also send it to the chief craftsman of Jiangzuo.

  Zhao Xi had never handled so much money before, and only now did he discover that what he had thought were all wrong. What silver notes, what silver taels, all nonsense... This... was actually carrying money.

  Actually, there are still silver ingots transactions, and the princess also has silver ingots. It's just that the princess thought he was like his father, who did rewards, so they all gave him copper coins.

  Zhao Xi also instructed Wang Zhongzheng to purchase some saltpeter, sulfur and willow charcoal, as well as crucibles, bamboo chopsticks and other things.

  Being a grandfather has this advantage, basically it's just using your mouth to work.

  ……

  It's been more than three months, and the long-awaited gift was finally delivered to Zhao Xi. To be honest, it took a bit longer than expected, but the item is really exquisite, even better than what Zhao Xi had imagined.

  Red wooden handle, half a foot long bronze tube, or double tube, the gap between the upper and lower tubes just fits through the strip.

  It can be seen that this master has indeed put in a lot of effort. Whether it's the flint or the hammer, including the iron anvil, all are made of good materials.

  "Your Highness, that master craftsman said that if it weren't for the leftover materials in the construction department, these two items alone would be worth at least 30,000 guan..."

  Wang Zhongzheng said this with a tone of disdain. It's just a trifling matter for the prince to have fun, and yet it's worth 30,000 taels? The prince isn't someone who forgets favors, is there really a need to be so exaggerated?

  Daijiang's words, Zhao Xixin. However, as for manpower, just talking about this copper pipe, I estimate that no one knows how much was wasted.

  Zhao Xi didn't know how Da Jiang tested the sand-eye, but Zhao Xi could feel that these two flintlock guns' copper tubes were absolutely no worse than those of later generations.

  Alas... it's basically impossible to promote this at all.

  The lifespan of this thing is uncertain, and it costs a lot of money for each one. Let alone the country is not rich, even if there is spare money, the masters would rather spend all the money on decorations than equip the forbidden army.

  Moreover, nowadays most of the copper cash is almost half lead, and there's no place in our country that produces rich copper.

  "Zhong Zheng, help this king remember that craftsman's name, it will come in handy later."

  Is it useful? The king will still return the favor. Wang Zhongzheng always felt that the master should have given a big discount, 20,000 yuan, just for these two small things...

  What's the little thing?

  Wang Zhongzheng had his own rank and had a separate room, many things that Zhao Xi couldn't do in Ciming Palace were done here.

  He had already prepared gunpowder that was almost indistinguishable from modern times.

  There is no quantitative equipment, and it's just waiting for the return of the fire gun to see the size of the medicine pot.

  Then Wang Zhongzheng had another idea, which was to find a way to get marbles...

  Everything is ready, Zhao Xi felt that it should be fine. It's just that you can't try, this is the inner courtyard... there are too many age restrictions.

  He had thought that with New Year's Day approaching, he could try it out when setting off firecrackers, but as it turned out, during this festival, he didn't have any free time to himself.

  Even if I graduate this year in February...

  It's quite interesting, two Yuan days, two Yuan evenings, this great Song Dynasty really had two Lantern Festival holidays, and two nights of wild revelry on New Year's Eve.

  These no longer interest Zhao Xi.

  No more Yan Shu, no more Ouyang Xiu, and even Fan Zhongyan... Old Fan should go create his "Record of the Yueyang Tower" now.

  It's good that at least I didn't ruin a classic masterpiece.

  It's just become boring on Lantern Festival evening.

  Pang Ji... reminded Zhao Xi of the Bao Gong case. Because on this year's Yuanxiao Night, he finally met the legendary minister Bao Zheng, and naturally thought of this Pang Ji.

  Unfortunately, he is not a Taishi, Bao Zheng is not a black charcoal head, and has never been kicked in the head by a donkey.

  A very refined person, spirited and bright-eyed, with a piercing gaze that seems to bore into those he looks at.

  On the contrary, Pang Jie looks a bit older. Maybe it's because of the northwest wind and sand.

  It is said that Pang Xianggong has been in charge of the northwest affairs, and has made great contributions in the confrontation with Daxia. Not a bit like a treacherous minister, from head to toe, he shows loyalty to the Song Dynasty.

  Besides, Bao Zheng is now just a remonstrance of the Imperial Censorate, while Pang Ji has become an envoy of the Privy Council.

  It's possible for Bao Gong to say a few words on the court, but if he wants to fight with Pang Ji, it's probably not at the same level.

  Pang Ji was already a scholar of the Zhaowen Pavilion, while Bao Zheng had yet to become one of the two direct scholars.

  Zhao Xi is on the Xuan De Men building, can no longer run around like before, and stays in his own fixed position. He learns from his father to watch the officials recite poems and couplets.

  No one will be able to tease Zhao Xi about reciting poetry and couplets anymore.

  Years ago, Wang Ye was already comparable to Da Nuo, now... it's better not to look for trouble and get slapped in the face.

  Zhao Xi looked back and forth at Bao Gong and Pang Ji, unfortunately, she couldn't see any contradictions between them. On the contrary, Bao Gong showed great respect to Pang Ji... it's quite dull.

  Nor does he know who arranged this story for him, giving him such a small mind.

  Fine, boredom is just boredom, but there's still one more time of boredom, and I haven't even tried making a flintlock pistol yet... Zhao Xi felt deeply regretful.

  The second Yuanxiao Festival, the inner court did not hang lanterns and decorate again, and Father also did not summon the officials to ascend the Proclamation Virtue Gate to watch the excitement.

  It's said that Bao Zheng dislikes Old Man Zhao's fortune-telling and is a bit envious, it's also said that the Empress said it's not suitable for luxury... anyway, Zhao Xi thinks this is right, and he can also avoid accompanying his uncles to eat cold wind and stare blankly.

  The inner courtyard was no longer bustling, and Zhao Xi went to bed early as usual...

  "What's going on?"

  Zhao Xi was woken up by a series of loud noises in his dream.

  The noise was too loud, like a battle, and it was very loud in this quiet night.

  "Xier, don't be afraid, Father and Mother are both here."

  At this time, Zhao Xi found that his father and mother had both arrived at his room. It was very strange, what was going on?

  "Saint, you stay with Xi'er, I'll go take a look!"

  "Officer! Don't go out!"

  The girls' voices have all changed...

  "Mother, what's going on? Can Xier know?"

  Zhao Xi looked at Niangniang's expression and behavior, knowing that things were definitely not ordinary. She had never seen Niangniang so flustered before, always being so elegant and composed.

  Never had he yelled at his father like that, not even when he fell off the swing as a child, or when his uncle Cao Fu was impeached.

  But today...

  "Xī ér, it should be the Temple Front Guard making trouble!"

  What's going on! Zhao Xi is also furious! I thought that after all these years, he had spent a lot of money and should have been able to keep this group of people in line, but unexpectedly something like this happened.