Yang He took some money, checked the house, and then led his horse out of the store.

The three guys sent him out, and the neighbor next to him said curiously: "Is Yang Langjun going to go far?"

Yang He bowed, "The one that doesn't buy goods said it's going to raise prices, but I'm a small business and I don't make much money every year, just enough to support these three guys, plus my family." He looked helpless, "This is a price increase, I don't care. The price of cloth in the north increases, so I'll go to the south and find a cheap and good-quality family again."

The neighbor was surprised, "I haven't heard of the price increase in cloth?"

Yang He smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed, "That family is big, and when you say the price increases, there is no other company in the north who dares to sell it to me."

The neighbor said sympathetically: "This is to suppress others with power! It's so domineering."

"Who said no?" Yang He bowed, and then explained to the three friends: "I'm going there for at least half a year. You can wait for a good life to watch the business. If you find something wrong when I come back, I will beat you halfway and then send it to the official."

Three tasks are fulfilled.

Yang He then left the East City and left the city.

He walked slowly, looking at the walls on both sides and the eaves beyond the walls, with more sentimentality in his eyes, "This time... I won't think about going back to Chang'an within ten years."

It was just someone's plan to kill Zheng Yuandong. Although others had some objections, they just laughed it off.

"I thought it was just an aide, so what else could I do to be prepared for? But I didn't expect that Zheng Yuandong...this matter is wrong!"

Yang He felt it was strange, "Why didn't Zheng Yuandong be killed? Why didn't Changsun Wuji take action?"

"No, the person who doesn't do him is staring at me."

Yang He turned around nervously and looked at him, "Yes, after Changsun Wuji captured those two, he would definitely torture and question. They didn't know where I came from, so they would definitely want to capture me..."

After leaving the city, he went around to a secluded place to change into a dress, smeared his face a little bit, and said proudly: "They thought I was going to the south, but who would know that I was going to the north?"

He bypassed Chang'an City and headed north.

More than ten miles away from Chang'an City, Yang He turned around and looked at it, and no one followed him. He couldn't help but take out his wine bag happily, raised his head and took a big sip, and almost sighed, "Those people should be chased out now, right? Let's go all the way!"

A ride came ahead.

Yang He took a look and found that it was a young man who was eating big cakes on the horse's back. The young man had good riding skills, with a big cake in his right hand and a few cloves of garlic in his left hand. He took a bite of garlic with a bite of garlic.

Seeing that he was eating voraciously, Yang He was a little envious.

His appetite was not good and he didn't even eat breakfast.

The young man ate the big cake in a few bites, burped, looked at Yang He, and suddenly smiled, "Yang He?"

Yang He's face was pale. Just as he was about to touch the knife, the young man reached out and easily grabbed him.

"Catch it alive!"

The young man said proudly: "Second brother, look, is this a life-long capture?"

Someone behind Yang He cursed: "It's not so easy to capture the horse alive. If those fierce generals exert their strength, they will be able to take you off the horse back. There are some means here to grab his waist and back. If you pull it hard, others will lie down. If you can't lie down, do you understand?"

"Then I'll try!"

The young man captured Yang He again, "You struggle, hurry up, otherwise I will kill you later!"

Yang He wanted to cry, so he had to struggle hard.

But the young man grabbed his back, and his struggle was like shrimps, which was useless at all.

"Huh!" the young man said happily: "Second brother, that's really true!"

"What am I lie to you?"

While they were talking, the two entered the forest on the side.

As I walked in, the forest was gloomy.

"I had fought here back then, and more than a thousand people died inside. Legend has it that every night, you can hear howls here."

Yang He felt weak all over and hissed, "Why do you two take me? I'm just a businessman, asking for money... I brought a few dollars of silver with me..."

When the bag was opened, there were indeed a few dollars of silver and a string of copper coins.

"Where are you going?"

Xu Xiaoyu stared at him and asked, taking out a small box from his baggage, and opened it, and it was full of strange things.

"I...I'll go buy the goods."

"What goods are you buying?" Wang Laoer stared at him and suddenly asked, "Zheng Yuandong is here."

In an instant, Yang He looked dissatisfied, "Who is Zheng Yuandong?"

"It's too late!"

Wang Laoer reached out and took out a hook, hooked Yang He's cheek, "The dogs from Shandong clans are about to leave their nests. I will send you, a little fish, to test first. Which one is from the talk?"

"ah!"

"You shout, shout hard, there are no ghosts here."

"Second brother, there's it! I saw a headless corpse standing behind him, pinching his neck."

"I said I said..." Yang He collapsed.

Later, Wang Laoer looked cold and said, "Don't blame me."

Yang He struggled wildly, "I said everything, I said everything, you should let me go, please."

Wang Laoer said lightly: "If you let you go, your husband will be in danger. Little fish!"

A knife light flashed.

Yang He fell to the ground and gasped, feeling that life was passing by.

"Take his money away."

"Second brother, I know that even if someone discovers this, he will think it is a robbery of wealth."

"Yes, he said he was going to purchase goods, so he would definitely bring money with him, and his wealth would not be revealed! Let's go!"

...

Xu Xiaoyu went outside the imperial city to ask for a meeting.

"Langjun, then Yang He is indeed theirs."

"knew."

Jia Ping'an was a little excited.

The Shandong family is about to intervene, which means the decline of Changsun Wuji and his gang...

The weather is so good...

Jia Ping'an wants to run away again.

"Marquis Wuyang!"

A general is here, "Lu Gong looks for you."

Jia Ping'an went to Zuowei.

Cheng Zhijie happened to come out, "Let's go outside the city to take a look."

"What do you see?"

The spring is bright, shouldn’t it be a fun trip?

"I got new gunpowder over there and went to see it."

Jia Ping'an was delighted and left Chang'an City later, and a group of old coaches were already there.

...

For safety, the Ministry of Industry put the gunpowder test in a certain valley this time.

The valley is not narrow, and a clearing is just right for testing.

More than a dozen craftsmen are digging holes.

There are new-style gunpowder piled up on several large trucks next to it.

Sun Qizheng, a doctor at the Ministry of Works, looked at this scene with his hands behind his back, and was extremely happy. "I will wait for the old coaches to see it later. If I am satisfied, my Ministry of Works will be the top priority."

Qin Song, a member of the Ministry of Works, smiled and said, "Yes! But Doctor Sun, those craftsmen have made a lot of efforts, and the officials feel that... they should bring them with them when they receive merit."

Sun Qizheng's eyes were filled with gloom, and Qin Songwu didn't notice it. "In recent years, the craftsmen rushed forward and followed up, which was no different from those soldiers on the battlefield. The officials felt that they should reward them, but no, the first contribution should be theirs."

"The craftsmen have made merits." Sun Qizheng made Qin Song laugh as soon as he spoke, but he changed his mind, "Craftsmen should be working. According to your words, all the soldiers in the army have made meritorious service, and all the generals are decorations?"

"This..." Qin Song felt that this made sense, but something was wrong. "The Ministry of Works is not a military member, let's talk about it... let's talk about it..."

"What else?" Sun Qizheng said coldly: "There is no need to say much about this matter, I will consider it."

Qin Song knew what this said, "Dr. Sun, yes...but the gunpowder is made by the craftsmen, it has nothing to do with us!"

The little official next to him looked confused.

What does it mean?

According to you, the credit is all the craftsmen, and everyone is getting a small credit.
To be continued...