There are not many pedestrians in the streets of Chang'an City, but there is not as bustling and bustling outside the city walls. There is a unique kind of deep and distant ancient city. There are tall warehouses everywhere, storing grain, cloth, spices, porcelain, jade, tea and other goods. Occasionally, a team of carriages parked on the street, and the porters wore white towels on their shoulders, carrying packaged goods, sometimes unloading the goods from the carriages, and sometimes loading the goods from the warehouse onto the carriages. Even in the cool weather in early October, these porters were still sweating profusely.

Outside the city, there are Wei, Jing, Feng, Lao, Huai, Huai, Huai and Ba waters surround Chang'an. The forests of Guanzhong in Longyou are surrounded by trees, reducing the sand content of the river. The Prime Minister's Mansion also organizes people to dig out old silt at the bottom of the river and sell it to nearby farmers to replenish the ground. The canal transport channels were originally mostly silted at the end of the Tang Dynasty, but the Prime Minister's Mansion used the civilian power of Guanzhong to clear it again. Now there are docks everywhere outside the city of Chang'an, especially the Guangyuntan wharf, which can be used at the same time at the same time. The goods transported by various places through the water are replaced by large trucks at the wharf and transported into the granaries in Chang'an City, and then the needed goods are taken out from the granaries, loaded onto the canal ships, or transported to Dunhuang in a convoy of horses and carriages, and then replaced the camel carriage in front of Yumen Pass, embarking on a arduous and distant journey.

Zhao Xingde and Li Ruoxue came to a place that looked like a hotel in Bianjing. They saw many merchants coming and going. They looked curiously, but saw a notice posted on two screen walls at the door. One of them said the two big words "reward" was written on it. The notice means that the Ordnance Department of the General's Mansion is now testing the artillery. Whether it is Xia State or foreigners, while keeping the power of the artillery unchanged, each candidate can reduce the weight of the artillery, and if there is no problem in repeated manufacturing according to his method, he will reward the same weight of gold. In addition, every time the Ordnance Department casts an artillery, according to the proportion of the weight reduced by the front and rear, the price of the artillery will be handed over 30% of the artillery price to the applicants according to the rules of paying apprenticeship.

Several merchants from Xia Kingdom were also reading the notice. One merchant said, "One pound is 16 taels, and one pound of gold is about 160 taels of silver. The cannons can often reach thousands of kilograms. If the weight of a thousand kilograms of cannon can be reduced by 300 kilograms, then you can get a reward of 300 kilograms of gold, equivalent to 48,000 kilograms of silver. If you do the same and reduce the weight of all types of cannons, then the reward will be hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. The Ordnance Department

Is it because he has too much money to get hot and burn his hands." His mental arithmetic was admirable, but another businessman next to him said, "Do you think this money is easy to make? The essence of artillery casting in the world is the Chinese Arsenal Department. It is not so easy to surpass what they cast. Even if the cannon is not cast with copper, it only uses iron. Every time you try to build one, the cost will be significant. If you fail a few more times, you will have to pay for your wealth."

A middle-aged man also stood in front of Bangwen. His face was a little swollen, and there were a few stains on the hem of his robe. The words of the merchant behind him made his pupils shrink, and he took his eyes back from Bangwen and murmured: "Forget it, the result that people can see at a glance, but I am obsessed with greed and thought that I was more talented than others, and I deserved it." He turned around and walked out with a dejected head, walked not far from Zhao Xingde, and suddenly pulled out a short knife in his arms. Zhao Xingde was shocked and hurriedly blocked Li Ruoxue behind him.

The clinker did not commit a crime, but stabbed the short knife to the left chest, and actually wanted to commit suicide. Zhao Xingde took a step forward. Before he could snatch the dagger, he pushed the man with his arms. The man staggered to the ground and the short knife fell out. He was determined to die. Since he had no time to care about who pushed him, he stood up and knocked him down toward the pillar. Several people around him hugged him in the waist. The man looked crazy.

Dysfunction, shouting loudly, "What are you doing to stop me? I don't owe you money." The merchants advised him, "Brother, I have lost the money in the coupon market, and I have gone to the end." "I saw that the one who carried the bag across the street had lost all his wealth, and I lost all his wealth. Now I am living a good life." "I have to stay with the green mountains and have a chance to make a comeback." After struggling for a while, the man used up his strength and sat on the ground with gasps.

The merchants gradually dispersed, but Zhao Xingde and Li Ruoxue stopped from afar to watch. Seeing his eyes showing determination, they touched the knife that fell to the ground. Zhao Xingde looked at Li Ruoxue's pity, sighed, and said in a deep voice: "Friend, life is short, why bother to die?" He walked forward and stepped onto the dagger.

The man raised his head and stared at Zhao Xingde viciously, and shouted, "Although I, Chunyu Zhen, am down, I don't want you to be pitiful." After saying that, he pushed Zhao Xingde's legs with one hand and tried his best to pull out the dagger. Zhao Xingde practiced martial arts every day, and in order to practice riding, he deliberately strengthened the strength of his waist and legs in order to practice riding. When he stepped on the dagger, he was as heavy as Mount Tai. The man used all his strength and could not shake it at all.

Just when the two were in a stalemate, Shi Wenhu was accompanying Qiu Shiliang out of the ticket market and shouting: "Zhao De, what's going on?"

Chunyu Zhen recognized the captain's outfit and immediately stopped his hand, but he still sat on the ground, looking like a silly. Zhao Xingde smiled awkwardly and said, "This friend may be inappropriate in business and has a desire to be tired of the world. I will persuade him here." He said it relaxed, and his feet were still firmly on the dagger, for fear that Chunyu Zhen would suddenly steal the knife and commit suicide.

Shi Wenhu laughed and said, "This kind of persuasion is similar to my Guanxi soldiers." Zhao Xingde bowed and said, "This brother is just a moment of inability to think about it. When he suddenly repents, he will definitely be extremely scared of his actions."

The soldier of Xia State, Chongyi, looked down on the suicidal self-deprecating man when he was frustrated. Qiu Shiliang glanced at Chunyu, who was sank on the ground in a daze, and said to Zhao Xingde with a smile: "Are you here to visit the ticket market in Chang'an?" He paused and said with a smile: "Young people should still get down to earth to get their future. Play with these things, but they can subsidize some money for pension." After that, he took Shi Wenhu to do something else, and didn't even look at Chunyu Zhen underground. According to his concept, there are not more cowards who seek death, and no less.

Zhao Xingde looked at Chunyu Zhen on the ground, then looked at Li Ruoxue's somewhat unbearable eyes, sighed again, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, I just promised my friend that I would persuade you, it's hard to talk here, so I'll go to the restaurant and eat and drink first." After that, he pointed to a store in front of him carrying a wine curtain.

Maybe it was the fingers of the people entering and leaving the ticket market that made Chunyu Zhen feel uncomfortable. Maybe he wanted to have a good meal before he died. After hearing Zhao Xingde's words, he did not refuse, and stood up and patted the soil on his body. Zhao Xingde picked up the dagger under his feet, weighed it in his hand, and there was a slight drop. He looked at the carbon pattern on the dagger, and couldn't help but praise it secretly, "Are you a good knife?" He stretched his hand to him and said in a deep voice: "Get the scabbard." Chunyu Zhen is a person who wants to die, so how could he care about the gains and losses of a knife? He was stunned and sighed, and called the scabbard in his arms to Zhao Xingde, sighing: "This precious sword can pierce the transparent light armor, even if it is to repay your life-saving grace."
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