A big man leaning under the tree smiled and said, "But this recipe is so easy, I really admire my brother's magic tricks. I think even Zhuge Liang and Zhang Liang from ancient times may not be able to catch up with the elder brother. Just talk about the key in the magistrate's hand. I don't know what the elder brother taught the ninth brother how he could stole it from the magistrate's tightly managed government office."

The servant sitting on the railing, looking slutty, smiled and said, "It's nothing to say it's open. My elder brother sneaked into the kitchen of the prefect's house during the day and gave the priest a little laxative to the dishes he ate. When the prefect was anxious to go to the toilet, he would always give the key to the servant who was serving at the door without thinking. He gave the servant some psychedelic drugs and let him sleep aside. Let me stand aside as a servant, and the key will naturally be captured."

He smiled again and said, "Thirteenth sister is really a good idea. If you expose the two pieces of flesh on your chest to the military master, you will naturally get the key."

A coquettish woman dressed up and cursed, "You don't know how to be a good person, how many men in the world can really resist the temptation of these four taels of meat?"

An old man sitting in a half-break hut suddenly stood up and said, "Those words are enough. Are there any weaknesses in life? Without weaknesses, that is a saint. Then again, if everyone in the world is a saint, will we still have a way out for shackles? Since we have succeeded, don't disclose the passage in the middle any more casually. If the passing cat and dog listen to it and reveal the secret, wouldn't it be a disaster for the words?"

The fat man smiled and said, "Brother is joking. There is not necessarily a ghost in this vegetable garden on weekdays. How could anyone pass by and hear it?"

The old man closed his eyes and sighed, "You always don't take what I say seriously on weekdays. You must know that you are lazy when you step into the world. There is also a mountain high. If others don't say it, just say it in Changsha City..."

He stopped halfway through his words, and everyone immediately became alert.

The old man heard it briefly and waved his hand: "It might be better, there are only two people who come, and the third one comes with the guests."

After that, I saw a monk You Fang coming with a neatly dressed soldier.

The old man was slightly surprised: "Are you just wearing this outfit and traveling around Changsha City?"

The soldier smiled and said, "This is called dark under the lamp. Now the southerners are mobilizing their troops and horses everywhere, and they are also in chaos. Now there are more than a dozen troops in Changsha City, and even the soldiers guarding the city cannot tell clearly. In this outfit, it is most convenient to enter and exit Changsha City. Needless to say more, I heard that Changsha Mansion has found a gunpowder formula?"

The monk Youfang smiled and said, "Thank you for our Kuaishou scholars. According to your instructions, we stole the recipe and copied it immediately. Then we secretly put the original in the garden while Lai Wengong's family was out and handed the blame to him. But we still have a copy of it here."

The soldier laughed and said, "Then Lai Wengong is ungrateful. He has been fighting against the north for so many years. This time he asked him to suffer a lot. What about the recipe?"

He said as he raised the bag in his hand: "I have brought you a lot of what you want."

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Third brother, please check it first."

"Take a slow start." The sergeant shouted: "Since the head of the family doesn't believe me, I can't help but take a precaution. I want to look at the recipe first!"

The old man sneered: "Do you think I'm an idiot? If you remember the recipe carefully, it will be worthless." Then he took out a small package from his arms, opened it, took out a book, carefully tear off a page from it, and handed it to the big man beside him for the sergeant to check it out.

"This is the last page of the method of making gunpowder. You can take it to see if it is the real one."

The sergeant took the page to check it, which stated, "... Then he screened the particles, took the same size as the top, sifted it with a fine eye, and discarded the powder." Although he couldn't understand it, he could roughly tell that it was indeed preparing the drug.

He hesitated for a moment and spread the package in his hand, which contained a hundred neatly tidied certificates.

The certificate of vassal is a certificate used by the government to prove that monks and nuns become monks. Because monks and nuns are monks and do not have to take on taxes and labors borne by ordinary people, becoming family members was one of the best ways for poor people and displaced people who could not survive at that time.

But monks also have costs. They must pay a certain fee to obtain this certificate of tribute from the government as a symbol of their status as a monk. Seeing that this fee is profitable, the government also prints a certain number of certificates every year and sells them for profit.

It then evolved into the state using this kind of quotation as a kind of funds and allocated it to local prefectures and counties for sale, and local prefectures and counties also used it as a cheap payment tool. The quotation was circulated on the market and became a substantial currency.

"One hundred certificates of tribute, each price is eleven taels of silver." The sergeant said: "When the recipe reaches the north, we will naturally pay the remaining ten thousand coins."

The old man laughed: "Look, you are a person who has been in the world for a long time, and you must understand the rules. How can you still have credit for doing our business?"

The soldier also responded with the same smile: "The reason I say this is for your future. The Khan will lead his troops to the Southern Dynasty soon. Do you think you can be a shackle in the city with a fair and mediocre attitude? Today, I will give you a chance to serve the Khan, which can be used as a rank of advancement to the Khan, so that you, the thief who live in the pursuit of officials every day, will officially become officials with status in the Great Mongolian Kingdom? Isn't this prospect more valuable than just ten thousand tills?"

Every time he said a word, everyone's eyes became more energetic. Being able to obtain a military mission was a surprise like a tyrant who was born in the thief.

The middle-aged man who was single-eyed jumped up and said loudly: "Are you saying it seriously?"

The sergeant nodded: "How could there be a false promise from Dahan himself?"

The fat man also said excitedly: "Brother, since that's the case, let's hand over the recipe to this gentleman!"

The old man asked calmly: "What evidence do you have to say these words?"

"There is no evidence." The soldier replied calmly, "But what can you suffer? Now you have a thousand taels of silver in your hand. No one will buy this thing at a high price except the north. Isn't it the best choice to wait for the news sent back from the north here to be at ease?"

The old man snorted, and this guy was approaching a threatening tone. Although this recipe was stolen with a lot of effort, there was indeed no good buyer except the Mongolians. Even if someone wanted it, it was mostly used to seek credit from the government or bargain with the north.

However, with these hundred certificates of merit, it is indeed not a waste of planning such a good match.

He stood up, pulled out a short knife from his waist, and said, "Since that's the case, let's trade it now after dealing with the three thieves after the broken wall!"

His words were shocked by more than 20 people in the garden and three people behind the broken wall.

Zheng Yunming's first intuition immediately pulled out the sword in his hand and looked behind him. Sure enough, several masked men had already surrounded them with weapons in a semicircular shape.

Song Ci pulled out the sword from his waist, and Gu Qi lit out the short spear hidden in his sleeve with a bang. The three of them stood back to back and slowly retreated into the garden.

When the soldier saw Zheng Yunming, he was shocked and shouted happily: "We are in great luck today! Do you know who this young man holding a sword is? It is Zheng Yunming, a famous general in Jing'e who offered a reward of 30,000 yuan to ask for his head! Everyone, wealth is right in front of you!"

The old man was shocked: "What? Do you think this person is the deputy governor?"

He rushed back and shouted, "The wind is tight, retreat!" He said, and jumped to escape towards the street.

The idea of ​​shackles is slightly different from that of shackles. shackles often require certain special tasks, so sometimes they have to risk their lives to fight against the enemy. The consideration of shackles is absolute safety first. When they are sure to get rid of the other party and never leave any troubles, they will consider solving the problem by force. Once they find that using force will cause trouble for themselves, they will not fight no matter what, but will choose to escape.

When the thief found the three people behind the broken wall, he thought that at most they were constables from the yamen or passers-by who had just discovered his whereabouts, so he arranged for people to kill the three people and throw the bodies into the well. However, when he found that he was facing a commander from Jinghu, although he didn't know how the commander sneaked into here, the intuition of the thief that he had developed over the years told him that danger was imminent.

The old man's intuition was not wrong at all, but it was already a little too late. Before he could run a few steps, he suddenly shouted in unison from all directions, and countless people rushed towards the vegetable garden from all directions.

These people were holding sticks and short knives in their hands, and their clothes were different in color, but the same thing was that there was a camellia on their chests. The crowd surrounded the vegetable garden and shouted loudly. No one knew which end they were helping.

Zheng Yunming whispered to Gu Zhi and said, "What's going on?"

"I said that you must use some local power in this Changsha city." Gu Qi shouted loudly: "Brothers! This group is the shackles who steal gunpowder formulas and frame the owner of the manor! The spy wearing a military cloth shirt is the Mongol spy! They are now preparing to trade gunpowder formulas and offer them to the Tartars!"
Chapter completed!