Xing Honglang frowned: "If no one is allowed to touch gunpowder, what about gunpowder making?"
The shift craftsman whispered: "The gunpowder maker can still be contacted. As long as he doesn't have gunpowder in his hand, it's okay to go shopping and take a walk, but he can't leave the city. There have been too many residents and craftsmen on the run in recent years. The officials were afraid of gunpowder and fled, so they were watched closely."
Xing Honglang understood now: "If you can't touch gunpowder, you can't get out of the workshop, but you can't get out of the city, right?
The shift worker nodded: "Yes!"
"Very good, I understand." Xing Honglang took out another piece of broken silver and placed it in his hand: "Do you still want to make money?"
The shift worker nodded sharply: "I do, I really do."
Xing Honglang took out a five-liang ingot of good silver and waved it in front of him: "Please bring the gunpowder maker out of the workshop and meet me. This ingot of silver will be yours."
The shift worker was overjoyed: "It's such a small thing, why do you give me so much money? Sister, don't take your word for granted."
Xing Honglang sneered: "Do you think I'm acting like a person who doesn't mean what he says? Let me tell you, any person who doesn't mean what he says is met by me, and I will stab him one after another and send him to see the Lord of Hell."
These words were fierce enough, but they made the shift worker feel at ease: "Okay, sister, you go to the teahouse in the corner in front and wait for a while. I'll go get the gunpowder maker out and have a drink."
He turned to leave, but Xing Honglang suddenly stopped him: "By the way, what kind of craftsman are you?"
The shift maker scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'm a lampmaker, a useless piece of trash."
Xing Honglang understood: "Oh? He's a lamp maker."
During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Chang'an was prosperous, and the streets were full of entertainment and entertainment. Lamp makers were really good craftsmen, with a lot of work to do.
But now, Chang'an has been renamed Xi'an, and it no longer looks like it was in the prosperous times. Instead, it looks like the end of the world, as dark and heavy, and the lampmaker has been lonely for a long time.
Xing Honglang whispered: "Want to go out and make more money?"
The lampmaker shook his head: "Where did I get this ability from?"
Xing Honglang brushed the floor and threw him another piece of silver: "Take it and pay for the craftsmanship for the next ten years, and then follow me. I will take you to the lively and prosperous world of flowers and earn a lot of money."
The lampmaker was overjoyed: "Sister, wait for me in the teahouse. I'll hand over the money to the craftsman, and then invite the gunpowder maker. I'll let you go and have a try."
Xing Honglang went to the teahouse, sat down, and drank tea one sip after another.
After a while, the lampmaker actually brought a man over. He looked to be in his thirties, with tattered clothes and wrinkles on his face. It seemed that this man was a gunpowder maker.
When they arrived at the teahouse, the two of them found a table and sat down.
Gunpowder looked curious: "Brother, you suddenly made a fortune somewhere, and you actually paid ten years of craftsman's money in one go. Congratulations, you will be happy in the next ten years. Alas, you still have You have the money to treat me to tea, that’s really cool.”
The lampmaker spread his hands: "I brought you here to meet someone."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xing Honglang sat down next to the two of them with a "bump". She was very big, and the bench almost collapsed when she sat down. She made a creaking sound, which scared Gunpowder almost backwards. Jump away.
It wasn't until he saw that it was a woman that he relaxed a little.
Xing Honglang had a green forest aura, and he didn't mince words when he spoke. He said directly: "Brother, do you make gunpowder?"
The gunpowder maker saw that this woman was not an ordinary person and could not afford to offend her, so he quickly said: "The villain's name is Xu Dafu, and he is a gunpowder maker."
"How is your life?" Xing Honglang asked, "Do you have enough to eat and warm clothes?"
This is a stab at the beginning!
Xu Dafu froze, with a sad expression on his face.
"Do you want to run away?"
Xu Dafu was startled, a flash of vigilance quickly flashed in his eyes, he lowered his head and said: "I don't want to escape, the villain has never thought of escaping, I just want to be a gunpowder worker in peace and contribute to the government.
Xing Honglang was happy. He had been walking in the world for a long time. A subtle change in his expression could never escape Xing Honglang's eyes. This man obviously wanted to escape, but he would not show his will to anyone casually. Real thoughts.
He was afraid that he was a member of the government, sent to test him!
If he said he wanted to escape, he might be dragged back and beaten immediately.
Xing Honglang: "To tell you the truth, I am not a serious person."
These words startled Xu Dafu again. The lampmaker was actually also startled, but he had already guessed that it was better than Xu Dafu.
Xing Honglang: "I am a salt seller, and I carry a knife and resist arrest."
If you carry a knife and resist arrest, then you are no longer an ordinary small private salt dealer, but a "salt lord". This is a big deal, and you will kill people without batting an eyelid.
The two craftsmen were very frightened.
Xing Honglang: “I’m telling you this, I just want to say that I’m not from the government, so you don’t have to be afraid, you can speak your true thoughts.
Xu Dafu has been timid and cautious all his life. How could he be so gullible? People who are not timid and not cautious enough can't do this job with gunpowder. They have been killed long ago because of their carelessness.
He shook his head: "I really don't want to escape.
Xing Honglang: "Okay! Got it, come with me and take you to have fun."
She stood up and walked away.
The two craftsmen looked at each other behind their backs, gave each other questioning looks, and then followed timidly.
Xing Honglang was right. Although they couldn't believe her, they didn't want to miss the opportunity to turn over, and they had to follow up on this matter.
Xing Honglang led the two of them to turn left and right, and soon they arrived at the market, and then went to the corner of the market. Her thirty-eight subordinates were clearing out the goods here. Snow-white good salt was being used with less than official salt. For sale at 20% price.
As soon as Xing Honglang passed by, he asked: "How is our salt sales going?"
One of his subordinates laughed and said: “It’s almost empty!
Xing Honglang nodded: "Very good."
She turned her head and said to the two craftsmen: "Did you see it? What do I do?"
The two craftsmen looked at each other again. Xu Dafu suddenly let out a puff and knelt down straight: "Please help me to escape from Xi'an. I can't survive a day now."
Xing Honglang chuckled: "I'm just waiting for your words."
Xu Dafu: "The city gate is very tightly guarded, and it's difficult for villains to get out. I wonder what good female heroes can do?"
"Death!" Xing Honglang chuckled: "If you die, you can get out."
Xu Dafu was shocked: "Huh?"
Xing Honglang said: "With so many refugees in the city, it is not difficult to find a starved corpse. Tonight we will fake a robbery and murder. You, Xu Dafu, was killed by thieves in an alley, and your face was chopped into pieces... ..understand?"
Xu Dafu suddenly realized: "I understand, I understand everything."
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