Weapon fighting refers to serious incidents involving fighting with deadly weapons or even group fights. According to the laws of the Dayu Dynasty, severe cases can be punished with death, but they need to be reviewed.
The news was brought back to the hospital and then spread to Hairpin Flower Courtyard. All the children pursed their lips and looked at Fang Heng.
Fang Laosan glared, "What do you think I'm doing? Although I took my servants to practice martial arts, it was really just martial arts practice and no fighting."
Besides, how can we fight with a few wood-cutting knives that curl their blades every time we hit them?
But others won't think so.
As long as Fang Heng has a weapon in his hand and there are casualties, it is a fight with weapons, a crime that can be jailed or even sentenced to death.
Xu Mo looked solemn and said, "Second brother, where did you buy the woodcutter?"
Zheng Ruqian was startled, "I bought it at the blacksmith shop. I said there are nine people in my family who need to chop wood..."
The Dayu Dynasty had very strict management of iron tools. Wooden knives, kitchen knives, shovels and pickaxes were among the few types of iron tools that could be purchased and taken home after being registered.
Shovels and pickaxes are necessities for farming, while wood chopping knives and kitchen knives are necessities for eating.
Of course, the most important thing is that their quality is average.
The woodchopping knife is sharp, but only for wood. If you replace it with human bones, or an equally sharp woodchopping knife, if the two are paired against each other, the result will be both curled blades.
The sharp blades that can appear on the battlefield usually have an extremely broad back, a sharp mouth, and a thick and strong body, so that they can pierce the enemy's armor and clank against each other as before.
Like a woodcutter, if it encounters danger, it will end up being scrapped.
That's why Fang Heng got angry and chased Zheng Ruqian for two streets with a woodcutter.
"What the eldest brother means is that the second brother's purchase of wood knives was known to Governor He. Will he make a fuss about it?" Chang Yan stood up and hit the nail on the head.
Xu Mo nodded slightly.
A group of people focused on Fang Laosan again.
"Then let's throw away the woodcutter?" Fang Heng said with a look of reluctance.
Although I dislike the woodcutter, it is a knife after all. As long as you take care of it and use it carefully, the feel will never be as good as a long stick.
"We can throw away this batch of wood-chopping knives, but we can't be without knives forever." Fang Heng said solemnly.
A good weapon can double or quadruple the power of the original skill.
The woodcutter is already the next best thing. If you get back the long stick, the six months of training will be almost equivalent to scrapping.
What's more, if Sheriff He wanted to make a fuss with the knife, they would throw away the knife.
One day Governor He wants to make a fuss about the workshop, will they lose it?
Or, abandon your loved ones?
"Don't throw away the knife." Xu Mo concluded with a sonorous tone.
Fang Heng breathed a long sigh of relief, but soon said worriedly, "If you don't throw away the knife, what if you fall into Governor He's trap?"
Xu Mo said nothing and focused on Chang Yan.
Although I don't know the origin of the fifth brother, this kid is very familiar with intrigues and intrigues, so it is right to ask him.
"Well..." Chang Yan pondered for a while, "Don't throw away the knife, don't care about anything, just continue living."
All the children in Hairpin Flower Courtyard were stunned.
Jiang Sheng was the youngest. Although he was a little confused, he couldn't help but asked, "What will the third brother do if he encounters a trap? Do we not care about the third brother?"
How can it be.
Chang Yan raised the corner of his mouth like a little fox, "Brother, go ask Brother Fufeng for nine knives, but they must be unedged ones, preferably similar in appearance to woodchopping knives."
Only those who use a sharp edge are called fighting with weapons, while those who don't use a sharp edge are called group fights at best.
Xu Mo had an epiphany.
But he was still a little confused, "You have been in and out of Wang's house a lot recently, why don't you just mention it to Fufeng? Why do you need me to go out of your way to find it?"
Chang Yan tilted his head and smiled, but did not answer.
In this world, doing things openly will definitely leave traces. For example, when Zheng Ruqian buys a knife, he must have registered it at the Yamen.
But some things still have to be done quietly.
For example, when Wen Xiaosi opened a medical clinic, it was completely separated from the Hairpin Flower Courtyard. Every day he entered the medical clinic without being noticed, and then evadedly returned to the Hairpin Flower Courtyard.
Another example is the nine unedged long knives I bought from Wang Fufeng and touched them quietly without anyone noticing.
Normally, Fang Heng would lead his servants to use woodcutter.
Occasionally, when he reveals his weight more deeply, he quietly becomes familiar with the weight of the long bladeless knife.
I lived peacefully like this for more than half a month.
The beans in Xieyang County are in good condition, neither old nor tender, and are ready to be put into the pot to dry.
Zheng Ruqian himself wanted to make it in Xieyang County and then ship it to various places, but he was opposed by all the brothers and sisters in Hairpin Flower Courtyard.
Especially little Jiang Sheng, who put her hands on her hips and yelled, "Second brother, you are so stupid. The workshop in Fucheng only makes ten pounds of sausages every day. My aunts are so busy eating melon seeds. Can't you just pull the beans into the workshop to dry?" Is it possible to open a workshop in Xieyang County?"
Besides, the tariff for fresh beans into Fucheng is only a few dollars, but how much is the tariff for dried beans into Fucheng?
Comparing the two, Zheng Ruqian was defeated and asked Pang Pangshan to take his brothers to transport the beans to the Fucheng workshop.
The only thing you need to pay attention to now is how to preserve the fresh beans for five days.
This is not difficult.
Zhang Xianglian stood up and said, "I didn't go to the town often before. Every once in a while, I had to buy three or five days' worth of vegetables. These beans only need to be wrapped tightly in discarded paper and they can be stored for at least five days."
Otherwise, common sense in life is more important than anything else.
Zheng Ruqian put his heart back in his stomach, asked Xu Mo to collect some waste paper from the school, and officially started the delivery of beans. Even Wang Xiaosong joined in, running around happily.
They all seemed to have forgotten that there was also a county guard who was eyeing them covetously.
Fortunately, Xu Mo and Chang Yan were increasingly vigilant.
As the saying goes, there is always calm before the rainstorm.
You can't relax just because of the short-term peace. Instead, you have to worry more and more, and the storm will come more violently.
The end of August is the hottest time of the year.
Xu Mo was taking classes at the government school, Wen Zhiyun went to the medical clinic to check his pulse, Zheng Ruqian was delivering goods everywhere, and even Chang Yan went to Wang's house to help with matters.
Only Fang Heng, his servants, and Jiang Sheng were busy in the hairpin courtyard.
During this time, the rottenness of the bacon could no longer be saved by fanning it. Xiao Jiang Sheng stomped his feet and simply stopped making sausages and concentrated on drying the beans.
She also helped weigh the beans and check the dryness of the beans. She was very busy when suddenly there was a tinkling sound outside.
It seemed like some people were fighting, some were yelling, and some were even screaming.
Jiang Sheng was startled, and when he came out of the workshop, he saw Fang Heng frowning and going to check.
"Third brother, don't go." The little girl's heart was throbbing for no reason, and she quickly reached out to stop her, "Don't go."
Fang Heng paused and hesitated.
Assuming that there is a trap outside, they can't go, so of course they won't go.
But at this moment, Chang Yan’s shrill cry came from the door of the small courtyard, “Third brother…”
