Xu Xiangli had expected this result, but expecting it did not mean accepting it. His lips trembled a few times, and he suppressed his grief and asked Yao Yao: "Ah Yao, I have remembered it all."
Yao Yao carefully checked the maps and saw that there were no omissions. He nodded: "Don't worry, Officer Xu, I have written them all down."
Xu Xiangli pursed his lips tightly and put away the map with trembling hands.
This thick pile is the result of ten years of hard work and life of the man lying silently on the kang.
Even if you can't make a crossbow, you should still treat it as a treasure.
After settling the matter, the garrison came in and properly took care of Wang Wu's body, while Xu Xiangli and the others left the warehouse silently.
The sky has turned completely dark, and I can't see my fingers everywhere. I don't know when it started raining, and shiny raindrops fell from the sky.
The rain was pouring down, falling from the sky with great force, and the air was filled with a damp earthy smell.
Yao Yao kept his thoughts in mind and went back to the room on the excuse that he was tired.
She took a deep breath, lit the candle, spread out a piece of paper, tilted her head and thought for a long time, before steadily writing.
The door was pushed open silently, and Han Changmu stepped in. His shoulders were soaked by the raindrops, dyeing them a deep color.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding. Han Changmu leaned against the door and smiled lightly: "I will watch the door, you just draw."
Yao Yao nodded and started writing slowly.
In the heavy rain, the horse's hooves stepped on the muddy ground, making a muffled sound and splashing muddy water.
There were more than a hundred people in this group. The rain washed away the armor on their bodies, and their murderous aura could not be concealed.
The leader was the Turk who had fought against Han Changmu and had his armor split open with his sword.
Surprisingly, he was not killed by the sword, but was slightly injured and looked gloomy.
His amber eyes were extremely deep, turning slightly, looking deeply into the rainy sky.
Although he failed to successfully capture the fifth beacon this time and lost many troops. Only about 110 of the 160 people who came there were left. However, there was no trace of decadence on his face. Instead, he had a kind of The relief of relief.
"General Helu, let's go back like this. What do you want the second prince to do?" A Turkic man with his arms hanging and a wounded face rushed forward. The worry on his face could not be concealed, and the armor on his body was in tatters. Unbearable, the horses bumped and undulated, making clanging noises.
He Lu slightly narrowed his charming eyes and smiled easily: "Gloyer, have you forgotten? Our goal has never been to defeat the Fifth Beacon or bring out the spy, but to Let them believe that the crossbow manufacturing diagram is true."
Groyer nodded, his eyes blurred by the rain. He squeezed his eyes hard to squeeze out the cold rain, and said in a loud voice: "General Helu, tell me, will they believe it?"
He Lu stared into the distance, and seemed to be able to see the Ude Mountain in the far distance, which was their return journey and where their faith lies.
His sinister laughter matched with the sound of rain, like a cold blade, falling on people's hearts: "We have done so much effort, surrounded by large armies, and abandoned chariots and crossbows. Dajing has always wanted to surpass us." My Turkic military strength and the temptation of improved crossbows are too great. Even if they have doubts, they will not be able to help but give it a try. Once they try it, they will never be able to stop."
Groyer nodded convincingly: "What the general said is absolutely true. As long as Emperor Dajing believes in the map, he will spend all his money to build it. It will be too late for them to regret it when they create a pile of waste."
He Lu smiled noncommittally.
The second thing is to create a pile of waste. The most important thing is that Dajing's weapons inspectors are extremely skilled. During the manufacturing process, they will definitely repair and improve the crossbows again. What they plan is not just to waste a lot of money. In Jingguo, he wanted to obtain the crossbow map that had been improved by many skilled craftsmen in Dajing.
This is a plan that kills two birds with one stone, but we can't say it clearly now.
The rain was heavy, and the sound of rain covered up the movement of the group of people, and also covered up the whispers of the two people.
From time to time, a few bolts of lightning fell, illuminating the dark sky.
Han Changmu leaned forward and lit a few more candles, holding them on the desk.
Yao Yao's eyes were so sore that he stretched out his hand to rub them. His eyes were confused for a while, and even tears fell down.
Han Changmu handed over a cup of tea and advised in a cold but gentle voice: "Why don't you take a rest, don't rush at this moment."
Yao Yao took the tea and drank it all in one gulp, shaking his head and saying, "If you rest any longer, you should forget about it."
After saying that, she flicked her wrist and started drawing again.
Han Changmu had nothing to do, so he picked up the pile of drawings and looked through them carefully. The more he looked at them, the more doubtful he became.
After a long time, Yao Yao finally raised his head from the pile of maps, rubbed the sore back of his neck, and wailed deep in his heart.
Drawing pictures and the like are really not something humans do. No wonder there are always people on the Internet who say that the hardest person to serve is Party A, and the hardest person to work with is Party B. The designer is the rat in the bellows. He will be scolded by the customer in the front, and he will be scolded by the customer in the back. Being scolded by the boss.
In this life, no, in the next life, she doesn’t want to draw any more pictures.
Han Changmu looked straight at Yao Yao and said calmly: "Have you finished the painting?"
Yao Yao nodded and sighed: "Yes, the painting is finished."
Han Changmu carefully flipped through the remaining diagrams and sighed: "I didn't expect that building a crossbow would be very expensive. I'm afraid that the diagrams I've worked so hard to draw will be shelved."
"Really? Will it cost a lot of money?" Yao Yao was stunned for a moment.
She just focused on painting, and didn't take the time to look carefully at what she had painted, nor did she calculate how much money it would cost, but she intuitively felt that the so-called crossbow was not just some wood, plus a pile of Ironware? How much money can it cost?
She took the atlas and looked through it carefully, her brows furrowing more and more as she looked at it.
She has not actually made a crossbow, so she has no say in it, but she has made a clip-on crossbow. Although it is a bit more complicated to make, it is not that expensive.
After looking at it for a long time, she raised her head and asked, "Sir, we also made a crossbow ten years ago. Do you know how much it cost to make a crossbow at that time?"
Han Changmu thought for a while and finally shook his head. What happened ten years ago was too far away. Although the original driving crossbow was made, it was completely burned by the Turks before it was put to use. It can be regarded as a great shame and humiliation for Dajing. No one mentioned it in the past ten years, and the matters related to the crossbow were slowly forgotten.
Yao Yao pursed her dry lips and felt a little headache. In her previous life, she was not very good at mathematics. Now that she has traveled to this generation, she can't even make a calculation.
She shook her head and said with a smile: "Sir, I can't calculate it. Look at how much it costs to build a crossbow now."
Han Changmu suddenly laughed. It turned out that Yao Yao, who seemed to be shrewd, was actually a rare fool. He was so confused about money. He smiled faintly and joked in his words: "It's not much, just one year in the Saint's Palace." Rouge, gouache, hairpin, clothes and money."
"..." Yao Yao was speechless.
Then this chariot crossbow must be put on the shelf. We can't make the saint's concubines live in disgrace just for the sake of building a chariot crossbow.
Even saints can’t stand it.
Yao Yao raised her eyes and saw the narrow smile at the corner of Han Changmu's eyes and brows. She was stunned for a moment, and stretched out her hand in a bit of embarrassment: "Sir, as you just said, I have already drawn the map of the two entrances to the courtyard of Tongyifang. Now, here’s the yard.”
Han Changmu choked for a moment, folded the atlas neatly and put them away, and then shouted outside: "Meng Suige, Meng Suige, come in, hurry up."
Meng Suige opened the door in response and looked at each other blankly.
Han Changmu tapped the desk with his finger and said slowly and calmly, "Do you have the house in Tongyifang and the land deed with you?"
Meng Suige was stunned for a moment: "Master, let's go out on errands. Why should I take the land deed with me?"
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows and smiled helplessly at Yao Yao.
Yao Yao narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted: "It seems that the young master is going to default on his debt."
Han Changmu pursed his lips, took the pen and paper, and wrote a contract quickly, signed and stamped it, and handed it to Yao Yao: "Here, I wrote the contract, you sign it, and when you get back to Chang'an City , let’s go to the government office to go through the formalities.”
Yao Yao laughed and signed neatly: "It's written in black and white on a piece of paper. I'm not afraid that the young master will default on his debt."
Meng Suigai finally saw the whole story clearly, grabbed the contract, and shouted: "Sir, this house was just bought, and the furniture and other items were just made. I haven't lived in it for a day yet."
Yao Yao took the contract back with his hands, folded it and stuffed it into his sleeve, and said with a smile: "It's better if you haven't lived here for a day."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yanxuan's voice came from outside: "Is Han Changshi here?"
Meng Suige quickly opened the door and shouted to the next door: "Guard Chen, my young master is here, what can I do for you?"
Chen Yanxuan walked over in the rain with a smile, bringing with him a damp chill: "It's nothing important."
Han Changmu winked at Meng Suigai.
Meng Suige nodded knowingly and smiled with Yao Yao: "A Yao, I just saw the evening meal being set out in the fort. It looks quite rich. Let's go and have a look."
Yao Yao is such a clever person. He has already noticed something unusual in the eyes of Han Changmu and Han Changmu.
She pretended not to know, curled her lips and said, "You just thought of using the evening food now. I'm already starving to death. Let's go and take a look."
It rained heavily, and an oil umbrella covered the big raindrops, and also covered Yao Yao's face. She turned around, her face darkened, and she looked back at the closed door.
It was obvious that Han Changmu and Chen Yanxuan had known each other for a long time.
Judging from Chen Yanxuan's attitude, although they only chatted for a few words, they were quite respectful.
