This is Puda's study, there is no one else.
This is a secret between the two of them, and no one else can know it.
Hu Liang was not in the mood to drink tea, but asked: "Fa Zhi (Pu Da), what should we do about this matter?"
Pu Da is the president of Zhuhu Guild of Hanzhong Prefecture, so of course he should make the decision.
"Mingzhi (Hu Liangzi), let Da think about it." Pu Da was deep in thought while drinking tea.
While Pu Da was looking at the tea leaves in the crystal teacup, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Pu Da said to Hu Liang: "Mingzhi, have you noticed this tea?"
"I'm sorry, you still have the heart to drink tea, but now it's time to drink tea." Hu Liang resented the injustice and was filled with resentment.
Pu Da remained unmoved: "The theory of tea is the truth. See big things from small things. You should take a look at this tea leaf."
"It's strange, this tea leaves are still as green as spring in late autumn?" Hu Liang carefully looked at the tea leaves in the crystal teacup and felt incredible.
Pu Da nodded and asked meaningfully: "Mingzhi, do you know that this tea was also invented by the little sage."
"Oh, the little saint is indeed powerful. But what does tea have to do with the Shadowless Cannon?" Hu Liang asked, looking at Puda in confusion.
Pu Da shook his head, feeling sad that this person was not a big deal.
He felt it was necessary to remind him and said: "Think about it, what things did the little saint invent?"
"Drunken spring breeze tea, nectar and jade liquid, crystal teacups, crystal statues and ceramic teacups, toothpaste, toothbrushes, fairy charcoal, fairy stoves, fairy noodles, etc." Hu Liang counted, and the more he counted, the more frightened he became.
Pu Da smiled and nodded, and continued: "These are secondary, after all, they are all businessmen's actions. The most important thing is that he has the literary name of a little saint."
Hu Liang fell into deep thought. The reason why businessmen like them were looked down upon was because they had no fame or literary names.
"Not only does he have a literary name, he is also the chief secretary of the Chengdu Prefecture and the deputy envoy of the Road and Salt Department of Chengdu Prefecture. The most important thing is that he has soldiers and horses," Puda continued to remind. "What's more important is that he has strong soldiers and horses. Even now, the Hu people can't take advantage of him." How many ways."
"I understand, we cannot offend the security team, but the barbarians want to expose our disgraceful behavior, which will have a huge impact on our reputation. This is a dilemma~!" He didn't dare to say that it was a bad record, but he just said Disgraceful behavior, looking very embarrassed.
Pu Da took a sip of tea and took a long breath: "Profiteers, profiteers, there is no business without profiteers. If you want to be a Confucian businessman, you must be like a little saint, constantly inventing new things that are in short supply."
"The Hu people want us to hand over the drawings of the Shadowless Cannon within ten days. What should we do?" Hu Liang frowned and said worriedly.
Pu Da stood up from his seat and circled around the coffee table.
Hu Liang frowned tightly and his eyes kept turning around him.
Pu Da finally sat down, just drinking tea and thinking.
He finally put down the teacup, looked at Hu Liang, and asked, "Does Mingzhi still remember the oath of his ancestors?"
"I've been busy with business, and rarely think about it." Hu Liang said a little embarrassed, shaking his head with a wry smile, "It's better to shine than to show off. Business is booming, and I have to be a hard-working person all the time."
"Mingzhi's family background is pretty good, and it's more than enough to support his family." Pu Da said in a very positive tone.
"But the difference between my family background and yours is not small." Hu Liang thought for a while, but in the end he did not say this, but shook his head: "It's more than enough, I can only say that I can barely make ends meet."
Pu Da suddenly straightened his face and looked at Hu Liang intently: "Mingzhi, have you ever remembered the oath of your ancestors?"
"What's the use of remembering? You're not running around all day for your family's livelihood." Hu Liang thought for a while, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Seeing Hu Liang's dejected look, Pu Da suddenly said sharply: "I am born as a Zhuhu man, and I die as a Zhuhu ghost; in the Temple of Jerusalem, Israel will live forever."
Hu Liang did not speak, but looked at the green tea leaves in the cup wholeheartedly, as if he had become one with the tea leaves.
"Do you still remember? Do you still remember?" He stared at Hu Liang without blinking and asked sternly.
Hu Liang seemed to have come to his senses, shook his head and said, "That happened more than a thousand years ago. It has been four or five hundred years since we came to China. We have already been Chineseized. Is there anything else we can forget?"
Pu Da suddenly blushed and stretched his neck, his palm stretched out into a fist.
He already wanted to punch Hu Liang with his fist, but he pulled it back when he was on the way.
"You are a descendant of Solomon, have you forgotten your ancestors?" He finally glared at Hu Liang and asked with a heavy breath.
Hu Liang still shook his head and retorted while drinking tea: "What about the descendants of Solomon? Your surname is Pu, and my surname is Hu. This is an authentic Chinese surname."
"That's because there was no hope before, so you forgot about Solomon, only remembered that your surname was Hu, and that you were already a Han Chinese." Puda stared at Hu Liang fiercely and asked, "Isn't that right?"
"If this is not the case, what else? Israel no longer exists. I have had this dream for more than a thousand years. I should wake up. I should wake up." Hu Liang originally lowered his head, but then suddenly raised his head and looked at Puda with bright eyes.
Watching Hu Liang suddenly raise his head and look at him, and he was still speaking plausibly.
Pu Da knew that he had to convince him. He nodded and said: "As long as the dream exists, the spirit will always exist."
"That's just a dream. You can dream, but dreams and reality are two different things." Hu Liang still shook his head, "Dreams are at night, reality is during the day. It's that simple."
"Now dreams can become reality." Pu Da's eyes were full of affirmation.
Hu Liang put down his tea cup, waved his hands and smiled brightly: "Hu people? The Hu people do have the military power to conquer the world, that's all. They have no intention of establishing Israel."
He himself was originally a Hu, but he had already become Chinese and looked down upon the real Hus.
"Of course, we have never placed our hopes on the Hu people, but on others." Puda smiled mysteriously and confided.
Hu Liang did not answer, but fell into deep thought while drinking tea.
Pu Da did not force him, but drank tea with him and looked at the emerald green tea leaves in the crystal tea cup.
He never understood that in late autumn, many leaves would either turn yellow or fall off.
However, the tea leaves in the tea in his hand were still soft and green, as if the time was still in March.
Pu Da was looking at the tea leaves, and Hu Liang inadvertently looked up at him.
Hu Liang couldn't help but fall into deep thought while looking at the tea leaves.
Seeing Hu Liang looking at the tea leaves, Pu Da said in a deep tone: "Have you noticed that the little saint has a mysterious power that can make the tea leaves stay young?"
Hearing that Pu Da admired Zhao Ping so much, Hu Liang suddenly understood Pu Da's intention.
"Tell me, your intention is placed on the little saint?" He didn't believe what he said.
"Yes," Pu Da nodded, clapped his hands and said happily, "You finally guessed it."
Hu Liang shook his head in disbelief: "The little saint is just the chief secretary of Chengdu Mansion and the deputy envoy of Chengdu Mansion. Can he help us establish the State of Israel?"
"Exactly, do you think that I said it is someone else, and there is someone in the world who is more suitable than the little saint?" Pu Da's words were full of affirmation.
"I don't want to hurt you, but I have to say it." Hu Liang shook his head, "This is a fantasy."
Pu Da felt a little angry. He didn't expect that after talking for a long time, Hu Liang was still so indifferent.
Pu Da tried his best to say in a patient tone: "This time the security team and the Hu people are fighting, which one do you think has a better chance of winning?"
Hu Liang thought for a while and said: "The Hu people have a military advantage and they are fighting at home. On the contrary, the security regiment is far away from Chengdu, and it is difficult to transport weapons and food. The security regiment has the upper hand in a short time, but the Hu people have the upper hand in a long time."
He was very unhappy with Puda's blind respect for the little saint, and intentionally or unintentionally pulled the security team away from Puda's worship.
"What you said is very clear and correct." Pu Daxian affirmed Hu Liang's analysis.
Seeing Hu Liang's smile, Pu Da poured a basin of cold water on him, "But you missed something. The security regiment's weapons have the upper hand, otherwise the Hu people wouldn't have asked someone to ask for the portrait."
"Although the weapons are advanced," Hu Liang still shook his head, "Hu people said that the number of these weapons is very small and it is difficult to affect the overall situation."
"If it was difficult to affect the overall situation, the Hu people would not be so anxious to ask for the portrait. This weapon must be very advanced and can affect the overall situation." Pu Da patiently persuaded.
"Even if the weapons are advanced, Xi County is far away from Chengdu Prefecture, and in the middle is the Shu Road, which is difficult to reach the sky for thousands of miles. Could it be that they were made and shipped from Chengdu Prefecture?" Hu Liang still insisted on his own idea.
Pu Da said patiently: "This weapon called the Shadowless Cannon was definitely not made and shipped from Chengdu Prefecture, because it only came out these two days. In other words, this weapon was made in Xi County."
Later, Pu Da became more and more confident in himself.
"Such an advanced weapon must have been invented by the little sage. If the little sage was not in Xixian, how could anyone else have made it." Hu Liang was still unmoved.
"This weapon must have been invented by the little sage. Although the little sage is not in Xixian, he has other methods." Pu Da gave an example, "For example, using fast horses to send the blueprints from Chengdu, and then making the weapons in Xixian. "
He didn't know that Zhao Ping used carrier pigeons to deliver the message, so he had to say that he used fast horses.
Kuai Ma is extremely fast, and it takes several days to travel from Chengdu to Xixian County.
Judging from this speed, Pu Da's reason is indeed valid, making it difficult for Hu Liang to refute.
Hu Liang thought for a while and suddenly raised a new question: "Even if the weapons of the West County Security Corps temporarily gain the upper hand, there is no guarantee that they will defeat the Hu people."
"The Little Sage is currently mainly trying to gain a foothold in Xixian County. As long as he can gain a firm foothold, it will be a matter of time before he defeats the Hu people." Puda thought for a while and tried his best to refute Hu Liang.
Hu Liang shook his head in disbelief: "The Hu people conquered the Western Regions and unified the north. It is extremely difficult for the little saint to defeat this behemoth."
"It is indeed difficult to defeat the Mongol Khanate, but the little saint defeated the Hu people again in just half a year. The first time he defeated a hundred thousand Hu people with less and more, and the second time not only defeated the Hu people's tens of thousands of troops, but also occupied Xi County ." Puda's tone left no room for doubt, "At this rate, the little saint can't defeat the Mongol Khanate?"
Hu Liang moved his mouth, but after moving for a long time, he found that he could not refute Puda for the moment.
"I don't know whether the little saint will help Israel to restore its country, but I know that the Han people have no tradition of helping the countries in the Western Regions." Hu Liang said with some sadness, "Back then, the Persian prince asked for help from the former Tang Dynasty to restore the country, but he was rejected."
At this point, he couldn't help but cry bitterly.
Hearing Hu Liang hugging his head and crying, Pu Da almost shed tears, wanting to hold Hu Liang in pain all the time.
But he must convince Hu Liang, otherwise he will be convinced by Hu Liang.
"Is there anyone similar to this little saint in history?" Pu Da suddenly thought of Zhao Ping's talent and couldn't help asking.
"Although there are no little saints in history," Hu Liang stopped sobbing, thought for a while, and suddenly said: "But Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty was also the emperor of the ages, and he was still the Khan of Heaven, but he was unwilling to help Persia recover. But the little saints were just The little saint is neither an emperor nor a Khan."
The implication is that the little saint is still far away from the emperor and even further away from the Khan.
