The two of them came to the door, and the other man and his horse also arrived.
"Master Tian, why are you here?"
Zhao Ping recognized the person, it was Tian Zhen, the young master of Tian Mansion, and his heart couldn't help but thought, "Is there something new about Miss's illness?"
"Mr. Zhao, why are you so unsure of yourself?"
Tian Zhen dismounted and said with a smile: "My sister is almost healed after your treatment."
"Even the rash on my body is slowly fading."
"I'm here mainly to say goodbye to you."
"Farewell?"
Zhao Ping was stunned for a moment, "Are you leaving in such a hurry?"
"Something happened at home, and I need my father to go back and deal with it. There is no time to delay."
Tian Zhen explained casually, "My family lives on East Street in Juncheng. If you encounter something that cannot be solved in the future, you can go to Juncheng to find me or my father."
"If you really can't get away, ask someone to bring you a message."
"You have cured my sister, and you are the benefactor of our Tian Mansion. Whenever you are in trouble, our Tian Mansion will never sit idly by and ignore you."
"gone."
After saying these words, Tian Zhen got on his horse and planned to leave.
This is to take care of him.
Zhao Ping was extremely grateful. When he saw Tian Zhen was about to leave, he hurriedly stopped him.
"Wait a minute, Master Tian, please wait a moment, I have something I want to give to Master Tian."
I originally planned to go to the county seat to deliver them to them, but now that Tian Zhen is here, I don't have to rush any further.
Moreover, someone came all the way to say something like that, which gave me a lot of face.
Zhao Ping should reciprocate politely.
Although the distilled wine was only about one kilogram, and Qian Liu and Wen Hui drank some of it, leaving less than eight ounces.
But it's enough.
This thing is just to give them a taste.
Feel good, they will definitely come back.
If you feel bad, I’m afraid there will be no future.
Send me something?
Tian Zhen was a little puzzled.
What can you, a second-rate kid from a poor village, do that I like?
Tian Zhen was completely uninterested.
Especially when he saw Zhao Ping coming over with a wine jar, he became even more unconcerned.
He hung it casually around the horse's neck and galloped away.
When Zhao Ping returned to the house, he saw Liu Mengru walking out.
She didn't even raise her eyes to look at Zhao Ping, but kept sniffing and smelling the smell, as if she was looking for something, and then walked straight to the hay shed.
He stayed there for a while and took a few deep breaths.
Liu Mengru closed her eyes.
After a moment, she opened her eyes suddenly and shouted: "Gong wine, this is tribute wine."
"Ah! It hurts!"
Then she held her head and exclaimed.
His face also became distorted.
"Mengru, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Ping was extremely worried and rushed over.
He hugged Liu Mengru and massaged her head to soothe her emotions.
Wen Hui and Qian Liu looked at each other, both looking puzzled and very worried.
After a while, Liu Mengru got better. She looked up at Zhao Ping and asked weakly, "Ms. sir, what happened to me just now?"
"fine."
Zhao Ping said: "Maybe you can't stand the taste of strong alcohol and are a little drunk."
In fact, he knew in his heart that the wine he made brought back Liu Mengru's memories and reminded her of something.
But there are many types of amnesia.
The cause of the disease was not found, and it was difficult for Zhao Ping to treat Liu Mengru.
Besides, given the current medical conditions, even if the cause and effect are known, it is difficult to cure it.
So just let nature take its course.
It's good to remember it.
I really can’t remember it, so it doesn’t matter.
However, Liu Mengru sniffed again and asked doubtfully, "Ms. sir, this is the smell of tribute wine. How come there is tribute wine in our house?"
Tribute wine?
In ancient times, that was wine presented as tribute to the emperor.
How did Liu Mengru know about tribute wine?
From what she meant, it seemed like she had drank.
And he drank it more than once, otherwise, it would be impossible to tell just by smelling the smell of alcohol.
Zhao Ping guided tentatively: "Mengru, how do you know about tribute wine?"
"Of course I know"
Liu Mengru blurted out, "And I drank it."
But then Liu Mengru's expression became unnatural, and her face was full of self-doubt.
"I actually drank tribute wine?"
"Where did you drink?"
"Ah! It hurts, my head hurts."
Before she could remember, she hugged her head again and exclaimed.
Cold sweat broke out on my sore forehead.
"Mengru, don't think about it."
Zhao Ping hurriedly rubbed her head again, and at the same time comforted her: "This is not tribute wine, it is just wine made for my husband."
"But it has been given to Tian Zhen."
"I'll make some more later, so you can taste them and you'll know."
After a lot of tossing, Liu Mengru gradually came back to her senses.
Zhao Ping did not dare to provoke her any more and asked Wen Hui to help her back to her room to rest.
After they left, Zhao Ping was no longer calm.
Liu Mengru actually knew about tribute wine and had even drank it.
This is too much information.
Tribute wine is wine that various places, including some subordinate countries, paid tribute to the emperor.
Who can drink?
Only people who are related to the royal family.
Could it be that Liu Mengru has something to do with the royal family?
Zhao Ping couldn't help but feel dizzy.
At present, it is the Dawei Dynasty, which emphasizes the supremacy of imperial power.
If someone from the royal family found out that Liu Mengru was the wife he bought, and kept beating or scolding him, he might be cut into pieces.
Grass!
The original owner is really a top performer.
If you buy a random wife, you can actually buy someone who is connected to the royal family.
Now that I have traveled through time, isn't this allowing me to bear the wrath from above in his place?
It seems that it is impossible to be a rich man honestly.
We must work hard to cultivate our own power.
Although it is not enough to compete with the royal family.
At the very least, if someone from the Liu family comes here, he will be qualified to speak.
No matter what happens, it's okay if you have the capital to escape.
After finally reviving his life, Zhao Ping didn't want to be killed by his father-in-law in a daze.
For a moment, Zhao Ping felt like Alexander.
Cultivating power is also listed by Zhao Ping as the most important thing at the moment.
There are two essential conditions for cultivating power.
One is silver.
It's simple. As long as you tinker with all the products in your mind, it won't be a problem to become the richest man.
The second is weapons.
The weapons control in the Dawei Dynasty was relatively strict.
Even buying a kitchen knife requires reporting.
Who bought it? Where did you buy it?
All recorded clearly.
It is completely impossible to purchase swords, guns and sticks in large quantities.
And Zhao Ping didn't intend to buy those things.
He wants to make more advanced weapons.
Such as crossbow arrows.
Another example is pistols and so on.
Of course, pistols are still far out of reach, and it would be great to be able to make crossbows now.
So Zhao Ping planned to go to Lu's house to see how Lu Xiu was progressing.
He happened to face Lu Dashan who was going out.
Before he could speak, he heard Lu Dashan scolding: "Boy from the Zhao family, can the pattern diagram you gave Asiu be able to make the kind of crossbow arrow you mentioned?"
"Definitely."
Zhao Ping said: "If not, what should I do for him?"
"Then help Ash quickly."
"He has been in the workshop for several days. If he continues like this, someone will be killed."
Lu Dashan said urgently, dragging Zhao Ping to the workshop.
Lu Xiu was still busy.
He didn't even raise his head, he was completely immersed in self-awareness, and he didn't seem to know anyone was coming in.
But Zhao Ping could feel that his condition was very bad.
He looked so haggard.
If this continues, people will really die.
Zhao Ping kicked Lu Xiu away and said angrily: "Lu Xiu, do you want to die?"
"I just asked you to make a crossbow and shoot it out. I didn't want to kill you."
"Zhao Ping!"
Lu Xiu came to his senses and saw that it was Zhao Ping, and was equally angry.
He no longer felt pity for his precious book, threw it directly on Zhao Ping, gritted his teeth and said: "The style diagram you drew for me can't make a continuous crossbow arrow at all."
"It can only be a single crossbow."
"Single crossbow?"
Zhao Ping was stunned for a moment, "Have you made it?"
"Can you let me take a look first?"
Lu Xiu pulled out a crossbow arrow from a pile of materials and handed it to Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping took a look and saw that it was indeed a single crossbow.
The top is the bow and the bottom is the machine.
Pull the bow string to the back of the machine frame and pull the trigger below, and the arrow hanging above will be fired.
To fire a second arrow, you must re-string and reload the arrow.
It's almost like an ordinary bow.
The only convenience is that it can be installed in advance.
But it can only shoot one arrow.
This is not the result Zhao Ping wants.
But he didn't want to embarrass Lu Xiu any more, so he could only surrender and said: "I lost the bet, you can take Yun Man away."
