Of course, this kind of information obtained from later generations could not be explained clearly to those in front of him, so he could only try to raise the topic as high as possible and explain it.
Mencius said, not only the young Jin'er's eyes sparkled, but also the eyes of Madam Lin and Coach Zhang.
Mrs. Lin naturally lamented that her husband had gone to the right person, while Coach Zhang was shocked by Zou Run's courage and ambition.
"It's getting late. It will be the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month after dawn. I think New Year's Eve is here, and the defenses in Tokyo will be relaxed. If I follow my method, this trip will be able to avoid danger and make it smooth. What do you think?"
The plan has been decided, everyone nodded one after another, and everyone agreed. Upon seeing this, Zou Run began to make preliminary arrangements.
First of all, let everyone simply pack some luggage. It goes without saying that no large items are allowed to be carried. Then Zou Run asked Coach Zhang and his family to take a rest while there was still some free time. After all, they had been so frightened and upset for half the night. If they didn’t keep up their energy and strength, not only would traveling be a problem, but at Coach Zhang’s age, it would have been difficult to Your condition is likely to worsen, which is no small matter.
There were still some details, and Zou Run had to give them instructions again and again. Then he hid his whereabouts, climbed over the wall again, and called Zhang San and Li Si who were standing guard at the corner of the alley to go back and plan to make other arrangements.
Before leaving the alley, everyone took off their night clothes and returned to their original clothes. They pretended to be master and servant and walked on the street, inconspicuous in the crowd.
Zou Run and his entourage slowly walked out of the alley, turned into Yuewufang, passed near Xuande Building, and prepared to return to the vegetable garden outside the Jujube Gate.
It was already the beginning of Haishi, the winter night was deep, and the chill was biting to the bone. The joyful and festive atmosphere in Tokyo began to fade, and most of the people who had gone out for fun were returning home one after another. But the nobles on both sides of the Royal Street and on the Xuande Tower were in high spirits. Although most of them were drunk, they did not want to go back to their homes. They called friends and relatives, gathered together, and shouted in the colorful shed. The actors sang and danced again, and the teaching troops continued to climb the bright lights on Aoshan Mountain.
As for those in charge of setting off fireworks during major festivals, the people in Tokyo's Kojoku could not escape easily. High-ranking officials and dignitaries wanted to see the fireworks with novel styles, and they kept sending people over to urge them to be released quickly.
Ling Zhen, who had been working hard for half a day and had not made enough water and rice, was so busy that he had no choice but to do anything. As the deputy envoy of Jiazhangku, it stands to reason that he was also an official of the eighth rank (Note 1). If he were placed at the local level, he would be at the lowest level of the state. A high-level military attaché such as a military commander, but in the huge city of Tokyo, a eighth-grade official is still a military attache. Sorry, if you don’t have a big background or background, this level is in the eyes of the civil servants. , which is only a little better than the city gate captain who is responsible for guarding the city gate.
Uh... I'm sorry, maybe it's not as good as the city gate captain who guards the city gate. After all, it's a lucrative job, Jia Zhanku? Or a deputy envoy? Qiu Ba, a red man the size of a sesame and mustard seed, is lucky enough to be able to set off fireworks for the civil servants in the middle of the night.
Ling Zhen was always an upright man and could not stand the behavior of his superiors who depended on the treasury, resold weapons, and cut corners. He was ostracized by his superiors and colleagues in the armored treasury. Except for the gunner brothers under his command, almost everyone No one would look good on Ling Zhen. Otherwise, he is not the only one who sets off fireworks in Tokyo, and this hard and dangerous job would not fall on his head every year by coincidence but with incomparable precision.
Seeing that the elite gunners he had worked so hard to train for the Song Dynasty and the imperial court, on this cold winter night, could only wear a thin standard soap silk cotton coat and a small purple turban, resisting the bone-chilling pain. In the north wind, climb up and down, fill the gunpowder, and lay out the lead.
Visible to the naked eye, many soldiers have dark purple and dark red chilblains on their hands, feet, and even their cheeks and ears. Once such chilblains appear, they will linger throughout the winter and become extremely itchy. Once they break open, Purulent discharge will occur, and it will easily relapse in the coming year, which is extremely torturous.
Watching this scene helplessly, Ling Zhendang, a grown man in his twenties, unknowingly gritted his teeth and tears filled his eyes.
"These are the most elite Forbidden Army artillerymen of the Song Dynasty! They are not as well-dressed as those soldiers who lead horses and sedans for civil servants! What kind of world is this!"
Accompanied by the crackling sound of the fuse being ignited by the torch, a ball of colorful fireworks rose in the sky again. This beautiful scene, which was like a flash in the pan, immediately attracted the female relatives on the tower to cover their chests and mouths and scream in surprise. The scholar-bureaucrats were very enthusiastic about poetry. Many of them wore long-sleeved and fluttering Confucian robes, and either asked the servants to sharpen their ink, or asked the beauties to add pens, and they were about to express their poetic feelings.
Ling Zhen was even more angry when he saw this, his iron fists clenched loudly, and a faint sigh came from Leng Buding's side.
"Alas, such a costly military weapon, without thinking about how to exert its own power and use it on the battlefield to kill the Western bandits and Liao people, was dumped in large quantities in the city of Tokyo, mixed with some flashy things. To create such colorful fireworks to please the powerful is such a waste of natural resources and shameful!"
Ling Zhen was shocked when he heard the sound. He hurriedly followed the sound and saw a young man with an aristocratic face, wearing a narrow-sleeved tight-fitting silk Sichuan brocade robe and a mink velvet warm hat. Surrounded by two companions, He was standing there with his hands folded and watching.
"Your Excellency is very insightful! I just heard what you said, and it seems that you know a lot about the formula of gunpowder. My dear, Ling Zhen, is currently working in the Tokyo Armory Storehouse. I have always been very interested in the use of gunpowder in battle formations. I wonder if you can give me some advice?"
Looking at the man in public uniform standing in front of him, Zou Run was also shocked. He just passed by the Xuande Tower when he was returning to Suanzaomen, and happened to see the colorful fireworks in the sky, so he unconsciously complained a few words, but he didn't What a coincidence that I met Ling Zhen, the best gunner in the Song Dynasty!
Fate is such a wonderful thing!
Zou Run hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, "It turns out to be Deputy Ambassador Ling. He is known as the number one gunner in the Song Dynasty. I didn't expect to meet you here. I am really lucky. Zou...cough, Zhou is being polite."
"It turns out to be Brother Zhou. His name is not worth mentioning. I think Brother Zhou is a member of the same profession. Ling Zhen dares to invite you to Fanlou to have a talk. I wonder if you can come with us?" Ling Zhen suffers from severe gunpowder obsession. , he had long been aroused by Zou Run's words just now, and didn't care about the red tape at all. He pulled Zou Run along and wanted to ask him about the formula of gunpowder.
Good guy, Zou Run has never seen such an enthusiastic person since he came to the Song Dynasty. This Ling Zhen is also a serious court official, but he has no airs at all. He invites him to dinner as soon as he meets him, and the one he goes to is the most expensive one. Fan Lou.
It seemed that he was a decent man in science and engineering, but this was not going to end well. He had to rush back to see Lu Zhishen to discuss tomorrow's major events, and he really didn't have time to chat with Ling Zhen. As long as Mrs. Lin was not in an emergency, Zou Run would be willing to chat with Hong Tianlei for three days and three nights.
Zou Run had no choice but to refuse with great reluctance.
"Deputy Envoy Ling said something serious, but what he just said was just nonsense, just to show off his rhetoric. How dare Zhou Mou, who is naked, dare to sit with the Deputy Envoy? Another day! Another day, Zhou Mou will come to apologize. Today, I will do it first Stop it..."
In fact, Zou Run's heart was bleeding when he said this.
This is Ling Zhen! Once his value is discovered and real artillery is released in advance, his own navy will really be able to dominate the world, and the infantry will be invincible when attacking cities and strongholds.
