[biu, do you want to unlock the background? 】
"Unlock!"
[Congratulations to the host, unlocking the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun. 】
[The Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun is a special cavalry unit formed by Luo Yi. It is composed of eighteen martial arts masters. They wear cold clothes, carry swords at their waists, wear masks on their faces, black scarves on their heads, and have barbarians on their feet. Riding boots, carrying a large bow, and equipped with a full moon scimitar. 】
[biu, the token has been issued to the host's cuff, please check it. 】
Li Ke's cuffs suddenly hit, he reached out and took out a black token.
The front of this token depicts skeletons all over the ground. Eighteen black cavalrymen, riding tall war horses, stand on the skeletons waving scimitars.
On the back is the character "Ling" written in seal script and engraved with patterns.
The token is very heavy and I don’t know what material it is made of.
“How can I contact them?”
[There is no need to contact the host. Within half a month, they will naturally come to meet the host in person. 】
Li Ke nodded, but he was still very confused. It stands to reason that they followed Luo Yi back then, but now they are very old. Do they still have the same fighting strength as before?
Could it be that he has unlocked loneliness and wants to provide for those old guys until they die?
[biu, the host does not need to worry about combat power. Since it can be used as a powerful background for the host to unlock, it is naturally authentic. 】
Li Ke nodded, what he wanted was Yanyun's Eighteen Riders who had been baptized by war.
"Your Highness, Your Highness..."
Li Ke looked at the thunder that the craftsmen had made, and suddenly fell into deep thought. He held a token and stopped talking.
"No, the lethality is too low. What I want is an iron shell. You gave me this ceramic one..."
A craftsman with a vicissitudes of life on his face smiled bitterly and said: "Your Highness, we have tried our best. We have tried to explode the iron shell, but it cannot be exploded..."
Li Ke slowly stood up: "If you try again, I said, it must be made of iron!"
"Whoever builds it will be rewarded fifty thousand pieces!"
As soon as these words came out, the craftsmen surrounding Li Ke were all stunned.
Then everyone's breathing became rapid. Fifty thousand yuan, what does that mean? They can be considered as public servants, but their monthly salary is only one yuan.
Even with this amount of money, it can be considered a wealthy family. Those ordinary people who rely on God for a living may not be able to earn even half of the money throughout the year.
What is the concept of fifty thousand guan?
"Why, you still don't believe in this king's character?"
Everyone immediately started talking about it, even if they didn't sleep, they still had to study it.
Li Ke smiled. Since ancient times, no matter which dynasty it was, the wages for craftsmen have been very low. Even if they made important contributions, the emperor would reward officials. So what's the deal with craftsmen?
The Chinese people have been hardworking and intelligent since ancient times. As long as you give them enough, heaven will make them for you.
There must be a brave man under the heavy reward, but Li Ke doesn't believe it. He has already handed over all the drawings, and he can't even overcome the difficulty of an iron shell?
After that, Li Ke said some encouraging words, promising that anyone who makes powerful firearms in the future will receive a bonus of 50,000 yuan or even more, as well as an official title.
The craftsmen were so excited by Li Ke's words that they began to work hard. Only then did Li Ke come out of the firearms prison with satisfaction.
The Firearms Supervisor hangs below the Ordnance Supervisor. It is a yamen created by Li Shimin recently. It can be said to be very deserted at present. Apart from a dozen craftsmen, there are no officials.
At present, Li Ke is the chief of the firearms supervision department, but Wang De still has to look after him personally.
"My lord, I will leave first. Go and tell my father that the Firearms Monitor needs a start-up capital, otherwise it may not be possible to research it."
Wang De's eyes widened, he was leaving now?
"Your Highness, this drawing is given to you. Your Majesty means that you should look at it and study it..."
"Wang De, I am the one who designs the blueprints, not the one who builds the things. Besides, I am the prince. That thing is so dangerous. If the thing bangs, my father will send the white-haired man to the black-haired man."
"gone!"
Wang De watched Li Ke leave gracefully and sighed, King Shu was right.
It seems that this thunder depends on these craftsmen.
When Li Ke came out of the firearms prison, it was already getting late, and his stomach began to protest, so he said: "Fu An, go to the best restaurant in the Tang Dynasty for dinner!"
Anyway, the food was just like that when he returned home. Li Ke thought that after some time when he had some free time, he would find a clever cook and teach her how to cook.
When he came to Datang, Li Ke only ate the same things every day, steamed, boiled, baked...
The diet is very bad.
In the Tang Dynasty, ordinary people did not have iron pots in their homes. As for the nobles, they definitely had them, but cooking was not very popular.
When your cooking skills mature, you can open a high-end restaurant, which will definitely make you money.
It's not that people in Datang don't like to eat stir-fried vegetables, it's mainly that stir-fried vegetables are not as delicious as steamed ones.
Moreover, after the great integration of ethnic groups in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, most of the people in the north have the ancestry of the Hu people, and they like to bake it!
But no one would say no to something more delicious.
Li Ke closed his eyes and the carriage moved slowly, so he was idle and drew the prize first.
"System, lottery!"
[biu, the lucky wheel is open for ten consecutive draws! 】
Tweet…
At this moment, the horse screamed and ran wildly, as if it was stimulated, and Li Ke was thrown directly into the carriage.
"Fu An, what's going on?"
Li Ke was shocked and grabbed the armrest of the carriage with all his strength, but he was still shaken unconscious.
"Your Highness, the horse is out of control!"
Fu An pulled the reins tightly, but the reins were broken.
Only then did he realize that the horse had been tied outside and had been tampered with.
"damn it……"
The carriage ran rampantly, knocking several people away, and was about to rush into the downtown area. Fu An was so anxious that he drew his sword and prepared to kill the horse with one strike.
At this moment, a crossbar appeared in front of him. The horse could rush directly over it, but the carriage would definitely be knocked away, and there was a ditch in front of it.
If he rushes over, he and His Highness will definitely die.
"Your Highness...jump out of the car!"
Damn it, your uncle!
So fast, I'm almost falling apart. You want me to jump out of the car?
Fu An turned over and entered the carriage, grabbed Li Ke, and with a wave of his knife, the top of the carriage disappeared.
Then with the force of the jolt, he cut a hole with another knife, and rolled out of the carriage with Li Ke in his arms.
As soon as it rolled down, the carriage was directly hit by the crossbar.
The horse also came up with its hooves in the air and hit the ground heavily. It could no longer get up and could only neigh in pain.
Li Ke and Fu An rolled a long way away. Because they were held by Fu An, their injuries were not serious.
But even though Fu An was a master, he had already suffered many fractures and passed out.
Li Ke endured the pain and got up from the ground. He looked at the mess in front of him with a livid face and his fists clenched.
He could clearly see that if the carriage rushed over, there would be a ditch in front of him. The river was very deep and he would never drown in it.
Even if he was blocked by the crossbar, without Fu An's protection, he would still be thrown to death.
"Do you want me to die?"
"This king is too lucky to die!"
Li Ke could use his butt to figure out who did it. It was either the prince or the eldest grandson Wuji. Only these two people wanted him to die.
At this time, a group of short people with shaved bald heads but with hair around them ran out from the side yard.
They held long knives in their hands and looked at Li Ke unkindly, as if they meant to destroy their home.
The crossbar seems to have been erected just now, and it seems to be their gate.
"Japanese people?"
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