After Wu Zheng left, there was a lot of excitement on the dock. The happiest thing was Cheng Jin, who had just been given more than fifty thousand taels of silver by Wu Wukeng.
Before, he thought that Wu Zheng’s words about life and death brothers in his mouth were actually cheating him, but when he saw the ship’s munitions, he had already seen the incident out of Jiuxiao’s clouds. On the contrary, I still feel that the brother Wu Zheng's hand is really worth it. If it weren't for the life and death brothers, how could they sell such sharp weapons to themselves so easily
At this time, although Liu Yaozu had nothing on his lips, he felt very grateful in his heart. Fortunately, no one under his hand didn't need these weapons.
Although Cheng Jin didn't read the IOU written by Wu Zheng seriously at the beginning, he saw it really, but it said 56750 taels of silver! Even if I owe such a large amount of debt, I still can't get it out!
As for Wu Zheng waiting for the battle to be over, he can get back the money if he dismantles the steel spear and buys it with a knife. Don't wait until the battle is over, how much of these steel spears are left, even if they are all left, they won't be able to fill the pit!
Don’t forget that the grenade is a one-time consumable.
Niu Yaozu felt that Cheng Jin had been punished, but Cheng Jin's heart was full of joy now. What made Niu Yaozu good? Tell him that he was pitted by Wu Zheng? Isn't this a morale blow
What was the most important thing before the war? Morale is the morale of the military, and Wu Zheng doesn't seem to be a pit! After all, all of these things are only for them. After all, it is still a first-class weapon. How much he sells is his freedom. Then, looking at Cheng Jin's current appearance, there is a trace of enlightenment after being trapped. I don't care what I am worrying about
For the sake of morale and the title of the Niu family, Niu Yaozu felt that the matter would not be rotten to death in his stomach.
In Liuzhi Alley, Wu Zheng just packed up the bamboo chair and planned to lie down on it for a while, but the girl ran in before Rexianger's butt was seated.
"Uncle, uncle, someone is looking outside."
There was no way Wu Zheng had to sit up again, and said angrily: "Who!"
Xianger said: "The old man who drove the car at Grandpa Xia's house."
Xia San? What does he come to do with himself at this time
With doubts, Wu Zheng left the yard and came to the door to see that it was Xia San. Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Uncle Xia, why are you here? Please sit in the room. Fei'er is making sour plum soup to make sure you take a sip to cool off the heat. Drink it again."
Hearing a sour word, Xia San, who had been exposed to the sun for a long time, couldn't help but swallowed her saliva, and smiled embarrassingly: "Don't drink, don't drink anymore, the master told me to come and lie down with you, Mr. Wu gets in the car quickly Come on! Don't let the master wait at home in a hurry."
"The old man is looking for me in a hurry? Can I tell you something first?"
"This master hasn't, and I don't know. But it looks like the old man is in a hurry, hey, don't go with the old slave!"
"What's the matter! So anxious?" Wu Zheng looked at Xia San suspiciously, and finally got into the carriage behind him.
The old man’s carriage, Wu Zheng, has seen it many times, but it is the first time to sit on it. The carriage is very simple, but there is a faint smell of sandalwood in the carriage, and the unique smell of the old man’s body. Pull up the curtain here. The light in the carriage is a bit dim, even if the summer sun shines here, it is dim.
But the strange thing is that sitting here doesn't feel boring at all. Instead, I feel a bit of cool breeze blowing from under my feet.
Could it be that ice is placed under this seat? Wu Zheng bowed his head curiously, but found that it turned out that there was a flower window under the seat, and the cool breeze was blowing from there. It was not ice but natural coolness. There was also a mezzanine on the top of the carriage. Window, in this way, the convection formed by the air in the car, so that the wind can blow from the bottom to the top.
I don't know who wrote this carriage, and the design is so exquisite.
Just as Wu Zheng was looking at the carriage, the carriage stopped suddenly, and Xia San opened the carriage door and said, "Master Wu, here we are."
"So fast?"
Today is different from the past. There are few people in Yuzhou nowadays. Even if Xia San drives a carriage, he doesn’t have to worry about bumping into someone on the street. It’s just that Wu Zheng didn’t feel the speed when he was sitting in the car. He didn't feel the swaying sensation of the carriage galloping.
When I got out of the car and looked around, there were four hand springs installed under the carriage. I went to the carriage and it had a shock absorption effect.
"Who made this carriage of Uncle Xia? Or this... (End of this chapter)