Sitting at the entrance of the tent eating lamb bun, suddenly felt a little nauseous.
"What's wrong with the son? Could it be that the servant maid made this lamb soup today?" Xiao Qiao asked nervously.
Wu Zheng shook his head and pointed to the tent opposite.
As a result, Xiao Qiao followed the direction of Wu Zheng's fingers and vomited.
Wu Zheng could barely hold back not vomiting, but when Xiao Qiao seduce him, he also vomited, and then breathlessly pointed to Teng Cangkong who was lifted out of the opposite tent and said: "I said Lao Teng, do you have to be so disgusting?"
Teng Cangkong now really wants to die. When Wu Zheng left, he said that Ma Zan woke up and told him to vomit and tell him to prepare. Wu Zheng didn't say clearly what to prepare, but it was too late when he reacted. .
It's true that Ma Zan would vomit when he woke up, but Wu Zheng didn't tell him that the prince would vomit when he opened his eyes! And what I vomited was also disgusting, it turned out to be pus.
The spit of others is mouthful. Although the spit of the prince is spitting in the mouth, it is better to say that it is spitting on his body. At the time of the sky, the worried prince was close, and the result was spitting. Face, one mouthful was not finished, followed by a second mouthful and a third mouthful, wow, until the sky was sprayed so that he couldn't even open his eyes, then the feeling stopped.
Teng Cangkong was really able to tolerate it. He didn't say a word during the whole process. He waited until Ma Zan stopped before he climbed out of the tent, waved to the people outside and lifted him out.
This scene happened to be seen by Wu Zheng who was drinking sheep soup. He thought that a ghost had crawled out of it, but when he fixed his eyes, he was vomiting a face of purulent phlegm in the sky, which made him feel sick.
Regarding Wu Zheng's ridicule, Teng Cangkong really wanted to hide his face, but when he thought of the sputum on his face, he had to put down the hand he had just raised.
"My son, I..." Xiao Qiao, who spit out breakfast, said to Wu Zheng with an embarrassed look on his toes.
"It's okay. Didn't I throw up too? But I'm afraid I can't eat this breakfast. Collect the mutton soup and drink it at noon." After Wu Zheng threw the bowl away, he wanted to stand up and go out to breathe.
"My son, are you going to see Ma Zan?"
Wu Zheng shook his head and said, "Go now? Don't you think you just vomited enough? Let's wait until Lao Teng is cleaned up!"
Wu Zheng went out and wandered around in the camp. By the way, he looked for Hamo and they asked if there were anyone in the camp who could quarry stones. When they asked, they actually had them. Among the thirteen tribes he had conquered. A member of a tribe called Xieshanbu was best at quarrying stones. Almost all the masons Songzan and his family needed when they built the palace came from this tribe.
Therefore, this Xunshanbei was also called a stone slave by some big tribes, meaning it was specially used to gather stones for people.
Speaking of this, Tuyuhun is very similar to Dazhoudao. People with craftsmanship are called cheap jobs in Dazhou. In Tuyuhun, they are slaves. Stone masons are called stone slaves, blacksmiths are called iron slaves, and carpenters are called wood slaves.
Shi Bold, this is Wu Zheng who just got up when he saw the steward of this Xieshan tribe. The reason was that his original name was too long, and he shouted like tongue twisters. For the convenience of remembering Wu Zheng, he followed him. The appearance of the big five and three thick gave him a bold name.
Now there are six to seven thousand people under Wu Zheng. This stone boldly has a few strengths to mix the title of a thousand chief under Wu Zheng's hands, and he is in charge of the five hundred or so people who unload the hill tribe.
Wu Zheng seems to have nothing else to do when he finds this stone bold, at least in the eyes of Hamo and others. Their big head seems to be fine and wants to deal with those skilled in craftsmanship, and he likes to be blind in the camp when he is fine. Walk around and ask some inexplicable things. Last time I was an iron slave from the Chihe tribe of the blacksmith. I was talking about asking them how much iron can be produced by a pound of red sand in the river. This time I am a stonemason again. What methods did they use to get rocks from the mountains? Hearing that they used fire and water splashing methods, they immediately scorned that those methods were too backward, and that the practical gunpowder explosion was the most convenient.
What is gunpowder, Hamo doesn’t know, and Dongshan hasn’t had it either. To Songshi knows a little bit, saying that it’s something that people from the Central Plains used to make cannon sticks called Taoist priests, but that’s nothing except that it’s louder. What kind of power, it's impossible to blow up the mountain to death.
Naturally, Shi Dandan didn’t know what gunpowder, so the big head said that he should prepare a few iron wedges and said... (End of this chapter)