After a while of bargaining, Xiao Han finally succeeded in getting Cheng Yaojin and Chai Shao into his pirate ship by giving him priority in the supply of firearms.
However, even Xiao Han himself doesn't know whether these two people have any effect, or in other words, how much effect they have!
The reason why we catch them now is simply to cast a wide net! No matter if they are turtles or tortoises, we should catch them first. After all, we can’t let them sit idle!
"There's no reason for me to have to work hard outside alone and be criticized by some rude people from time to time. You guys can hide and relax here!"
After grinding his teeth and thinking about this, Xiao Han suddenly remembered that a few days ago, he had sent a message to the Ministry of Industry, hoping that the Ministry of Industry would also establish several institutions dedicated to research in the form of the Firearms Research Institute.
Even if you can't find anything in your research now, you might as well change your previous rigid style of doing things and make more changes!
However, as soon as he handed this message out, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no more news.
Later, Xiao Han accidentally remembered that he knew two people in the Ministry of Industry: the warrior Yu was transferred to another place, and the old man Huangfu also retired... ahem, he retired and returned home.
To him, the current Ministry of Industry is simply a blind man in the dark! How can the newly appointed Minister of Industry change the framework of the Ministry of Industry that has been running smoothly for hundreds of years just because he is a stranger?
If you want to cross the Yellow River and the river is blocked by ice, you will climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang!
The journey is difficult! The journey is difficult! There are many divergent roads, where are you now?
The poem about banishing immortals suddenly came to mind, and Xiao Han could only smile bitterly.
It’s not that he can’t find the way, it’s that he doesn’t know how to let others take the correct path that he knows!
The power of one person is really too small!
Even if there is the support of the emperor behind him, it cannot change the so-called general trend of the world. After all, the emperor is the emperor of the people of the world, not his own emperor.
It is said that the butt determines the head. Xiao Han now feels more and more like a saint. He always wants to lead his people directly into a glorious world and no longer have to endure the suffering they once suffered!
"I'm still impatient! Things that took hundreds of years can't be completed in a few years!" Buried in the soft and thick quilt, Xiao Han secretly thought about the path he should take in the future, but as he thought about it, his mind was out of control.
Drifting towards that ideal world.
If he really makes it to that day, he will probably be called a saint, right?
What nickname will people give him when the time comes?
Xiao Zi? No, no, no, it sounds like a boy!
Then Hanzi?
Uh... almost like a child again!
Hey, what kind of reputation is this? What’s wrong with it?
"Look! Monkey!"
Xiao Han was still thinking wildly when a childish voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Young Master? That's even more inappropriate! I still want to be a prince in the future! Young Master, I'm no better than a waiting son..."
Xiao Han didn't react for a moment, and was still muttering to himself. When he suddenly felt something was wrong, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from!
It turned out that Cheng Yao's golden ox cart had driven into the city at some unknown time. The people on both sides of the road were either admiring or looking at him strangely.
"Bah, bah, bah, the child's words are unbridled, the strong wind will blow them away! Come home with me!"
A middle-aged woman hurriedly ran out of the shops on both sides of the road, picked up the little girl who was still curiously looking at Xiao Han's butt, and ran back without raising her head, as if she was afraid of being late.
, her daughter was about to be captured and smuggled away by monsters.
The little girl was held in the woman's arms, still looking at Xiao Han with two big black eyes on her shoulders, and at the same time exclaimed: "Huh? Why is his tail missing?"
"Hahaha..." Hearing this, Cheng Yaojin couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter!
Although he just came to Yangzhou City today, he has been around Yangzhou these days, so he naturally knows the allusion to the tail.
Xiao Han has been allergic to the word "butt" since he was injured. When he saw Cheng Yaojin, he smiled heartlessly. He immediately got angry, grabbed something from his side and threw it towards Cheng Yaojin!
However, although Cheng Yaojin was burly, he was very agile. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Xiao Han smashing something at him. He just moved his body and the kettle, which was used as a hidden weapon, rubbed against his body and flew straight forward.
"Haha, if you want to stab someone in the back, you won't even look at me..."
"Moo~"
Cheng Yaojin, who was proud of having dodged the hidden weapon, heard a cow roar suddenly before he could finish his sentence!
Immediately afterwards, the frame under him suddenly shuddered, and the next second, a strong force came from the front, pulling the entire frame almost flying!
Only then did Cheng Yaojin remember: He could hide the hidden weapon just now, but the cow in front of him couldn't hide!
A full kettle was hit hard on the cow's butt, and the water in the kettle was knocked out. What's more terrible, the water was still hot water...
"The cow is scared! Get out of the way!!!"
Following a scream on the long street, people on both sides of the road saw a bullock cart rumble away from the street!
This speed is no worse than that of a galloping horse! What’s even more strange is that the cart pulled by the cow is like flying a kite, tightly dragging three people...
"Crash..."
The aunt who had planned to go home after selling the last few eggs did not have to clean up, because the stall in front of her was smashed into pieces along with the eggs.
In front of me, as soon as the man selling vegetables lifted the scale, the scale plate was carried away by the horns of the running ox. The man stared, but before he could react, the weight on the scale lost its balance, slipped down, and hit him hard.
on his feet.
In addition, the sellers of candied haws, steamed buns and cakes, and small head noodle jewelry are all relaxed now, and Lao Niu has helped to take over the stalls...
For a time, on the long street, people looked up to cows and roared, it was so chaotic and lively!
Some clever people were not surprised but overjoyed when they saw this. They quickly grabbed the things they could not sell and, looking at the right moment, threw them under the hooves of the cow, preparing to come to the victim to ask for money.
In the story novel, the horse was frightened, and a strong man stepped forward to help, trying to stop the horse and win the heart of a beautiful woman.
But now that the cow was frightened, no one who was not afraid of death dared to step forward! I don’t know whether he was frightened by the mad cow, or he felt that it was not worth taking the risk for the sake of the three men in the car.
Fortunately, although the cow has great strength, its endurance is limited. After running so violently on the long street, it finally slowed down.
Cheng Yaojin, who was holding the reins tightly from behind, was confused because of the jolt. When the car slowed down, he finally came to his senses.
Seizing the opportunity, he jumped out of the car. Cheng Yaojin took a few steps to catch up with the exhausted bullock. He held the bull's head with both arms and roared wildly. The bull was knocked to the ground by him!
"Boom...!"
The bullock fell to the ground with a crash, kicked wildly with its four thick hooves several times, and was finally too tired to move!
When the people on the street who were hurriedly dodging saw this, they stopped and all cheered loudly to Cheng Yaojin.
There were only a few clerks standing on the roadside who looked regretfully at the rags in their arms that they had not yet thrown out, shook their heads and sighed.
