Shopkeepers Tong and Li listened to Ziyu's question and immediately answered in unison: "I just have something important to report to my eldest sister."
As he spoke, he opened the sack and shook out the people inside.
People, three people were shaken out of three sacks.
He has curly hair, a high nose, blue eyes, a big beard, and is dressed in Arab-Muslim clothing.
At this time, Shopkeeper Li and others were released from the sack, and they immediately kicked their noses and yelled at them.
Because his mouth was blocked, he couldn't speak, so he could only scream and scream from his nose.
"Persians?" Ziyu was stunned.
Ancient Persia is also the past life of Iran in another time and space, so when Ziyu saw the Muslims with Arabic decorations, he immediately guessed that they were Persians.
"Yes." The tough shopkeeper Tong, who was in his thirties, nodded and kicked the bound and gagged Persian in front of Ziyu.
When the three Persians saw Ziyu, they immediately snorted at Ziyu and kept twisting, as if to signal Ziyu to let them go.
Seeing this, Ziyu ignored them and looked at her three shopkeepers with a puzzled expression: "Why are they tied up?"
Persian merchants are world-famous. Could it be that they have done something to harm his Qin family's property? Ziyu stood up and wanted to steal business from the Qin family.
"Sister, look here." Shopkeeper Li on the other side carefully opened the last sack and took out a combination of ironware and wood from inside.
Seeing this, Ziyu stepped forward and lowered his head to look.
"What's this?"
A pile of bamboo tubes and iron tubes thicker than cigarette rods, what a mess this is.
But shopkeeper Li's face was very serious, as if he was holding some kind of murderous weapon. Seeing this, Ziyu couldn't help but look carefully.
"Sister, please take a closer look." Shopkeeper Li didn't say much, squatted on the ground, picked up a piece of wooden handle and iron cylinder, and started assembling it.
The front body of the iron barrel is about fifty centimeters long, with a wooden handle behind it and a metal hook in the middle. One end of the hook is fixed on the iron barrel and can rotate around the axis. The other end holds a match rope.
The thing is not difficult to assemble, but the handle and the match rope need to be assembled. The rest is basically the same iron cylinder, but you can't see it without assembly. Once it is installed, Ziyu's expression changes.
This thing...this thing is...
After installing the slender thing, shopkeeper Li opened another box more carefully.
A strong smell of gunpowder came out, not the simple smell of sulfur and saltpeter like fireworks and firecrackers, but the smell of refined gunpowder.
Ziyu's eyes widened immediately. This kind of gunpowder was much more sophisticated and purified than the explosives used by Beiming Changfeng and the others.
While Ziyu was in shock, shopkeeper Li took out a black ball as long as a little finger from the box, stuffed it into the iron cylinder, then stood up, picked up the ball and aimed it at the rockery outside.
"Sister, please allow me to shoot the rockery outside. This thing needs..."
However, before shopkeeper Li could finish speaking, Ziyu shouted with shock: "A matchlock gun."
"Ah, Miss, how do you know?" Shopkeepers He Da and Li Tong suddenly said in unison, looking at Ziyu in shock.
With a face full of shock, Ziyu reached for the matchlock gun in Shopkeeper Li's hand and looked at it carefully with almost disbelief. Shopkeepers Tong and Li listened to Ziyu's question and immediately answered in unison: "I just have important things to report to you.
=Sister.”
As he spoke, he opened the sack and shook out the people inside.
People, three people were shaken out of three sacks.
He has curly hair, a high nose, blue eyes, a big beard, and is dressed in Arab-Muslim clothing.
At this time, Shopkeeper Li and others were released from the sack, and they immediately kicked their noses and yelled at them.
Because his mouth was blocked, he couldn't speak, so he could only scream and scream from his nose.
"Persians?" Ziyu was stunned.
Ancient Persia is also the past life of Iran in another time and space, so when Ziyu saw the Muslims with Arabic decorations, he immediately guessed that they were Persians.
"Yes." The tough shopkeeper Tong, who was in his thirties, nodded and kicked the bound and gagged Persian in front of Ziyu.
When the three Persians saw Ziyu, they immediately snorted at Ziyu and kept twisting, as if to signal Ziyu to let them go.
Seeing this, Ziyu ignored them and looked at her three shopkeepers with a puzzled expression: "Why are they tied up?"
Persian merchants are world-famous. Could it be that they have done something to harm his Qin family's property? Ziyu stood up and wanted to steal business from the Qin family.
"Sister, look here." Shopkeeper Li on the other side carefully opened the last sack and took out a combination of ironware and wood from inside.
Seeing this, Ziyu stepped forward and lowered his head to look.
"What's this?"
A pile of bamboo tubes and iron tubes thicker than cigarette rods, what a mess this is.
But shopkeeper Li's face was very serious, as if he was holding some kind of murderous weapon. Seeing this, Ziyu couldn't help but look carefully.
"Sister, please take a closer look." Shopkeeper Li didn't say much, squatted on the ground, picked up a piece of wooden handle and iron cylinder, and started assembling it.
The front body of the iron barrel is about fifty centimeters long, with a wooden handle behind it and a metal hook in the middle. One end of the hook is fixed on the iron barrel and can rotate around the axis. The other end holds a match rope.
The thing is not difficult to assemble, but the handle and the match rope need to be assembled. The rest is basically the same iron cylinder, but you can't see it without assembly. Once it is installed, Ziyu's expression changes.
This thing...this thing is...
After installing the slender thing, shopkeeper Li opened another box more carefully.
A strong smell of gunpowder came out, not the simple smell of sulfur and saltpeter like fireworks and firecrackers, but the smell of refined gunpowder.
Ziyu's eyes widened immediately. This kind of gunpowder was much more sophisticated and purified than the explosives used by Beiming Changfeng and the others.
While Ziyu was in shock, shopkeeper Li took out a black ball as long as a little finger from the box, stuffed it into the iron cylinder, then stood up, picked up the ball and aimed it at the rockery outside.
"Sister, please allow me to shoot the rockery outside. This thing needs..."
However, before shopkeeper Li could finish speaking, Ziyu shouted with shock: "A matchlock gun."
"Ah, Miss, how do you know?" Shopkeepers He Da and Li Tong suddenly said in unison, looking at Ziyu in shock.
With a face full of shock, Ziyu reached out and took the matchlock gun from Shopkeeper Li's hand, looking at it carefully with almost disbelief.