In the darkness of the night, everyone was busy and silent.
The same number of iron balls were taken out of each basket containing iron balls under the roof, and then stacked back one by one and put back to their original state.
Wan Jinlan saw batches of silk, ceramics, rouge and other items under the shed, and her eyes turned red. These were all silver!
She had originally estimated that seven carriages would not be enough, but after squeezing and distributing them evenly, they were just enough to fit in, and she estimated that there were two thousand kilograms of iron ore.
After the convoy left, Yu Song and An Xi stayed behind and restored the shed to its original state. They covered it with linen, and except that it looked a little lower, it was no different from before.
The convoy moved forward and backward, while Yu Song and his companions followed behind to clear up any traces.
To be on the safe side, after clearing up all traces, Yu Song did not follow them back to the village. Instead, he turned back and found a place to sleep first, waiting to see the reaction of the hospital the next day.
By the time we got back to the village, it was already late at night.
Finally, this matter was done. Wan Jinlan breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep peacefully.
She had been working hard for several days and slept particularly soundly.
The people in the yard were sleeping as soundly as she was.
When the gatekeepers woke up, they found themselves sleeping at the door. They immediately felt something was wrong and hurriedly counted all the goods in the yard.
When I lifted the sackcloth and looked at the baskets of iron balls piled up, I didn't think anything was wrong for a moment. After counting the baskets, I felt relieved and found that not a single basket was missing.
These people never imagined that when they sold it, the weight of what was clearly ten thousand kilograms turned into eight thousand kilograms, and the remaining two thousand kilograms seemed to have evaporated.
Seeing that nothing else happened, Yu Song took out a meat pie from his arms, ate it with the water in the water bag, and continued to stare.
Ten more carriages arrived in the evening, delivering a batch of goods. Early the next morning, many strong men came to the outside of the yard, nearly a hundred tall and strong men, and there were nearly fifty carriages. After loading the carriages, everyone set off on horseback.
Everyone was ready to set off, and Yu Song also returned to the mountain village.
After obtaining two thousand kilograms of iron ore, there was still no news from Wang Shu and Li Dazhuang, so Wan Jinlan began to buy other materials everywhere and started to build a workshop behind the mountain stronghold.
As for blacksmiths, there is a father and son in Xiaping Village who make a living by working as blacksmiths in the town.
While Wan Jinlan was busy, the war in the north ended. The Helan and Basha tribes could no longer consume the resources, and many of their cattle and sheep were infected with diseases. Because of the months of war, many of the tribesmen were killed and wounded, and they lost several cities in succession. When the weather warmed up and it was time to recuperate, he fled to the Gula Mountains with his people.
The Liangzhou army began to turn the tide of the war after the epidemic improved. Liangzhou Governor Li Wei was determined to teach the two clans a bloody lesson for their betrayal, so he launched a counterattack at all costs and even resorted to such a dirty trick as poisoning.
The effect was significant. The two tribes did not dare to invade Liangzhou again within two years.
Of course, the casualties of the Liangzhou army were also a shocking number. Not to mention those who died from the plague, there were as many as 30,000 people who died under the hooves of the barbarians.
After counting the casualties, Li Wei reported the situation to the court, intending to request compensation. Furthermore, he also requested in his memorial that those who had performed meritorious service in the battle be rewarded.
The good news was immediately reported to Kyoto. Emperor Jian'an seemed very pleased. Although the court officials were happy, they still had some concerns in their hearts.
After the external threat is resolved, the internal hidden dangers will arise.
Until the memorial requesting pension was delivered, Emperor Jian'an's face turned black.
If the salt tax in Yangzhou had not been investigated and many properties had not been confiscated, the national treasury would have been much more abundant. It would certainly be dwarfed by now.
Emperor Jian'an didn't want to pay, but he had to.
Thinking of the iron mine in Mangshan that Xiao Minghuan had reported, Emperor Jian'an was extremely wary of Li Wei.
He became extremely angry when he thought about his ministers plotting something bad and he had to pay them money.
If Prince Su had not rebelled, he would never have ended up in this situation.
Emperor Jian'an was able to sit firmly on the throne for many years, so he was naturally not an easy person to deal with. After discussing with his trusted ministers, he decided to confer the title of Marquis of Zhenxi on Li Wei, and then ordered the Marquis of Zhenxi to come to the capital to celebrate his success. After that, he would let him lead troops to fight against Prince Su.
As for the relief silver, it was sent to Liangzhou by Prince Shun this time to reward the meritorious soldiers on behalf of the emperor.
Since the news of Prince Shun's death on the battlefield, he had been missing for half a year and then mysteriously returned to Kyoto a month ago. All the dignitaries in Kyoto were extremely surprised.
According to Prince Shun himself, he was wounded on the battlefield and nearly died. He had a head injury and lost his memory. He was saved by a woman, and after regaining his memory, he rushed back. As for the village girl, he naturally brought her back with him.
The happiest person was Concubine Chen Shufei.
As for Xiao Minghuan, who had just lost someone in Liangzhou and thought that the emperor had no sons available except him, he was extremely disappointed.
At this time, the two brothers left the palace together, and Xiao Minghuan had to reluctantly congratulate Prince Shun on his good job.
Prince Shun had a faint smile on his face and didn't look that happy.
He knew better than anyone that the emperor was merely using him and Xiao Minghuan as pawns. He had escaped from the battlefield simply to go to Tanzhou to see how the batch of firearms was progressing.
The letter he received in Kyoto described the power of the musket. He also imagined that if it could be mass-produced, he would no longer have to look at his father's mood in the future.
It's a pity that the old man surnamed Lu escaped, and none of the Chen family and the people he sent out returned. There is no other possibility except that something went wrong.
With no other choice, he could only return to Kyoto again.
Although he didn't have muskets, he had a batch of mechanical crossbows that were better than those in the army. As long as the Wei Dynasty was stable, he would have a better chance of winning than the naive Xiao Minghuan.
He did not tell Concubine Chen about his plan. Although he knew that Concubine Chen had been immersed in the palace for many years and was very scheming, if she was completely unaware of it, she would be able to deceive the emperor more easily.
The two brothers were walking together on the palace road at this time. They looked friendly and respectful to each other, but in fact, there were undercurrents.
"Royal brother, do you know about the palace maid in Concubine Lai's palace?" Xiao Minghuan knew this news from Wan Qiuyu, who knew it from Wan Jinlan.
Xiao Minghuan has already verified that the Emperor has been closely guarding Concubine Lai's palace in recent days. If there is nothing fishy going on, how could it be so tense?
Prince Shun said calmly, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
How could Prince Shun not know that Xiao Minghuan was trying to sow discord? In his opinion, Xiao Minghuan was not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as him.
Xiao Minghuan is the son of a dancer. Now he has no mother to protect him in the palace, and his mansion is also in decline. He is a poor guy who relies on begging for mercy in front of the emperor and has no qualifications to be on an equal footing with him.
The maid in Concubine Lai's palace was pregnant, but even if the baby was born, it would only be a baby. Even if it was a grandson, what would it matter? Babies were fragile, and it was not easy for them to grow up healthy in the palace.
Prince Shun had never taken the baby seriously, and Xiao Minghuan couldn't see through it. Now Prince Su might be the cause of the disintegration of the Wei Dynasty. If this threat is not resolved, even if he ascends to the throne, he will not be able to maintain his position.
Xiao Minghuan clenched his fists and looked at Prince Shun's back with a cold look in his eyes.
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