Returning to the embassy, Chu Ge immediately came up to him and asked: "General, how is the situation?
Has King Shi agreed to send troops?"
Zhao Ziliang took the cloak and handed it to the retinue behind him, and said: "King Mohechu Tutun of the Stone Kingdom has agreed to send troops, but the little prince Qu Le wants to fight with this general.
They will only agree to send troops if this general wins."
And obey our command unconditionally, but if this general loses, I’m afraid there will be some twists and turns in sending troops.”
Chu Ge and Bo Lehan glanced at each other after hearing this.
Chu Ge said: "With the general's ability, there is no need to worry about Nakyul's subordinates.
He is just taller.
He is full of fat.
Where can he be?"
A strong general is no match for a general."
Zhao Ziliang was drinking tea.
He couldn't help but spit out what he said.
He coughed several times before he regained his composure and said, "What does martial arts have to do with physical strength?
Aren't you talking nonsense?"
While they were talking, Chen Qingying walked in with her daughter Wang Zhiyun.
Wang Zhiyun, a fourteen-year-old girl who was still a little shy, hid behind Chen Qingying with a cloth bag in her hand.
Zhao Ziliang saw it and asked, "Is there something wrong with Mrs.
Wang?"
Mrs.
Wang made a blessing, lowered her head and said: "I saw that the general's boots were torn.
I took the time to make a new pair for the general in the past few days.
I don't know if they will fit, so I brought them over and asked the general to try them.
If they don't fit, I'll give them to you."
Go and change it again."
Chu Ge and Brahan both looked down at Zhao Ziliang's feet.
Zhao Ziliang himself also looked down at the boots on his feet.
Sure enough, the front of his right foot was torn, and his big toe was sticking out.
It was so embarrassing that Zhao Ziliang looked quite embarrassed, coughed twice, and said, "It's too troublesome for Mrs.
Wang.
There are boots to buy on the street, but Mrs.
Wang doesn't have to work so hard."
Mrs.
Wang said: "General, what you said is wrong.
The boots you bought are not measured and made to fit.
General, you should try it.
If the general doesn't wear them, both Nujia and Zhiyun will be embarrassed to live and eat here for free."
Zhao Ziliang pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, thank you, Mrs.
Wang."
Chen Qingying took the cloth bag from Wang Zhiyun, untied it, took out a pair of brand-new cowhide boots, and asked Zhao Ziliang to sit on the chair.
She squatted on the ground and took off Zhao Ziliang's dirty, smelly, and worn-out boots, and then put them on Zhao Ziliang.
Get new boots.
"General, how do you think it fits?"
Chen Qingying looked at Zhao Ziliang nervously.
Zhao Ziliang got up and walked around on the ground a few times and said: "It's very good, very comfortable, but a little bit bigger."
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Chen Qingying said quickly: "The slave family will take it and make it smaller right away."
Zhao Ziliang waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need to change it.
I think this is it.
You add a layer of sheepskin wool to the inside of the boots.
Now that the weather is cold, the wool inside the boots will make them warmer."
Chen Qingying's eyes lit up, "The general is really smart.
If there is wool in the boots, they will definitely be very warm.
Let's go now."
After putting on his old boots and watching Chen Qingying and his daughter leave, Zhao Ziliang said to Chu Ge: "Didn't you say you brought back the Jinding Zaoyang that I want to use?
Bring it over and show it to me.
Go outside.
The open space is large and easy to use” "promise" Arriving in the courtyard, Chu Ge quickly came over with two retinues.
One retinue walked over carrying a shining black gold-nailed Zaoyang spear on his shoulder.
By the time Zhao Ziliang took it off his shoulder, the retinue had already been Out of breath.
The servant was crushed to death just now.
Zhao Ziliang held it in his hand as if he were playing with it.
It was not difficult to see how strenuous it was.
He held the pole in one hand and danced it like a juggler, very easily.
Chu Ge, Bulhan, other retinues in the courtyard, and envoys from several other countries were all horrified when they saw it.
Nabalu even felt like he had seen a god.
He lay on the ground and said loudly: "The general is really a god."
Zhao Ziliang stopped playing casually for a quarter of an hour and felt that the weight was almost just right.
Even if his strength increased to two thousand kilograms in the future, this golden nail Zaoyang pole could still be used and would not appear too light.
The pole is made of fine steel, solid and tough, with prominent dragon patterns on it.
One section is also wrapped with multiple layers of Gebu to prevent the pole from slipping when fighting.
I looked at the sharpness of the spear again and felt it was very sharp.
I turned around and saw a stone table next to me.
I held the long spear in my hand and flew up.
My body flew three or four meters away.
In my hand, the golden nail Zaoyang spear fell from the air.
Everyone only heard a "swish" sound, and saw the thick stone table being split in half from the middle.
Zhao Ziliang was stunned, and then swung the golden-nailed Zaoyang spear to hit a stone bench next to him.
The round hammer with row of nails at the back end of the spear hit the stone bench.
The stone bench was like a piece of tofu, and it was smashed into pieces in an instant.
Crush.
"Hiss" everyone gasped.
Zhao Ziliang was also surprised.
He did not expect that the sharp edge was so sharp.
This was a stone table, not a wooden table.
It was split into two halves at once, and the sound it made was very soft.
When he looked at the sharp edge again, there was no trace of it.
No damage or chip at all.
The nails on the nail hammer are also intact.
"What a weapon, what a weapon.
Hahaha, I never thought that there would be such a skilled blacksmith in Tuozhe City, who could create such a sharp weapon."
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Zhao Ziliang was overjoyed and couldn't put it down while holding the horse in his hand.
Everyone around was horrified, and they were filled with envy when they saw the horse in Zhao Ziliang's hand.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that this thing is a peerless treasure, and it must be worth tens of thousands of gold.
Zhao Ziliang winked at Chu Ge, and together they returned to the room and asked, "Where was this horse made?
What's the name of the blacksmith?"
Chu Ge cupped his hands and said: "General, my subordinates asked a blacksmith to make this in a blacksmith shop in the east of the city.
The blacksmith's name is Fu Kun.
His father is a Han Chinese.
He was originally a craftsman accompanying our Tang Army.
He was involved in a battle more than thirty years ago.
He was captured during the battle with Tuqishi, and later escaped and lived here.
He married a local Sogdian woman and gave birth to him.
Fu Kun said that he gave birth to his father.
He combined the casting skills inherited from his family with the casting skills spread here from Persia at that time, and he figured out a new casting technology.
The head of this horse stall was made by him using the new casting technology and a piece of meteorite iron.
"It's made, you see, its head is dark in color, but extremely sharp.
The nail-row hammer and the bar are made of fine steel."
After hearing this, Zhao Ziliang sighed: "So, how much did it cost to build this golden nail Zaoyang?"
Chu Ge said: "General, Fu Kun didn't ask for money."
Zhao Ziliang was stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable: "How is it possible without asking for money?"
"It's true.
General Fu Kun said that anyone who can use this horse pole must be a fierce general.
Since ancient times, there has been a saying that good horses are equipped with good saddles and swords are given to heroes.
He built this horse pole.
If it has a A good master, let him roam the battlefield so as not to humiliate him."
Zhao Ziliang immediately grabbed Chu Ge's hand: "Quick, take me to see him."
When he met the blacksmith Fu Kun, Zhao Ziliang found that Fu Kun's blacksmith shop was very clean.
There were neat rows of knives, swords, axes, axes, guns and other weapons outside the shop.
In addition to weapons, there were also There are many farm tools.
From time to time, banging sounds could be heard in the patio behind the blacksmith shop.
Zhao Ziliang and Chu Ge walked into the patio and saw a strong man with his back to the door beating a red-hot iron rod.
"Fu Kun" Chu Ge shouted.
When the blacksmith Fu Kun heard the sound, he didn't stop his hands.
He turned around and saw Chu Ge, with a smile on his face.
Zhao Ziliang saw that although Fu Kun was not tall, he was as strong as an ox.
He was forging bare-chested on such a cold day, and the muscles on his arms were all strong.
He looked like a strong man.
Fu Kun's appearance still basically retains Han characteristics, but he also looks very similar to a Sogdian.
"Fu Kun, this is my general" Fu Kun glanced at Zhao Ziliang and said nothing, then continued to hammer until the iron rod on the pliers was hammered flat.
This process took almost a quarter of an hour.
After all the hammered iron pieces had cooled down, he continued to throw them into the charcoal fire.
Burning, he turned around and knelt down to salute Zhao Ziliang.
"The villain Fu Kun has met the general" Zhao Ziliang quickly supported him and said, "No need to be polite."
Zhao Ziliang looked at Fu Kun and said: "Fu Kun, using your skills to make farm tools here is really unqualified.
My general's soldiers will need sharp weapons, and the army of the Tang Dynasty will also need sharp weapons.
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You are a blacksmith, so You should be the best blacksmith.
Forging weapons is your specialty.
Use ordinary The best blacksmith is the one who can forge magical weapons with ordinary iron.
If you are willing to follow me, with my current rights, I can make you an eighth-grade official, the same level as all the lower county magistrates in the Tang Dynasty.
If In the future, if my general’s position increases, I can let you become a seventh-grade or even sixth-grade officer, how about?”
Fu Kun's eyes lit up, "Seriously" Zhao Ziliang said: "A gentleman's words are hard to catch up with."
Fu Kun immediately agreed: "Okay, the villain agrees":