Chapter 427: Gift Assassin
After receiving Yang Zhengshan's instructions, Luo Shang immediately took Luo Zhen to the glass workshop. When he saw the exquisite glass ornaments, he was so shocked that he almost couldn't breathe.
"My goodness, the Marquis is going to make a fortune!"
Scarcity makes things valuable; exquisiteness makes things valuable!
Glass ornaments are more exquisite than colored glaze, easier to shape than ceramics, more dazzling than stone carvings, and larger than jade. As decorations, glass products have many advantages.
The most important thing is that there are no glass ornaments here. As long as Yang Zhengshan is willing, he can bargain for the price of a glass ornament to be several thousand or even tens of thousands of taels of silver.
But that takes a lot of time and effort, and some bad people.
Once glass workshops start large-scale production, the price of glass ornaments will quickly come down.
If there is only one, it is a rare treasure, but if there are thousands or tens of thousands, or even an endless supply, they are just ordinary ornaments.
Now the production is insufficient, so the price can be higher, but once the production increases, the price of glass ornaments will definitely drop.
Yang Zhengshan is not a businessman, so he will not hoard rare goods. What he wants is to sell in large quantities, not at high prices.
Therefore, the price of the first batch of glass ornaments was determined according to size, with larger ones costing several hundred taels and smaller ones costing dozens of taels.
But even so, the profits are still exaggerated.
As mentioned before, the cost of making glass ornaments is lower than that of making lenses. Lenses have too high requirements for transparency, and the yield rate has never been improved. Even if glass ornaments have some flaws, it actually does not have much impact.
Of course, the price of the defective one will definitely be cheaper.
On that day, Luo Shang asked him to take away a thousand glass ornaments, and at the same time Yang Zhengshan sent someone to deliver a hundred glass ornaments to Kyoto, along with the glass production technology and his plan to make money.
But this time he gave it to the Crown Prince, not to Emperor Taiping.
Emperor Chengping's health was getting weaker and weaker. It was said that he was in a coma for six or seven days some time ago.
Obviously, Emperor Chengping can no longer interfere in state affairs, and Yang Zhengshan may want to try to win the favor of the prince.
We also need to build relationships with the future new emperor!
I believe the prince will like this gift.
The glass manufacturing process is not the key; Yang Zhengshan’s money-making plan is the key.
The court was short of money, and the prince was even more short of silver. Yang Zhengshan's plan to make money using glass was definitely a great gift to the prince.
After dealing with the glass issue, Yang Zhengshan went to the training ground of Zhenbiaoying to take a look.
The training of the Zhenbiao Battalion is currently divided into two parts. One part is the soldiers from the original Zhenbiao Fifth Battalion. These soldiers defected before the battle. Their combat effectiveness is not bad, but it still does not meet Yang Zhengshan’s standards. They need to undergo complete basic training and actual combat training, which will be carried out by each of the Zhenbiao Fifth Battalion.
The second part is the newly recruited soldiers. These newly recruited soldiers are teenagers between the ages of sixteen and twenty. They start training from scratch and need to go through a three-month probation period. If they pass the assessment, they will be assigned to the fifth battalion of the town flag.
Yang Zhengshan rode his horse to the camp outside the city. This camp was the original camp of Zhenbiao Zuoying, which was also the camp where Zhou Lan was located before. It was very close to Linguan Fort.
But now it has become a training ground for the Zhenbiao Camp.
Entering the camp and looking at the soldiers in training, Yang Zhengshan's face became solemn.
At this time, the soldiers were training in weapons and riding skills, including spearmen, sword and shield soldiers, archers, cavalry, etc.
An instructor walked among the students with a stick in his hand. If anyone did not perform well, they would hit him with the stick without hesitation.
By now, the military training under Yang Zhengshan has already formed a complete and systematic training process.
The veterans of the former Tenglongwei Fifth Army Battalion were already familiar with this training process.
"Greetings to the Marquis!"
Not long after Yang Zhengshan entered the training ground, Song Dashan came over on horseback.
"How is it? How many of this batch of soldiers can pass the test?" Yang Zhengshan asked as he walked towards the barracks behind the parade ground.
"I plan to select three thousand people from them!" said Song Dashan.
Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly. Selecting three thousand people from five thousand people, the elimination rate is not high.
But this is normal. Although his requirements for selecting soldiers are strict, he actually selects them after the soldiers have been nourished by the spiritual spring water.
Therefore, the selection process is very strict, but as long as they can complete the basic training, most soldiers can pass the test.
Then Yang Zhengshan asked about the training situation and let Song Dashan get busy.
He ran to a well in the camp and sat for a while.
He would sit here for a while every time he came, and for this purpose he even had a pavilion built here.
The reason for sitting here for a while is naturally to add spiritual spring water into the well.
Now it is impossible for him to go to the kitchen to add spiritual spring water. There are more than 5,000 people and more than a dozen kitchens responsible for meals. He can't check them one by one.
It is also impossible to add spiritual spring water to every well. There are even more wells in the camp, dozens of them.
Therefore, he could only choose a well and then pour a large amount of spiritual spring water into it, affecting the groundwater in the surrounding area.
Yes, it is so luxurious and wasteful.
There was nothing that could be done about it. Fortunately, he now had enough spiritual spring water and was not afraid of wasting it.
He did the same not only in this camp, but also in other camps in the marquis' mansion.
To be honest, what he did would most likely change the water quality of the entire Chongshan Pass groundwater, but he didn't care about that.
The spiritual spring water is for people to drink. Whether it is for soldiers to drink it or for civilians to drink it, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, it is not a bad thing.
After staying for about half an hour, Yang Zhengshan ran to the camp in the east to check it out. He did the same thing and stayed for another half an hour before returning to the city.
However, after returning to the city, he did not return home immediately, but went to the barracks in the city, found a well and filled it with spiritual spring water.
Every three or four days, he would take two hours to make a round like this, nominally to inspect the barracks and training conditions, but in reality it was to fill the well with spiritual spring water.
Everyone is used to his style of doing things, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with it.
When Yang Zhengshan returned home, it was already dusk. The sky had darkened and the sunset glow in the west was gradually dissipating.
The nights in Chongshan Pass in May are very quiet. There is neither the hustle and bustle of a downtown city nor the noise of summer insects chirping at night. The gentle warm breeze passes through the branches and leaves, carrying the faint fragrance of grass and trees, making the quiet night more comfortable and warm.
Outside the Marquis' Mansion, an old man with disheveled hair and loose clothes staggered over. He looked up at the magnificent Marquis' Mansion and grinned, revealing two rows of big yellow teeth.
Not far away, Kou Rong hid in the shadow of the corner, "Master Dongge, please be careful, the guards of the Marquis' Mansion are very alert!"
The old man in front of him was none other than Gu Yunjian.
Gu Yunjian didn't pay any attention to Kou Rong's reminder. He jumped into the air with a graceful figure and landed on the roof of the mansion. He stepped on the bricks and treetops, and like a night owl, he flew across the starry sky and went straight into the depths of the mansion.
……
There was no sign of Yang Zhengshan in the bedroom. He had already entered the Lingquan space to farm.
More than ten days have passed, and the Lingquan space is still the same as before. The middle area is still full of lush flowers and plants, and the surrounding area is still bare black land. However, a decent farmyard has appeared on the hillside.
At this time, Yang Zhengshan was busy brewing wine. Yes, he was busy brewing wine.
He filled large jars with sorghum, medicinal herbs, fruits and flowers, including herbal wine, peach blossom wine, apricot blossom wine and various fruit wines, and then moved them to the newly built wooden shed.
He did not dig a cellar this time. He had dug a cellar before to save space, but now there was no need for him to dig a cellar again. Anyway, the space was big enough and there was no need to save as before.
Although the surrounding land was still bare, Yang Zhengshan had already sown seeds all over it. All he had to do next was wait for the seeds to germinate and grow. Yang Zhengshan didn't need to do anything else. After a while of busy work, just as Yang Zhengshan was about to go see if the tea trees were ready to be picked, he suddenly heard a subtle sound in his ears.
Although he was in the space, his perception of the outside world was not blocked.
He could still hear clearly all the noises from the outside world.
Hearing the noise outside, Yang Zhengshan was slightly stunned, but then frowned.
How dare someone sneak into the Marquis’ Mansion?
Do you want to stop living?
I still feel like he can't lift the gun anymore!
……
The crescent moon is like a hook, the stars are twinkling, and the flickering candlelight can hardly resist the engulfment of the night.
Gu Yunjian's lightness skill was very powerful. He could easily jump more than ten feet high. His movements were as ghostly as a ghost, making it difficult to detect.
But he still underestimated the guards of the Marquis' Mansion. When he crossed the front yard and was about to pass through the inner gate, a cold shout suddenly rang out.
"who!"
Then a figure appeared on the roof of Naiyi Gate.
Wu Zhan narrowed his eyes and stared at the unkempt old man approaching him.
He was on duty tonight. To be honest, no one had ever broken into the Yang family's mansion over the years, and the guards inside the mansion had been somewhat slack.
However, there is another reason for this, that is, many of the servants of the Yang family are sharp-eyed and sharp-eared warriors, and it is almost impossible to enter the Yang family quietly.
Gu Yunjian’s Qinggong skills are very powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, he cannot fly.
As long as he can't fly, as long as he needs a place to gain leverage, it will inevitably cause some slight noise.
This tiny noise could hardly escape the ears of everyone in the Yang family.
Yang Zhengshan's hearing is far superior to that of ordinary people. Similarly, the guards and servants who have been nourished by the spiritual spring water for several years also have hearing abilities far superior to that of ordinary people.
Needless to say, Wu Zhan's hearing is good. He is not as good as Yang Zhengshan now, but he is definitely as good as Yang Zhengshan five or six years ago.
Looking at the stumbling block that suddenly appeared, Gu Yunjian was not surprised at all. Instead, he grinned and said, "Little brother, don't stick your head out rashly when you encounter something, otherwise you will die miserably!"
As soon as the words fell, a snow-white sword edge suddenly appeared.
Wu Zhan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his feet stepped heavily on the bricks and tiles almost instinctively, and then the whole person flew backwards.
His reaction was quick, but still a little slower than the edge of Gu Yun Sword.
The sword slashed across, and a bright bead of blood bloomed from his chest.
However, Gu Yunjian showed a look of surprise.
This sword didn't accomplish its full purpose?
Although Wu Zhan was injured, it was only a scratch on his flesh.
Wu Zhan fell heavily onto the bluestone road inside the Inner Ceremonial Gate, looking at Gu Yunjian with horror in his eyes.
Just one move almost killed him instantly!
Such strength is definitely not the ninth level of the acquired realm, but at least half a step into the innate realm.
Now he has reached the eighth level of acquired cultivation. Although there is still a long way to go before reaching the ninth level, he is confident that he can fight with a warrior at the ninth level for dozens of rounds.
Obviously, facing Gu Yunjian, he had no chance of fighting for dozens of rounds.
Wu Zhan's fall attracted the attention of other guards.
"An assassin has entered the house!"
Dang Dang Dang~~
Soon, bursts of noise were heard in the marquis's mansion, and a large number of guards began to rush towards the inner ceremonial gate.
But in just a moment, the inner ceremonial gate was surrounded and no one could get in or out.
Seeing this, Gu Yunjian's expression couldn't help but become a little gloomy.
He had anticipated that he would be surrounded by the guards of the Marquis' Mansion, but that was after he met Yang Zhengshan.
But now he was surrounded by the guards of the Marquis' Mansion before he even entered the backyard of the Mansion.
Thinking of Kou Rong's reminder just now, Gu Yunjian felt a sharp pain on his old face.
Wu Zhan got up from the ground and looked at his chest stained with blood.
"Are you okay?" Ding Qiu asked in a deep voice.
Ding Qiu was sleeping in his yard. When he heard the gong, he hurried over. Seeing that Wu Zhan's chest was covered in blood, he became worried.
"It's okay! It's just a minor injury. This person is extremely powerful and might be a half-step innate expert!" Wu Zhan said.
Ding Qiu's expression froze when he heard this.
Half a step to innateness!
In the entire marquis's mansion, no, it should be the entire Chongshan Pass, only Yang Zhengshan can handle it.
If the soldiers were allowed to surround and capture them, the casualties would be incalculable.
At this time, the noise from the Marquis' Mansion had attracted the attention of the patrolling soldiers in the city, and a large number of soldiers were gathering towards the Mansion.
What a joke!
The Marquis' Mansion encountered an assassin, which simply shows the incompetence of the entire Zhenbiao Camp.
The North City is an important place for government offices at all levels, and most of the residents are officials and soldiers, and the Zhenbiao Camp is responsible for guarding the city.
In addition to the Zhenbiao Camp, next to the Marquis' Mansion is Yang Zhengshan's personal guard camp.
Dang Dang Dang~~
There was a knock on the side door of the Marquis's mansion.
"Commander Luo Jinsong of the Royal Guard Battalion, please come and guard the Marquis's Mansion!" Luo Jinsong shouted while standing outside the door.
With a creak, the side door of the Marquis's mansion opened a crack. The guard behind the door glanced at Luo Jinsong and his personal guards before opening the heavy wooden door completely.
Luo Jinsong, dressed in a black suit, with his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, led a group of personal guards into the marquis' mansion.
"Where is the assassin?"
"Neiyi Gate!" the guard of the Marquis' Mansion responded.
Luo Jinsong nodded slightly and trotted towards the inner ceremonial gate.
Gu Yunjian looked at the increasing number of guards and soldiers gathering together, and his face looked a little grim. However, he did not run away, but looked around coldly.
He was waiting for Yang Zhengshan.
The purpose of his coming here tonight was to meet Yang Zhengshan.
If only Wu Zhan discovered him, he would kill him without hesitation, but now he was surrounded and there was no need to hide his tracks.
(End of this chapter)