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As soon as Chen De heard this, he knew everything about his private meeting with Huang Wen. Maybe the sound was made by Lu Ying. However, since he had to endure it until now, he saw that there was still room for trouble, so he stopped pretending to be stupid and bowed directly: "I wonder what Brother Lu has to do?"

Lu Ying smiled faintly: "You are such a brave person. What can I teach you? It's just a reminder to not destroy your future and make yourself misleading others."

Chen De knew that Lu Ying's literary and martial arts were the best choices, and he was also a heroic person, and he loved to stand up for justice. He was a strange man. He said in a deep voice: "I will not hide it from Brother Lu, I have had a marriage contract for a long time, and I will not let each other down in this life. I hope Brother Lu will fulfill it." As he said that, he bowed and fell to the ground.

Lu Ying hurriedly avoided his tribute and sighed, "It seems that you are deeply trampling on the sea of ​​suffering and are stubborn." He turned around and left, chanting while walking, "Those who know me say I am worried, and those who don't know me say I want." He pulled out an iron flute from his waist, and what he blew out was a song of flowing mountains and flowing water.

Seeing that Lu Ying's attitude seemed to stop asking about this, Chen De was secretly happy and walked back to the banquet quickly, and wanted to pass the pen and ink, spread the white paper, and wrote a poem from later generations: "I live on the head of the Yangtze River, and you live on the tail of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day but don't see you, and drink the Yangtze River water together. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred be gone. I just hope that your heart is like my heart and will not let down my lovesickness."

Although Chen De's calligraphy is not very good at writing, he still signed his name at the end. He knew that this lyrics would eventually be kept by Huang Wen. Then, when she saw this lyrics, she understood her feelings again.

Li Yu was very happy to see this poem and specially gave him a glass of wine, which caused many civil officials who were inclined to come up to congratulate him. Chen De and they were ruthless and found a reason to leave first. Before leaving, they bowed deeply to the ground in the direction where Lu Ying stood. Lu Ying was holding the cup and drinking it himself, but he didn't know if he saw it.

Chen De had just stepped into his own gate, and Li Si, who had been guarding the door, stepped forward to report: "Sir, the Hu Shang you are familiar with has been waiting in the mansion for a long time." He looked around and approached Chen De and whispered softly: "He also brought some things, saying that he had promised to owe you earlier."

Chen De smiled and said, "It's just right. Before Jinling cleared the siege, there must be a few bad battles to fight. Let's see what treasures this old man brings to us?" At this time, it was only a few months before the 5,000-pound iron transaction with Kang Qudagan. He actually got this thing back from India, which surprised Chen De secretly. His evaluation of Kang Qudagan, the tenth-century international trader, was a little higher.

When he stepped into the flower hall, he saw Kang Qu Dagan sitting on a chair and enjoying tea. He looked at a Sogdian child who happened to be on duty. The man was named Shi Yuanguang, the eldest son of an old shopkeeper of Kang Qu Dagan. Before he came here, he was also a man among the Sogdians. In the past, Shi Yuanguang would always smile and say hello when he saw Kang Qu Dagan. At this moment, because he was on duty, he didn't say a word, and just stood upright in the hall with his chest, all thinking that it was another guest who came to visit Chen De.

Kang Qu Dagan nodded in his heart. What he cared about was not the results of the training of these hundred Sogdian children, but Chen De, a person who was not selfless and petty. Shortly after Shi Yuanguang handed over to Chen De, he had already vaguely an inviolable demeanor of a fierce soldier. It was no different from Chen De's other personal soldiers at first glance. It seemed that Chen De was indeed training them carefully, and did not look at him differently because they were Sogdians and would leave him in the future.

"Old Kang Qu Dagan, how many precious iron have you brought me this time?" Chen De greeted him with a smile, opened his arms and hugged Kang Qu Dagan according to the Sogdian etiquette.

Kang Qu Dagan also stood up from the chair with a smile, hugged Chen De before saying loudly: "The old Sogdians have almost done their property in Jinling. They will set out to Guangzhou tomorrow and see General Chen before leaving." He pointed to the ten black wooden boxes next to the flower hall, and said with a smile: "After agreeing with General Chen that day, I immediately notified the shopkeepers of each port to send people to take the nearest ship to Tianzhu to buy iron. Unexpectedly, a batch of things happened to come from the sea and were originally going to transport them to Khitan. Old Sogdian knew that General Chen was in a hurry to use it, so he immediately asked for it and transported it here first. Look, the number was a little smaller, only five hundred kilograms." Then he took Chen De to the wooden boxes and signaled the guy to open the wooden boxes.

"Five hundred kilograms are less, but I'll get your love. If you run to Guangzhou, you still owe me 4,000 kilograms of iron, don't be able to pay the debt. Otherwise, when the Song army retreats and you want to go back to Jinling, I'll settle the score with you." Chen De smiled and joked with him, watching Kang Qudagan's guy pried the box open with a hard lattice stick. This is the legendary Uzi Steel. I don't know if two kilograms of steel are enough to a two-foot-long steel spearhead. Five hundred kilograms of steel can just create 250 spearheads, but they are not enough to arm their own military camp. Thinking of this, two words popped up in Chen De's mind, hating him for a few.

However, as the box cover was pried open, the guy pulled open the dry palm leaves and reed poles on the surface with his hands, and Chen De's eyes completely straightened. The box was not filled with iron bars, but with a good steel knife with a dazzling pattern.

Chen De walked forward with a quick step, picked up a knife and looked at it carefully. He saw that the knife was in the shape of a scimitar, nearly four feet long, weighing about five kilograms. The blade was covered with various patterns, like flowing clouds and water, and it was extremely wonderful. At first glance, it was a treasure knife that had been made by countless efforts. Chen De turned around and looked at Kang Qu Dagan and asked, "Old Kang, is this the case?"

Kang Qu Dagan smiled slightly and reached out to take out a scimitar from the box. Although he was very old and his hair and beard were gray, once he picked up the steel knife, he gave people a feeling of being stronger and stronger. He gently flicked the back of the knife, closed his eyes slightly and listened to the buzzing sound of the trembling of the blade, and laughed: "These steel knives are made of iron made of iron in the best craftsmen in Samarkand. Each stern weighs five kilograms. Here is ten boxes, a total of ten boxes of five hundred kilograms of iron. I still owed General Chen 4,000 kilograms of iron."

"What?" Chen De could hardly believe his ears, and blurted out the familiar title of Persian swords of his era: "You said this is a Damascus sword?"

"How can the swordsman in Damascus compare with our Samarkand people?" Kang Qudagan looked at Chen De with some dissatisfaction, as if in order to prove the correctness of his words, he took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and threw it into the air. The knife in his hand waved it hard and cut the silk into two pieces. The silk seemed to have not been hit at all, and the two pieces still slowly landed on the ground at the original speed.

The Persian sword worth a thousand gold is far more expensive than the unprocessed iron. Kang Qudagan actually takes a hundred knots at one time. He has a lot of money and must ask for something. Chen De still knows this simple truth. He looked at Kang Qudagan's wrinkled smiley face, thinking in his heart what he had that the old Sogdian wanted to calculate, and asked with a smile: "Old Kang, you can think it is iron, but I can't ignore it as a sword. As the saying goes, you have short hands and soft mouths. When you give such generous things, what are your requirements for me?"

Kang Quda put the knife in the box neatly and neatly, making Chen De suspect that he might have earned the first pot of gold before being a businessman, and then he stood up and bowed: "I want General Chen to hand over all these scimitars to the children of our tribe under the general's command. If the general agrees, next time I will offer five hundred of the same steel knives as iron to pay off the debt." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Shi Yuanguang's breathing beside him become heavy. Such a treasure knife was something that these elite children of Sogdian could not wear.

"Absolutely not." Chen De's answer was free. He looked at Kang Qu Dagan with a little sympathy and explained: "My brothers in the army, I have always treated them equally, and I will never be different because they are alien races. If this time it changes because of your hundred swords and makes the brothers in the army live together, wouldn't it be because of the small loss of the big."

Kang Qu Dagan smiled awkwardly and said, "It's because Old Sogdian is so cautious," he paused and asked, "I wonder how the general plans to distribute these steel knives?"

"According to the rules of the army, it is naturally a competition to grab swords." Chen De smiled. This method is the simplest and most practical. He had already thought clearly just now that the scimitar weapon is not suitable for the tactical system he was preparing to adopt in the army. It can only be used as a portable weapon for brave warriors. To be practical, it is better to give himself a thousand kilograms of iron to create a spearhead that is enough to arm a battalion. However, these Persian swords are really good. Chen De thought about it while greedily admiring the beautiful patterns on the steel knife in his hand. If he hadn't been considering Kang Qu Dagan was next to him, he would have danced in this flower hall first.

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