Insufficient balance

  Informed readers certainly know that silly Zhao Fu Bo really bought a treasure this time.

  But let's just not tell him, I reckon even if we told that silly kid, he probably wouldn't understand anyway!

  In his heart he had lost the bet and was willing to admit defeat, so he got a teacher!

  And this teacher's requirements were quite high, he not only asked to hire that John to serve him, but also bought two strong Mamluks to push his own wooden wheelchair.

  At this moment, Zhao Fubo had two strange-looking large vehicles in the team following him.

  It was drawn by four horses and the driver looked like an English longbowman.

  In the wars against the Crusaders, many such Arabs were captured. They were no wealthier than the knightly lords and could not afford to ransom themselves, so they would often be sold into slavery in Arab lands.

  Two carriages were equipped with four English longbowmen. Judging from the number of slaves he owned, Zhao Fubo had really made a fortune. Otherwise, where would he have gotten the money to buy so many things?

  Actually, that money doesn't belong to him yet, but just you wait...

  Shu Yiner jumped down from her own car and stared at those two strange-looking large cars.

  Why are those two cars strange? Because just looking at the shape, this thing can't make people think it's a horse-drawn carriage. At least compared to the horse-drawn carriages that could be seen in the Middle East at that time, such a horse-drawn carriage is indeed a bit strange.

  The doors of these two carriages open on the side, and if you look closely, you will find that these seemingly decent wooden boards are just some wooden frames with a layer of canvas nailed on them. (Canvas has a very long history, it was widely used as early as ancient Roman times.)

  When the door is opened, it will be found that not only is there a very good bed inside, but also two hanging cabinets are suspended above both ends of the bed. Even the dust on both sides of the bed is isolated by gauze, and such a car can actually travel comfortably lying down.

  At this time, Shu Yu'er had already understood the reason why Zhao Fu Bo had just opened her car's top cover, but it was just to show off the travel car he had built for her.

  "Zhao Er Lang, have you gone mad? Do you know how much it costs to build a horse carriage? You destroyed one with just one shot... And how much money do you have? You bought two carriages at once..."

  Shu Yiner spoke quickly and crisply, as if popping beans, each word jumping out one after another. It also made people admire how she could be so eloquent to this extent.

  Old Martin, who was sitting in one of the carts, was lifted down from it by two mamelukes and cried out twice at the sight.

  "Yu'er girl...... Yu'er girl......"

  Shu Yu'er had already stirred up some flames and pulled her sleeves in, apparently the anger from this morning's incident hadn't dissipated yet.

  "Nothing to do with you, our matter will be discussed later. Let me scold him a couple more times, otherwise I'm afraid he won't remember the lesson!"

  At this moment, Erlang Fubo, who had just held up his big gun, faced the attack of four Ma Mu Ke cavalrymen with no fear at all. He lowered his head, as if he were a defeated quail.

  "Ah, Ah Yu'er girl, I must make it clear, that money..."

  Old Martin thought: "That money isn't Zhao Fu's, it's mine. If I leave in the future, that money will have to be taken away!"

  What he didn't expect was that Shu Yiner's words left him no room for argument. By the time he came to his senses, it had already ended like this.

  "I know, Teacher Martin, you can make money! But you don't have any relatives, just this one unworthy student. In the future, won't everything belong to this good-for-nothing? If he's still like this in the future, wouldn't that be a spoiled brat? That's probably not what you're hoping for, Mr. Martin. So I'm scolding him, but it's not all for your sake!"

  Old Martin slowly figured out that this was not a scolding of Zhao Fu, but rather putting the money from his own pocket into Zhao Fu's.

  If this little girl is allowed to speak again, I'm afraid only these old bones will be left, and even if that's the case, she'll probably still manage to squeeze out two taels of oil.

  "I understand, I understand... but what about the money..."

  At this time, Shu Yu'er simply ignored Martin, who was still sitting in a wheelchair and yelling, but instead called out to Zhao Fu Bo, who was still riding his horse with his head almost lower than the horse's head.

  "Hey, I'm telling you, this lazy guy, just look at how Teacher Martin has spent money and taught you skills to help you succeed. How much heart has he put into it? You should get off your high horse and show some gratitude, otherwise, where will you find such a good teacher in the future?"

  A few minutes later, Zhao Fubo made a formal bow of three kneels and nine knocks, from then on he officially became Martin's apprentice. Since Master Martin was alone, his silver naturally also became Zhao Fubo's silver.

  After bidding farewell to her master, Shu Yu'er pulled Zhao Fu-bo towards her own carriage, scolding him as they walked.

  "Look at what you've done! You've ruined someone else's carriage. You're going to have to pay for this, you can't just welch on the debt!"

  Martin watched the two leave with wide eyes, and he really had a look of wanting to cry but having no tears. He looked at the people beside him with some confusion.

  Mu Ke's face was clearly written with helplessness, knowing that the old Martin he was used to understood that it would be easier to kill him than to get a word out of his mouth. Therefore, he didn't expect him to say anything either.

  Little John shrugged and said in English a British proverb.

  "Let the cat out of the bag! (This phrase means an unexpected but usually unpleasant discovery, often referring to a swindler in the UK) I don't think you or that what's-his-name, Wu Bo, are her match!"

  Old Martin looked at Little John with some surprise and asked in a strange tone.

  "What? Are you her opponent?"

  Unexpectedly, Little John actually gave him a very feminine glance. He raised his head and followed behind Shu Yiner and Zhao Fubo.

  Old Martin raised his head, gazed at the sky where the sun had already radiated its heat, shook his head and sighed.

  "Oh heavens, I've had the misfortune of crossing paths with such a woman! My God, what have I done wrong that you're tormenting me like this?!"

  As the sun rose higher and higher, people in the camp outside the city gradually left Ziyun Villa.

  Some people loaded empty carts with full loads of gold, while others brought even more goods.

  Like others, Zhao Fubo also left with his own small team. Now his team is much larger than when he came.

  Four English longbowmen sat on the cart, two mamluks bought especially to push the cart for old Martin, and Zhao Fubo and Muk rode horses together.

  To everyone's surprise, little John also rode a horse and followed in the procession. The rest of the people sat on two large carts, and the group seemed to have much more enthusiasm than before.

  Their horses were swift and their carriages were fast, they raised a cloud of dust as they sped towards their next destination - Yulin Village.

  However, they did not know that as they set off on their journey home, Hassan with a curly mustache was standing on the high city wall of Ziyun Manor, watching the horse team in the distance and releasing a carrier pigeon from its cage into the sky.

  Watching the carrier pigeon swiftly sweep across the vast land and fly towards its destination, Hassan turned his face back.

  Standing beside him was precisely Zhao Xu, who had changed into a new set of clothes that looked crisp and refreshing, without the slightest hint of having wet his pants. In his hand, he still held a folding fan, which at this moment was spinning non-stop like a windmill in his grasp.

  "Master, I've already sent word to your family about your return journey using a carrier pigeon. Master, please hurry up and set off as well. If you miss the timing, you might just miss the night's lodging!"

  Zhao Xu, relying on his fast horse, naturally ignored Hassan's warning and casually raised a hand in greeting to Hassan.

  "Don't trouble yourself, Master Bao, let's part ways for now and meet again next year!"

  He dismounted the city gate, rode his white horse with a large ticket of Mamluk bodyguards, and several big cars purchased goods here, went out of the purple cloud villa's gate and left.

  At this time, Hassan was still standing on the city wall, looking far away at the two teams of people and horses departing. At this time, a sleek Mamluk behind him took off a long tube from his body.

  Hassan took the long tube and, as was his habit before using it, glanced at the two teams of people in the distance, muttering some incomprehensible words to himself.

  "A young eagle growing up, if it has an assistant, that's really a terrible thing!"

  He put down the long tube in his hand and suddenly it was a monocular telescope.

  Two simple pieces of glass and a simple cylinder became the most primitive telescope. It was this most primitive telescope that triggered a buying frenzy early this morning.

  According to the small shop responsible for making this thing, they have signed a contract. From now on, every time they make a telescope, they will pay 1 Dirham (silver coin) to Old Martin.

  Just this morning, as Hassan knew, several hundred had already been sold.

  Is it too early for binoculars to appear at this time?

  Around 1000 BC, China was already producing colourless glass. In the 12th century, commodity glass appeared and began to become a material of industry. By 1291, Italy's glass manufacturing technology had become very advanced.

  As for these things, our Erlang has no interest in them at all.

  What he's interested in is riding his beloved little black coal car, speeding through this endless world made of sand, which is the most refreshing and enjoyable thing for him.

  Before he could enjoy this delightful thing, he still had to be careful in front of Shu Yu'er and listen to her nagging.

  "Hey, Erlang, that Martin teacher of yours is really something. He made so much money with such a small trick!"

  Shu Yiner leaned against the bedside, with a small table in front of her holding several fresh fruits. However, her hand was grasping the rope connected to Zhao Fubo's reins, as if she feared he would run away.

  "That's to say, I really admire him. Such a simple thing, how come I didn't think of it! I originally thought he was going to be a cartwright or a woodworker, and I just thought he wanted to make a fortune with carts. Who would have thought that using a bamboo tube and two pieces of glass could create something so useful? Yu'er, you don't know, if the telescope were used in battle, it would be extremely good!"

  Yuwen wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with him, but as soon as he started talking about fighting and martial arts again, her face fell and she gave him a cold look.

  "Fight and practice martial arts? I think you'd better focus on studying hard for your exams, young man!"

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