Farmer of Shu Han

The reason why a strong man is a strong man is because it sets a very high standard and requirement for the latecomers:

It almost expanded its territory to the limit that the feudal dynasty could expand, and it still governed directly.

Jiuzhen, Rinan, and Jiaozhi were too far away from the Central Plains in ancient times.

When the country is strong, it has enough power to bring them into the scope of governance.

The country's national strength is weak, and these places are the easiest to break away from the Central Plains regime and stand on their own.

Or when meeting some short-sighted guy, he waved his hand and said extremely generously:

A land of barbarians, a waste of money and food, no more!

Little do they know that this seems to save a momentary matter, but it will leave a huge hidden danger for future generations.

Because these places have long accepted the enlightenment of Han culture.

If we follow the laws of history, or the latecomers can gain some momentum, we will maintain governance of these places step by step.

These places will gradually become Han places.

What I am afraid of is getting started, or giving up halfway through governance.

In these places, without the continuous influence of the Central Plains culture, but they were enlightened early, they will either gradually form their own independent culture, or they will be influenced by others to become other cultures.

Over time, it will become "not my race".

The ancestors warned long ago: "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different."

You are generous and kind, and you are still moving yourself. "Not my race", I will not appreciate you, and I am always waiting for an opportunity to bite off a piece of fat from you.

Those with bigger appetites simply want to devour you directly.

This can be described as "the predecessors are generous, and the future generations suffer."

So, as a predecessor, if you can work hard, you should try your best.

Just like someone Feng, whenever he seized the opportunity, he worked hard on the barbarian girl Hualan.

As a result, Hua Xiaowu had no energy all over his body, so he could only lie lazily on the table and didn't want to move, let alone resist or anything.

The refreshed Feng Da Sima sat back on his seat like a dog, and took back "Mrs. Funan" which had been pulled to the corner of the desk.

Patted with one hand, still like a dead fish not wanting to move Hua Xiaowu:

"Come down when you have a rest, don't let someone come in at that time."

Although the door was closed, Mrs. Left and Right would not necessarily knock on the door.

Hua Xiaowu groaned and chirped a few times before lazily getting up.

After tidying up her body indiscriminately, Hua Xiaowu leaned over, put her arms around Feng's neck, and said in a tired voice:

"Ah Lang, how many days will it take to revise this book?"

At this time, Mr. Feng is an upright gentleman, sitting upright, with only books and no beauty in his eyes:

"If you do this again, it will only delay more time."

When Hua Xiaowu heard this, she was furious!

Who was as unforgiving as an animal just now?

Want to turn your face and deny people now?

"I'm going to tell my husband-in-law that you deliberately bullied me here, and lied to me that it's interesting!"

When Feng Da Sima heard it, he was immediately shocked:

"Why are you like this? I'm joking with you. Don't worry, you'll be fine in a few days."

This book was originally prepared for Sun Quan.

It has been deliberately revised when I wrote it.

Now it is enough to change some place names and people's names again.

The only troublesome thing is that after the modification, it has to be rewritten on the leather, and then it has to be old to have a sense of age.

After all, if it doesn't match the previous two books, it's easy to get lost.

Hearing this, Hua Xiaowu smiled with satisfaction:

"Thank you, Aaron."

Saying that, she leaned over and kissed her, and then continued cheerfully:

"That concubine will immediately arrange people and make them ready at any time. As long as Alang's side is ready, let them go immediately."

"So impatient?" Feng Da Sima was shocked when he heard the words, "It will definitely be winter after it is done, will there be time?"

"What's too late?" Hua Xiaowu waved his hands nonchalantly, "Such a major event should be done sooner, so you can rest assured."

"Besides, it's not like Guanzhong over there. It still snows in winter. There's no such thing as winter there."

"There's none?"

"Even if there is, it's not too cold in winter, it doesn't matter."

Hua Xiaowu said, then leaned over and kissed again:

"Alang will worry more about this book, and I will go wash myself first."

Feng Da Sima shook his head in disgust, and said "Hey":

"Go, go, it smells like raw chestnuts!"

"snort!"

Hua Xiaowu glared at him angrily, then turned and left.

August is Weiyang, September grants clothes.

In September in Chang'an, the autumn is high and crisp, which makes Feng Da Sima feel refreshed.

And at the foot of Yinshan Mountain in the north of Chang'an, there is already a slight chill from time to time.

The Yin Mountains can't completely block the northwest wind blowing from the desert in the north - in the desert in September, the northwest wind has appeared occasionally.

Although it is not very cold, you need to add a thicker coat in the morning and evening.

Dahe Workshop dug a new channel, and then dug a reservoir at the end of the channel—in fact, it is almost the same as a lake.

The lake is divided into three openings, one flows back to the big river, one diverts to other places, and one goes directly to a certain smelting workshop.

At this time, the smelting workshop was emitting billowing black smoke.

In the workshop, a water drainage system improved by the prime minister's wife drives several linked giant iron hammer heads, which are constantly going up and down, beating the iron embryo automatically with a "boom, bang, bang" and sparks are flying everywhere.

The craftsman standing in front adjusted the iron materials with ease, making them gradually become what he wanted.

In the pre-Han period, the Central Plains had already used primitive blast furnaces to make iron, and this was the basis for forging hundreds of steelmaking.

In the later years of the Later Han Dynasty, there was the method of pouring steel.

In Ji Han, smelting has further developed.

Feng has invested a lot of manpower and material resources, coupled with the strong support of the prime minister's wife and Pu Yuan.

The creative combination of blast furnace, water row, blower, etc. finally allowed Ji Han's weapons and armor to make a further leap in both quality and quantity.

And the hydraulic forging hammer in front of him uses the improved water row to forge better quality steel.

Most importantly, this method liberates a lot of labor.

There is no longer a need for a large number of young and strong laborers to beat iron materials continuously with a sledgehammer as before.

Even an old and frail craftsman can easily use hydraulic machinery to produce a piece of qualified iron.

Moreover, using hydraulic forging, a hammer head larger than a head is obviously more efficient than a craftsman's sledgehammer.

This is exactly what Jiuyuan, whose labor force is not rich, needs most.

"Boom!"

With the final blow of the big hammer on the far side, the craftsman stretched out his hand, grabbed a handle on the side, and pulled it upwards forcefully.

There was only a series of ear-piercing rubbing sounds, and the big hammer stopped.

"Lang Jun, it's all right."

Forged iron, or possibly steel, was quickly drawn out.

A few shirtless young men quickly crowded around excitedly.

"how?"

"Don't worry, further processing is needed before the official test."

"I hope to meet Mr. Mei's request..."

"Yeah, Chang'an is in a hurry these days."

"Is the forging data record not missing?"

"Don't worry, the water flow rate, hammer head weight and speed are all measured and recorded by me personally."

...

I don't know how long it took, the group of young people fiddled for a long time, and someone let out a sigh.

"Actually, there is no need to be discouraged." Someone comforted, "Although Mr. Mei's requirements were not met, everyone found out that the quality of the steel plates these days is better than before."

"I have an idea. If the weight can be reduced, maybe it can be hung on the body directly. Isn't this much better than the scale armor?"

"Cao! We are not making armor weapons now!"

Someone is angry.

"Waste is used. Such good steel is not used to make weapons and armor. Could it be used to make agricultural tools?"

"I think you should go to the Weapons Department, don't put your mind on the right path, wait for Mr. Mei to come over in person, and see how you explain..."

...

After whispering, the steel plates were tagged, put into a pile of unqualified steel plates, and sealed up.

For Mr. Mei's requirements, these steel plates are indeed unqualified, but they are the best steel plates that Dahe Workshop can produce so far.

But now they need to be part of the experimental records, and they cannot be thrown out at will.

It may be that they can only be used again after Mr. Mei sends someone to notify that the experiment at this stage is over.

"It's okay." Seeing that everyone was a little frustrated, the senior who took the lead clapped his hands, "There are still several furnaces!"

"Besides, haven't everyone discovered that the steel produced these days is better than before."

"What does this mean? This means that our thinking is correct and our direction is correct. As long as we follow the current thinking, I believe that we will succeed soon!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone raised their morale again:

"That's right, it's just a waste of time, I don't believe it can't be wasted!"

"Right!"

After encouraging each other, many people are gearing up again, ready to wait for the next round.

but……

"Should I have a meal first? After working for a long time, I'm hungry."

"Let's go to the cafeteria."

"Go to a bird's cafeteria! Just eat in the cafeteria and feed people like pigs. What else can I do besides filling my stomach? I'm going out to eat!"

"Which place to eat?"

"Go to the restaurant at the gate of the wool spinning workshop to eat mutton."

The students who came out of the college left Chang'an and came to the Henan Subway Railway, which is full of barbarian cattle and sheep, and the subsidies are astonishingly high.

Even for interns, one month's subsidy is enough to feed the whole family of five or six people in their hometown.

With a lot of money, what else can I do except scratching my mouth when I'm bored?

"The mutton next to our workshop is also good, why did you go so far?"

"I like that one."

Then some classmates exposed his old background:

"Miss Feng San from the Wool Spinning Workshop is quite childish and cute..."

Before the words were finished, the voice suddenly became furious: "Get out! I just treat her as a younger sister!"

"Yes, yes, brothers and sisters..."

Some people make strange noises.

Brothers and sisters, these years are quite popular.

After all, these are Feng's disciples and grandchildren.

Mr. Feng yelled and yelled back then, but in the end he was called to the mansion and became his wife.

"Huh? Lao Wang has someone he likes?"

"Surname Feng?"

"It's the same surname as the head of the mountain."

Old Wang blushed:

"Isn't it bad to have the same surname as the head of the mountain?"

"Very good very good!"

"Hahaha……"

"Let's go, let's go, it's late, the wool spinning workshop is about to stop work, and I won't see Mrs. Feng San by then, Lao Wang will be impatient again."

"Cao!"

A group of gentle scum returned to the dormitory, took a simple shower, changed their clothes, and turned into a student in Tsing Yi, Mr. Pianpian.

Go out the door and walk in the direction of the wool spinning workshop.

The slanting sunset shone on them without a hint of twilight.

On the contrary, their wanton laughter injected a lot of vitality into this evening.

"so good!"

Feng Chuan, who was sitting at the gate of the Dahe Workshop Academy, watched these students in Tsing Yi pass by, and his eyes could not help showing a little envy.

In Dahan, a person wearing Tsing Yi may not mean anything.

But a group of young gentlemen wearing Tsing Yi means that they are students of the Royal Academy.

This is an enviable status.

Including Feng Chuan, who is currently undergoing labor reform.

As a result, many students who have graduated, including those who have entered the official career, will carefully keep the Tsing Yi they wore in the academy.

Then I will wear it specially when attending a certain party.

Students of the Royal Academy can read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.

To establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the living and the people, to inherit the knowledge of the past saints, and to create peace for all generations.

For the people of this era, this kind of honor and mission is supreme.

No matter how dirty the reality is, no one has ever dared to publicly desecrate this honor and mission.

No matter how much Feng Chuan hated Ji Han's court, at this moment, he was indeed somewhat envious.

A long shadow covered him, and then another person sat down beside him:

"Don't be envious, make a good transformation, you are still young, as long as you survive these five years, maybe you also have the opportunity to study in Chang'an."

Feng Chuan quickly stood up and said respectfully, "Student Li."

"It's all over after school, so there's no need to do this."

The person called Supervisor Li is only in his thirties, not too old.

But because he has been traveling around the frontier for many years, and the wind and sand have eroded him, he looks older than his actual age.

"Sit down," Li Xuejian patted the seat beside him, "After a hard day, this time is the best time to relax."

Feng Chuan saluted again, and then carefully sat down.

He had just turned around from the farm for a few days, and he had to maintain the utmost respect for the supervisor Li in front of him.

Otherwise, in case of being sent back to the farm again, there is really no hope.

Watching the group of Tsing Yi students gradually go away, Feng Chuan asked cautiously:

"Student Li, are you also from the academy?"

Supervisor Li withdrew his complicated eyes from the group of Tsing Yi students, and shook his head gently:

"No, I can't compare with them."

"Ah, I'm sorry..."

"There's no need to apologize," Supervisor Li turned his gaze to the south again, with deep thoughts in his eyes, "This is not something shameful at all."

"The big man back then was not as powerful as it is today, that is, there was Nanxiang College."

"Feng...Feng, at that time, Feng Da Sima, the governor of Liangzhou, was the first to propose that Liangzhou conduct examinations to select officials."

In other people's mouth, Feng Da Sima yelled very smoothly, but Li Xuejian stuttered a little, which was quite interesting.

Speaking of this, Li Xuejian showed an extremely complicated expression on his face:

"At that time, my family was in decline, and my elder sister and I were in love with each other. Later, because of me, my elder sister had no choice but to marry a warrior in the army."

"That's why I got the recommendation of that martial artist, went to Liangzhou, and made a name for myself."

(Note: Chapter 868 Helping the Brother Demon)

Thinking of his second mother, Feng Chuan's expression also became complicated.

It turned out that Supervisor Li's experience was not much different from his own.

The surname is Li, and he is from Shu. Feng Chuan can vaguely guess the origin of Li Xuejian.

Over the years, how many such evil things have the surname Feng and his vicious dogs done?

Thinking of this, Feng Chuan couldn't suppress his emotions any longer, and asked in a deep voice:

"Student Li, do you hate him?"

"Hate?" Li Xuejian was startled, then looked at Feng Chuan, saw the jumping and shining flames in his eyes, and suddenly smiled.

Then turn around and look into the distance.

There, the endless grassland seems to extend to the horizon.

Being in it will only make people feel very small, very small...

"If you want to say hate, it must be hate at the beginning."

Supervisor Li's voice became distant:

"But after seeing a lot of things, I gradually put it down. My current thinking is to save up enough vacation time, and then go home and see my sister."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face:

"Last month, my sister asked someone to send me a letter, saying that she already has two sons and a daughter, and I want to go back and see my nephew and niece."

Feng Chuan frowned:

"Why?"

He didn't understand why Superintendent Li would let go of such a big hatred.

This is a family feud.

Moreover, my sister was forced to marry a martial artist, and I had to live in the frontier, separated from my relatives all year round.

"Because this is the general trend." Li Xuejian stood up, patted Feng Chuan on the shoulder, and pointed to the big river not far away, "Just like this big river, it is mighty and mighty. We can't change it, we can only adapt to it."

"Okay, I'm going home. My wife and children are still waiting for me. Didn't you say you're going to see your family? Let's go."

After staying in the frontier fortress for so many years, Supervisor Li had already married a wife and had children here.

There are even two orchids at home.

It's been a pretty good day.

Feng Wei looked at Superintendent Li who was leaving, his eyes were a little dazed.

What trend?

Some came to the gate of the wool spinning workshop in a daze, and the sun had already reached the top of the mountain, only to realize that the workshop had already stopped work.

Where is Grandma?

What about San Niang?

Looking around anxiously, I heard a call:

"Brother, brother!"

I followed the prestige, but saw the second floor of the restaurant opposite, poked my head, who is it not Sanniang?

Feng Chuan was about to take a step, when suddenly another head popped out beside Sanniang.

The head of a strange man.

The man seemed to ask Sanniang something.

Sanniang turned her head away and said some more words.

The point is, why are the two so close?

This is not good, it seems too intimate!

In public, don't you know whether a man and a woman will kiss each other or not?

Feng Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he thought of Erniang inexplicably, and suddenly there was wind under his feet, and he cursed:

"Cao!"

PS: This is a supplement for Uncle Xiong.