I Built a Territory in Ancient Times

Xie Yixiu gave him a cold look, Wen Yuzhao shivered, but calmed down a bit. It seems that their generals have not changed!

Wen Yuzhao often gets windy, and people who know him have long been used to it, so it's not surprising. Ming Yu asked him a few questions with concern, and after he got a good answer from him, it was not easy to say more, and discussed with everyone about the next thing in the exercise.

Naturally, Mo Jiang had to go down and arrange a series of confrontations between reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance, ambush and anti-ambush. This project is Mingyu, and it was finally finalized. They guard the battalion. They have been well prepared for training in this area in the past few months. They use their own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses. It won't be so ugly to lose.

There are various strategies for detecting ambush, and everyone as a general knows the importance of these in war. Ming Yu's ability to bring it up as a training project shows that he still has some confidence, but unfortunately he can't watch it in person.

At this time, Ming Yu's face also showed a bit of eagerness. He raised his hand and summoned a personal soldier and whispered a few words in a low voice. The Qing soldier understood and trotted out of the tent.

After a while, the personal soldiers ran in again and replied, "My lord, Huáng is here."

Ming Yu was stunned, "He came in person? Didn't someone pick it up? Why did he go there in person?"

The voice just fell. There was a burst of laughter from the tent door. "My lord, the villain is not too old to walk. It's really uneasy if the villain doesn't bring such a precious thing in person."

Hearing this voice, Ming Yu had already greeted him. Everyone was pondering in their hearts, who this person was, and who could actually be greeted by the laboring prince, when they saw that Ming Yu had already walked in with an old man with white beard and hair.

The man hunched his back, and the wind and frost of the years outlined folds on his face. It looks like a very ordinary old man, but Ming Yu's respectful attitude makes people a little puzzled.

After he stood still, the old man would pay homage to Ming Yu. Ming Yu hurriedly stopped, "Old Huáng, this king has already said that there is no need to be more polite."

"Ceremonies cannot be abandoned." Huáng insisted.

He is grateful to the lord, and who is not grateful to the craftsmen who followed the lord? They were originally the lowest craftsmen, doing the most difficult, tiring, and complicated work. They were called to and fro, scolded and whipped every day.

When the prince left the capital, he came to the craftsman's camp, selected various craftsmen, and asked them if they would like to go west with him. He won't beg anyone, and he can guarantee that anyone who goes with him will never treat him badly. Some people want to be safe and stable, but are unwilling to take risks, and some people simply break the jar, move people to live, and move trees to death.

At such an old age, he shouldn't have been fooling around, but at that time he heard the prince say something, "You are all useful people, people who can create miracles."

He has lived for most of his life, from his apprenticeship to the present, he has come here under the contemptuous eyes of others. All he heard was swearing and shouting, and it was the first time he heard someone compliment them, saying they were useful people. At this moment, he finally understood how valuable it was to gain the trust of others. At that time, he first understood what respect was meant. Just because of this sentence, he would definitely repay the kindness of knowing it, even if he was ruthless.

So he was the first to stand up, and he was willing to follow this young prince to the west and achieve a career.

The young craftsmen who were still swaying saw the old man standing up, so they made up their minds, and they stood up one after another and expressed their willingness to follow the prince. In this way, there are dozens or hundreds of craftsmen like them in the westbound team.

And the prince did not treat them badly. Since he came here and settled down, he has served them with delicious food and drink every day. This should not be the treatment that a craftsman should have. At first, everyone was still uneasy. The original bitter life was used to it, and the sudden change made everyone a little uncomfortable.

Later, the prince called them together and talked about their future plans. They were divided into groups, assigned tasks, and specially allocated a sum of money, what kind of research funding? Let them each come up with their own craftsmanship, and just work on the craftsmanship they are most proud of.

Whether you stick to the rules and polish your own skills, or invent and create novel things, in a word, the money is given to you anyway, you can spend it as you like, as long as you can produce satisfactory results, then all the honors will be what they deserve. owned.

It is precisely because of this that the enthusiasm of the craftsmen is unprecedentedly high, and even the old man seems to be a dozen years younger, and he walks with wind.

Today, this thing was ordered by the lord long ago for them to do it. The prince explained the principle of this thing to them one by one, and then let them start to do it. It's easy to say, but hard to do. Repeated practice before and after, and failed countless times, until today, I can barely make a finished product. No, he was afraid that the lord would be in a hurry to wait, and as soon as the things were ready, he hurriedly sent them all over.

Ming Yu was indeed very impatient. He waved his hand and said without being polite, "Don't talk about this, are things ready?"