The solar system is broken

Huo Shan has entered the city.

He was very ostentatious, riding a tall horse, followed by a group of cavalry, and stopped at the city gate.

"Qiucheng!"

Huo Shan held out his chest and stared at the plaque on the city wall.

"Enter the city!"

The sound of horse hooves clicking on the stone slabs is very clear.

On a high-rise building, Ziwei, a square-faced man with Chinese characters, squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Domineering and leaky!"

"court death!"

Huo Shan raised his eyes and saw this person.

He is richly dressed and looks noble, and he is a slave owner.

The heaving horses, their upper bodies swaying, their hoods askew.

"How dare you take advantage of me!"

Ziwei didn't have much else, but he was well-informed.

As soon as Emperor Yi's body was put on the carriage, the flying pigeon from Chaoge arrived at Qiucheng.

As a priest, he had to preside over the king's funeral, so he paid special attention to this matter.

Once you pay attention, it’s amazing.

Huo Shan, as a new member of the Xiao family, Ziwei attracted special attention.

He discovered that this group of people was related to a secret organization of blue-blooded people. Thinking of the slaves he had acquired recently, Zi Wei, who was very thoughtful, immediately guessed the clues.

"This man won't survive!"

Came here to rob someone.

Ziwei's main purpose of retaining writers is to develop technology.

I don’t really believe in Machiavellian tactics and the like.

This is why the writer gave Ziwei a plan and did not let him go.

Qiucheng was very small, and the streets were so narrow that it was difficult for the tall horses to walk on the road. Huoshan and the others could only dismount and walk.

After passing through the city gate trading area, the crowds suddenly became sparse again.

Stay in the temple.

That's right, you live in a temple. The post station originated in the Qin and Han Dynasties. The Shang and Zhou Dynasties had not yet taken shape, and there were no private ones. This temple is also different from today. Before the Han Dynasty, the temple was a national government office. It is not unique to Buddhism. It is a temple.

Responsibility for providing food and lodging for officials.

After handing the horses over to the servant, the official had already given up the spacious back hall and made tea waiting for them.

Welcoming a kind of knight, he entered the back hall with a flattering smile on his face.

There is no way, who told them to be from the Xiao family.

Huo Shan and others were also surprised when they saw pure water making tea. The Tea Book says that tea is a drink, which originated from Shen Nong. But the tea at this time was not boiled with pure water, but with all kinds of messy things added. More

It's for medicinal purposes.

There are so many people who have traveled through time, and this history has been changed to pieces.

"Sir, you have been tired all the way, so we won't disturb you." He cupped his hands, and the official and the servant withdrew.

"Alas~" Huo Shan lay down on the couch with his back stretched out.

The short couch creaked under Huo Shan's weight.

“Comfortable~”

"Commander, the housekeeping needs to be sorted out!"

"Just come, just come~" It was weak and there was no action at all.

After a few kicks with no response, the knight angrily went to clean up the back room.

Han Ling'er sat down at the coffee table, gently picked up the porcelain cup, brushed off the tea foam, and took a sip.

The tea tastes astringent and lacks fragrance, which seems to be because it has not been artificially cultivated.

Put the tea lid down, lean on the saucer, (the code word for tea: add water), "Tell me how to do it."

"Go in, chop people, and pull them out," Huo Shan said, resting his head on his hands and looking at the roof with only a few tiles, where a few slivers of sunlight still shone through.

"Be serious."

"That man is a slave, just give the priest some money," Huo Shan said easily.

"You still don't seem to understand the importance of blue blood," Han Linger shook her head.

A blue-blooded slave is 20 times more expensive than a red-blooded slave. As an intellectual class, priests will naturally understand the value of these blue-blooded people better and cannot let them go easily.

"Give me a gun, and I will shoot through the entire Middle Ages!" Huo Shan waved his hand, not wanting to think of a solution at all.

"You said golden branches..."

Huo Shan stood up directly and said very seriously, "This is absolutely not allowed."

The serious consequences of exposing the identity of the blue-blooded people can be seen from those who did not have time to save them.

In order to save one person, it is simply not a good deal to pick up another person.

"If you break off the golden branch, you may not be hurt. Once you are hurt, you will be in trouble."

Even though the Twenty-Three Cavalry is a lot, if there is a fight, the one or two hundred defenders in Qiucheng will be enough for them to drink a pot.

"What should I do~"

"Besides~" Huo Shan yawned, "Anyway, people with blue blood won't die for a while."

"Why are you so unreliable?"

"You were too impatient."

Sleepy.

There was a lot of smoke and dust in the back hall, and there was a strange singing sound floating inside.

"I owe you 30,000 yuan. Listen to the wind singing and the money will come~"

"Times have changed, but poverty is still comfortable~"

"Ahem."

"Yi Yang, your uncle's... cough cough."

Too gray.

I couldn't sleep after that.

He glanced at Han Ling'er and said, "Don't worry! After saving this person, we will go to the base."

The base is a micro-civilization built by the Blue Bloods themselves.

How should I put it? It can be regarded as a refuge, but its population base, culture, politics, religion and military have not reached the level of civilization at all.

This is all beside the point.

Huo Shan couldn't sleep anymore. He went to the temple entrance and walked around.

But I heard a little girl bargaining with Ya Zhan at the door.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm just like a steelyard. You just want to ink some copper."

"You little girl," Na Yacha was so angry that he raised his hand and was about to hit her.

But the little girl held her head high and said confidently, "My master is a disciple of the priest. If you hit me, be careful not to protect your official reputation."

"Okay, okay~" Yacha gritted his teeth, took out a copper coin from his sleeve, and reluctantly put it in the little girl's hand.

The copper shell shone brightly and looked very cute and petite in the little girl's hands.

Huo Shan couldn't help but have a half-hearted smile on his face.

"へんたい" (Japanese, sounding naive, meaning abnormal.)

Turning around, Han Ling'er followed him out at some point.

His face was full of disgust, what an obscene thought.

"Compared to others, what do little sisters do?"

"She's so little, what can I do?" Huo Shan compared the little girl's size and gently shook his hand.

Han Ling'er's hair is about to explode. This is definitely a perversion.

"I'm warning you, although there are no laws in this world, if you treat NPCs..."

Huo Shan pushed Han Ling'er away and walked straight towards the little girl.

"Sir..." Yazai greeted.

Huo Shan just raised his hand and saved a 2,000-word dialogue.

He slowly squatted down and looked at the little girl's cold basket.

"Little sister, how do you sell these ice cubes~"

"A piece of ice and a copper shell".

Huo Shan rolled his eyes, why didn't you go grab the money?

A penn is worth twenty copper shells. One copper shell can buy a bushel of corn, and twenty bushels is two stones, which is about 240 kilograms.

According to the current price, a pound of rice is 2 RMB, which is about 1 liter of ice at 480 RMB, which is more assassin than assassin.

If you sell for five or six yuan a day, earn 2,400 per day, 72,000 per month, and 86,000 per year, and you don’t have to pay taxes, you will make a huge profit.

However, based on the standards of the entire Bronze Age, one piece of ice a day was simply impossible.

"How did you make this ice?" Huo Shanyuelu Three Stones naturally couldn't afford it, so he changed the question very cleverly.

The little girl's lips curled up, as if she noticed Huo Shan's embarrassment, and smiled, "This is my master's method. I tell you there is nothing you can do."

"Oh?" Huo Shan is interested. I can't make ice anymore? Who are you looking down on?

"The inverse operation of the Clapeyron equation, the Jorumson effect, the superposition of two principles." It seemed like a smile but not a smile.

...

Can you believe this from an NPC? This is the Shang Dynasty! Conservation of energy and the law of temperature and pressure have all come out?

"The writer master is right, you natives are all scum~"

Writer??Master?Loli.Beast~

You seem to be having a great time.

"Beast!" Han Ling'er protected the little girl in his arms.