The world enters the age of myth

"With so many clothes, Master Shenlong will surely be happy."

"Lord Shenlong won't mind..."

"Your Majesty, I have something to report." A chief priest who specialized in serving Shenlong suddenly came forward and said a few words beside the emperor.

He believes that after the recent purchase of sweet potato processing machines and corn processing machines, people are busy and have gained a lot, and the food conditions have also improved.

This series of changes led to a rise in public sentiment and improvement in living conditions, which helped Shenlong's recovery to a certain extent.

After all, Shenlong has a great connection with the fate of Jin civilization, including the living conditions of civilians.

In the past period of time, the fortunes of the Jin Empire were actually very bad. Everything went wrong, the population suffered serious losses, and the dragon was injured. The morale of the people and the army was very low.

But now, since encountering technological civilization, these two machines have greatly changed farmers’ working patterns and boosted their morale.

Then 20,000 pieces of clothing should keep the common people happy for a long time and further boost their morale. For ordinary people, a piece of clothing can be considered a great fortune.

Recently, the Jin Empire seems to be showing signs of change.

After hearing the chief priest's report, the old emperor nodded slightly with a smile on his face: "Twenty thousand clothes, it seems that I bought the right thing."

He stood in the middle and asked: "Everyone, in this exchange, scientific and technological civilization has invited us to explore the New World together. What do you think of this decision?"

The ministers of the Jin Empire slowly became quiet. This issue was related to everyone's lives and was of great importance, so they had no choice but to consider it carefully.

One of the leading ministers said: "To report to your Majesty... I have thought of something. Their method is probably to strengthen their control over us!"

"Oh? Why did you say that?" The old emperor was not surprised and asked.

The minister cupped his hands and said: "Because...the number of artillery shells is limited. There are only one hundred and ninety rounds now. Once these shells are used up, we will have to buy them again."

"Although the range of artillery is very long, you still need more practice if you want to really hit it. The number of artillery shells we have is far from enough to support a war."

"The artillery will rust if it is not used for a long time. Applying a little vegetable oil is not enough... In some places, it needs to be coated..." The minister was stuck for a long time before he remembered the term, "Then what... lubricating oil?"

This is also a new term, passed over from the Sea of ​​Clouds.

Just kidding, they definitely can't produce lubricants.

If it is not properly maintained, the cannon may explode on the spot!

"Zhao Yi, what do you think?"

General Zhao Yi thought for a while and nodded cautiously.

He just randomly found an angle to fire the artillery, and it seemed that the launch was successful. It would be very difficult to hit a small target 10 kilometers away.

If you don't master the method and fire a hundred cannonballs, you might not be able to hit even one...

"In the end, we have to ask for advice on how to use scientific and technological civilization."

In fact, the last time I bought a firearm, I had this problem. The firearm did not have enough bullets, only tens of thousands of rounds.

Tens of thousands of rounds of bullets may sound like a lot at first, but when you actually use them, you'll find that you can't last too long.

Even if the soldiers have firearms, they cannot train for a long time. If they have guns but cannot accurately hit the target, the firearms have lost their meaning and become mere commodities.

After hearing these discussions, all the ministers looked unhappy and found themselves a little deceived.

Some generals also turned blue and white.

The old minister added: "If we run out of this batch of ammunition, we no longer buy ammunition, and we cannot produce it ourselves, this batch of ordnance will be no different from scrap metal. So... we may have to rely on each other to obtain resources. supplement."

"The other party can control us to a certain extent through logistical support."

"Over time, our Jin country has become a vassal of the other party..."

To put it bluntly, the solution to this problem, even if it is a sunk cost problem, is to throw away all the purchased goods and no longer use them, so that you do not need to be controlled by the other party. But this sunk cost was too great. Shenlong's blood and dragon scale armor had already been delivered and could not be returned. Jin Civilization simply could not bear these sunk costs.

These people always have an unpleasant feeling when they think about having to rely on the logistical supplies of scientific and technological civilization for a long time in the future.

Everyone knows this truth. The old emperor took a deep breath and asked: "Is there a solution? Can it be imitated?"

"For the time being... none." Another minister from the Ministry of Industry shook his head.

How can it be so easy to imitate firearms, ammunition and cannon ammunition?

These projects were not something that the Jin civilization could accomplish.

It is already very difficult for them to copy a tricycle.

After a while, someone else raised his hand and stood up. It was a relatively young Yanguan.

He said: "Your Majesty, I believe that this kind of bundling of interests is a good thing to a certain extent. In this way, scientific and technological civilization can only affect us to a certain extent, but cannot completely control us..."

As long as Jin Wenming is willing to give up these sunk costs, he will naturally not be controlled by the Yunhai.

So this impact is actually limited.

"But if we don't strengthen ties, how can we face the dangerous new continent together? Only the binding of interests is real, and everything else is fictitious."

"What the other party needs should be our dragon blood. They may have guessed something..."

"But this technological civilization is not willing to directly conflict with us, nor does it choose to loot, which is already a very good thing."

"In addition, there is an unknown continent ahead, so they will sell artillery at a low price to make us a little stronger. Only with close trade relations can we both advance and retreat together."

"Oh, yes."

These Jin people began to think about the motives of the Yunhai. They were not fools. They had guessed some of the things hidden by the Yunhai.

There is no love without reason in the world, and there is no hate without reason. With the sophistication of this group of people, they quickly figured out the key points and suppressed this discomfort deep in their hearts.

For the sake of 10 artillery pieces...this sugar-coated cannonball must be swallowed no matter what.

After all, they are about to arrive in the New World. Their military strength has indeed been greatly enhanced by these weapons, and it is impossible to abandon them.

Moreover, the ammunition has not been used up yet, and it is not yet time for trouble. Maybe there will be a turn for the better in the future?

Yes...the turning point is just around the corner!

Many people suddenly remembered something again.

That is to complete the initial industrialization by yourself...produce the ammunition yourself, then you no longer have to worry about the control of others!

Producing bullets for pistols is not an overly difficult industry, as long as there are sufficient resources and corresponding machines...

"Is this the result of the other party's calculation..." The old emperor swallowed, his face suddenly brightening and darkening.

He felt that every move he made seemed to be arranged by the opponent. He was like a puppet on strings. He only moved once he was lifted...

And all the tricks used are real plots. Even if he knows there is a pit ahead, he still jumps into it willingly!

He recalled the promise given by Lu Yiming in his mind, and his heart beat wildly again.

stem cell!

As long as they sell Shenlong's "stem cells", they can obtain corresponding knowledge and production equipment, and no longer have to rely on the Unkai's logistical support.

He didn't know exactly what stem cells were. Anyway, according to Yunhaihao's explanation, the first priority was hair follicles, which were beard roots.

Just dig out a little bit of the root of the dragon's beard and pull it out.

Hair follicles contain hair follicle stem cells.

He still knows about hair follicles.

If that doesn't work, it can be fresh blood. There are also a small amount of hematopoietic stem cells in the blood. However, the differentiation effect of hematopoietic stem cells is not as good as that of hair follicle stem cells, so they are a slightly worse choice.

"If it's fresh blood, you need a small bottle and fill it all up."

"If it's beard, hair, or plush, just one strand is enough, and it must involve hair follicles. After pulling it out, immediately put it in this freezer and freeze it." These are Lu Yiming's original words.

But this sentence is like a brand, engraved in the hearts of everyone who knows it.

But, do you really want to pluck the dragon's beard, or pull out a hair...

The old emperor is really in a bit of a dilemma, this behavior is really too outrageous!

That's Master Shenlong, can he really pluck his beard? ! Even if he is the emperor, he would not dare to make such an excessive request. What if the dragon is angry and eats him in one bite?

However, as long as they pluck their beards, they will immediately be able to obtain a large amount of resources, and even become a real technological civilization!

This temptation...

It's really upsetting.

He looked at the small refrigerator placed on a tricycle and looked at General Zhao.

Zhao Yi quickly lowered his head, not daring to express his innermost thoughts. This kind of thing was too rebellious and no one dared to bring it up.

"After you pluck your beard, you must freeze it immediately..." Lu Yiming's words, like evil spirits, were recalled in his mind again.

"...It needs to be frozen immediately!"

"...Freeze immediately!"

"...frozen!"

This kind of temptation is just like the evil god!

This idea cannot be discussed, otherwise those old ministers will have to make a fuss. Although their minds are a little more enlightened than before, they will never accept this plan!

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The old emperor suddenly came to his senses and heard someone calling him.

"How will those 20,000 pieces of cloth be distributed?" a minister said with bright eyes as he looked at the mountains of clothes piled up at the port. Who doesn’t like a mountain of supplies?

"Let's find an opportunity to share it. Men, women, old and young, one piece for each person. Don't take more."

"Transport the alien flesh and blood, and sacrifice it to the ancestral temple in an hour!" The old emperor made up his mind, no matter what, this must be done.