Three Kingdoms: Warriors Lu Bu, You Can Become Stronger By Killing Enemies

Guanzhong.

In the golden autumn season, the day of autumn harvest is coming.

Looking at the golden ears of wheat in the field, the faces of the people in the fields were filled with the joy of a good harvest.

The carriage was walking on the solid concrete road, and a white-haired old man opened the curtain and looked outside.

"boom boom boom"

Looking at the 'monster' emitting white gas in the field, Tu Zhu couldn't help but ask, "What is that? What's its use?"

"Father, that is the steam harvester developed by the supervisor, which can harvest crops quickly." The grandson who drove the car replied.

"Stop the car." The old man said slowly, "Help me out of the car, I want to see for myself."

"Father, your body...in late autumn, it will be bad if you catch wind and cold." Sun Tzu tried to dissuade you.

"No." The old man shook his head firmly, "I have to see it with my own eyes before writing."

The grandson understood what the old man meant when he heard the words, but in the end he couldn't hold back the old man, so he carefully helped the old man to go into the army.

"Father, please put on your cotton coat."

The grandson was still worried about the old man's body, so he brought a large cotton jacket to put on the old man's body.

"I'm not as fragile as you think." The old man insisted, but he still accepted his grandson's filial piety and let his grandson wrap him in a cotton coat.

Wearing a thick cotton coat, warmth immediately flooded into the body.

The cool breeze in the late autumn afternoon would have been too much for such an elderly person.

But with the cotton coat to resist, the old man did not feel uncomfortable at all, but felt warm on his body.

The grandparents and grandchildren came to the field, and there were many people standing here, waiting for the harvester to come to their fields.

"Boom boom boom..." 05

Not long after, the harvester came roaring with thick white gas, and it looked like it was swallowing clouds and fog.

Wherever they passed, the crops were all neatly dumped on the ground, which was very convenient to watch.

"I've seen that kind of person cooperate with harvesters like cows and horses before, and it looks different with this kind of white gas." The old man couldn't help but said.

Hearing this, the young man at the side couldn't help laughing and said, "Old man, what you said is old calendar."

"Now we don't need manpower or animal power, but steam." The young man pointed to the driver of the harvester and said, "See, one person is enough, and it's easy.

The old man heard the words and saw that there was only one person on the harvester, and he was still sitting on it. There was no sweat on his forehead, and he looked very relaxed.

"Young man, how much can this person harvest in a day?" The old man couldn't help asking.

The young man pointed to the boundless fertile fields, drew a large circle with his hands, and said: "There are so many, and it can be done in one day, very fast! Save time and effort."

The old man was shocked when he heard the words, and said in disbelief: "A thousand hectares of fertile land is enough for one day for one person?"

"That's right!" The young man nodded heavily.

The old man looked at the machines that were harvesting quickly in the field, and saw with his own eyes that the harvesting of an acre of land was completed in a short time, and finally believed that the young man did not say anything to deceive him.

"Old man, I won't talk to you anymore. My field has been harvested, and I have to collect grain." The young man was about to go to the field.

"Young students, let the old man ask more questions, it will cost a lot of money to harvest this thing once?"

The old man looked old, but his brain still reacted quickly, knowing that everything must have a price.

"Hi." The young man laughed dumbly, "It's not expensive, it's only ten yuan per mu."

"That's a lot, right?" The old man continued, "Ten mu of land is worth one hundred yuan."

"Indeed." The young man said: "But if you really want to harvest the fields by yourself, you can't finish the work in a few days.

"The machine saves time and effort. Although it costs some money, it saves a lot of time."

"If you have the skills to go to the field, it's better to go to a construction site or a factory to work. It's only a hundred yuan, and you can earn back by working part-time in a factory or a construction site for half a day.

"Think about it, should you spend a few days facing the loess with your back to the sky, or finish the harvest quickly and then make money? Which account is more cost-effective?"

The young man waved his hand after finishing speaking, "I won't chat with your old man anymore, let's collect food."

The old man just stood on the ground like this, watching the harvester work until evening, and watched with his own eyes that the harvester finished harvesting all the crops within his own range.

"It's changing with each passing day." The old man sighed sincerely, "Let's go back."

"Father, it's almost the hour of Chen, and my grandson is going to pick up Ah Weng at the station, do you want to go together?"

"Oh? Your father is coming back?"

"That's right, today is your birthday, and Aunt came here specially to wish you a birthday." Sun Tzu explained.

"Sigh, there is no need for such a long journey from Qingzhou to Guanzhong." The old man frowned, but he felt sorry for his son.

"Father, I've worried too much. It's not hard at all to travel now, especially coming to Xianyang is the most convenient."

"How do you say that?" The old man couldn't help being curious.

"You'd better go and see for yourself, it's also convenient for you to write."

The grandfather and grandson returned to the carriage, and the grandson drove along the cement road towards the north of the city.

As night falls, the lights come on.

The old man looked at the brightly lit scene outside through the car window, his face full of trance.

"There are so many street lamps, we have to burn too little lamp oil." The old man couldn't help but said, "It's too much waste."

The grandson was dumbfounded when he heard the words, and quickly explained: "Father doesn't go out on weekdays, but stays in the study all the time, and doesn't know the changes outside, what is burning here is not wax or oil.

"What is that?" the old man asked.

"gas."

"What is gas?"

"em..." Sun Tzu didn't know how to explain it for a while.

While talking, the grandparent and grandson had already arrived at the station in the north of the city, and the train just entered the station.

"Woo woo woo~~~"

The sound of the horn sounded in the previous period, and with a large amount of white smoke coming out of the front of the car, the steam train slowly entered the station and stopped.

The old man looked blankly at the long 'iron dragon', with expressions of astonishment, astonishment, unimaginability, etc. on his face.

The scene in front of him was obviously beyond his comprehension ability. Apart from being shocked, he had no other emotions in his heart.

After the train stopped, the doors of each carriage were opened, and a large number of people got off the train with their suitcases.

"Ah Weng~Ah Weng~" the grandson shouted at the top of his voice, "This way! This way!"

A middle-aged man came here quickly, "I've seen Ah Zheng.

First he saluted the old man, and then began to scold his son, "Your elder father is already old, you bastard, are you not afraid that your elder father will catch a cold?"

The old man waved his hand when he heard the words, "It's none of his business, I just want to come out and have a look, so that I can continue to compile the book." After the explanation, he couldn't help but sigh, "If you don't read it, you don't know, the change is really great.

"I don't know how to write before I read it, and I don't know how to write it after I read it." The old man shook his head again and again, with a look of loneliness on his face, "I'm old...falling behind, it's useless.

The grandpa and grandson got into the carriage and left the station. When they returned home, a large table of food had been set up to celebrate the old man's birthday.

Looking at the house full of children and grandchildren, the old man also had a smile on his face, and couldn't help having a few drinks.

After the dinner, the old man came to the study unshakably. The grandson helped the old man to sit down, and then helped the old man spread out the bamboo slips and grind the ink.

Although papermaking is very mature now, the bamboo slips have disappeared.

However, the old man believed that paper was easily damaged and could not be preserved without bamboo slips, so he still stubbornly chose to use bamboo slips as a writing carrier.

The old man insisted on using the traditional four treasures of the study, and still used oil lamps for lighting.

The old man picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

"Seventy years of the Great Qin Dynasty."

It's not like Lu didn't bother to think about the fact that Daqin didn't have a year name, and Lu Shao saw that his father didn't use a year name, so naturally he wouldn't presume to have a year name.

Therefore, the chronology of Daqin is simple and crude, from the year when the country was founded to the first year of Daqin, and then it can be increased year by year.

"The past is like smoke..." The old man was in a daze, "Seventy years have passed..."

Subsequently, Zhan 47 put down the pole.

"Father, why didn't you write it?" The grandson couldn't help but wondered: "You saw so many new things today, and these can be recorded in the annals of history."

"Son, the eldest father is useless." The old man shook his head and laughed, "I don't know what to write, and I don't know how to write it."

"The grandson can explain it to the elder father."

"Your filial father knows, but forget it." The old man shook his head and refused.

"Then why don't you stop writing the history books of Daqin? This is your life's painstaking effort."

"Isn't there still you?" The old man looked at his grandson, "You are a young man, you know a lot more than Dafu, you can write the pen.

"Grandson can't do it, he doesn't have enough knowledge..." The grandson quickly shook his head and refused.

"You can do it." The old man said firmly, "How could my grandson, whom Zhuge Liang taught himself, not be able to?"

The old man is Zhuge Liang, and he went out today to collect materials for the compilation of history books.

Every five years, Zhuge Liang will go out to write down the changes in Daqin.

But the development of Daqin was too fast, and Zhuge Liang couldn't keep up with the pace of Daqin's development. He didn't know how to start writing, so he had the idea to let his grandson continue to write.

"Really?" With his grandfather's approval, Zhuge Shang had some confidence in his heart.

"Yes." Zhuge Liang encouraged.

"Then grandson... try it?" Zhuge Shang was eager to try.

"Come on, you sit here and write, the father is a little tired, because I lie down for a while." Zhuge Liang got up and walked towards the end.

Zhuge Shang happily sat down, "Okay, my grandson will finish writing in a while, and I have to be corrected by my father for my grandson."

"good good good"

With a smile on his face, Zhuge Liang came to the bed and lay down.

With his hands folded in front of his lower abdomen, Zhuge Liang lay flat on the bed, slowly closed his eyes, and murmured:

"My lord, I will come to you tomorrow

Zhuge Liang, the Taishi of the Great Qin Dynasty, died suddenly at the age of one hundred without any illness. .