Chapter 944 The Wisdom of the Ming Dynasty

Lu An quickly understood a truth: There is no injustice in this world, and the greatest fairness is to survive. The tall and thin man was slapped and panted heavily. The short blade in his hand was also taken away.

He was flirting with the short blade with interest, but it looked like a skirt knife that women often used. It should be hidden in the lining of the robe, which was small and exquisite.

Gao Sheng couldn't let go of his love, and actually said with a smile: "Yes, take him to treat his injuries."

The tall and thin man was dragged away. When Lu An was frightened, he laughed dryly: "Who else thinks it's unfair?"

There were only three people left in the room, and no one was so stupid that he said something.

Gao Sheng smiled again and said, "Since that's the case, then we will see the truth under our hands, you!"

"If you win, you have a hot meal, if you lose, you have no food to eat!"

Lu An was furious after being famous. If he didn't say anything, he would be beaten? Even if he wanted to beat you, he couldn't hide. So he just lifted up his cotton jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He was still rolling up his sleeves and a soldier in the soap clothes rushed over.

With his legs rising, Lu An's heart sank and hurriedly retreated. His feet were messed up and the veteran stepped up and bullied the central palace. He punched him hard in the face. He pounced, Lu An sat down on the ground with his butt, his eyes lit up.

The veteran did not chase and laughed at him, saying, "Is the crop stew? It's vulnerable!"

Lu An was embarrassed and angry. He shook his big head and gritted his teeth to get up. He shook his arms and turned his back. Hey, the veteran was exhaling with his knees. The veteran smiled and spread his body and legs backwards.

He stretched out and pressed down, and the thumping technique that Lu An had practiced hard did not work. He ate a mouthful of mud on his face, as if he was being pressed by a mountain.

"Mongolian wrestling is interesting."

"That mistake was pretty good, I worked hard for a few years."

With a chuckle, Gao Sheng said with satisfaction: "Take him down, have a hot meal and then change his clothes. Since it is a way to fall, you can just send it to Lao Anna."

With a promise, Lu An slowly let out a long breath, and finally he was relieved of his life and never wanted to return to this place again.

At noon, there is a private courtyard.

Four people, including Lu An, squatted in the yard, chewing meat buns, and swallowing them in big mouthfuls, for fear that they would not have a meal after eating it. Lu An rolled his eyes and ate the hot meat buns, tears in his eyes

It was almost time to come, and I felt that eating a hot meal was the most ultimate enjoyment in the world. After eating and drinking, the four brothers and sisters gathered together to chat.

"Some family, the mountain tiger, haven't asked for advice yet?"

A sturdy man with a beard bowed and asked in a very kind way. Lu An felt a little relieved. These people in the martial arts world were so kind after being dealt with. He even spoke softly. Yes, how could they suffer?

Is it a good thing? Fang wanted to answer, and a powerful arrow shot from a high place, which scared the four people in the courtyard to look for cover, and they were shocked to have white hair sweat.

A strong arrow passed by, and someone scolded the arrow on the high place: "Don't make noise!"

Lu An hurriedly closed his mouth. The hero, the tiger, almost fainted from fear. The arrow actually wiped his face and rushed over. He turned into a dead tiger after another point.

I was sympathetic to each other, so I hurriedly went back to my room and closed the door gently. There was no fire, cold, and no bedding and pillows in the room. However, Lu An fell asleep and felt that sleeping was such a luxury.

On New Year’s Eve, Fushun North Gate.

Inside the northern city wall of Fushun, fifteen feet high, is a Fire God Temple. This was built by Fushun gentry spontaneously donated silver to repair it. Respect the Fire God in Liaodong is also considered a tradition. Now that the fire guns are booming, the Fire God has been suppressed.

All kinds of gods and immortals respecting the God of Fire became a fashion in Liaodong. The incense of Fire De Zhenjun became prosperous. On New Year's Eve, the Yamen allowed the people to make trees and flowers on the tall northern city wall.

But I saw more than a dozen blacksmiths wearing straw hats and sheepskin coats poured the hot iron into the basin.

The craft of making trees is much more spectacular than setting off fireworks. This is a craft created by three old blacksmiths in Zhangjiakou, Hebei during the Hongzhi period of the Ming Dynasty. They first melted scrap iron into iron, but they saw more than ten blacksmiths slaughtered.

He stepped forward into the belt, put the spoon into the molten iron, and the flames rose up. With a raised hand, the hot molten iron poured on the city wall and flew everywhere.

The roar of surprises came everywhere, and the gorgeous iron flowers bloomed like pear blossoms, and they were dancing like fish and dragons. The endless spectacular beauty even showed half of the night sky red. On the city wall, Ma Cheng felt refreshed and happy, with his wives, concubines, and children beside him.

Cheers and laughter, the molten iron cooled in the air, but it was still hot when it landed on the ground, and even the temperature on the city wall seemed to have risen a few degrees.

Ma Cheng brought his family to see the craftsmanship, and it was also a reward for these Ming craftsmen.

Later generations saw a lot of slandering the Ming Dynasty. Seeing it as the truth was the technique of making trees and flowers. The technical content contained in it. When the iron stove was born, the blower blew, and the scrap iron turned into iron after half an hour.

How high is the temperature? Ma Cheng guessed that it was a high temperature of more than one thousand degrees. This craft was invented by three folk blacksmiths.

This is the wisdom of the Ming Dynasty. The wisdom of the Ming Dynasty craftsmen does not have to be bad for foreigners.

As soon as the people's wisdom is opened, new learning is emerging, which is the foundation of the Ming Dynasty's powerful country. Now, the Ming craftsmen who have opened their horizons and improved their status invented and created various legendary technologies one by one. This is what Ma Cheng values.

When the wisdom of the Ming craftsmen was discovered, it was really like a cheat. The secret of why these Hebei craftsmen could boil molten iron to such a high temperature lies in innovative blowing technology.

The blast furnace is located at the front of the rectangular smelting furnace and has a wind nest. It is estimated that it is not difficult to heat the iron to more than 1,200 degrees. With the furnace temperature and the rich iron ore, the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty can build it.

What, a hundred-forged steel knife, high-quality gun barrel, cannon barrel, when the wisdom of the Ming Dynasty was no longer bound by Confucianism, it opened a prosperous era of military technology.

New Year's Eve, the southwest border.

Li Dingguo sat steadily in the central army tent, closed his eyes and rested, and a big knife that had been sheathed was spread across his legs. The account was full of his old foundation, wearing his big Red Army uniform, and his personal soldiers in his red army uniforms.

The officials guarded the left and right, and outside the tent, there were shocking shouts of killing.

As winter begins, heavy snow falls.

Under the pressure of supply, most of the Ming army withdrew to Lijiang Prefecture for winter. Only eight thousand elite soldiers of Zhongzhen Camp were left in the southwest front. On New Year's Eve, the front line was in a hurry, and people wearing animal skins and waving machetes emerged from the mountains.

, Groups of attacks on the defense line of Zhongzhen Camp, and the base was fiercely fought on the whole line. The Ming army relied on the military fort built on the mountain, and the stone walls fought back, but most of them still lost contact and fell into a siege.

The central army camp was silent, and torches were burning.

Li Dingguo's heart was as clear as a mirror. Although his eight thousand elite soldiers were trapped in a siege and blocked in military forts, they were not powerless to fight back. Before the winter began, the 100,000 troops built a large number of forts on the mountain, and now they were sent.
Chapter completed!