The reason why a strong man is a strong man is because he sets a very high standard and requirement for those who come after him:
It almost expanded its territory to the limit of what the feudal dynasty could expand, and it still governed it directly.
Jiuzhen, Rinan, and Jiaozhi were too far away from the Central Plains in ancient times.
When a country is strong, it has the power to bring them into the scope of governance.
When a country's national strength is weak, these places are most likely to break away from the Central Plains regime and become independent.
Or when you meet some short-sighted guy, you wave your hand and say very generously:
This barbarian land is a waste of money and food, no more!
Little did they know that this might seem like a temporary savings, but it would leave huge hidden dangers for future generations.
Because these places have long accepted the enlightenment of Han culture.
If we follow historical rules, or if latecomers can gain some momentum, we can maintain governance of these places step by step.
These places will gradually become Han areas.
What I'm afraid of is getting started, or giving up halfway through management.
In these places, without the continuous influence of Central Plains culture, but having been enlightened and civilized early, they will either gradually form their own independent culture, or they will be influenced by others into other cultures.
Over time, they will become "non-my kind".
Our ancestors have long warned: "People who are not of my race will have different minds."
You are generous and kind, but you are still impressed by yourself. "Those who are not my race" will not be grateful to you, and are always waiting for an opportunity to bite off a piece of fat from you.
Those with bigger appetites may simply want to devour you directly.
This can be said to be "the predecessors were generous, but the descendants suffered".
So, as someone who has done it before me, if you can work hard, you should still try your best.
Just like Mr. Feng, whenever he got the chance, he would work hard on the barbarian girl's garland.
As a result, Hua Xiaowu had no strength and could only lie lazily on the table without moving, let alone resisting.
The refreshed Feng Dasima sat back on his seat like a dog, and took back the "Mrs. Funan" that had been pushed to the corner of the table.
After patting it with one hand, it still felt like a dead fish and didn’t want to move. Hua Xiaowu said:
"Come down after you have rested. Don't let anyone come in again."
Although the door is closed, the ladies on the left and right may not knock on the door.
Hua Xiaowu hummed a few times before lazily getting up.
After cleaning up his body, Hua Xiaowu came over, put his arms around Feng's neck, and said in a tired voice:
"Alang, how many days will it take to revise this book?"
At this time, Mr. Feng was a gentleman, sitting upright, with only books in his eyes but no beauty:
"If you keep doing this, it will only waste more time."
When Hua Xiaowu heard this, she immediately became furious!
Who seemed to be as unforgiving as an animal just now?
Now you want to turn against others?
"I'm going to tell my husband-in-law that you're here to bully me on purpose, and you lied to me and said this was the funniest thing!"
When Feng Da Sima heard this, he was immediately excited:
"Why are you like this? I'm just kidding you. Don't worry, you'll be fine in a few days."
This book was originally prepared for Sun Quan.
It has been specially revised when I wrote it.
Now it's just a matter of changing some place names and people's names.
The only thing that's a little troublesome is that after the changes are completed, it has to be transcribed onto the leather again, and then it has to be aged to give it a sense of age.
After all, if it doesn't match up with the previous two books, it will be easy to mislead.
After hearing this, Hua Xiaowu smiled with satisfaction:
"Thank you, Alang."
As he spoke, he came up for a kiss, and then continued cheerfully:
"Then I will immediately arrange for people to be ready at any time. As soon as Alang is ready, let them set off immediately."
"So impatient?" Feng Dasima was shocked when he heard this, "Winter will definitely come after we finish it. Is it too late?"
"Why is it too late?" Hua Xiaowu waved his hand indifferently, "Such a big thing should be done as early as possible so that you can feel at ease."
"Besides, it's not like Guanzhong over there. It snows in winter, so there's no such thing as winter there."
"There's none?"
"Even if it does, it's not too cold in winter, so it doesn't matter."
Hua Xiaowu said, then leaned over and kissed:
"Alang, please worry more about this book. I'll go take a shower first."
Feng Da Sima shook his head in disgust and said "ugh":
"Go, go, go, it smells like raw chestnuts!"
"snort!"
Hua Xiaowu glared at him angrily, turned around and left.
The eighth month is still young, and the clothes are given in the ninth month.
In September in Chang'an, the autumn air was crisp and clear, which made Feng Da Sima feel refreshed.
At the foot of Yinshan Mountain in the north of Chang'an, it is already slightly chilly from time to time.
Yinshan Mountain cannot completely block the northwest wind blowing from the desert in the north - in September in the desert, northwest wind has occasionally appeared.
Although it is not very cold, I need to wear a thicker coat in the morning and evening.
Dahe Workshop dug a new channel, and then dug a reservoir at the end of the channel—actually it was almost the same as a lake.
The lake is divided into three openings, one flows back to the river, one branches to other places, and one leads directly to a certain smelting workshop.
At this time, billowing black smoke was emitting from the smelting workshop.
In the workshop, a water drain improved by the Prime Minister's wife drove several huge linked iron hammer heads, which were continuously moving up and down, automatically hitting the iron embryo with a "bang, bang, bang" sound, and sparks flying everywhere.
The craftsmen standing in front were constantly adjusting the iron materials very easily, making them gradually look like what they wanted.
During the Pre-Han Dynasty, primitive blast furnaces were already being used to smelt iron in the Central Plains, and this laid the foundation for steelmaking.
In the later years of the Later Han Dynasty, the steel filling method was introduced.
By Jihan, smelting had further developed.
Feng invested a lot of manpower and material resources, coupled with the strong support of the prime minister's wife and Pu Yuan.
The creative combination of blast furnaces, water rows, blowers, etc. finally allowed Ji Han's weapons and armor to take a further leap forward, both in quality and quantity.
The hydraulic forging hammer in front of us uses improved water drainage to forge better quality steel.
The most important thing is that this method liberates a large amount of labor.
It no longer requires a large number of young and strong laborers to hammer iron materials with sledgehammers as before.
Even an old and frail craftsman can easily use hydraulic machinery to produce a qualified piece of iron.
Moreover, using water power to forge the hammer head, which is larger than the head, is obviously more efficient than the sledgehammer of the Craftsman Wheel.
This is what Jiuyuan, whose labor force is not rich, needs most.
"Bang!"
As the big hammer on the edge struck the last blow, the craftsman stretched out his hand, grasped a handle on the edge, and pulled it upward with force.
Only a series of harsh friction sounds were heard, and the big hammer stopped.
"Mr. Lang, it's ready."
The forged iron plate, or possibly steel plate, was quickly pulled out.
Several shirtless young people quickly gathered around him excitedly.
"how?"
"Don't worry, it needs further processing before it can be officially tested."
"I hope I can meet Mr. Mei's requirements..."
"Yes, Chang'an is in a hurry these days."
"Have you not missed any forging data records?"
"Don't worry, the water flow rate, hammer head weight and speed were all measured and recorded by me myself."
…
I don’t know how long it took, but the group of young people were tinkering for a long time, and someone let out a sigh.
"Actually, there is no need to be discouraged." Someone comforted, "Although it cannot meet Mr. Mei's requirements, everyone has found that the quality of the steel plates these days is better than before."
"I have an idea. If the weight can be reduced a little, maybe it can be hung directly on the body. Isn't this much stronger than the scale armor?"
"Cao! We are not making armor weapons now!"
Someone is angry.
"Using waste, if such good steel is not used to make weapons and armor, why not use it to make agricultural tools?" The person who suggested it said angrily, "What is lost is what is gained, isn't it?"
"I think you should go to the weapons department instead of focusing on the right path. Wait until Mr. Mei comes over in person to see how you explain..."
…
After whispering, the steel plates were tagged, then placed in a pile of unqualified steel plates and sealed.
These steel plates are indeed unqualified for Mr. Mei's requirements, but they are the best steel plates that Dahe Workshop can currently produce.
But now they need to be part of the experimental record and cannot be left out at will.
Maybe they can only be used again after Mr. Mei sends someone to notify him that this stage of the experiment is over.
"It's okay, it's okay." Seeing that everyone was a little frustrated, the leading senior clapped his hands, "There are still several furnaces left!"
"Besides, haven't you noticed that the steel produced these days is better than before?"
"What does this mean? This means that our thinking is right and our direction is correct. As long as we follow our current thinking, I believe we will succeed soon!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone regained their morale:
"Well, it's just a waste of time. I don't believe it can't be used up!"
"The enemy!"
After encouraging each other, many people were gearing up for the next one.
but……
"Should I have a meal first? I've been busy for a long time and I'm already hungry."
"Let's go to the cafeteria."
"Go to a bird canteen! They treat people like pigs to eat in the canteen. What else can we do besides filling our stomachs? I want to go out to eat!"
“Where to eat?”
"Go to the restaurant in front of the woolen workshop to eat mutton."
Students from the college left Chang'an and came to Henan, a land full of barbarians and cattle and sheep, to work on ironwork. The subsidies were astonishingly high.
Even for an intern, one month's subsidy is enough to support a family of five or six in my hometown.
With so much money, what else can you do besides playing with irons on weekdays, which is so boring that you can't scratch your mouth?
"The mutton shop next to our workshop does pretty well, why do you have to go so far?"
"I just like what they make."
Then a classmate exposed his background:
"Ms. Feng Sanniang from the Woolen Textile Workshop is quite childish and cute..."
Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly became furious: "Get out! I just treat her as my younger sister!"
"Yes, yes, brother and sister..."
Someone was making strange noises.
Brother and sister, it has become quite popular these years.
After all, these are all the disciples and grandsons of someone named Feng.
Feng was calling her, but in the end she was called to the house and became his wife.
"Ah? Lao Wang has someone he likes?"
"Surnamed Feng?"
"He has the same surname as the mountain chief."
Lao Wang blushed:
"Isn't it good to have the same surname as the mountain leader?"
“Very good, very good!”
"Hahaha……"
"Let's go, let's go. We're late. The wool spinning workshop is about to close. I won't see Madam Feng Sanniang by then, so Lao Wang will be anxious again."
"Cao!"
A group of polite scum returned to the dormitory, took a simple shower, changed their clothes, and turned into handsome men in Tsing Yi students.
Go out the door and walk towards the wool spinning workshop.
The slanting sunset shone on them, showing no trace of twilight at all.
On the contrary, their wanton laughter injected a lot of vitality into this evening.
"so good!"
Feng Chuan, who was sitting at the gate of Dahe Gongfang Academy, watched these students in Tsing Yi pass by, and couldn't help but show a little envy in his eyes.
In the Han Dynasty, wearing Tsing Yi may not mean anything.
But a group of young men wearing Tsing Yi means that they are students of the Royal Academy.
This is an enviable status.
Including Feng Chuan, who is currently undergoing labor reform.
So many students who have graduated, including those who have entered official careers, will carefully preserve the Tsing Yi they wore in college.
Then I would wear it specially when attending a party.
Students of the Royal Academy can read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.
We must establish our mind for heaven and earth, we must establish our destiny for the living people, we must carry on the unique teachings of the past saints, and we must create peace for all generations.
For people in this era, this kind of honor and mission is supreme.
No matter how dirty the reality is, no one has ever dared to openly blaspheme this honor and mission.
No matter how much Feng Chuan hated Ji Han's court, he was indeed a little envious at this time.
A long shadow covered him, and then another person sat down next to him:
"Don't be envious. Make good changes. You are still young. As long as you survive these five years, you might also have the opportunity to study in Chang'an."
Feng Chuan quickly stood up and said respectfully: "Superintendent Li."
"Since school is over, there is no need for this."
Is the person who is called Superintendent Li still a good person?
But because he has been traveling at the border for many years and is eroded by wind and sand, he looks older than his actual age.
"Sit down," Superintendent Li patted the seat next to him, "It's been a hard day, and this is the best time to relax."
Feng Chuan bowed again and then carefully sat down.
He had only been back from the farm for a few days, so he had to maintain the utmost respect for Superintendent Li in front of him.
Otherwise, if they are sent back to the farm again, there will be no hope.
Watching the group of students in Tsing Yi gradually disappearing, Feng Chuan asked cautiously:
"Superintendent Li, are you also from the academy?"
Superintendent Li withdrew his complex gaze from the group of students in Tsing Yi and shook his head gently:
"No, I can't compare with them."
"Ah, I'm sorry..."
"There is no need to apologize," Superintendent Li's eyes turned to the south again, with deep longing in his eyes, "This is not something shameful."
"The Han Dynasty back then was not as powerful as it is today, and there was only Nanxiang College."
"Feng...Feng, it was Feng Dashima who was the governor of Liangzhou at that time who first proposed that Liangzhou conduct examinations and select officials."
In other people's mouths, Feng Da Sima shouted very smoothly, but Superintendent Li stuttered a bit, which is quite interesting.
Speaking of this, Superintendent Li showed a complicated expression on his face:
"At that time, my family was in decline, and my sister and I were close to each other. Later, my sister had no choice but to marry a soldier in the army because of me."
"That's how I got the martial artist's recommendation and went to Liangzhou to gain fame."
(Note: Chapter 868: Helping the Demon)
Thinking of his second mother, Feng Chuan's expression also became complicated.
It turned out that Superintendent Li's experience was not much different from his own.
His surname was Li, and he came from Shu. Feng Chuan could already vaguely guess the origin of Superintendent Li.
How many such evil things have Feng and his vicious dogs done over the years?
Thinking of this, Feng Chuan could no longer suppress his emotions and asked indifferently:
"Superintendent Li, do you hate it?"
"Hate?" Superintendent Li was startled, then looked at Feng Chuan, saw the dancing and shining flames in his eyes, and suddenly smiled.
Then he turned around and looked into the distance.
There, the endless grassland seems to stretch to the horizon.
Being in it will only make people feel very small, very small...
"When it comes to hate, it must be hate at the beginning."
Superintendent Li’s voice became distant:
"But after seeing too many things, I gradually let it go. My current idea is to save up enough vacation time, then go home and see my sister."
As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face:
"Last month, my sister asked someone to send me a letter, saying that she already had two sons and a daughter, and I wanted to go back to see my nephew and niece."
Feng Chuan frowned:
"Why?"
He didn't understand why Superintendent Li would let go of such hatred.
This is a family feud.
Moreover, my sister was forced to marry a martial artist, and I had to live in the frontier, separated from my relatives for many years.
"Because this is the general trend." Superintendent Li stood up, patted Feng Chuan on the shoulder, and pointed to the river not far away, "Just like this river, it is so vast, we cannot change it, we can only adapt."
"Okay, I'm going home. My wife and children are still waiting for me. Didn't you say you want to see your family? Let's go quickly."
After staying in the frontier for so many years, Superintendent Li had already married a wife and had children here.
There are even two Orchids at home.
Life was pretty good.
Feng Wei looked at Superintendent Li leaving with a bit of confusion in his eyes.
What is the general trend?
Somewhat confused, I arrived at the gate of the wool spinning workshop. The sun had already reached the top of the mountain, and I was surprised to find that the workshop had already stopped work.
Where is grandma?
Where is Sanniang?
Looking around anxiously, he heard a cry:
"Brother, brother!"
I followed the sound and saw the second floor of the dining hall opposite. I poked my head and asked, who is it if it's not Sanniang?
Feng Chuan was about to take action when suddenly another head popped out from beside Sanniang.
The head of a strange man.
The man seemed to have asked Sanniang something.
Sanniang turned her head and said something more.
The key is, why are the two so close?
This doesn't work, it seems too intimate!
Don’t you know that men and women do not interact with each other in public?
Feng Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he thought of Er Niang inexplicably, and suddenly there was wind under his feet, and he cursed:
"Cao!"
PS: This is an additional update to supply Uncle Bear.