Obediently, he sat down next to Xiaoyou and opened the top booklet. Ziyu quickly flipped through the pages at a glance.
Seeing this, Xiaoyou nodded with satisfaction, then yawned, leaned on the table and fell asleep. After running outside for more than a month, the elegance taught by Princess Zhenbei had long been thrown back to Zhenbei.
Princess Bei is gone, only roughness and directness are left.
Over the past month or so, he has been extremely tired.
Time passed by, and the sound of even breathing and turning of books came from Xiaoyou's room.
The sky quickly dimmed, and the moon peeked out from the branches.
"Have you finished reading?" Stretching, Xiaoyou rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking at Ziyu who was sitting in front of the desk, frowning and writing furiously.
"No."
"Then if you don't read the account books, what kind of ghost symbols did you draw?" When he lowered his head and saw the lines that Ziyu drew on the white paper, which looked like ghost symbols, Xiaoyou immediately became angry.
"Xiaoyou, I want to stop the weapons-making area first..."
"What?" Before Ziyu could finish speaking, Xiaoyou jumped up from the table.
They dig gold mines, iron mines and coal mines, not just to make swords and guns. They have to stop now. This...
"Brother's woman, you are crazy." In anger, Xiaoyou directly called Ziyu by his previous name.
Ziyu shook his hand at the angry Xiaoyou: "Listen to me first. I now find that swords and guns can no longer keep up with the weapons of other countries. If the countries around us start to use guns and cannons, and we still only use swords and guns,
, the only thing you can do is to be enslaved by others."
She didn't have time to think about this at first. When she saw the place where her men's weapons were forged, and thinking about the matchlock guns brought by the Persian merchants during the day, Ziyu's heart suddenly became heavy.
You can never strengthen yourself by buying leftover weapons from others. Only they can make more advanced weapons themselves, so that they will not fall behind or be bullied by other countries.
This is very clear to me as a person who lived through New China during the Qingming Dynasty and the early Republic of China.
If you don't want to be bullied by others, if you want to bully others, you have to have bigger fists than others and be stronger than others.
Xiaoyou didn't quite understand guns and guns, but he heard an inexplicable feeling from Ziyu's words that he didn't understand, but felt his blood boil.
"What are you going to do?" Xiaoyou looked at Ziyu hesitantly and tilted his head.
Ziyu slowly narrowed his eyes: "I want to create a weapon that is more powerful than a sword or a matchlock gun."
If you want to make the twenty-seven cities in Zhenbei fundamentally strong, you don't need to seize the territory first and push it to the rule of Later Qin, but use absolute force.
Absolute force, absolute financial resources, and absolutely big fists that shocked everyone.
Think about why the United States in the 21st century is so tyrannical. It dares to fight and intervene all over the world. Isn't it absolute force?
Narrowing his eyes, Ziyu slowly made a fist with his five fingers.
The eldest son of her family, Wen Tao, is good at everything but lacks financial resources and weapons. Now that she is here, she will be responsible for arming him to the teeth.
He waved his clenched fist fiercely in the air.
Armed to the teeth.
Arm the twenty-seven cities in Zhenbei to the teeth with absolute force.
"What are you going to build?" Xiaoyou looked at Ziyu and felt inexplicably excited, and her little face came right in front of Ziyu.
Ziyu glanced at Bei Mingyou, spread out the paper in front of him, and waved to Xiaoyou.
Bei Mingyou immediately felt embarrassed and lazy.
Obediently, he sat down next to Xiaoyou and opened the top booklet. Ziyu quickly flipped through the pages at a glance.
Seeing this, Xiaoyou nodded with satisfaction, then yawned, leaned on the table and fell asleep. After running outside for more than a month, the elegance taught by Princess Zhenbei had long been thrown back to Zhenbei.
Princess Bei is gone, only roughness and directness are left.
Over the past month or so, he has been extremely tired.
Time passed by, and the sound of even breathing and turning of books came from Xiaoyou's room.
The sky quickly dimmed, and the moon peeked out from the branches.
"Have you finished reading?" Stretching, Xiaoyou rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking at Ziyu who was sitting in front of the desk, frowning and writing furiously.
"No."
"Then if you don't read the account books, what kind of ghost symbols did you draw?" When he lowered his head and saw the lines that Ziyu drew on the white paper, which looked like ghost symbols, Xiaoyou immediately became angry.
"Xiaoyou, I want to stop the weapons-making area first..."
"What?" Before Ziyu could finish speaking, Xiaoyou jumped up from the table.
They dig gold mines, iron mines and coal mines, not just to make swords and guns. They have to stop now. This...
"Brother's woman, you are crazy." In anger, Xiaoyou directly called Ziyu by his previous name.
Ziyu shook his hand at the angry Xiaoyou: "Listen to me first. I now find that swords and guns can no longer keep up with the weapons of other countries. If the countries around us start to use guns and cannons, and we still only use swords and guns,
, the only thing you can do is to be enslaved by others."
She didn't have time to think about this at first. When she saw the place where her men's weapons were forged, and thinking about the matchlock guns brought by the Persian merchants during the day, Ziyu's heart suddenly became heavy.
You can never strengthen yourself by buying leftover weapons from others. Only they can make more advanced weapons themselves, so that they will not fall behind or be bullied by other countries.
This is very clear to me as a person who lived through New China during the Qingming Dynasty and the early Republic of China.
If you don't want to be bullied by others, if you want to bully others, you have to have bigger fists than others and be stronger than others.
Xiaoyou didn't quite understand guns and guns, but he heard an inexplicable feeling from Ziyu's words that he didn't understand, but felt his blood boil.
"What are you going to do?" Xiaoyou looked at Ziyu hesitantly and tilted his head.
Ziyu slowly narrowed his eyes: "I want to create a weapon that is more powerful than a sword or a matchlock gun."
If you want to make the twenty-seven cities in Zhenbei fundamentally strong, you don't need to seize the territory first and push it to the rule of Later Qin, but use absolute force.
Absolute force, absolute financial resources, and absolutely big fists that shocked everyone.
Think about why the United States in the 21st century is so tyrannical. It dares to fight and intervene all over the world. Isn't it absolute force?
Narrowing his eyes, Ziyu slowly made a fist with his five fingers.
The eldest son of her family, Wen Tao, is good at everything but lacks financial resources and weapons. Now that she is here, she will be responsible for arming him to the teeth.
He waved his clenched fist fiercely in the air.
Armed to the teeth.
Arm the twenty-seven cities in Zhenbei to the teeth with absolute force.
"What are you going to build?" Xiaoyou looked at Ziyu and felt inexplicably excited, and her little face came right in front of Ziyu.
Ziyu glanced at Bei Mingyou, spread out the paper in front of him, and waved to Xiaoyou.