Although he did not leave Niuzhuji and went down the river to Suzhou, the waterway was smooth and news flowed, and Fang Jun was already aware of the rumors about him among the people in Suzhou.
Treating blood like life, killing like hemp, and treating human life with care... He said that this war not only killed tens of thousands of Shanyue rebels, but also brought thousands of Han people to Xuanrun and Runzhou. Most of them had their heads on the ground, and the blood reflected the river red...
What's more, he said that he specifically hunted and killed young children, then cracked their heads and sucked out their brains. This was even more cruel than the Emperor Shi Sui of the Later Zhao Dynasty who cooked the meat of nuns with cattle and sheep. He was simply a humanoid beast. .
Fang Jun knew that this was a counterattack launched by the Jiangnan nobles unwillingly. It seemed that the dead soldiers killed by Niu Zhuji had indeed touched the pain of the Jiangnan nobles. The Jiangnan gentry have always regarded themselves as "Chinese attire". To a certain extent, they do represent the most authentic Han tradition. Compared with the increasingly hybrid blood in the north, they are purer. Therefore, most of the time, the Jiangnan gentry have to pay attention to face when doing things. Even if they are full of male thieves and female prostitutes, they still have to be calm and call for justice on the surface. Unless they have suffered extremely serious Such a blow would not cause him to launch such a counterattack regardless of his face.
Bad reputation and slander are the most despicable means...
Reputation is very important in this era, and tarnishing someone's reputation is like killing one's parents. This is a deadly feud. It does not have a good reputation, and it is a bit exaggerated to say that it is difficult to move forward, but it does have a great impact on Fang Jun's subsequent layout in Jiangnan, and the negative effects are very obvious.
But right now, Fang Jun can't find time to be upset and angry.
After the war is over, the battle losses must be recorded in detail. Twenty-four soldiers who stayed on the mountain were killed in the battle. It is believed that most of them were killed during the previous Shanyue charges. In the final decisive battle, because they were protected by iron armor, the Shanyue coalition was killed in the blink of an eye until their morale collapsed and there were only casualties. Almost negligible.
These soldiers who died in battle should report their names to the Ministry of War and ask for merit. Although a person is dead, his merit can be extended to his family. For a civilian family, the merit of sacrificing one's life for the country and quelling bureaucratic chaos is enough to ensure that the family does not have to pay various taxes and land rents within three generations, allowing the family to live happily and stably.
The most troublesome thing is the coking method... I have never been exposed to this, and Fang Jun is also confused. I have no choice but to use his ultimate move - I know the principle anyway, and let the craftsmen below experiment with the rest. As long as the direction is correct, the results will eventually come out...
Just when I was feeling sad and regretful about why I didn't read more miscellaneous books or take more elective courses when I was in school, Xi Junmai came to inform me that Yu Ming, a farmer from the countryside, was asking for a meeting.
"Yu Ming's name?" Fang Jun was stunned, what kind of weird surname is this? He had never heard of it, and was worried about coking, so he waved his hand casually: "Never heard of it, no see." Then he frowned and thought hard, trying to carefully search for anything about coking in his increasingly faint memory. A little bit of clues...
Xi Junmai turned around and exited.
Not a moment later, the knock on the door rang again.
Fang Jun interrupted his thoughts and said angrily: "I told you not to see me, so don't bother me!"
"Haha, Confucius said: How pleasant is it to have friends come from far away? Why is it that the Marquis is so disrespectful and turns away the guests?" A voice, although old, sounded very comforting.
Fang Jun was stunned, stood up and opened the door.
An old man with a broad robe and a high crown on his head stood in front of the door with a bright smile. This old man is tall and thin, with a big frame. He wears a large robe that makes the clothes fly, and he has a certain charm of immortality.
Fang Jun's heart tightened and he subconsciously looked around.
Xi Junmai was standing behind the old man with a strange look on his face...
In order to prevent the Jiangnan nobles from retaliating, the iron factory was heavily guarded by soldiers. Why did Xi Junmai bring the old man here even though he refused?
"I'm a humble man from the mountains, please pay my respects to the Marquis."
The old man bowed and saluted with perfect manners, then straightened up, with a warm smile, and the folds on his face seemed to be like blooming chrysanthemums: "It is really rude to come here without permission. However, the Marquis is a man of great wisdom, and he has extraordinary knowledge. Extraordinary, if you think about it, you won't be like those ordinary people, rejecting people thousands of miles away."
Although this old man is not young, his speech and behavior give people a kind and comfortable feeling, which makes it difficult to feel bad.
Fang Jun glared at the anxious Xi Junmai, then said with a smile: "My father-in-law is ridiculously complimenting me. How can I be so virtuous and worthy of such a comment? As for the great wisdom, it is even more laughable."
Gengu Qingqi?
Could it be that this old man is a master who is hiding in the world, and he couldn't bear to lose his unique skills. Seeing that he is a martial arts prodigy, he came out and wanted to take him as his disciple and teach him his unrivaled skills that shocked the past and the present?
Then he can punch Li Yuanba, kick Pei Yuanqing, and bloody Yuwen Chengdu?
Your mother!
This is a time-travel novel, not fantasy, and certainly not "Shuo Tang"...
However, this old man looked strange, but he seemed to have no ill intentions. He turned sideways and said softly: "I am a visitor from afar. If I don't mind the simple situation of the house, why don't you come in and talk about it?"
The old man laughed loudly and stepped in: "I have been poor all my life, living with rotten trees and stubborn rocks. Whether it is simple or prosperous, it is just a passing cloud to me!"
As the old man walked into the house, Fang Jun glared at Xi Junmai and whispered: "Didn't you say you won't see me? Why did you let him in?"
Xi Junmai looked horrified, swallowed his saliva, and said nonchalantly: "He didn't put it in, he walked in by himself! This old man... is so evil. He walked ten steps from the iron furnace to here. …”
Fang Jun opened his mouth wide and stretched his neck to look at the iron-making furnace behind the iron factory, and then at the house behind him on the edge of the mine. Isn't it a few hundred meters away?
Ten steps?
Is this "catching the toad in eight steps" or "flying on grass"?
However, Xi Junmai didn't expect to have the guts to trick him, so he had to order him to stand outside the door. Once he found any movement in the house, he would rush in to save him immediately!
Xi Junmai nodded fiercely, still feeling that he was not safe, so he waved and called over a pair of soldiers patrolling not far away, and stood ready in front of the door.
Fang Jun turned back to the house. The old man had already sat on the chair by himself. He swayed leisurely a few times and marveled: "This kind of long-legged chair is very comfortable to sit on, and the back can bear the stress, even if you work for a long time." It is shaped like a document and can maintain physical strength to the maximum extent. It is really a work of art! Is this long-legged thorn designed by the Marquis? Haha, the old man said that the Marquis has great wisdom, and the Marquis is still humble. If this is not a big deal, Wisdom, we can all kill ourselves..."
"It's just a plaything, how dare you call it wisdom?"
"You are so absurd! What is great wisdom? Driving a car on the road, driving a boat in the water, making fire from wood, plowing the soil for cultivation, these things may seem ordinary and worthless, but what kind of things can be created by someone who is not a great wise man? What is so ordinary? Seeing waves everywhere is great wisdom!”
The old man had a serious face.
Fang Jun was stunned. Could this old man be a philosopher?
"I don't need to praise you for those trivial things. If you continue to praise me, I will be ashamed." Fang Jun said as he sat on another chair.
This old man is so strange. As the saying goes, "Everyone must ask for something when they are polite." What is the purpose of giving all kinds of compliments as soon as they meet?
However, the old man obviously disagreed with Fang Jun's words and said displeasedly: "Then among the princes, who can be called the great wisdom?"
Fang Jun thought for a while and said: "In the subtle place, Xumi hides mustard seeds, and the mustard seeds accept Xumi, which can be called great wisdom; in the vast place, where the sun rises, the moon sets, and the stars move, it can be called great wisdom."
In fact, this is not Fang Jun’s original intention. The power of science is omnipresent. Landing on Mars is great wisdom, but drilling wood to make fire is not great wisdom? Discovering the God Particle is great wisdom, but figuring out why one plus one equals two is not great wisdom?
The old man's words are right. Seeing waves in ordinary places is great wisdom!
But Fang Jun always felt that this old man was mysterious and weird, so he refused to obey him because he wanted to argue!
The old man seemed to be aware of Fang Jun's state of mind. He chuckled and didn't take it seriously: "It seems that the Marquis still has a hard time letting go of my presumptuous visit. Well, I won't beat around the bush and just tell you the reason for your visit."
As he spoke, he stared at Fang Jun with sparkling eyes, and said slowly: "I have been immersed in various mechanical and magical techniques all my life. I have dabbled in iron-making, and have also studied casting, but I want to break my head. I wonder how the Marquis can cast hundreds of armored riding equipment overnight! I wonder if the Marquis can tell me?"
