Some things are better not to be said too clearly, especially if the people you are talking to cannot completely trust each other.
People always like to talk superficially and talk deeply, but in fact it is a sign of unwiseness. Of course, one possibility is not ruled out.
That's bragging. Wei Cheng is not a person who likes to brag. He likes to act first and then talk. Let the results be your most powerful testimony.
So, the two communicated for an entire afternoon, but got nothing in the end. Huangfusong returned to the mansion helplessly. This was a mansion specially arranged by Wei Cheng. It was located in the north of the city, in a truly wealthy area.
Huangfuli was very pitiful. Before her uncle came, she had been living in an inn. Although the environment of the inn is not bad, it is still a little too cramped compared to the three-in-one courtyard.
You know, the Guanzhong area is vast and sparsely populated, and the area of the Huangfu family's ancestral home even exceeds half of Anyi County.
"Uncle, what should we do next, go back to the north of Liangzhou, or stay here and wait for the opportunity?" Huangfuli sat at the bottom and looked at her uncle Huangfusong who had his eyes closed and meditated behind the low table.
An exquisite eight-sided Han sword was placed on the low table in front of Huangfu Song. This is a sample that Wei Cheng gave him, a standard Han sword made from Longshan iron tires. The craftsmanship has far exceeded the smelting technology of this era. This is a mass-produced weapon.
This is Wei Cheng selling his own iron tires to Huangfu Song. The smelting plant in Longshan has grown to a large scale, and the number of iron tires produced every day even exceeds the annual output of the Han Dynasty.
The first step of the five-year plan is to put industry first. In the area of smelting, Hao Dadao did not disappoint Wei Cheng.
Huangfu Song stood up and took out the sword from his waist. It was a precious sword given by the late emperor. He had accompanied him in battles in the north and south over the years, and he had drunk a lot of evil blood.
"Zhengping, you hold the knife." Huangfusong handed the knife to his nephew Huangfuli, and then motioned for him to take a step back.
Huangfuli took the sword and frowned as she watched Huangfusong draw out the eight-sided Han sword.
"Uncle, this sword is a gift from the late emperor!" Huangfusong raised his eyebrows and said sternly: "Oh, so you think this sword will lose?" Huangfuli was stunned, feeling a little distressed for the sword in her hand. The treasured sword responded: "Uncle, it's a pity that this sword is broken." Huangfu Song nodded slightly with an indifferent expression, and then without hesitation, he swung the eight-sided Han sword and struck the treasured sword.
Huangfuli resisted and even used her strength to try to keep the sword. Unfortunately, Huangfu Song seemed to have predicted it. With a flick of his wrist, the power of the Eight-sided Han Sword increased even more.
Huh, the swords collided with each other, and the royal sword broke in response. Looking at the half-cut blade that fell on the ground, the two of them didn't look surprised, but Huangfuli looked distressed.
Originally, the knife was supposed to be more suitable for cutting, while the sword was more suitable for thrusting. Now, the imperial-given sword was actually broken by a sword. In addition to Huangfu Song's great kung fu, what's more important is that the two There are huge differences in materials and forging processes.
Wei Cheng's words flashed through Huangfusong's mind.
"With five hundred standard weapons every month, I want the general to ensure that the trade route from the Western Regions to Bingzhou is unimpeded." Huangfusong was hesitant at first. After all, extending the trade route to Bingzhou would have a great impact on him.
However, after seeing the power of the Eight-sided Han Sword, Huangfusong suddenly felt that this business seemed feasible.
Although he didn't know why Wei Cheng didn't join him in going south to beg Dong, Huangfu Song had already thought about it. When one day I have enough magical weapons and sharp blades, it seems that I am not incapable of taking action against Dong.
Wei Mansion. Wei Cheng and Wei Min sat opposite each other, with a chessboard placed on the low table in front of them. Wei Teng's black stones already had most of the advantage, but Wei Min still remained calm and calm when making moves.
"Cheng'er's move has advantages and disadvantages. It seems to have balanced the situation at the moment, but if you look at it in the long run, it is equivalent to increasing the strength of all parties in disguise. I'm afraid there will be endless troubles." Wei Min made a mistake and ate Wei Cheng's seven sunspots. , the situation opened up instantly.
Wei Cheng raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "How come the second uncle thinks I didn't do it on purpose?" After saying that, Wei Cheng made a move easily and locked Wei Min's white piece again.
"I have seen an interesting story in ancient books. It is said that there is a country called Fei in the far west. The people there have skin as black as coal and live a life of eating hair and drinking blood. The most advanced weapons are only spears and wooden bows. "
"These days have passed for hundreds or thousands of years. Suddenly one day, a fisherman from a small country discovered this isolated country and found a large number of gold mines and gem mines here." Wei Min's expression moved and he stopped silently. After thinking about the chess game, he picked up the wine glass on the side and sipped lightly, and listened carefully.
Seeing this, Wei Cheng also picked up his wine glass and continued telling the story with a smile.
"After the fisherman returned to his country, he immediately found the king. After telling the news, he received a reward and became the navy general of the country. Soon he led a large number of troops to the country called Fei."
"One side has sharp iron tools, and the other side has dull stone tools. The outcome of the battle can be imagined. However, after massacring several villages, this fisherman suddenly discovered a fatal problem." Wei Min twisted his beard and raised his head, murmuring softly. "No one is mining anymore?" Wei Cheng's eyes lit up and he laughed and said: "Yes, as expected of my second uncle. The fisherman found out that they had killed everyone, so he had no choice but to let the soldiers go mining. But in this way Come on, get twice the result with half the effort, how long will it take to occupy the entire African country?"
"Later, the fisherman came up with a good idea, which was to make friends with the local indigenous people. They provided a large amount of iron tools, supported one of the powerful tribes, and hired them to mine, plow, and farm."
"As large amounts of gold, silver, treasures and food were transported back from Africa, the people of the small country began to become rich. They did not have to mine or cultivate the land. They only had to think about how to enslave the indigenous people and how to improve their own Dominance." Wei Min nodded thoughtfully, finished a glass of wine, and frowned: "But the natives have more iron tools in their hands. One day they will not be satisfied with the status quo and stand still with those hoes. Those who stood up to resist." Wei Cheng nodded slightly, picked up the wine pot and poured wine for Wei Min, and continued: "There are indeed people who stood up to resist, but only a small number of people, because most people are content with the status quo. Ordinary people don't care about this. What they want is a stable life. As for who the second uncle knows." The uncle and nephew looked vaguely towards the courtyard next door, where Cai Yan and his daughters were visiting Liu He.
Wei Min knew clearly in his heart that the emperor once ruled the people, and the ordinary people did not care who the emperor was. What they needed was a leader who could lead them to live a prosperous life.
"Moreover, when those people stand up to resist, they will be shocked to find that the hoes in their hands are just production tools eliminated by the invaders. Facing the sharper axes and iron bows, they have no room to resist. ." After Wei Cheng finished speaking, he picked up a black stone again and dropped it on the chessboard. The black stone was connected to the city, and the white stone had nowhere to escape.
Wei Min looked down, smiled and shook his head,
"I lost again."
