The afterglow of the sunset filtered through the window, reflecting the face of King Xia Wen red. The ambitions he once had have long been wiped out by the temper of the years.
But no matter what age a man is, there is a boy in his heart, even a king like King Xia Wen cannot be excluded.
"Xiu Wen, Gu asked Zhou Qi to prepare a hundred thousand troops according to this list. Do you think there is anything else to add?"
Qu Xiuwen cupped his hands and smiled and said, "Your Majesty, it's useless for anyone to go to the border army. As long as the young master is here, no one can make a difference."
"Cough cough cough~~~~!"
Suddenly King Xia Wen coughed violently, grabbed the pills on the table and took it. After a long time, his breathing became calmer.
"Gu's father once said that the Huns are a serious problem for Daxia, and there is nothing I can do about it. If we can completely wipe out the Huns in Zhao'er's generation, it will definitely be a great contribution to the country. In one fell swoop, I, Daxia, will no longer have to worry about anything. .”
Qu Xiuwen took a deep breath, knelt on the ground, and bumped his head tightly against the cold stone slab. He said generously, "Your Majesty, I don't have much friendship with Young Master Zhao, and I have no selfish intentions. If Young Master Zhao is allowed to become his legitimate son, he will definitely be able to complete the task for Your Majesty." A dream from the past.”
King Xia Wen narrowed his eyes, but slowly closed them in vain. After his son lost his memory, he not only forgot about himself, but also couldn't even remember the past, but it gave off a different brilliance.
He seemed to have a convincing aura, courage, determination, and wisdom all appearing in him. To be honest, King Xia Wen liked his current son more.
The king's power changes, and the most ruthless emperor's family. The king's son is not only a son, but also a future prince. The future king puts his favorite son on the throne according to his own preferences. This is not loving him but harming him.
"Xiuwen, you and I are a monarch and a minister, so there is no need to be so restrained."
King Xia Wen stood up, came outside the palace, looked at the setting sun in the distance, the setting sun was like blood, stretching his figure, and said in a voice that seemed to be talking to himself, "Let this be the final test for Zhao'er." .”
No matter how chaotic the affairs of the court were, they would not affect him at all.
At this time, Yang Gan, wearing a bamboo hat and bare arms, stood in a large iron mine, directing everyone.
In a few days, the fence and accommodation had been completed. Yang Gan originally planned to come and have a look, and the walk would be too long. Who knew that the facilities here were simple and crude, which greatly affected the mining speed.
Yang Qian wanted to single-handedly bring the entire dynasty from the semi-bronze age to the full iron age, so there would never be too much iron ore. If it couldn't be smelted, it was always right to mine it first.
But this kind of transport relies on human power. How much can be transported in a day? Iron ore is different from coal. There are not many open-air mines, and the ore is hard and not as easy to crush as coal.
Yang Gan had no choice but to spend a day or two designing some water conservancy machinery according to his own impressions.
Water wheel ore belt: Yang Gan made it according to the traditional water wheel and wooden tracks. If there is water flow next to some iron ore, the water wheel is equipped with a large keel. Driven by the water, the ore is put into the track. on wooden planks, brought from underground to the surface.
Therefore, as long as the slaves quarry the ore, crush it on the spot, and pour it onto the caterpillar tracks, these small iron ores and powder will be continuously transported up.
Of course, when this large-scale water conservancy machine was first built, it only ran for a few seconds before it collapsed. The reason was that the water wheel was too small and lacked power.
Yang Gan refitted it again and put the water
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The wheel was enlarged a few sizes. If the river was not big, he would have designed a larger one, but this new waterwheel still stalled.
After my own inspection, I realized that it turned out that the iron ore was heavy, and the power of the water flow could only bring up one-third of the designed amount at a time.
Adhering to the idea that there are more solutions than difficulties, Yang Gan gathered his family members and began to discuss. Under Shuihu's suggestion, he built a small dam, and then closed the water outlet to increase the impact of the water flow.
Unexpectedly, the large water wheel was brought up at once. Now, not only the efficiency was greatly increased, but the guards could also be reduced. Most of the Huns were driven directly into the mine and were not allowed to come out. Anyway, after a long time, there will be a pit bottom below.
As long as they are guaranteed not to die, there is no need to worry about the quality of life. What else does the defeated side want to do? There is no Geneva Treaty now.
Unfortunately, there are no rivers near most iron mines, and Yang Gan is not stupid. If traditional methods don't work, then he has to rely on his imagination.
Use a huge piece of wood to make a large gear, and use dozens of cows to pull it. Once several large gears are built, the iron ore on the tracks can be continuously lifted up.
Fortunately, Lao Chen in Zhuangzi didn't see such a waste of cattle labor, otherwise his blood vessels would have burst.
Yang Qian doesn't care. There is not much of anything now, only cattle, sheep and horses. Even if they sell some, there is still a lot of them, especially cattle, there are so many. Now Lao Chen and the others are still worried about the pasture of cattle.
The seven iron mines were producing iron ore at full power. Some blacksmiths in the military camp were asked to return some of the iron ore and smelt it directly to make iron ingots and send them to Baiyunguan.
"Yang Qian, drink some water." Zhou Zhiyu and Xiao Yu walked in from outside, with smiles on their faces.
During this period, Zhou Zhiyu was extremely relaxed, and the family rules of the scholar-bureaucrats were strict. Although there was no saying that women could not go out on the streets, they generally still stayed at home.
He tied the pottery bowl and drank it all in one gulp, wiping the water off his chin, and looked anxiously at the iron ore production chain.
"The speed is still too slow and there are too few slaves."
"I've been busy for several days in a row. When will you come home? If you don't go back, your little maid won't be able to help but come looking for you." Zhou Zhiyu said with a smile.
Wiping the sweat with his arm, Yang Qianqiu frowned, "It's still early. I've been a little distracted lately."
"Huh? What's the reason? Is it because I'm too tired?" Zhou Zhiyu asked curiously.
Yang Gan shook his head, "If I'm tired, I fall asleep. Since the past few days, my heart has been feeling like it's being grabbed by something. It's very uncomfortable. It's getting worse and worse these days."
"Why don't you go see the doctor?" Zhou Zhiyu asked with concern.
"I'm talking about heart-wrenching, not physical. I feel like the war is about to break out, and things may have changed on the grassland. Yu'er, what do you think I should prepare for now?"
Yang Gan turned to look at Xiao Yu. From the time he just traveled through time to now, he has been making his own decisions all the way. To be honest, his hair has started to fall out.
Xiao Yu smiled and said, "I want to ask the young master if he is brave enough."
"Oh or~~~! I have never been very courageous, but I am definitely not afraid of trouble." Yang Qian was stunned for a moment. This was the first time that someone asked him whether he was courageous or not.
"Young master said, there are not enough slaves. The population on the grassland is more than one million. The Xiongnu alone has a population of over one million. There are also the Jie and Yue clans. There must be at least one or two million people in the entire grassland. If these people
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I will mine and work for you. I believe that the young master will be as rich as the country in the future. "
Yang Gan's eyes narrowed and he said secretly, "Sure enough, women have the most poisonous hearts. They have such great ambitions. They actually want to wipe out all the nomads."
"Yu'er, if you have any plans, just tell me."
"If the Xiongnu is really in civil strife, the Jie and Yue clans can be involved. I need to plan carefully for the specific operation."
Yang Gan frowned and thought carefully, "Is the situation going to be too big? If we can't control it, it will probably get burned. Once a coalition is formed, with more than 500,000 troops, Baiyunguan may not be able to stop it."
Xiao Yu's indifferent eyes revealed strong madness, "Either don't do it, or do it absolutely. Once such an opportunity is missed, even if only the Huns are annihilated, what should we do with the other three tribes and other large and small tribes?"
Yang Gan kept walking around the mine with his hands on his hips, calculating his gains and losses. The sun gradually rose and shone directly above his head, reversing the direction of his shadow.
"Make a plan first. If the king supports my 50,000-strong army, then follow your wishes. If not, the Huns will be eaten. Other tribes will have to find other ways."
"promise."
Yang Qian seemed to have thought of something and patted Zhou Zhiyu, "Are you still comfortable living here?"
"An Xin, why? You dislike me for eating too much and are you going to drive me away?" Zhou Zhiyu said angrily.
Since coming here, he can do whatever he wants. Yang Qian doesn't care about himself at all, and he can still hang out in the market. He has become very familiar with Zhang Yumeng recently.
"I'm worried about your parents. You've been here for almost half a year. Are you sure you don't want to go home?"
Zhou Zhiyu curled her lips and said, "Huh, my father doesn't care about my life or death. Why should I go back? It's better to live here."
Yang Gan sighed and advised, "Even if they are not your parents, they are still your parents. Although there may be difficulties in letting you marry someone you don't want to marry."
"I won't go, I won't go back. I'll go back when I'm tired of playing. By the way, that... that..." Zhou Zhiyu suddenly felt a little embarrassed towards Yang Qian and twirled his fingers.
Yang Qian had no choice but to take out a heavy money bag from his arms and put it in her hand, "Stop gambling and don't hang out with Zhang Yumeng, she is not a good person."
Zhou Zhiyu's eyes lit up, and he felt that there was a lot of money from the money bag. After quickly putting the money away, he said in surprise, "Is it strange?"
"Strange? You don't want the money? Okay, then give it back to me. The landlord's family won't have any food left." Yang Gan pretended to take it back.
Zhou Zhiyu was shocked. He covered his sleeves and said in panic, "Who said no? What I'm saying is that you said Zhang Yumeng is a bad person, and she also said you are a bad person, and the tone and tone of your words are quite similar. "
"Don't believe anything she says. Am I a bad person?"
"That's what she said too, so I shouldn't believe you."
Yang Qian twitched the corner of his mouth, "You bastard, after you came here, you used mine after eating, and you still dare to say bad things about me."
"Hmph, I'll leave you a favor, follow me." Yang Qian couldn't help but said, taking Zhou Zhiyu and Xiao Yu to the farm in a carriage.
The farm was completely different at this time. Looking up, the green and yellow grains were constantly swaying with the wind. In the green vegetable field, fat and tender alfalfa had grown.
Rows of brand new wooden houses stand in rows, with large chimneys standing on the roofs. There is no smoke now, but you can imagine how warm it will be once winter comes.
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