The wheel of history is constantly moving forward, and everything that stands in its way will be ruthlessly crushed into powder. The guys who think they are powerful are like praying mantis in front of the wheel, and they are finally going to perish. History has its own unique way of recounting the biographies of countries and people, and it never stops.

As the sun sets, the fiery red sunset reflects the sky as if it is on fire. After a busy day, the villagers walked back to Zhuangzi with the fragrance of the earth and the exhaustion of their bodies. The hard work drained everyone's body, but the smile never disappeared from their faces.

The harvest was abundant, and the golden waves of wheat disappeared one by one. The land where the Han family was born was exposed, and the last people who remained in the field were tying up the harvested wheat. At the foot of the hillside in the distance, the Huns were looking around at their new home. The Huns, who had lived in tents for many years, now also live in the tiled houses of the Han family.

Batu looked at the red-brick house and stuffed lamb into his mouth. He was content with his present days, and the days of prisoners of war had brought him and his people to humiliation. Those days were accompanied by nothing but whips and hunger, and Batu thanked this thin marquis from the bottom of his heart. It was he who rescued himself and his people from the whip, and in the Yunjia Zhuangzi they did not see insults and hostility, but received respect and friendliness.

Now the days are happier than on the grassland, at least the dolls in the clan can be fed and clothed. This is the most important responsibility of a good tribal leader, and Batu wants to live like this forever.

The children who herded the sheep returned, and they greeted the sheep as if they were in their hometown on the grassland. The babies on the grassland are born to herd sheep, just as wolves are born to eat meat and sheep are born to eat grass.

But Batu didn't dare to expose the slightest bit of wolf's ferocity, because the Hou Ye was kind and terrifying. The warriors around him can shoot the geese in the sky with ease, and the leopards around him can deal with the most ferocious hungry wolves. The fierceness of the tiger, the fierceness of the bear, and the composure of the goshawk all made Batu deeply jealous, not to mention the mysterious man called Phantom Sky. He had no doubt that as long as this marquis gave an order, peace and tranquility would immediately turn into bloodshed and killing, just like that night on the grassland. A tribe of hundreds of warriors was left with only more than 200 old and weak women and children, living a humiliating life as prisoners of war.

It's better to be an obedient dog before you can't become a wolf, at least you can survive this way, the bloodline of your ancestors needs to be inherited, and the god of Kunlun will always bless his people.

Yun Xiao stepped on the colorful cement bricks and walked towards the Huns' station, followed by the Cang brothers Phantom Heaven and the big hammer.

Absolute obedience comes from absolute fear, and Yun Xiao knows this clearly. Kindness is as important as deterrence to those who use wolves as totems. Dogs wag their tails when they are fed, and wolves bite when they are fed. Only with a machete in his hand, the vicious wolf will pick up his tail and obediently be a dog.

The Yun family's farmer is like a flock of sheep, and it is always unsafe for a group of hungry wolves to lie next to the sheep. The only way is for the shepherd to carry a shotgun in his hand, so that the hungry wolf will turn into a shepherd dog and defend the flock from other hungry wolves.

That's why Yun Xiao let the goshawk shoot the eagle, so the bear tore a wolf alive. When the fierce eyes of the tiger swept over those Hun men, they all lowered their eyelids. Yun Xiao knew that this was a sign of fear, and it was a good thing to make these wolves afraid.

The fire in the cement kiln has been burning for more than ten days, and the nearby mountains and forests are covered with a layer of black ash. Yun Xiao instructed Batu to find someone to extinguish the kiln fire with cold water and remove the bricks from the sealing kiln. A large pile of black things appeared, and Yun Xiao picked up a piece and looked at it carefully. Yes, I still remember the coking process I saw in Shanxi back then.

In the cement kiln, a blast furnace is built with red bricks, and the coking coal stacked in the kiln is ignited manually with the help of the ignition hole on the side wall of the kiln, and the hot gas flow formed by the exhaust gas produced by coal combustion and a large number of unburned coal cracking products is heated layer by layer by relying on the combustion heat of the coking coal itself, and continues to burn through the fuse channel on the side wall of the kiln chamber, and part of the heat is transferred into the kiln.

After burning for eleven days, Yun Xiao looked at the coke in his hand with satisfaction. With this coke, it is not particularly difficult to develop some steel.

"Sledgehammer, you get someone to bring all this coke back. You are an expert at striking iron and know what these things mean. ”

The sledgehammer looked carefully at the coke in his hand, and he didn't understand. Heaven is fair, and since he was given a strong physique, he would not be given a smart brain. If you have both, you will be king everywhere.

It's finally here, and history won't change its trajectory because of Yun Xiao's idea of wanting to be a pig.

As recorded in the history books, Chao Cuo still fell on the famous policy of cutting the domain. Three months later, seven princes in the land of the Han Dynasty would rebel because they were dissatisfied with this decree. Countless heads of people fell to the ground, right in front of him, but Yun Xiao couldn't do anything.

"Fisherman, I wonder if the Gongpai can build blades?"

"The sledgehammer is a good hand at building blades, and what does the moment want to build blades. Could it be ...... You want to ......"

"Don't guess, I don't have the heart to rebel. It is not my ideal to live a life like a pig, and it is my life goal to live a life like a pig. However, there are still rebels after all, and the attraction of the emperor's throne is too great. There will always be some self-righteous guys who want to sit on it, and look at it, under the order of cutting the domain, there will definitely be an unwilling prince to rebel in three months.

I am a marquis, so I will naturally join the army. Not only me, but also my bankers will be drafted. You can't let them fight the enemy with a dung fork. ”

"The Ordnance Inspectorate will issue standard weapons, so we don't have to do this ourselves. Moreover, it is a violation of the laws of the Han Dynasty to build weapons without permission, and it is troublesome to pursue them. ”

"Don't worry, I'm not going to bother with that, I'm just going to get some of my own gadgets. Besides, it's still okay for me to put three or five blades on my guards, as long as I don't make them on a large scale. ”

Looking at the strange pattern in his hand, the fisherman couldn't figure out what this thing called stirrups and horseshoes was for. And why is the saber curved, but also single-sided. The swords of the Han people are all double-edged, and the old man is puzzled by this.

"There is a famous saying in the world of blades. It's called stabbing to death. Piercing wounds from assassination can usually kill a person lightly, while injuries from slashing are usually restored, which is common sense in building blades. Therefore, for many years, the weapons of the Han people were mainly spears and swords. ”

"Of course I know about stabbing to death, but the premise of stabbing is to stab the opponent. The so-called one inch long and one inch strong, double-edged sword can't be made long, which you know that the long sword is easy to break on the battlefield.

This ** knife is a single-sided blade and basically will not break. The curved blade can increase the cutting area and continuously destroy the opponent's body. The cavalry has the impact of a horse, and in conjunction with this scimitar, it can easily cut a person in two. Not to mention that the blade is four inches longer than the sword, and the cavalry will stab the opponent before others when hedged. ”

The old fisher looked at the pattern anew, and he felt that his decades of experience were at the level of kindergarten in front of this marquis. Look at the kind called the mace, the thick rod is covered with sharp cone spines. The old fisherman estimated that he would be taken off half a catty of meat just by being swept away.

"Don't look at it, this thing called a mace is for sledgehammers and bears. The lightweight saber is not for them, and the rugged mace is their favorite. A qiē blade is a laughing stock in front of a thick mace, and any martial arts will be slapped into meat sauce. One force to ten will not only talk, but infinite power has always been invincible on the battlefield. ”

The old fisherman walked out with the pattern in his hand, and every time he talked to the new jue, his knowledge structure would be subverted, and the consequence was that his thinking was now very confused. I almost walked into the women's bath when I was pondering a few times, but fortunately, thanks to the reminder of the disciple next to me, I didn't make a big mistake that I was not ashamed of.

It's been busy lately, and Yun Xiao decides to treat himself. Zhuangzi killed a big fat pig, and he wants to show his hand tonight, I don't know if the sweet and sour pork ribs and boiled pork slices that haven't been made for a long time still have the taste they used to be. finally got the seasoning of the later generations in Dahan, and it was not a day of itching.

I once tried to make a black icing once, but the taste was even a second bite that Xiaobai didn't want to taste. In the end, it was directly stuffed to Wei Qing, who had a good appetite, and Wei Qing was a good boy. I don't know if it's because of starvation since childhood or because of growing up physically, this child has what to eat, and he is deeply loved by many cooks, and I heard that he has recently won the reputation of a kitchen scavenger.

Aunt Wei still insisted on driving the cooks out, and now Aunt Wei is the boss of the back house. She insisted that before Yun Xiao did not marry, the back house was her territory. The delicious food that Qiē Yunxiao made had to be mastered by her old man first, and then taught to the cook according to the development of the plot.

The direct consequence of this is that the few cooks taken away by Liu Qi can only make steamed buns, and now I heard that the ladies in the palace are about to vomit when they eat steamed buns. Now there is a strong smell of meat buns wafting in the sky above Weiyang Palace all day long, and the idle minister is not allowed to eat it unless it is given by the emperor.

Many good-mouthed ministers in the court always come to Ganquan Palace to inspect the excuse, and always come to Yunjia Zhuangzi intentionally or unintentionally to eat, and they must eat steamed buns when they open their mouths, and they disdain for tofu and other fresh ingredients, but after tasting two mouthfuls of mapo tofu, the spoon has been slashed, and finally the old man who spits out his tongue begs Yunxiao for wine.

The Yun family's steamed wine is now the most sought-after commodity on the market in Chang'an, and many ministers and princes have changed their ways to invite Lao Yu to eat and drink just to make a jar of Yun family's steamed wine. Now Lao Yu is bullish in the market, and he is no longer the slave from the teaching department, and the steward of the palace sees Lao Yu nodding and calling him a brother.

In fact, these princes and princes don't want to condescend to come to this Yunhou Mansion with only six rank officials, but because Yun Xiao squats in the Zhuangzi all day long, and the gate does not go out of the second door, and he looks like a big lady.

The enemy can't beat the gluttonous worm in the stomach, so I have no choice but to make this decision.

Uh, thanks. I apologize for the fact that I did not find some information in the book review area, but I want to say that I wrote a novel, not a historical biography. You can't use me as a history textbook, according to your logic, the most important thing for you to criticize is Mr. Luo Guanzhong, his old man's Romance of the Three Kingdoms is more beneficial than mine.