Fall In Love with the Technology Tree - Chapter 131

    At the end of August, the cry of a baby was heard in Zhanjiang Wubao, announcing the birth of another fourth generation of Cao Cao.

    It is the second season of paddy filling season, but Jiaozhou ushered in another typhoon after three good years. The rice that was about to mature was uprooted, and after flying dozens of meters, it was hit to the ground by the heavy rain.

    Get it!

    Although the grain is still dry, it can only be harvested!

    For three days, the city sewers and farmland canals drained frantically, and finally ushered in the moment when the clouds and rain fell on the eve of the impending collapse. Ah Sheng raised his head, and the rain fell down his cheeks. She looked at Xiahong who suddenly appeared in the west, and was stunned for a moment: “Has the wind stopped?”

    The soldiers and peasants who were robbing the disaster next to them had already taken off their hoods and cried, crying and laughing.

    The big Mars streaked across the sky, like a red streamer falling westward [1]. Cao Yu’s first child was born in the evening when the disaster disappeared.

    The little girl weighs seven pounds and eight taels. She doesn’t have a big name yet, but her nickname has spread all over Jiaozhou. Cao Yu called her Liu Huo Ji.

    Single names are expensive, double characters are cheap. But the so-called peak of the pyramid is used to break the routine. An eldest daughter named “Liuhuo” is more important to Lingnan than the younger brothers who may be born later.

    The full moon of Liuhuoji is the autumn harvest festival. For the first time, the “Lingnan Royal Family”, which usually only used cash-for-work, made a loss-making business. Not only was it exempted from tax, but relief food was also distributed free of charge to the disaster area.

    The happy event of the ruling family is the happy event of the whole country. The interests of the ruling family are closely related to the interests of everyone under the rule. This silent hint of moisturizing is also one of the political means. After this autumn, the old farmers in Jiaozhou can tell the story of Liu Huoji’s parents and elders.

    The little girl, who was branded with politics from birth, blew a bubble in her swaddling clothes, smacking her lips and continuing to sleep. She won’t turn over yet.

    A Sheng felt a little guilty towards her, hugged her several times, and her clothes and toys doubled from what she had originally prepared. If she didn’t fall ill later, and all kinds of things piled up again, I’m afraid she would have to spoil her again.

    The autumn in the South Sea is not too cold, but the small stove is still burning indoors, and a pot of wolfberry tea is boiled on it.

    A Sheng was lying on the couch in her clothes, and Hua Min gave her acupuncture around her eyes. The only one who can give her acupuncture is Hua Min.

    “Overwork leads to illness.” Hua Min closed the needle, still with the attitude of “medical illness does not save lives”, “It’s just an emergency with blurred vision, it’s still good. If you continue to work hard, I’m afraid It’s about a lifetime.”

    A Sheng sat up in a robe and waited for the maid to apply the medicine around her eyes. “I can’t stop—Yuanbee, Yuanbee, I know you’re in the house.”

    Qin Liu helpless: “Master, you need to rest.”

    A Sheng frowned, even though his eyes were covered by cloth strips, he was still imposing: “Read.”

    “News from Chang’an, Dong Zhuo’s construction of Dong’s ancestral temple has been completed.”

    “He is about to become emperor.” Ah Sheng pressed his temples and rubbed it, “Ah brother still fighting Yuan Shu with Yuan Shao? This battle has dragged on for too long, and Yanzhou does not have so much food. I think about it, I think about it… you go on.”

    “The news from Youzhou, Yuan Shao has returned to Jizhou, and there is a lot of friction with the Montenegrin army.”

    “So…”

    “This crusade against Yuan Shu failed.” Qin Liu said clearly, with no emotion in his voice.

    “Where’s my brother? Withdrawing the troops after running out of food, I’m afraid it’s not enough. Yanzhou is really the place of four battles, first the Yellow Turbans, then Yuan Shu, and Yuan Shao in the north is unpredictable. The east must guard against Tao Qian’s harassment , Xi has to guard against Dong Zhuo’s entry. Then, does he have to save the little emperor?”

    Hua Min didn’t know when to quit, and there was a “pop” sound of paper closing in the darkness. “You are Cao Liaodong, the king of Lingnan. Please forgive me, you have no descendants, so your body is the foundation of the safety of the two places. Whether other people’s families die is something that should be considered later.”

    “You have overstepped.” Ah Sheng sat upright in the dark, his voice was like cold water, without the slightest ripple.

    Crackling, the flame of the small stove exploded with two crisp sounds. The wolfberry tea is opened, and the medicinal fragrance is diffused.

    I haven’t heard Qin Liu’s reply for a long time, Ah Sheng stretched out his hand forward, touched his rough sleeve, and finally put it on his shoulder, holding it tightly.

    “Yuanbee.”

    “I’m here. I…want an explanation.”

    Cao Sheng was silent for long enough that Qin Liu thought this was another taboo that could not be touched. However, she said, “The general trend of the world is that it will be divided for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time. In the past, when Zhao Tuo was proclaimed king in Lingnan, he thought he could avoid the troubled times in the late Qin and early Han Dynasties. As a result, when the Central Plains commanded the south, the Fifth Dynasty collapsed. Do you want me to keep a place in peace and not be afraid of repeating the same thing in a hundred years?

    “To the north of Jiaozhou is Jingzhou, to the northeast is Yangzhou, and to the northwest is Yizhou. There is no natural danger, any way may go south. We will have a battle with the Central Plains sooner or later, Yuanfeng, this is just the east wind overwhelming The west wind, or the west wind overpowering the east wind.”

    With another crisp sound of the fire, Qin Liu’s difficult voice sounded in his ears: “You are always worried, when can you stop?”

    A Sheng laughed suddenly, as if remembering something far away and nostalgic. “Maybe, when Cao’s territory is as big as Qin Han’s, I can rest.” She raised her head toward the door, letting the sunlight outside shine on the blindfolded cloth, and her vision could still capture the light. , she also has the spare energy to run around again.

    From winter to spring, the warm wind blows from the South Island to Dongshan, north of Yulin County. This is the junction of Yi, Jing and Jiaozhou, the historic Sanno area, and one of the places where Cao’s flag last settled.

    A clear Liujiang River originates from the higher peaks in the west of Dongshan Mountain, and quickly develops into a large river under the abundant rainfall in the south, nourishing thousands of barbarian tribes on both sides. The people who live in the upper caves are called the Dong people, and the people who live in the lower water villages are called the He people.

    Of course, this is an appellation invented by the Han people in recent years. “Those who are at home” should be concise, so it is gradually accepted by ethnic minorities and used to address each other.

    For example, now, the elders and witches of Mengjiazhai gathered together and said: “The He people at the foot of the mountain surrendered to the Han people, what should we do?”

    An old man sitting at the bottom yawned while catching lice: “There is nothing wrong with surrendering to the Han people. All ancestors have surrendered. Farm tools and salt must come from the Han people.”

    His words aroused public anger, and the village owner Meng Lin grabbed the old man’s collar and lifted him up like a chicken. If the mother-in-law sitting on the head hadn’t stopped drinking in time, I’m afraid the old man’s teeth would not be able to be saved.

    “The Han people robbed us of our rice and our women. They finally ran away more than ten years ago, and this time again?” The muscular middle-aged man gritted his teeth, “We are not rivers. The soft things of the clan. I will go to unite with the various tribes of the Dong clan to fight the enemy together.”

    Mengjiazhai is located in the middle reaches of Liuhe River, and it is less than half a day’s voyage downstream to reach the boundary of Hezu. If the Han people attacked, the first to suffer would be Mengjiazhai. Other cave tribes can hide in the mountains, but they can’t bear to part with this piece of land that their ancestors have managed for generations.

    Mengjiazhai is the only cave people who live in wooden houses! They also developed terraces on the hillside to grow rice!

    Meng Lin left the bamboo building of the meeting, and was ready to pack up and go on the road after lunch. Then, he saw his second daughter running into the house with a panicked face: “Father and father are not well, the third brother and the fourth brother took the younger sister to steal the boat to play and ran downstream.”

    “What?!” Meng Lin took the bow and arrow directly from the wall, “Two little brats! This is the time to cause trouble for Laozi?”

    The little girl in the blue cloth burst into tears: “I’ve been looking for them for half the morning, and then I heard what Yuwa said. Yuwa said that there is a festival in the lower reaches of Sanhe City. They all have candy to eat. The third brother and Aunt Cai’s only seedlings brought a few children to watch the fun. Yuwa twisted her feet and was left behind.”

    The middle-aged man’s heart suddenly became cold, and it wasn’t just his own arrogant child who escaped emotionally. At this time, there was a loud noise outside, and Meng Lin heard Aunt Cai’s voice at once: “My Hu, my Hu, if you have something wrong, what should I do?”

    Meng Lin has one head and two big. What else, the young and middle-aged people in the stockade were fully armed and went to find the bear children.

      , RiverClan tens of thousands. Are you guys going to put people in their teeth?”

    The old woman’s wrinkled face showed a cruelty left over from the years: “If the child is gone, it can be reborn. If the young and strong are gone, no one hunts, no one farms, and the entire stockade needs Can’t keep it.”

    She turned her back, and her hunched body stood like a **** statue at the entrance of the village: “If you want to go, just step over my body.”

    “Grandma!” Meng Lin was shocked and angry.

    But the men behind Meng Lin hesitated, the authority of the goddess is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and what she said is indeed the truth. As time passed by, the young parents and the old people confronted each other at the entrance of the village, until the sun turned westward.

    The children’s laughter suddenly came from the river in the distance, accompanied by broken Chinese: “Master Han, our house is in front.”

    “Master Han, the pork I made is delicious.”

    “Master Han, my building is the cleanest, it was built by my father.”

    The last sentence is the voice of the youngest daughter of the Menglin family. Meng Lin’s expression changed, and he ran to the river. When I ran to the edge of the small pier, I saw the bear children surrounded by a Han man in a wide-sleeved coat, walking towards the cottage. A full 20 guards followed, in neat and silent steps.

    The children brought flower garlands, bulging pockets, masks, paper kites and other small toys on their backs. It looks like a good harvest.

    The “Mr. Han” who was surrounded by the middle was a little difficult, but still smiling. “Now that you’re home, say hello to your parents so they don’t worry.”

    “Noah—” The children agreed in unison, and then giggled and ran into their parents’ arms to act like a spoiled child. Only Ah Hu from Aunt Cai’s family is still pulling on the sleeve of “Master Han”: “Don’t Master Han eat the pork made by my Eminem?”

     “Master Han” looked at the alertness on the adult’s face and the eagerness on the child’s face, embarrassed.

    Finally, the old grandma took a step forward and said in ambiguous Chinese: “The dog is naughty and troubles the adults. If the adults don’t dislike it, please come to the village as a guest.”

    Hey yo, it’s still very elegant, but unfortunately the terms “dog” and “adult” are all wrong.

    A Sheng looked at the terraced fields on the hillside, and he had a bottom line. She smiled and said, “I am deeply loved, but disrespectful.”

    Any nation that farms is the easiest nation to tame. The Dong people are not used to paying agricultural taxes, so they can use salt taxes instead. The mountains do not worry about rice, the mountains do not worry about prey, but the mountains lack salt. If you hold the road for transporting salt, you will hold the lifeline of Yishan.

    Before leaving Jiaozhou, being able to set the direction of development for the most remote Sanhe City is what makes her happiest this spring.

    The author has something to say: [1]: “The fire flows in July”, the words “Book of Songs Weifeng”, indicating that the summer calendar (basically equivalent to today’s lunar calendar) The climate turns cooler in July. Later, “flowing fire” was used to express the transition between summer and autumn. Hainan has a long summer, and the process takes until August (lunar calendar).

    [2]: The second half of this chapter draws lessons from the Sanjiang Dong Autonomous County. It is not clear what ethnic minorities were in the southwest of the Eastern Han Dynasty in history.