Shit brick!

The old emperor suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He searched everywhere but couldn't find anything strange.

"Strange?" Am I suspicious?

At this moment, the Minister of Revenue came over, trying to take advantage of the fact that the Minister of War was too busy and other generals were distracting him, to cut off the fire from under the cauldron.

——Most of the officials have no conscience. Anyway, the Minister of Revenue pretended not to understand the Minister of War's implication.

It costs money to buy seeds! It costs money to raise cattle and horses! It costs money to manufacture and repair farm tools! It costs money to build water conservancy projects! It costs money to repair roads! If he doesn't work hard to get more for the Ministry of Revenue, where will the money come from to do things!

The Minister of Finance muttered: "Your Majesty! Our current firearms are enough. We can put the research and development of new weapons on the back burner until we have more money..."

Suddenly, another muttering voice came: "Your Majesty, there is more than one Treasure Island in this world. If you discover a treasure land, but your firearms are not sharp enough...it will be too late to develop new ones by then. It's only right to sharpen the knife before you chop wood, Your Majesty!"

The Minister of Finance: !!!

Turning around, he saw the villain, the Minister of War, actually talking to Your Majesty!

Shameless! Obscene!

Minister of Revenue: "Your Majesty..."

However, the old emperor had already tasted the sweetness of Treasure Island, potatoes and sweet potatoes, and now he had a special interest in expanding territory and looking for treasures. At this moment, after listening to the analysis of the Minister of War, he decided: "Okay! We must develop agricultural water conservancy, and we must also study firearms!"

The voice was not low, and everyone else heard it.

The Minister of War and the military generals responded quickly: "Your Majesty is wise!!!"

The Minister of Revenue had no choice but to say: "Your Majesty is right, it is my fault for not considering it carefully."

As for the Minister of Works, he was still thinking about his concubine. The imperial

physician who had been standing by for a long time took advantage of this opportunity to speak up: "Your Majesty, none of the soldiers who fell off their horses died, but some were injured. However, the injuries were not irreparable and can be cured."

"Hmm..." The old emperor murmured: "The soldiers have worked hard, give them wine and meat."

Then he said: "Give generous rewards to the injured soldiers."

When the soldiers heard about these rewards, their shouts of "Thank you, Lord!" almost resounded through the sky. At the same time, hundreds of soldiers turned their heads, and their eyes were like searchlights, enviously shining on the first row of soldiers who received the money.

Some soldiers in the first row scratched their ears and laughed, some had calm expressions but their eyes were full of joy, and some stood awkwardly in place, tugging at their clothes... But no one was unhappy that they were injured. One or two proudly boasted to their brothers: "Luckily I got to the front row! I can get money just by falling!"

The brothers hammered the uninjured part of the person who spoke hard, and said sourly: "That's enough! If you say it again, I will make trouble!"

The soldiers shut their mouths, but their smiles never faded.

A guard counted the horses with broken legs and went to report to the old emperor: "Your Majesty, ten horses have their legs strangled."

The old emperor was not surprised.

According to the barbarian horse formation, the first row is ten horses, and when charging, these ten horses are also the first to be injured. Once a horse's leg is injured, it can't survive - this is why there are so many offensive and defensive equipment for horse legs on the battlefield.

"Pick ten more good horses to fill the vacancy of the spare horse."

The guard saluted and turned around to do this.

After the old emperor made the decision, he quickly said: "If the Mongols want to ask for trade, we will exchange more of their cattle and horses."

The Minister of Rites bowed: "Yes."

The old emperor said: "If the Mongols ask us to send troops to attack the Jin Man, we will implicitly refuse. But show that we will support them in attacking the Jin Man."

"Yes."

"If they want to buy firearms, sell them to them. Sell all the eighteen barbarians outside the Great Wall."

- Anyway, this stuff is not sold by the government, and many merchants take the risk to sell it privately to the outside of the Great Wall, and it has been banned repeatedly. And if they are all sold out, every tribe will have one, which is equivalent to no tribe having one. With the firearms in hand, those tribes will inevitably fight endlessly.

"Yes!"

Liang Rui, the head of the Ministry of Justice, stepped forward and said calmly in a clear voice: "Your Majesty, I think that firearms can be sold according to the degree of closeness. The barbarians who are friendly with Daxia will always be the first tribes that can buy our firearms. Other barbarians can only wait for the second and third batches, and the price will be higher. If any tribe is disrespectful to Daxia, we will refuse to trade with them."

In this way, the eighteen barbarians outside the Great Wall can fight among themselves. As long as there is no hero to unify them, they will never become powerful.

As for what to do if a hero appears? We can only say that we have to leave everything to fate. The first generation cannot always protect the next generation. If the next generation is motivated, they can raise the national strength again and again during the chaos outside the Great Wall, to the point where even if the barbarians are unified in the future, they will not dare to resist.

Liang Rui has a stern image and is not a gentle person. At this moment, he said such a suggestion, which can really stop a child from crying at night.

But the old emperor couldn't help but smile: "One plan to defeat the Japanese, one plan to defeat the barbarians, my dear minister is really wise and resourceful, the pillar of the country."

Liang Rui bowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty, I just..."

The old emperor knew that he was going to apologize next, and he was impatient to listen to this, so he waved his hand to interrupt the person's words, and glanced at the wire mesh. Thinking that Xu Yanmiao might have more than one good idea in his mind, he couldn't help but reach out: "Xu Yanmiao, do you have any other wonderful ideas?"

Xu Yanmiao: "...Ah?"

The old emperor thought to himself: I have one for the cavalry, and one for the infantry, isn't it too much? For the barbarians, it's not too much to come up with a plan for a few years according to local conditions? Now that we have the land, it is not too much to mention the methods of naval warfare in the ocean, the direction in which ships can be improved, and where there is a treasure island?

[Damn it, I should have kept it to myself if I had known.]

The old emperor's smile froze.

No!!!

The old emperor urgently rescued: "It doesn't matter if you don't have it, I just said it casually..."

[As expected, I will be asked. Who has time to pay attention to these things when we are eating, drinking and having fun... I have it!!!]

The old emperor immediately shut up and never mentioned anything "just said" again.

The other ministers - especially the generals breathed a sigh of relief without making a sound.

It's good to have it! They are not picky!

[But won't it be too damaging?]

The Great Xia's ruler and his ministers quickly replied in their hearts: Not damaging, not damaging! And war is like this... Isn't there a saying that 'the way of war is to deceive people'? It's OK as long as it works! We really don't...

[Wrap the feces and put it in the explosive pack. As long as the skin is broken, there is a high probability of infection... and there is a high probability that you will not survive.]

The Great Xia's ruler and his ministers were stuck in their hearts, and they all stared at Xu Yanmiao.

You kid, you look so clean...

[Eh? What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me?]

Xu ​​Yanmiao thought that they might be waiting for him to speak, and tentatively said: "I have an idea, inspired by 'gold juice'..."

Gold juice is the city defense weapon that often appears in city defense battles - boiling feces. After one bucket of water was poured into the person, his skin would be burned and the bacteria in the feces would enter the wound. Once infected, he would be dead.

Xu Yanmiao told him the method he had thought of in his mind - of course, he called the explosive pack a fire brick, which was a kind of thing similar to an explosive pack in this era. It looked like a brick, with gunpowder stuffed inside, and was thrown out after being ignited.

He smiled embarrassedly: "I only have these little clever ideas, which cannot compare with Lord Liang's bold and open-minded..."

"No! This method is very good! Better than mine!" Liang Rui said immediately: "Lord Xu, this has decided the victory of a war." He turned around quickly and bowed to the old emperor again: "Your Majesty! I ask Your Majesty to quickly send someone to tell Marquis Yongchang that this kind of fire brick must be used on the battlefield to destroy the Japanese. This should speed up the process. There is no need to lock the island and then slowly fight a war of attrition with the enemy."

The old emperor's brain, which was filled with excitement from the wire mesh, "clicked" at this moment, as if it could finally work. He reacted, very excited: "Not bad! It can be used on the battlefield against the Japanese! Lock the island, don't let them in or out, and then throw fire..."

[...shit bricks? 】

The old emperor uttered: "Shit brick."

The old emperor: "..."

Liang Rui: "..."

Xu Yanmiao found the organization right away: [Eh t? Does the old emperor also think this name is more suitable! Great minds think alike! 】

No!

The old emperor was annoyed: "Isn't this name vulgar? Of course it can't be called that! But calling it a fire brick is not appropriate..."

Liang Rui immediately took over, in case Xu Yanmiao said something that would mislead them: "How about a golden brick? A brick made of golden juice."

"Okay! Let's call it a golden brick!" The old emperor quickly made a decision, and then: "Dismissed! Everyone, go home and rest!" It seemed that there was something terrible chasing behind. The

old emperor: "By the way. Xu Yanmiao."

Xu Yanmiao pretended to listen.

The old emperor showed a subtle smile: "Take a good look when you get home, I have prepared a surprise for you."

Xu Yanmiao slightly widened his eyes.

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"Surprise? What?"

Xu Yanmiao walked into the block where he lived in a foggy mood, and looked around. Except that the residents seemed to be a little enthusiastic, and at least seven or eight people came in to greet him along the way, it felt that there was no change.

The residential block was still so lively.

Many adults moved stools to the street and chatted under the trees. The smell of rice floated in the air, and the children chased and played.

"Daddy! Play tricks!"

"Okay!"

A little girl's crisp voice rang out, and a strong man who should be doing farm work did several somersaults in a row with a smile on his face. The little girl clapped her hands vigorously, turned her head and saw Xu Yanmiao looking at her. Her face turned red, and she hid behind the man, hugged the man's thigh, half of her body was exposed, and she shyly smiled at Xu Yanmiao.

Xu Yanmiao couldn't help but smile.

[Go home——]

The young man stretched his waist, walked to the door of his house, took out the key and was about to open the door, looked down and saw a box covered with red cloth at the door.

Xu Yanmiao was stunned for a moment, picked it up, and opened it lightly.

There was a piece of paper inside.

Before he could complain about the simple customs here, the box dared to be placed at the door without a lock, picked up the paper and took a look...

"...Land deed?"