Crossing town house man and wife

This time out of the city, Wu Ming finally had time to browse the street scene.

The cities of this age cannot be compared with those of later generations. In terms of scale alone, they may not even be as good as a small county town of later generations.But compared to other ancient cities in Wu Ming’s memory, this place is already bustling and bustling. The main road out of the city is paved with bluestone slabs, and both sides are crowded with shops. At first glance, it looks a bit like the Tang and Song Dynasties—— You must know that the Qin Dynasty was notorious for its restrictions on businessmen, and the order of scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen almost began to be finalized at this time.

However, considering that the previous emperor was a time-traveling man, his view of business must be different from that of the first emperor. It is reasonable, even inevitable, to reduce the oppression on businessmen and re-promote business development.

Wu Ming's attention is mainly focused on the goods sold by the merchants.To his disappointment, the Silk Road had not been opened in advance even though the male ruler was in power. Most of the goods in the shops came from the northern region, and the rest came from the Central Plains, which also belonged to the Qin Dynasty.

Looking all the way down, Wu Ming didn't see any exotic items for sale.

Wu Ming wanted to ask a question, but considering that he was Ruan Cheng at the moment, an aborigine who was born and raised here, it was impossible for him to know nothing about the situation here, so he had to suppress his curiosity and just watched without asking.

But judging from the situation in the city and the expressions on the faces of passers-by, this place is managed quite well, even if compared with Xianyang, it may not be much inferior.

This kid is quite capable!

Wu Ming raised his head and glanced at Yan Heng carefully.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, Yan Heng lowered his head and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt that you managed this place very well." Wu Ming grinned, "It's an honor."

Yan Heng heard that Wu Ming was praising him, so he smiled, "It's just taking pictures of cats and tigers, picking up people's wisdom."

"Xiandi?" Wu Ming blinked and asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Yan Heng nodded, and lowered his voice, "I used to follow the late emperor to listen to his teachings when I was young, and I learned some superficial aspects of governing the country from him, although it is not as good as one-tenth of the late emperor's literature, Taoism and military strategy. Second, it is enough to allow the people of a place to live and work in peace and contentment, with ample food and clothing.”

He certainly didn't tell you that there is one prerequisite for having enough food and clothing, and you need to do it yourself.

Wu Ming curled his lips and said casually, "Let me give you a word."

"Ok?"

"Adjust measures to local conditions."

Hearing this sentence, Yan Heng's eyebrows moved slightly, and he asked tentatively: "You... seem to be a little disapproving of the late emperor?"

"Hehe." Wu Ming replied with the most hated smirk in later generations, but said in his heart: He is the one who picks up people's tooth and wisdom!

Wu Ming's attitude made Yan Heng more curious, but this is not a place suitable for in-depth discussions, and Yan Heng's doubts about Wu Ming were not limited to this, so he suppressed his doubts and asked questions when it was convenient.

A group of people quickly left the city gate and continued east along the dirt road.

After more than half an hour, a typical Qin Dynasty military camp appeared in the field of vision.

The military camp was built at the foot of the mountain, backed by green hills, with streams beside it, a large training ground on one side, and green farmland on the other.

Tuntian? !

This thing was also made out?

Looking at the layout, a classic term popped up in Wu Ming's mind.

The so-called farming means that the government organizes manpower to reclaim and cultivate the land owned by the country.In history, the most famous system of garrison farming should be regarded as the Ming Dynasty, because under the description of many historical experts, garrison farming became one of the scourges of the Ming Dynasty’s demise. It's as if they were all caught up to farm the fields.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with the garrison system itself. It is a policy of strengthening the country that the Chinese nation has had since ancient times.

When the first emperor sent Meng Tian to fight against the Xiongnu, he ordered Meng Tian to set up farmland in the Hetao and Longxi areas, so as to obtain local materials and supplement food and grass.The Tuntian system was formally formed in the Han Dynasty, and the reason behind it was also to fight the nomadic peoples in the north.

All in all, since the emergence of Chinese civilization, the tuntian system has never disappeared on the land of China. It lasted from the Han Dynasty to the Three Kingdoms and even the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. The famous new round of farming.

It is no problem to farm the fields, but the location of the barracks...

Wu Ming habitually raised his head, looked at the dense forest on the mountain, and asked blurted out, "Is there a sentry on the mountain?"

"What?" Yan Heng was taken aback.

"Uh..." Wu Ming also realized that what he said was a bit abrupt, blinked, and told the truth, "I just think that if you smash some rolling stones, giant trees, kerosene or something on the top of the mountain, your military camp will be fine." It was taken in one pot."

"..." Yan Heng didn't speak for a long time.

Wu Ming hurriedly said, "I just said it casually."

"You're right."

Yan Heng reined in the horse's reins, and jumped off the horse with Wu Ming in his arms, but he didn't say whether there was a sentry post on the mountain.

Wu Ming didn't ask further.This matter can be regarded as a military secret in a big way, and it is not something that he can explore with his current identity, but it is just out of habit that he talks too much for a while.

After getting off the horse, Yan Heng handed over the reins to the guards behind him, and took Wu Ming directly into the barracks.

Not long after walking, a man in Taoist robes and long beard led his people to greet him.

"My lord." The Taoist first bowed to salute, then got up and asked, "Your lord, newlywed, why didn't you enjoy the happy time at home, but came to the bitter cold place where we are?"

Yan Heng ignored the Taoist priest's ridicule, raised his hand and introduced to Wu Ming: "This is Luo Daozi. Although he has no official position, he is resourceful and resourceful. He is a very useful person by my side."

"Thank you, Lord, for your compliment." Luo Daozi looked thick-skinned and knew Yan Heng very well, after laughing, he raised his hand to salute Wu Ming, "This must be the Lord's new wife?"

"Since you know, why don't you go up to see Madam?" Yan Heng said coldly.

Luo Daozi immediately put away his smile and saluted solemnly. "Luo Daozi pays his respects to his wife."

"……rise."

Wu Ming is the most sensitive to Taoist priests. When he first saw Luo Daozi, he was shocked, and in an instant he had the idea of ​​getting away with it.But when he settled down, he noticed that Luo Daozi's face was completely free of ghostly strangeness, and after a closer look, Wu Ming found that Luo Daozi was actually a parallel importer. The unique mark of the Taoist faction.

He is a fake Taoist at all!

Wu Ming was completely relieved, raised his chin slightly, and signaled Luo Daozi to excuse himself.

Luo Daozi was also not polite, and responded to the voice, just looking at his performance, he really had a bit of character from a foreigner.

"I don't know why the lord is here?" Luo Daozi turned to ask Yan Heng's purpose, "Could it be that the old lady in the mansion..."

Yan Heng coughed lightly, stopped Luo Daozi's wanton teasing, and continued: "Madam wants to make utensils, so I will bring him to the craftsman camp here to have a try."

"Artifact?" Luo Daozi's eyes lit up, obviously very interested, "Can I allow Luo Daozi to watch?"

"Follow." Yan Heng agreed indifferently.

A group of people headed by Yan Heng immediately walked to the depths of the barracks, and soon came to the barracks where the craftsmen were.

Seeing the scale of this camp, Wu Ming couldn't help but startled, and then became suspicious of some of Yan Heng's thoughts.

The camp occupies a large area. It is not like an ordinary military camp that only has two or three blacksmiths who specialize in repairing weapons. In terms of scale, it is more like an ancient arsenal. From smelting to forging, there are all the facilities that one expects. Everything was available, even the family members were brought in.

This guy... I'm afraid he has some ambitions!

Wu Ming was suspicious, but kept his face calm, and followed Yan Heng into a room that was buzzing.

An older blacksmith was instructing two teenage blacksmiths how to beat arrows. Seeing Yan Heng and others coming in, he hurriedly left his apprentices and came forward to salute.

Yan Heng waved his hand, signaling him to get up, and then explained his intentions, asking him to find someone to make several iron pots of different sizes.

Finding that what his wife wanted to build was actually a cooking utensil, Luo Daozi immediately became uninterested, but it was not good to just throw up his sleeves and leave, so he quietly stepped aside, his eyes flicked between Yan Heng and Wu Ming.

Yan Heng ignored him, and after giving orders, he took Wu Ming to the tent he was using.

Luo Daozi hesitated behind, but finally followed.

This barracks is not a temporary place. The buildings in the camp are all made of bricks and tiles. The so-called camp is actually a courtyard with two entrances.

Yan Heng directly brought Wu Ming into the main hall of the inner courtyard.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the map hanging on the wall directly opposite the door. Wu Ming finally determined his current location - Liaodong County. Considering the inevitable location of the county guard's mansion, this place should be the prefecture of Liaodong County - that is, the capital of a county. ——The Xiangping.

In terms of geographical location, he didn't travel far.

Before crossing, he also lived in the border town of Liao Province.On the one hand, it is because this place is livable and suitable for his residential lifestyle, but more importantly, it is to facilitate his entry into Daxinganling.

In the 21st century, Daxing'anling is one of the few places in China that can still cultivate aura without being completely occupied by government forces.

Wu Ming sighed with complicated emotions, took off his shoes, and sat on the mat with Yan Heng.

Yan Heng was kneeling with a standard posture, but Wu Ming didn't want to be so uncomfortable, so he directly dropped his butt on the mat.Anyway, the trousers have been spread under the flapping of the time-traveling man's butterfly wings, so even if you sit cross-legged, you don't have to worry about exposing your penis and looking indecent.

After discovering that Qin Sanshi was a time-traveling man, Wu Ming realized that he had always been wearing trousers, not just shin clothes like the real Qin Dynasty—only trouser legs, no crotch, and naturally he did not recall that the crotch was cold in the wind Wonderful taste.

When Wu Ming remembered bitterness and sweetness by himself, everyone in the main hall had left, leaving only Yan Heng, Luo Daozi and him.

"Madam, can you draw the stirrups you speak of?"

Hearing Yan Heng's words, Wu Ming came back to his senses, and looked at the case table in front of Yan Heng in a daze, and found that he had prepared pen, ink and silk cloth, waiting for him to do it.

Seeing the inkstone with ink on it, Wu Ming started to lose his mind again.

Ink ingots and inkstones are things that only appeared in the Song Dynasty, but now they appear on the desks of the Qin Dynasty, but the guy who made them failed to popularize paper...

What's the deal with this tech tree?

Wu Ming took the brush while slandering, drew a three-dimensional disc on the white silk cloth, then drew a semicircle on the disc, tapped a little on the top of the semicircle, and then handed the brush back To Yan Heng.

"It's such a thing." Wu Ming said, "There is a tray under it that you can step on, and a hole is left on it, and you can tie it to the saddle with a rope or something."

"What about the name?" Yan Heng asked, "Which name should it be?"

"This thing is suitable to be made of metal, so it is next to the gold characters." Wu Ming hesitated for a while, and finally snatched the brush back with a broken jar, and wrote traditional stirrup characters on the silk cloth.