[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

——In the long history of human beings, our ancestors discovered very early that the branches of small trees have great elasticity, so our clever ancestors made use of this characteristic of trees to create slingshots that can shoot birds.

——Later, the witty ancestors discovered that not only small trees are elastic, but also some metal materials are also elastic. Therefore, they applied these new discoveries to machinery, and let elastic tools replace manpower for reciprocating motion.

——After that, ahem, he can't make up what happened after that.

In short, he believes in the wisdom of the working people. As long as he can describe what he wants, the masters hidden in the folk will be able to make it. Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

Zhao Mingyu took Yu Luocha to find a small town nearby. While the craftsmen were researching a more stable anti-vibration device that would allow the carriage to travel, he fiddled with a lot of things to study cement. The data stated that the production of cement is "two grindings and one burning". , It doesn't seem to be difficult. After he makes the formula and gathers enough raw materials, he can find a workshop that can burn pottery and porcelain and borrow someone else's kiln.

Although his system has no sense of existence, it is still useful. It is very clear in the information that cement is a powdery hydraulic inorganic gelling material. After adding water and stirring it into a slurry, it can be hardened in air or water. , It can also firmly stick things like sand and stones together, which is really an indispensable thing for national defense infrastructure.

The little ancestor who was so self-confident that he was a little inflated made himself covered in mud every day with great interest. Yu Luosha sat by the side and watched him toss and toss. A child bound like this?

Playing with mud can be so fun, tsk tsk tsk, it's too miserable, it's better to go back to Rakshasa with him as a substitute.

The boss looked at other people's children, with a subtle pity in his eyes, and his mood calmed down miraculously. Although his biological son didn't kiss him, and the substitute he brought in had grown into a dude, he still loved the two. The sons are very generous, and they have never treated anyone badly when eating, drinking, and playing. They are not like Wang Lianhua.

If it weren't for the kid being stupid and having fun on his own, that guy would have ruined a smart kid.

Tsk tsk tsk, in comparison, he is still amazing.

The comparison is a miracle, and the comparison is happier. After the comparison, Big Brother Yu is more happy to spend money. See how Wang Lianhua has wronged his apprentice. There is no future in seclusion, and the future will be bright only by following him.

Then, he waited until the little ancestor who ran back with tears.

Zhao Mingyu sent the raw materials to the kiln full of confidence, thinking that the cement could be successfully fired, but the cement did not come out, and almost blew up the stove. The little ancestor ran back in disgrace, and couldn't hold back after seeing the golden thigh Immediately Wang cried out.

He did it according to the process flow chart, and there was no problem in the process. This is not alchemy, why is the furnace fried?

He has worked so hard for so many days, and it's all gone.

Yu Luocha came down from the roof, patted the crying child, and told him to stop crying, "Although I don't know what you want, but I made people come up with a lot of new things. Son, go and see if there is anything you want, if not, then continue to cry."

"Wh, what's new?" Zhao Mingyu asked, sobbing, still immersed in the grievance of the fryer, but he couldn't, he had to cheer up and believe in the creativity of the working people.

If he, a little trash, can't do it, an experienced craftsman can definitely do it. If he can't do it, he can just find a piece of tofu and crash him to death.

Yu Luocha took the little ancestor who was wiping away his tears to another courtyard, humming a little song he couldn't understand while walking, the two of them cried and laughed together, and it seemed a little fun.

The master of the demon sect with strong martial arts has only raised two children in his life. The biological one lives in Wanmei Villa, and he doesn't see each other very often throughout the year. When he does, he often quarrels. That one is kept by his side, but he often retreats, and he doesn't pay much attention to that kid. He just gives him what he wants, and accidentally cultivates him into a dandy who only knows how to eat, drink, and play. Every time that kid sees him, he trembles Trembling, it's not as pleasing to the eyes as ordinary congregants.

It's the first time he raises a child like this who can laugh, make trouble, act like a baby, and coax others. Let alone, it's quite fun.

Zhao Mingyu knew that hugging the thigh was a happy thing, but he never thought that the happiness of hugging the right thigh would be so beyond his imagination.

The money-making ability of the golden thighs combined with the creativity of the working people is very powerful. When he failed to burn even cement, they not only produced cement, but even limestone powder concrete. He doubted that if there was no oil in this place , These craftsmen can even fractionate all the various components in the oil for him on the spot.

God!O earth!Is he too worthless?

Since the golden thighs are so powerful, why not build a concrete road, and just leap forward and develop an asphalt road?

After seeing the results, the little ancestor swelled up again. It took him a long time to calm down. It is unreliable to engage in asphalt roads these days. First of all, the oil extraction technology is immature. He can find a way to let craftsmen burn cement, but there is no way to let craftsmen build oil wells. oilfield.

Now the imperial court seems to have begun to use oil as a weapon, but road construction requires a lot, and the oil extracted with the current level of technology is not enough as a weapon, and the remaining slag can't repair a few roads.

Starting from scratch to start infrastructure construction, even if his spicy chicken system puts out all the information, he can't do it. Let's not say that he is not the emperor. Even if he is the emperor, the first thing he should do is to feed the people of the whole country. If you can’t fill your stomach, what can you do with infrastructure?

Moreover, he has probably figured out what era it is now when he is away from home these days. Although this is an unscientific world of martial arts, the general trend of the world is quite similar to what he remembers. In the current situation of being beaten by Xixia of Liao Kingdom , Converted to the history in his memory, the proper end of the Northern Song Dynasty did not run away.

Raw materials for cement roads are easy to obtain, the process is simple and paved quickly, and it is convenient to repair the roads and dispatch troops to transport food. he burns.

Back to topic!

Anyway it is!

Cement is a success!

Zhao Mingyu was overwhelmed with joy, and hurriedly wrote a letter to Master when he went back. Reporting safety was secondary, and the main thing was to let Master act as a messenger, and hand over the infrastructure materials that the craftsmen fiddled with to the country.

God, God, God, his ideological awareness is really too high.

"Senior, senior, can you send a letter to my master now?" The little ancestor happily listed the uses of cement lime concrete neatly. The thick stack of paper stuffed envelopes couldn't fit in the envelope, so he divided them into several stacks and stuffed them into different boxes. The envelope was marked with a serial number before the job was finished, "Senior, do you think it is reliable to let these craftsmen move to the capital?"

"Leave these to your elder brother to worry about. He will arrange it himself if he thinks it is necessary." Yu Luocha took the thick envelope and handed the things to his subordinates with a click, asking them to send the letter directly to the palace for delivery. to the emperor.

Wang Lianhua and Shen Lang should have arrived in the Western Regions by now, and it would be a waste of time to go back and forth. Now that the new carriage has been built, when the letter is delivered to the palace, they have gone to a place where the emperor can't find it.

How is it like playing hide and seek with a child?

Yu Luocha helped his forehead helplessly, and rushed the little ancestor, who was as dirty as a kitten, to take a bath, thought for a while, and then picked up a pen and started writing letters.

That kid Chuuxue is being detained in the palace to serve as the little emperor's bodyguard. As a father, he should write a letter of sympathy and condolences, and let that kid know how chic the obedient and good boy is outside, and the disobedient bastard can only be seen by others. Take it down as a hostage to work to pay off the debt.

The remodeled ultra-luxury carriage was back on the road and entered Gansu along the official road. Zhao Mingyu lifted the curtain and saw the wind and sand outside, and hurriedly pulled it up, "No wonder you have to prepare a veil when you come to the northwest, otherwise you will eat a mouthful of sand It's so uncomfortable."

Lanzhou City looks very different from the Central Plains. The city in the wind and sand has a roughness and boldness that the Central Plains does not have. There are more Jianghu people galloping on the official roads than in the Central Plains.

"In the central government, the people in the rivers and lakes always hide away when they see the officials of the imperial court. Naturally, they will not be as bold as here." Yu Luocha lay comfortably in the car, patiently telling everyone what to see. The curious child acted as a guide, "There are a lot of Xixia people and Liao people here. Your brother has been sending more troops to the northwest for the past two years. If I'm not wrong, he should be fighting Xixia again."

"War..." Zhao Mingyu frowned, lay down on the small table, and fell silent.

He knows that this is an uneasy age, but he knows that wars are still far away from him. If he stays on the island with his two masters all his life, he will probably never be exposed to such terrible things as wars .

Yu Luocha is from the Western Regions, and he doesn't care about the disputes between Song, Liao and Xixia. Anyway, no matter how he fights, he won't get in the way, and no one dares to come to him to make trouble, but the little ancestor next to him suddenly wilted , shrugged and began to change the subject, "We are going to enter the desert soon. We will rest in Lanzhou City for a few days and prepare water and food before going in. Horses are not as convenient as camels in the desert. You haven't seen a camel yet, have you?"

Zhao Mingyu looked up at him, pursed his lips and said nothing, who said he had never seen a camel, he had not only seen a camel in his previous life, but was also carried on a camel to take a photo, a distant memory, if you don’t think about it carefully, he really can’t remember it stand up.

"The desert is different from the Central Plains. It's very dangerous there. If you feel unwell, you must speak up, or you will lose your life. Your master will definitely come to find me." Yu Luosha patted the little guy on the head and made him stand up. Come and listen to him carefully.

The desert is very dangerous, not only the sandstorms, but also the people passing by. Maybe the humble beggars on the street corners can kill people and rob goods after leaving the city. There are some desperadoes here, so it doesn’t hurt to be more careful.

"Senior, don't scare me. You are the leader of the Western Demon Cult. How could something go wrong in the desert?" Zhao Mingyu didn't believe his words at all. They had money and they had people to support them. The force value of golden thighs was super high, and they were still in the desert. People who have lived here for decades, with sufficient water and supplies, if they can still lose their lives, it can only be said that God will not let him live.

The King of Hades wants him to die on the third watch, and he will never be kept until the fifth watch, but it doesn't work on him. Not only can he escape the King of Hades, but now he can steal people's lives in the hands of Lord Hades.

"Why do you think you are always smart?" Yu Luocha paused, her palms were itchy, and her brain collapsed immediately.

Zhao Mingyu was laughing and not afraid of him at all, the carriage stopped at the gate of a courtyard, and without further ado, he jumped down to explore Xintiandi, "Senior, do you have real estate all over the world?"

Jin Thigh said that a businessman named Ji Bingyan came to Lanzhou recently. This person is very good at doing business. As long as the money is enough, he will do things considerately and reliably. Is a man who can't laugh.

I am like a cold and ruthless shark hand!

Hahahahahaha.

In the imperial palace, Ximen Chuuxue was standing in the royal study with his sword in his arms, looking at the letters on the table, his whole body felt cold.

Zhao Mingyu finished reading the letter from his restless brother, and then read the letter Yu Luocha wrote to his own son. He felt puzzled from the bottom of his heart, "Master Ximen, are you really born to Master Yu?"

There is no answer to this question.

Zhao Mingyu rubbed his face, thinking about his appearance carved out of the same mold as the bad brother, and looked at his own brother with some toothache, "Brother Huang, am I born to my father?"

Why does he feel that Yu Luosha has found his own son and started to do whatever he wants?

But he and Brother Woxin are twins, so it doesn't make sense to take only one away.

Zhao Mingning had no choice but to help his forehead, and asked Gong Jiu to take Ximen Chuuxue, who had been beaten up by his own father, out for a good meal, then glared at his brother who couldn't speak, "Shut up."

Didn't you see that the owner of Ximen has become a humanoid ice cube?If it weren't for autumn now, there would be no need for an ice basin in the room, Ximen Chuuxue could save the entire Forbidden City's ice by standing here.

His Majesty the Emperor sighed, picked up the thick letter written by the bad brother, and continued to study from the beginning.

What on earth did Yu Luocha take that kid for?Why is the letter full of dirt?

And the crooked and missing arms and legs, both Wang Lianhua and Shen Lang are quite talented, why did they teach their children like this?

They don't let him worry about each of them, what's the matter?