Fall in love with the technology tree [Three Kingdoms]

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

It was the season of rice filling in the second season, but Jiaozhou ushered in another severe typhoon after three bumper years.The rice that was about to mature was uprooted, flew tens of meters, and was hit on the ground by the heavy rain.

rush in the harvest!

Although the grains are still dry, they can only be harvested by rush!

Down to the common people, up to Cao Sheng himself, they all trudged through the storm wearing coir raincoats and heavy loads on their feet, just hoping to recover from the natural disaster.

For three whole days, the urban sewers and farmland ditches were crazily drained, and finally, on the eve of the impending collapse, the moment when the clouds would disappear and the rain would come.Ah Sheng raised his head, and the rain fell down his cheeks.She looked at Xia Hong who suddenly appeared in the west, and was stunned for a moment: "Has the wind stopped?"

The soldiers and peasants who were fighting for disaster nearby had already taken off their coir raincoats and burst into tears, crying and laughing.

The big Mars streaked across the sky, falling westward like a stream of red light【1】.Cao Yu's first child was born in the evening when the disaster disappeared.

The little girl weighs seven catties and eight ounces, and she has not yet had a real name, but her nickname has already spread throughout the counties of Jiaozhou.Cao Yu called her Liuhuo Ji.

It has always been that a single name is expensive, and a double word is cheap.But the so-called peak of the pyramid is used to break the rules. An eldest daughter named "Liuhuo" is probably more important to Lingnan than the younger brothers who may be born later.

The full moon of Liuhuoji coincides with the autumn harvest festival.For the first time, the "Lingnan Royal Family", which usually only provided relief with work, did a loss-making business. Not only were they exempted from taxes, but they also distributed free relief food to the disaster-stricken areas.

The happy event of the ruling family is the happy event of the whole territory, and the interests of the ruling family are closely related to the interests of everyone under the rule.This silent hint of moistening things is also one of the political means.After this autumn, the old farmers in Jiaozhou were able to tell anecdotes about Liuhuoji's parents and elders.

The little girl who was branded politically at birth vomited bubbles in her swaddling baby, smacked her little mouth and continued to sleep.She still can't turn over.

Ah Sheng felt a little guilty towards her, he hugged her several times, and the clothes and toys were twice as much as they had originally prepared.If she hadn't fallen ill later, and all kinds of things piled up again, I'm afraid she would have to be spoiled again.

Autumn in the South China Sea is not too cold, but there is still a small stove burning in the room, and a pot of wolfberry tea is boiled on it.

Ah Sheng was lying on the couch in his clothes, and Hua Yan gave her the needles around the eyes.The only one who can give her needles is Hua Yan.

"I'm sick from overwork." Hua Yan withdrew the needle, still with the attitude of "healing the sick, not saving the life."

Ah Sheng put on his clothes and sat up, waiting for the maid to apply medicine and bandages around her eyes. "I can't stop—Yuan Feng, Yuan Feng, I know you're in the house."

Qin Liu was helpless: "Master, you need to rest."

Ah Sheng frowned, even though his eyes were covered by cloth strips, he was still imposing: "Nian."

"News from Chang'an that Dong Zhuo's construction of the Dong Family Ancestral Temple has been completed."

"He's going to become emperor." Ah Sheng pressed his temple and rubbed it once and for all, "Are you still attacking Yuan Shu with Yuan Shao? This battle has dragged on for too long, and Yanzhou doesn't have so much food. Let me think about it, let me 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 Black Mountain Army."

"So to say……"

"This crusade against Yuan Shu has failed." Qin Liu said clearly, without emotion in his voice.

"Brother? I'm afraid it's enough to withdraw the troops when the food is exhausted. Yanzhou is really the place where the Fourth World War was fought. First there was the Yellow Turban, and then there was Yuan Shu. Yuan Shao in the north has ulterior motives. In the east, we must guard against Tao Qian's harassment, and in the west, we must guard against Dong Zhuo's entry. .Then, is he still going to save the little emperor?"

Hua Yan didn't know when to back out, and there was a "snap" sound of paper being closed in the darkness. "You are Cao Liaodong, King of Lingnan. Please forgive me, you have no descendants, so your body is the foundation of the safety of the two places. Whether someone else's family is killed is something that should be considered later."

"You have surpassed." Ah Sheng sat in the darkness, his voice was like cold water without the slightest ripple.

Crackling, the flame of the small stove burst out two crisp sounds.The wolfberry tea is opened, and the medicinal fragrance is permeating.

After not hearing Qin Liu's reply for a long time, Ah Sheng stretched out his hand forward, groped up his rough sleeve, and finally put it on his shoulder, holding it firmly.

"Original bee."

"I'm here. I... want an explanation."

Cao Sheng remained silent for long enough, so long that Qin Liu thought it was another taboo that could not be touched.But she said: "The general trend of the world, the long-term unity must be divided, and the long-term division must be united. In the past, Qin general Zhao Tuo became king in Lingnan, thinking that he could avoid the troubled times at the end of Qin Dynasty and the beginning of Han Dynasty. But when the Central Plains unified and sent troops south, the Fifth Dynasty collapsed. If you want me to guard the place quietly, aren't you afraid that the old things will happen again in a hundred years?

"To the north of Jiaozhou is Jingzhou, to the northeast is Yangzhou, and to the northwest is Yizhou. There are no natural barriers, and either way can go south. We will have a battle with the Central Plains sooner or later. Yuanfeng, it's just a question of whether the east wind overwhelms the west wind or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. .”

With another crisp sound of the fire, Qin Liu's difficult voice sounded in his ears: "You are always worrying, when will you stop?"

Ah Sheng suddenly smiled, as if remembering something distant and memorable. "Maybe, I can rest when Cao's territory is as big as Qin and Han." She raised her head towards the door, letting the sunlight outside shine on the blindfolded cloth strips, and her vision could still catch the light , she still has the energy to run around.

From winter to spring, the warm wind blows from the South Island to Dongshan in the north of Yulin County.This is the intersection of Yi, Jing, and Jiaozhou, a long-established three-way zone, and one of the last places where Cao's banner was stationed.

A clear Liujiang River originated from the higher peaks in the west of Dongshan Mountain, and quickly developed into a large river under the abundant precipitation in the south, nourishing thousands of barbarian tribes on both sides.Those who live in caves upstream are called Dong people, and those who live in water villages downstream are called He people.

Of course, this is a title invented by the Han people in recent years. It sounds better than the original "Sheng Liao" and "Luo Yue", and it is also more concise than "those who fish and row boats" and "those who make forests their home". , so it is gradually accepted by ethnic minorities and used to call each other.

For example, now, the clan 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. Our ancestors have surrendered for generations. Farm tools and salt have to come from the Han people."

His words aroused public outrage, the village owner Meng Lin grabbed the old man by the collar and lifted him up like a chicken.If it weren't for the mother-in-law who sat on the head to stop in time, I'm afraid the old man's teeth would be lost.

"The Han people robbed us of our rice and our women. They were finally beaten away more than ten years ago, and they are coming again this time?" The muscular middle-aged man gritted his teeth, "We are not those limp things of the River Clan. I will unite with all the tribes of the Dong Clan to fight against the enemy together."

Mengjiazhai is located in the middle reaches of the Liu River, and it takes less than half a day's voyage to reach the border of the He Clan downstream.If the Han people fight up, the first one to suffer is Mengjiazhai.The other Dong people can hide in the mountains, but they are reluctant to part with this piece of land that their ancestors have managed for generations.

Mengjiazhai is the only Dong tribe who lives in wooden houses!They also develop terraces on the hillside to grow rice!

Meng Lin left the bamboo building where the meeting was held, and was about to pack up and go on the road after lunch.Then, he saw his second daughter running into the house with a face full of panic: "Father and father are not well. The third brother and the fourth brother took the little sister to steal a boat and ran downstream."

"What?!" Meng Lin directly took the bow and arrow on the wall, "Two little brats! Are you causing me trouble at this time?"

The little girl in blue earthen cloth burst into tears: "I've been looking for them for half the morning before I heard from Yuwa. Yuwa said that there was a festival held in Sanhe City downstream, and all children had candy to eat. Third brother and Aunt Cai’s only seedling, she took a few younger ones to watch the excitement. Yu Wa twisted her foot, so she was left behind.”

The middle-aged man's heart suddenly turned cold, and it wasn't just his own brat who was emotionally sneaking away.At this time, there was a noise outside, and Meng Lin immediately heard Aunt Cai's voice: "My family's Hu, my family's Hu, if you have something good or bad, what should I do?"

Monlin has one head and two big ones.What else could it be, the young and middle-aged men in the village were fully armed and went to find the brats.

In twos and threes, 40 people gathered together, some with bows and arrows, some with hoes, and were about to leave when they were stopped by their mother-in-law at the entrance of the village: "Sanhe City is a big city of Han people. There are thousands of iron armored troops and tens of thousands of He clan. What about you?" Are people ready to stuff their teeth?"

"Grandma," Meng Lin said in a deep voice, "there are eleven children, all of whom are the hearts and minds of their parents. We can't just leave them alone."

The old woman's wrinkled face showed a kind of cruelty left over from the years: "When the children are gone, they can be born again. If the young are gone, there will be no one to hunt, no one to farm, and the whole village will be lost."

She turned her back, and her bent body stood like a statue at the entrance of the village: "If you want to leave, just step over my corpse."

"Grandma!" Meng Lin was shocked and angry.

But the men who followed Meng Lin hesitated, the authority of the witch was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and what she said was indeed true.Time passed by, young parents and old people confronted each other at the entrance of the village until the sun was westward.

Children's laughter suddenly came from the distant river, accompanied by broken Chinese: "Master Han, our home is ahead."

"Master Han, the pork made by my mother 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.As soon as Meng Lin's complexion changed, he ran towards the river.When I ran to the edge of the small pier, I saw those brats walking towards the cottage, surrounded by a Han man in a long-sleeved overcoat.Followed by a full 20 guards, the pace is neat, silent.

The children all brought flower garlands, bulging pockets, masks, paper kites and other small toys on their backs.At first glance, it looks like a lot of harvest.

As for the "Master Han" who was surrounded in the middle, his steps were a bit difficult, but he still had a smile on his face. "Now that you're home, let's say hello to your parents so they won't worry."

"No --" the children agreed in unison, giggling, and ran into the arms of their parents, acting like a baby.Only Ah Hu from Aunt Cai’s family was still tugging at the sleeve of “Master Han”: “Master Han, won’t you eat pork made by my mother?”

"Master Han" looked at the alertness on the adult's face and the longing on the child's face, feeling embarrassed.

In the end, it was the old lady who took a step forward and said in vague Chinese: "The dog is naughty, please trouble your lord. If you don't mind, please come to the village as a guest."

Hey, I'm still polite, but it's a pity that the terms "gouzi" and "adult" are all used wrongly.

A Sheng glanced at the terraced fields on the hillside, and he knew what was going on in his heart.She said with a smile: "Thanks to the great love, but it is disrespectful."

All nations that farm are the easiest to tame.The Dong people are not used to paying agricultural tax, so they can use salt tax instead.There is no need to worry about rice in the mountains, and there is no need to worry about prey in the mountains, but there is a lack of salt in the mountains.Holding the road of transporting salt is holding the lifeline of Yishan.

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

The author has something to say: [1]: "July Flowing Fire", which comes from "The Book of Songs·Wei Feng", means that the summer calendar (basically equivalent to today's lunar calendar) is getting cooler in July.Later, "flowing fire" was used to represent the transition from summer to autumn.Hainan has a long summer, and this process will take until August (lunar calendar).

[2]: The second half of this chapter draws on the Sanjiang Dong Autonomous County. It is actually uncertain what ethnic minorities existed in the Southwest of the Eastern Han Dynasty in history.