My balcony connects the Three Kingdoms

Some things, it's better not to say too clearly, especially if the person you're talking to doesn't fully trust each other.

People always like to exchange shallow words, but in fact it is a kind of unwise performance.

Of course, a possibility is not ruled out.

That is bragging.

Wei Cheng is not a person who likes to brag, he likes to do it first and then talk.

Let the result be your most powerful testimony.

Therefore, the two exchanged for an afternoon, but in the end they got nothing.

Huangfusong reluctantly returned to the mansion, which was specially arranged by Wei Cheng. It was located in the north of the city, a real rich area.

Huangfu Li was very pitiful. Before his uncle came, he had been staying in the inn.

Although the environment of the inn is not bad, compared with this three-entry courtyard, it is still too cramped.

You know, the Guanzhong area is vast and sparsely populated, and the area of ​​the Huangfu family's ancestral home even exceeds half of Anyi County.

"Father, what should we do next, go back to Liangzhou Beidi, or stay here and wait for the right time?"

Huangfu Li Duan sat at the bottom, looking at his uncle Huangfu Song who was behind the low table with his eyes closed and thinking.

On the low table in front of Huangfusong was a delicate eight-faced Han sword.

This is a sample Wei Cheng gave him, a standard Han sword made of Longshan iron tires, the craftsmanship has far surpassed the smelting technology of this era...he is talking about mass-produced weapons.

This is Wei Cheng selling his iron tires to Huang Fusong.

The smelter on Longshan has already reached a large scale, and the number of iron tires produced every day even exceeds the annual output of the Han Dynasty.

The first step of the five-year plan is to advance the industry. In the area of ​​smelting, Hao Dadao did not disappoint Wei Cheng.

Huangfusong stood up and took out the saber at his waist. It was a treasured saber bestowed by the late emperor. He had accompanied him in all these years' battles and drank blood.

"Zhengping, you have the knife."

Huangfu Song handed the knife to his nephew Huangfu Li, and then motioned him to take a step back.

Huangfu Li took the sword, frowned, watching Huangfu Song draw out the eight-faced Han sword.

"Father, this precious sword was bestowed by the late emperor!"

Huangfu Song raised his eyebrows, and said sarcasticly: "Oh, so you also think that this knife will lose?"

Huangfu Li was stunned for a moment, feeling sorry for the precious sword in his hand, and replied: "Father, it's a pity that this sword is broken."

Huangfusong nodded slightly with a calm expression, then swung the Eight-faced Han Sword without hesitation, and slashed at the treasured saber.

Huangfu Li made a gesture to resist, and even used his strength to try to keep the knife.

It's a pity that Huangfusong seemed to have predicted it a long time ago, and with a flick of his wrist, the power of the Eight-faced Han Sword increased a bit.

Say, click...

When the swords collided, the imperial bestowed sword snapped.

Looking at the half of the blade that fell on the ground, the two of them didn't have much surprise on their expressions, but Huangfu Li looked distressed.

Originally, knives should be more suitable for slashing, but swords are more used for stabbing. Now this royal bestowed saber is cut off by a sword. Apart from Huangfusong's amazing kung fu, what's more important is the difference between the two. There is a huge gap between the materials and the forging process.

Wei Cheng's words flashed in Huangfusong's mind.

"Five hundred standard weapons every month, I want the general to ensure that the trade route from the Western Regions to Bingzhou is unimpeded."

At the beginning, Huangfusong was still a little hesitant. After all, the extension of the trade route to Bingzhou had a great influence on him.

However, after seeing the power of the Eight-Faced Han Sword, Huangfusong suddenly felt that the deal seemed feasible.

Although I don't know why Wei Cheng didn't partner with him to go south to ask for Dong, but Huang Fusong has already made up his mind.

When one day I have enough magical weapons and sharp blades, I don't seem to be unable to do it when I ask Dong to do it.

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Weifu.

Wei Cheng and Wei Min sat opposite each other, and there was a chessboard on the low table in front of them.

Wei Yan's sunspots have already taken over half of the advantage, but Wei Yan's moves and moves are still in a hurry

"Teng'er's move has advantages and disadvantages. It seems to have balanced the situation at the moment, but if you look at it in the long run, it is equivalent to improving the strength of all parties in disguise. I am afraid there will be endless troubles."

Wei Min dropped the ball and ate Wei Cheng's seven sunspots, instantly opening up the situation.

The corner of Wei Cheng's mouth slightly raised, and he said with a smile: "Why does Second Uncle think that I didn't do it on purpose?"

Speaking of which, Wei Cheng easily made a move, and locked Wei Min's white chess piece again.

"I once saw an interesting story in an ancient book. According to legend, there is a country called Fei in the far west. The people there have as black skin as coal, and live a life of raw hair and blood. The most advanced weapons are only long spears and wooden bows. "

"Through hundreds of thousands of years, suddenly one day, a fisherman from a small country discovered this isolated country, and found a large number of gold mines and gemstone mines here."

Wei Min's expression changed, he stopped thinking about the chess game silently, took a sip from the wine glass at the side, and listened carefully.

Seeing this, Wei Cheng also picked up his wine glass and continued to tell the story with a smile.

"After the fisherman returned to his country, he immediately found the king. After reporting the news, he got a reward and became the general of the country's water army. Soon he led a large number of troops to the country called Fei."

"One side is a sharp iron tool, and the other is a dull stone tool. The result of the battle is naturally predictable. However, after slaughtering several villages, this fisherman suddenly discovered a fatal problem."

Wei Min raised his head and murmured softly: "Nobody digs mine anymore?"

Wei Cheng's eyes lit up, and he laughed and said, "Yes, as expected of the second uncle, the fisherman found that they had killed everyone, so he could only let the soldiers dig mines, but in this way, it will get twice the result with half the effort, how long will it take to occupy the entire African country? Woolen cloth?"

"Later, the fisherman came up with a good idea, that is to make friends with the local aborigines. They provided a large amount of iron tools, supported one of the powerful tribes, and hired them to dig mines, cultivate land, and farm."

"After a large amount of gold, silver, treasures and food were transported back from Africa, the people of small countries began to become rich. They didn't need to mine or cultivate land. They only needed to think about how to enslave the natives and how to improve their own wealth. dominance."

Wei Yan nodded thoughtfully, finished drinking a glass of wine, frowned and said, "But the aborigines have more and more iron tools, one day they will not be satisfied with the status quo, and stand up to resist with those hoes. "

Wei Cheng nodded slightly, picked up the flagon to pour wine for Wei Yan, and then said: "There are indeed people who stood up to resist, but only a small number of people, because most people are content with the status quo, and ordinary people don't care about these things. , what they want is a stable life, as for who is...Second Uncle understands."

The uncle and nephew looked vaguely at the courtyard next door, and Cai Yan and his daughters were visiting Liu He.

Wei Min knew in his heart that once the emperor ruled over the people, ordinary people don't care who is the emperor, what they need is a leader who can lead them to live a prosperous life.

"Moreover, when those people stand up to resist, they will be stunned to find that the hoes in their hands are just production tools eliminated by the invaders. Facing sharper axes and iron bows, they have no room to resist at all. .”

After Wei Cheng finished speaking, he picked up another black piece and landed it on the chessboard. The black pieces connected the city, and the white pieces had nowhere to escape.

Wei Yan looked down, smiled and shook his head, "I lost again."