The reason why a strong man is a strong man is because he sets a very high standard and requirement for those who come after him:

It almost expanded its territory to the limit of what the feudal dynasty could expand, and it still governed it directly.

Jiuzhen, Rinan, and Jiaozhi were too far away from the Central Plains in ancient times.

When a country is strong, it has the power to bring them into the scope of governance.

When a country's national strength is weak, these places are most likely to break away from the Central Plains regime and become independent.

Or when you meet some short-sighted guy, you wave your hand and say very generously:

This barbarian land is a waste of money and food, no more!

Little did they know that this might seem like a temporary savings, but it would leave huge hidden dangers for future generations.

Because these places have long accepted the enlightenment of Han culture.

If we follow historical rules, or if latecomers can gain some momentum, we can maintain governance of these places step by step.

These places will gradually become Han areas.

What I'm afraid of is getting started, or giving up halfway through management.

In these places, without the continuous influence of Central Plains culture, but having been enlightened and civilized early, they will either gradually form their own independent culture, or they will be influenced by others into other cultures.

Over time, they will become "non-my kind".

Our ancestors have long warned: "People who are not of my race will have different minds."

You are generous and kind, but you are still impressed by yourself. "Those who are not my race" will not be grateful to you, and are always waiting for an opportunity to bite off a piece of fat from you.

Those with bigger appetites may simply want to devour you directly.

This can be said to be "the predecessors were generous, but the descendants suffered".

So, as someone who has done it before me, if you can work hard, you should still try your best.

Just like Mr. Feng, whenever he got the chance, he would work hard on the barbarian girl's garland.

As a result, Hua Xiaowu had no strength and could only lie lazily on the table without moving, let alone resisting.

The refreshed Feng Dasima sat back on his seat like a dog, and took back the "Mrs. Funan" that had been pushed to the corner of the table.

After patting it with one hand, it still felt like a dead fish and didn’t want to move. Hua Xiaowu said:

"Come down after you have rested. Don't let anyone come in again."

Although the door is closed, the ladies on the left and right may not knock on the door.

Hua Xiaowu hummed a few times before lazily getting up.

After cleaning up his body, Hua Xiaowu came over, put his arms around Feng's neck, and said in a tired voice:

"Alang, how many days will it take to revise this book?"

At this time, Mr. Feng was a gentleman, sitting upright, with only books in his eyes but no beauty:

"If you keep doing this, it will only waste more time."

When Hua Xiaowu heard this, she immediately became furious!

Who seemed to be as unforgiving as an animal just now?

Now you want to turn against others?

"I'm going to tell my husband-in-law that you're here to bully me on purpose, and you lied to me and said this was the funniest thing!"

When Feng Da Sima heard this, he was immediately excited:

"Why are you like this? I'm just kidding you. Don't worry, you'll be fine in a few days."

This book was originally prepared for Sun Quan.

It has been specially revised when I wrote it.

Now it's just a matter of changing some place names and people's names.

The only thing that's a little troublesome is that after the changes are completed, it has to be transcribed onto the leather again, and then it has to be aged to give it a sense of age.

After all, if it doesn't match up with the previous two books, it will be easy to mislead.

After hearing this, Hua Xiaowu smiled with satisfaction:

"Thank you, Alang."

As he spoke, he came up for a kiss, and then continued cheerfully:

"Then I will immediately arrange for people to be ready at any time. As soon as Alang is ready, let them set off immediately."

"So impatient?" Feng Dasima was shocked when he heard this, "Winter will definitely come after we finish it. Is it too late?"

"Why is it too late?" Hua Xiaowu waved his hand indifferently, "Such a big thing should be done as early as possible so that you can feel at ease."

"Besides, it's not like Guanzhong over there. It snows in winter, so there's no such thing as winter there."

"There's none?"

"Even if it does, it's not too cold in winter, so it doesn't matter."

Hua Xiaowu said, then leaned over and kissed:

"Alang, please worry more about this book. I'll go take a shower first."

Feng Da Sima shook his head in disgust and said "ugh":

"Go, go, go, it smells like raw chestnuts!"

"snort!"

Hua Xiaowu glared at him angrily, turned around and left.

The eighth month is still young, and the clothes are given in the ninth month.

In September in Chang'an, the autumn air was crisp and clear, which made Feng Da Sima feel refreshed.

At the foot of Yinshan Mountain in the north of Chang'an, it is already slightly chilly from time to time.

Yinshan Mountain cannot completely block the northwest wind blowing from the desert in the north - in September in the desert, northwest wind has occasionally appeared.

Although it is not very cold, I need to wear a thicker coat in the morning and evening.

Dahe Workshop dug a new channel, and then dug a reservoir at the end of the channel—actually it was almost the same as a lake.

The lake is divided into three openings, one flows back to the river, one branches to other places, and one leads directly to a certain smelting workshop.

At this time, billowing black smoke was emitting from the smelting workshop.

In the workshop, a water drain improved by the Prime Minister's wife drove several huge linked iron hammer heads, which were continuously moving up and down, automatically hitting the iron embryo with a "bang, bang, bang" sound, and sparks flying everywhere.

The craftsmen standing in front were constantly adjusting the iron materials very easily, making them gradually look like what they wanted.

During the Pre-Han Dynasty, primitive blast furnaces were already being used to smelt iron in the Central Plains, and this laid the foundation for steelmaking.

In the later years of the Later Han Dynasty, the steel filling method was introduced.

By Jihan, smelting had further developed.

Feng invested a lot of manpower and material resources, coupled with the strong support of the prime minister's wife and Pu Yuan.

The creative combination of blast furnaces, water rows, blowers, etc. finally allowed Ji Han's weapons and armor to take a further leap forward, both in quality and quantity.

The hydraulic forging hammer in front of us uses improved water drainage to forge better quality steel.

The most important thing is that this method liberates a large amount of labor.

It no longer requires a large number of young and strong laborers to hammer iron materials with sledgehammers as before.

Even an old and frail craftsman can easily use hydraulic machinery to produce a qualified piece of iron.

Moreover, using water power to forge the hammer head, which is larger than the head, is obviously more efficient than the sledgehammer of the Craftsman Wheel.

This is what Jiuyuan, whose labor force is not rich, needs most.

"Bang!"

As the big hammer on the edge struck the last blow, the craftsman stretched out his hand, grasped a handle on the edge, and pulled it upward with force.

Only a series of harsh friction sounds were heard, and the big hammer stopped.

"Mr. Lang, it's ready."

The forged iron plate, or possibly steel plate, was quickly pulled out.

Several shirtless young people quickly gathered around him excitedly.

"how?"

"Don't worry, it needs further processing before it can be officially tested."

"I hope I can meet Mr. Mei's requirements..."

"Yes, Chang'an is in a hurry these days."

"Have you not missed any forging data records?"
To be continued...