Qiang Di Qiang Di, Qiang people and Di people have the same origin.

I remember that when my father was the king of Di, he was also regarded as the king of Qiang by the Qiang people of Liangzhou.

The strong man forcibly separated the Qiang and Di people, presumably as a means to annex those tribes that disobeyed him.

After living in Hanzhong for so many years, Yang Wanwan finally understood that the Qiang people and the Di people were actually the same thing in the eyes of the Han people.

They all graze herds. If God can survive, it is a blessing. Who would think about who they are?

One year they are Qiang people, next year they are Di people, or even if they are Di people today and become Qiang people tomorrow, that is perfectly normal.

Then the Huns were powerful, right? What about now? If they were swallowed by the Xianbei people, wouldn't they still become Xianbei?

That Qiang Duan betrayed General Shenweitian and surrendered to Cao Cao, and now he uses the distinction between Qiang and Di to exclude dissidents. He clearly has wolfish ambitions.

Looking at the Zagotel in front of him, he already considers himself a Qiang and feels that he is different from the Di. Come to the land of Yinping, the difference between the Qiang and Di has become extremely clear.

Thinking of this, Yang Wanwan frowned and said, "General Jiang, the strong man who separated the Qiang and Di people must have some conspiracy!"

"Even if he has an agenda, it is something Cao Cao needs to consider and has nothing to do with us."

Jiang Shu didn't care, shook his head and said with a smile, "Besides, this kind of thing is too far away for us to comment on."

Yang Wanwan opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but in the end he just sighed and fell silent.

The main road of the textile workshop was paved very quickly. After the surface of the first section was dry and water was poured for two or three days, Feng Yong announced that it was time to leave.

Li Yi and others couldn't bear it for a long time and ran up first, stretched out their feet and stamped. They felt that the road was extremely hard. Then they bent down and touched it, and then used their hands to support it a few times before raising their heads.

He came and exclaimed, "Brother, this road is almost the same as the official road in Jincheng, right?"

"Okay, if you want to take a look, go up and take a look. From now on, our workshops will follow this path."

Feng Yong looked at the hesitant servants and waved his hand.

The roadside was crowded with old soldiers who were taking turns watching the excitement and female weavers who were supposed to be taking their lunch break. They all craned their necks to look at the concrete road. They saw that even noble people such as Li Langjun looked cautious, with eyes in their eyes.

They all had expressions of confusion and sternness.

"Master, this road...can we walk on weekdays?"

As one of the first veterans to follow Feng Yong, Lu Laozu could be considered a small leader. He pointed to the extremely smooth road, "Li Langjun just said, this road is no worse than the official road in Jincheng."

Woolen cloth."

There is a road in Jincheng Street called Chaoguan Road, which is specially used by imperial officials to go to court.

Ordinary people can also walk on weekdays, but they can only walk along the side, and if they encounter an official, they have to get out of the way in time. Otherwise, they will be knocked down by the official's carriage and horse, and there will be no way to appeal, and they may even be arrested and beaten.

board.

Feng Yong said strangely, "Isn't this road built just to make it easier for everyone to walk? Is there anything we can't walk on?"

As he said that, he pointed to the unfinished construction site in the distance, "From now on, the roads in our textile workshops will all look like this. If you can't walk, then where will you go?"

Old soldier Lu rubbed his hands, imitated Li Yi, bent down, touched the cement floor, pressed it again, and looked at Feng Yong flatteringly, "That means the master has such ability! After following the master, even

Walking becomes a blessing."

"Who says it's not?" A man with a beard on the side said, his eyes almost turned into Zhang Fei's eyes, he looked at Feng Yong with admiration, and he was full of harsh words, "If we go this way, it won't be successful.

Have you accepted the treatment of those adults in Jincheng?"

Yo ho!

I have so many talented people under my command, even a naturalized barbarian has learned how to flatter me.

"That's nonsense!" Although Feng Tubie waved his hands modestly on the surface, there was a smile on his face that couldn't be concealed. He was comfortable and very comfortable. No wonder everyone likes to hear good things.

"Walking on a smooth road is just a treat for Master Jincheng? Masters in Jincheng work hard for the country, but you can't even read a few Chinese characters every day. It's a good thing to think!"

Feng Turtle looked at the people who were more rustic than him with contempt and said, "Okay, stop dawdling, come up and take a look."

When everyone heard this, they all burst into laughter.

If you want to say that this master is cruel, he is really cruel.

Putting aside the messy rumors outside, I saw with my own eyes how many of the captured barbarians were buried alive in brothels and mines.

But if you have good intentions, then you have good intentions.

Not to mention those barbarians with household registration, even the craftsmen with low-level registration have been changed to good registration. The textile workshops are only divided into two types of people: those with household registration and those without household registration. There are no people with low-level registration or good registration.

explain.

Those servants took the dirt and mixed it with water to pave the road. The dust was flying all day long, but the master didn't mind it and followed them every day to watch.

The owner even squatted on the roadside and chatted with his servants.

Not to mention everyone can still have enough food and clothing.

The only requirement is to abide by the rules of the master's house and work hard.

These days, who doesn’t have enough energy? If you don’t think about anything, as long as you listen to your master, you can live well. Where can you find such a master?

Although I don't understand the big truth, I can still tell what other nobles are like and what my own family is like.

Therefore, although the master's family does not have much image on weekdays, the people under him are grateful and respectful from the bottom of their hearts.

Upon hearing Feng Yong's words, everyone no longer flinched and walked onto the road one after another. Some people even jumped twice out of curiosity.

A curious guy took a stone from the roadside and tried to knock it on the road a few times. When Feng Yong saw it, he quickly shouted, "Don't hit it with a stone. This road is not as hard as a stone."

Old soldier Lu reacted quickly. When he heard what Feng Yong said, he quickly kicked the man and kicked him like a vicious dog. He yelled and cursed, "You are seeking death! How hard does it take for the master to repair such a thing?"

If you don’t take good care of a good road, why would you throw a stone at it? If it’s damaged, can you afford to pay for it?”

After saying that, he bent down and smiled at Feng Yong and said, "Master, what should we pay attention to when we walk this way on weekdays? Take advantage of this rest time to tell everyone?"

The guy who was kicked and chewing mud got up, glanced at Feng Yong with some flinching, chuckled, and shrank apologetically. It seemed that he wanted to say something to apologize, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Okay, wipe the mud from your mouth."

Old Soldier Lu's kick was so bad that it really made his mouth full of mud. I don't know if he broke his tongue or not.

"It's just like walking normally, what should I pay attention to?"

Feng Yong still overestimated the acceptance ability of a group of three-country turtles. In addition, they saw with their own eyes several kinds of dirt mixed with water to form this kind of artificial stone road that they had never seen before, and it was an incomparable whole.

The huge artificial stone road seemed to them to have cast some kind of magic spell.

so……

"And what are you guys doing over there kneeling down? I'm not dead yet!"

Perhaps they had personally felt some mysterious power. Several people had knelt down and looked at Feng Yong with admiration. They didn't know what they were thinking.

Moreover, it also infected the people around them. Many people looked at them and then looked at Feng Yong in awe, with hesitation on their faces and a tendency to kneel down. Feng Yong quickly stopped them.

"Pull them up quickly."

"I haven't tested how much weight this kind of road can bear..."

Feng Yong looked at a group of people who were a little confused, so he had to explain a little more clearly, "I just don't know how heavy the car can travel. Mr. Lu, you can bring some manpower later and drive a few key cars to see if there are any problems with the road surface."

"

Anyway, all the cars in this era have two wheels, and the load capacity is not much, so the shoddy construction should be enough.

"Yes, please don't worry, Master, I will do a good job."

At this moment, a petite figure came over and said to Feng Yongfu, "Master, Zhao Langjun is back."

"Erlangjun is back?"

Feng Yong was stunned. Before he could ask again, he heard a very familiar voice in his ear, "Brother, I'm back. I've been really thinking about it these days!"

Feng Yong turned his head and saw a man and a horse speeding towards him on the road covered with straw.

Damn it!

You can’t walk on that stretch of road yet!

Feng Tubiao yelled, "Zhao Erlang, what are you doing! Come down here quickly!"

However, Zhao Guang didn't seem to hear anything. He rode straight over and ran up to Feng Yong. Then he reined in the horse's cage and raised the front hooves of the handsome horse high as if to show off his equestrian skills. When the horse stopped,

After stabilizing, he turned over and dismounted.

"Brother, I want to hurt my little brother!"

Get out! Get out! I don’t want to see you!

"Brother, wait for me!"

A voice came from afar. Feng Yong looked over Zhao Guang's body and saw another person riding a horse following the path of Zhao Guang.

As expected of Huang Ji, who is called sister and brother to Zhao Erha, they are really on the same road!

It’s really hard to see this road anymore!

The newly paved road can still be patched up, this kind of semi-dry road...

Feng Tujun shivered and subconsciously looked for a stick.
To be continued...