Chapter 182 The Power of Changing the Times

The room was wiped cleanly, so he used a torch to shine it, turned around and covered it with the door. After thinking about it, he hung the big copper lock in the inner room, locked the door, and then held the torch to the tunnel.

After passing through the tunnel and entering the basement, I pushed open the stone at the wellhead. The well water was not far from the hole here. The water was rippling, and the moon in the sky was reflected in the water, as if it could be fished up with just a stretch of hand.

The well is not far from the pavilion in Cui Xiaoqing's backyard. You can still hear a faint sound through the wellhead. After Shi Chuan was about to wait for someone to leave, the girls did not rest. The words floated in the wind were faintly, as if they were making fun of Chu Suzhen and praising Shi Yanei's infatuation.

But what's the use of a craving infatuation? Shi Chuan pushed the stone up dullly, closed the hole again, and then lit the light in the basement.

The cave was still built according to the ground construction pattern. The place where he came was probably the boudoir. When he opened a nanmu box, a golden light appeared in the box. A piece of gold nuggets like chocolate boards were neatly placed. Young Master Hai cast his property into gold tins and silver tins and stored in the wooden box. But because the gold tins and silver tins are too small, the shape of Young Master Hai cast is not exactly the Song Dynasty style, they are more like pieces of chocolate. Each piece of gold tins has a deep groove. If you break off one piece, it is exactly ten taels of gold tins.

Shi Chuan took out one of the gold and silver elves and returned to the kitchen location of the underground building - it was decorated like a kitchen, but it was actually a workshop where there were human punches, boring machines and other machinery made by Mr. Hai spent several years. These machines were driven entirely by human power, and only monsters like Mr. Hai and Mr. Shi Chuan could be used.

A thick layer of wax was applied to the lathe. When I was stroking the machines with my hands, I found that they were all very new. Some machines had no traces of use at all, and there were no scratches on the tool mold.

This is a set of machines that change this era. With them, they almost possess the power to change the era, but why is Mr. Hai unwilling to use it?

Looking at it from another perspective, can these things, or the technological power these things have, really change this era?

Perhaps, this is why Mr. Hai dared not use them easily.

Shi Chuan put down the gold and silver blocks in his hand and slowly turned around in the kitchen. He lit the candles one by one. Finally, more than 300 candles were lit in the whole room. While lit the candles with concentration, he said self-deprecatingly: "One person created it, but he dared not use it. The successor only dared to use it to make women's jewelry - I wonder if this is a joke?"

No one answered

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At dawn, Shi Yanei woke up. He felt refreshed today. Looking out the window, it was also a sunny day. When the servant was serving the washing up, Shi Yanei asked casually: "Where is Dalang?"

The servant replied respectfully: "The proprietor is washing the war horses in the horse house."

Shi Yanei was a casual person. Seeing that it was still early, it was not convenient to go to Cui Yuan to visit Chu Suzhen. He shouted: "Take breakfast with me, I will go to the horse house to have a meal."

When Shi Yanei, who was gnawing a piece of meat pie, walked into the horse house, Shi Cheng was brushing the war horse with a brush. The three war horses in the stable were smooth and vigorous, and were breathing their horses comfortably from time to time. Yanei praised: "Good horse, fat and strong."

Shi Chuan lowered his head, grabbed the ponytail, and combed the hair on his tail with a brush. Yanei continued to add: "I know these two horses, and my brother-in-law used great efforts to get them. Unfortunately, after getting them, he had nowhere to gallop, so he could only watch them die in the stable every day. As the saying goes, a good horse is good for a hero, you are braver and strong-willed than my brother-in-law. These horses can only be considered as if they were in your hands. Unfortunately, they are a little older."

Shi Chuan threw down his horse brush, and the Indian stable manager quickly stepped forward to take over and continued to wash the horse body. The other servants took clean water and asked Shi Chuan to wash his hands. Shi Chuan was washing his hands and sighed: "What can one or two good horses change? Haha, what your brother-in-law doesn't use is more than just one or two war horses?"

Yanei remembered this reminder. He quickly ordered his entourage to take the drawings he brought from home. While waiting for the drawings, people kept coming in to ask about the work arrangements that day. It was arranged like flowing water. After a while, Shi Yanei's entourage rushed back with a paper tube.

A few drawings were rolled in the paper tube. Shiteng looked roughly and clapped his hands and said, "Coincidentally, this is a windmill design drawing. Your brother-in-law plans to design this windmill on the salt pond, and then use the windmill as power to gradually increase the water level of the salt brine... With this drawing, your father's naval army in Tongzhou can develop greatly."

Shi Yanei was shocked. Can such words be said in public? There were people coming and going here... He looked at the busy Indian servants and asked carefully: "These people..."

Shi Chuan waved his hand disapprovingly: "Your brother-in-law never taught them Chinese."

Shi Yanei nodded and suggested: "To be safe, let's find a quiet place to talk about it."

Shi Chuan waved: "Follow me, Miss Cui happened to circle 60 acres of land around the village. She planned to jointly run a workshop with me. Today, there will be piles and foundations there. Let's go over and take a look."

As he was talking, the Indian servants held the horse ingredients and the fried millet exuded a scent. Several Indian servants even beat eggs into the bucket and mixed rice... Yanei watched the servants feed the horses and stood beside him and sighed: "What kind of horse is this? You eat better than tenants. If you raise more horses like this, what kind of wealth should the family be able to afford it."

The four horses in the stable are of different ages and different sources. One of them was a stallion purchased from the Haizhou Pier after becoming a general. Three mares were given by the Hai Gongzi. One of them was probably the Dun hippo - that is, the sweat-blooded BMW; the other one was about the hybrid descendant of the Arabian horse and the Qinchuan horse. In addition, there was a purebred Arabian mare - but there was no paired thoroughbred stallion.

It seems that Mr. Hai does not understand horses. Of course, he is very familiar with sailing on a boat. After obtaining excellent horse breeds, he may have thought of improving war horses, but it takes hundreds of years of continuous efforts to breed excellent horse breeds for domestication of good breeds. Mr. Hai cannot waste this time, so after he tried a little, he immediately gave up, leaving only a few servants who were good at raising horses and an Indian stable manager.

These war horses are not too bad, but I think that Mr. Hai used to treat them as pack horses for driving, and only occasionally used them when traveling - he usually takes a boat when traveling.

Raising horses is not a simple job. War horses are not suitable for riding before they are seven years old, because their waists are soft at that time, and the camels are not moving and heavy human bodies. What's more, those who ride it often need to wear helmets and armor. Before the horses are seven years old, horse trainers have to domesticate the horses for a long time. Nearly half of the horses will be eliminated during this domestication process. The reasons for the elimination are mostly because the horses have a bad temper and are easily frightened by things around them, which poses danger to passengers.

Among the war horses that can be ridden, only one-tenth of them are suitable as war horses. Such horses are usually passionate and can run wildly when they hear their owner's hints, and rush forward fearlessly... The war horses raised by the young master of the sea have missed the best time for domestication. At present, these war horses can only be kept in the stable and used as breeding.

After washing his hands, Shi Tuan threw down his horse's brush and asked Shi Yanei to leave. He explained as he walked: "The war horses eat well to cultivate their physical fitness... I heard that there is a horse racing event in the Black Khan Kingdom, which allowed the horses to travel more than a thousand miles a long distance, and there was a resting point every sixty miles along the way, and there was only a well and no forage on the resting point. In other words, this competition allowed the war horses to drink only water and run more than a thousand miles.

It is said that local princes and nobles have invested huge sums of money to bet on competitions, and each prince will take out his best Malay competition, and the winners will win huge prizes every year - this competition lasts for hundreds of years."

Shizhang added: However, this competition will not start six hundred years later.

Shi Yanei walked out of the yard and walked towards the ridge outside the village. He asked in shock: "What kind of horse can do after just drinking water and running a thousand miles?"

"There is one of the breeds that your brother-in-law breeds is extremely drought-resistant and good at long-distance racing horses. Unfortunately, your brother-in-law asked to raise a bad horse."

"That kind of horse usually eats ripe rice. I thought it was so delicate. I didn't expect it to be able to run thousands of miles by drinking water. You wouldn't be fooling me?"

Shi Chuan skipped a ridge and replied: "It is because you eat well and have good physical fitness that you can use explosive power at critical moments. Those horses who usually eat braised vegetables and are known as the "most good at hard work and hard work" have poor physical fitness and have a weak foundation. How can you do it if you want to run a day in the desert?"

Yanei nodded: "This may be the principle of 'raising troops for a thousand days, and using them for a while'. Keeping them well is really a good thing, but you can travel thousands of miles... Well, my brother-in-law usually doesn't say anything, but he didn't expect that he would hide such a good guy. When you have the horses being tamed, I will give me one, and I will try the feeling of running thousands of miles."

Cui Xiaoqing's 60 acres of land are right next to the village. There is a special point in this kind of land close to the residence. They usually exist as family sacrificial fields. The production of the land is for family sacrificial purposes and is usually managed by the ancestral temple manager.

Such land is usually not sold, let alone given to others.

When Shi Yanei walked to the ground, he found that the field was strange. He opened his mouth but made no sound.

The farmers were working on wooden stakes, building fences, and digging foundations on the fields. Several foremen rushed over to salute. Shi Chuan asked casually for a few questions and asked them to do their own business. Later, there was no one around him to disturb him. Yanei continued: "If I use my brother-in-law's drawings, build a salt field privately, and according to my brother-in-law's design, it seems that it is a business without foundation, as long as there is sun and sea water.

However, Huang Song investigated the smuggling of salt and iron strictly and tinkered with the smuggling of salt and iron. If the amount was small, there would be no big profit; if the amount was large, there was too many people passing by, so it would be a waste of money to keep it secret."

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