Yang Hao has been spending the night at Concubine Shu's side for several days, and Nujiao is very dissatisfied with this, her face is gloomy as if she is about to drip water.

"This little slut!"

The maids all lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound, so as not to make the angry maiden angry with themselves.

It's just that the scene of beating things in their imagination did not appear, and the maids were very puzzled in their hearts, and when they looked carefully, they saw the girl sitting on the bed, with a weird smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Stand down, all of you!"

Being able to leave this place of right and wrong, the maids naturally didn't dare to stay longer, so they responded and hurriedly retreated.

"Let you be proud for a few days, want to ride on my head, dream!"

Nujiao sneered, touched her round belly, her eyes flashed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

。。。。。。

As the days passed, Yang Hao gradually left Pujia behind after the first few days of freshness.

Although the woman is good, he exercises every day, and his body is a little unbearable.

Therefore, Yang Hao asked Pu Jia to return to his bedroom, and Yang Hao, who had calmed down, put all his mind into the Dao tribe at one time.

There has been too much time spent on women these days, and a lot of things have been backlogged.

Yang Hao sorted out the events of the officials, roughly went through it, saw that nothing major happened, sighed, and buried it in front of the desk and began to review it.

Due to the limitations of bamboo slips, only the most concise words can be used to describe one thing, although Yang Hao can understand, but still feel awkward, and written like this, many of the meanings I want to express are incomplete.

He even wondered if it was because of this that classical Chinese appeared.

"In the future, we must make paper, the bamboo slips are really inconvenient!"

Yang Hao sighed.

Some official documents similar to work reports, Yang Hao put them aside after reading them.

And an official document from the household department caught his attention.

This official document is about the old people in Chang'an City.

Although the number of elderly people in Chang'an City is not large, it is also a small problem that cannot be ignored.

Yang Hao admired these old people a little, it was a miracle that he could live to this age as a slave in this era.

It's just that their existence has also brought him some troubles, just like what was said in the official document, because the physical strength of these old people is far inferior to that of young people, the crops they grow grow are very different from others.

It is conceivable that the grain produced in these fields during the autumn harvest will not be very optimistic.

The officials thought that this was a great waste of land, but they didn't know what a good solution was, and wanted to ask Yang Hao to decide.

Yang Hao had also learned about this problem before, but because of some things, he forgot about it.

Now that I think about it, it's a tricky question.

Yang Hao can't kill these, that would have to cause a peaceful riot, and it would not be conducive to his own rule.

Lean back in your chair and close your eyes in contemplation.

After a long time, Yang Hao opened his eyes.

Pick up the brush and write on the bamboo slips: "Daqi Elderly Support Policy (Trial)

Where the elderly are lonely and widowed, they can be supported by the people of Daqi, and the fields of the old people can be cultivated by the family of support, and the field tax is collected according to 15 draws, and after the death of the elderly, the fields of the old people are collected by the tribe.

In the case of abuse of the elderly, the land will be repossessed and the tax will be added to the May Day tax for the following year.

This policy will be implemented on a trial basis after the winter solstice.

”

Yang Hao put down the pen, looked at it, and made revisions and changes in the details.

For these old people, Yang Hao can't do it to the tribe to support, so the burden on the tribe is too heavy, and it is a good choice to let the people of Daqi provide for them.

In this way, the people of Daqi can slowly develop a tradition of supporting the elderly, and on the other hand, it can also make land resources play a greater role.

Most importantly, this good governance will also allow him to gain another wave of popularity.

Those old people, Yang Hao estimated that they would not live long, and most of them lived alone, which could allow him to die properly, and also wash away some of his sins, and ask for peace of mind, so that he would not go to hell after death.

After Yang Hao reviewed all the other official documents, he asked people to send the trial version of the "Daqi Elderly Support Policy" to the household department.

And when Yang Hao was ready to continue his scientific research.

The guards came to report, and Ren Zhong asked to see him.

Yang Hao's face flashed with joy, Ren Zhong came to him at this time, it should be that the Eight Bull Crossbow has made progress.

Sure enough, after Ren Zhong came in, he told Yang Hao about this matter.

Overjoyed, Yang Hao hurriedly asked people to prepare the car, and went out of the city in a hurry.

When he arrived at the workshop where he made bows and arrows, Yang Hao saw the big guy in the open space at a glance.

Yang Hao looked at the huge bed crossbow with mechanical beauty, and couldn't hide the joy on his face.

"Have you tried it?"

"Tried."

"How's it going?"

"The range is about 700 meters, and if you adjust the angle, it can reach 800 meters."

"Okay, okay, get ready, I'll see the effect."

"Yes!"

Yang Hao stood aside, looking at where the craftsmen of dozens of meters were busy.

The thick spear shaft is placed in the card slot.

More than twenty craftsmen struggled to turn the winch, listening to the clicking sound, Yang Hao was very worried that under this huge twisting force, this bed crossbow would fall apart all at once.

Fortunately, this did not happen, and the craftsmen did not stop until the two huge bows on top of the bed crossbow were drawn into the shape of a full moon.

And it took almost ten minutes to install a crossbow arrow, although the speed was a little slow, Yang Hao could only hope that the power could reach what Ren Zhong said.

I saw that the craftsmen adjusted the bed crossbow at a higher angle, and a craftsman with a bronze hammer smashed it down hard, only to hear a crisp click, the thick bowstring suddenly straightened, and the thick crossbow flew out like a cannonball, drawing a graceful parabola in the air.

Seeing that the crossbow arrow fell in a place where the eye could not see, Yang Hao, Ren Zhong and the others walked towards the place where the crossbow arrow fell.

Yang Hao secretly estimated the number of steps in his heart, and walked a total of seven hundred and eighty-five steps to the place where the crossbow arrow fell, Yang Hao determined that the next step was not a step in the future, taking one foot is called a step, and two steps are a step, and the distance of one step is almost a meter or so.

Excluding the error, the distance of this arrow is more than 700 meters, and such a long distance can definitely be called a high-power weapon of destruction.

Looking at the crossbow arrow that was nearly half a meter deep in the ground, Yang Hao's face was shocked, although he had heard of the power of the bed crossbow, but he had never seen it with his own eyes, and when he saw it at this time, he guessed how awesome this thing was.

This is still the most powerful bed crossbow, if the Song Dynasty's eight-bull crossbow is really restored, Yang Hao estimates that it only takes one arrow to shoot through the rammed earth walls of Chang'an City.