The improvement of textile technology can greatly improve the living standards of the people of Qi country, and sufficient cloth can affect all aspects of human daily life.

If the people are not clothed and hungry, no matter how fanciful the ruler says, it is nonsense for those who live at the bottom.

Before Yang Hao crossed over, he occasionally saw old photos of the Manchu era, and looked at the insensitive faces, only to know how correct Guan Zhong's words were.

He wanted to build a powerful empire, and this power was not only to make his army more capable of fighting, and to conquer one primitive tribe after another by force.

He wanted to be strong and prosperous, so that his subjects could be emancipated both physically and spiritually, and physical liberation was easy, but spiritual liberation needed to be supported by a rich material foundation.

Everything Yang Hao has done from the establishment of the tribe to the founding of the country today is working towards this goal.

He always believed that only by improving production technology could the spirit of emancipation be the basis for the spirit of emancipation.

From Tiangong Kaiwu to Hongwu Yishi, Yang Hao has put too much effort into this, and with the current strength of Daqi, he is fully capable of expanding his territory to several times the current one.

But he didn't do it because the current capacity of the Qi State could only feed so many people, and no matter how much the population was, it would drag down the Qi State, after all, Yang Hao didn't need slaves, and he didn't need human animals to sacrifice to the gods like some tribes.

Yang Hao carefully sorted out the sketches of Hongwu and the way of making them, recorded them in the heavenly creations, and smiled with satisfaction.

However, he still has some regrets, if his mechanical foundation is better, the efficiency of the loom can be increased several times, and the wool can be spun.

After all, the warmth and comfort of the tweed coat are not comparable to that of linen, and there is no shortage of sheep in the pastures of this era.

If the army is changed into a warm Nizi coat, even in the cold winter, the combat effectiveness of the army of Qi will not be weakened too much.

Although Hongwu can also spin wool with a textile machine, Yang Hao knows that the efficiency is too high and the low cost is too high.

Carefully putting away the heavenly creations, Yang Hao leaned on the back of the chair, relaxed his tense nerves, and reviewed everything he had done in the past few years.

After a long time, Yang Hao slowly opened his eyes and muttered, "Surprised? ”

"Someone!"

During this busy time, he almost forgot that there was another person he hated that he hadn't dealt with yet.

After instructing the guards, soon, a scrawny man with a foul smell was dragged in front of Yang Hao by the guards, if it weren't for the fact that this person still showed signs of breathing, it was almost a skinny and bony dried corpse.

"Go down first!"

Yang Hao waved his hand.

The guard glanced at the dry corpse man on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "My subordinates don't dare to let the king get into danger!" ”

Yang Hao smiled: "It's okay!" If such a person can also hurt me, then what I, the king, have done is not too useless. ”

The guard was startled when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "The subordinates don't dare!" ”

Yang Hao waved his hand, "Okay, you guys go down!" ”

The guards looked at each other, clenched their fists and said, "Yes!" ”

After the guards retreated, Yang Hao walked up to the man.

The man lying on the ground, looking at a pair of boots stopped in front of him, raised his head with difficulty and looked at the man who looked at him condescendingly, he didn't know this person, and he didn't know why such a noble person would embarrass a little person like himself.

Yang Hao squatted down, grabbed the hair of the dry corpse man, and lifted his head up.

The dry corpse man's withered face made it impossible to see his original appearance for a long time, and a pair of empty eyes looked at Yang Hao with fear.

"Do you know me?"

The dry corpse man shook his head again and again, and accidentally pulled his hair, causing his expression to distort a little in pain.

Yang Hao let go of his hand and showed a sneer.

"Two years ago, do you remember a young slave who was exchanged for a bag of rice by you for Youxin!"

The dry corpse man's eyes were a little dazed, as if he was recalling something, and after a long time, his pupils suddenly widened, and he looked at Yang Hao in horror.

"You..."

Yang Hao smiled, "It seems that your memory is not bad, that's right, I'm that slave!" ”

The dry corpse man swallowed his saliva, and finally understood why such a noble person was in danger of himself.

Knowing that his life was not guaranteed, his instinct to survive made him use his few strengths in fear, kneeling in front of Yang Hao and begging the person in front of him to spare his life.

Yang Hao moved a chair and sat in front of the corpse man.

"If you want to live, you can! Whatever I ask you, you have to answer! How is it? ”

The dry corpse man was overjoyed when he heard this, and he hurriedly agreed.

"Who am I?"

The corpse man was stunned when he heard this, as if he didn't understand what Yang Hao meant.

Yang Hao frowned, and his face suddenly turned cold, "Don't say it?" ”

The dry corpse man shuddered, swallowed his saliva, and said tremblingly: "I don't know! I really don't know! ”

"Then I ask you, where do I come from!"

Listening to Yang Hao's strange questions one after another, the dry corpse man was already scared into a cold sweat.

"You are a slave captured by our people, it is said that you are a person who is in danger, and the leader of our tribe used some slaves as human and animal priests, and the rest were exchanged as goods."

Yang Hao nodded, what this person said was not much different from what Ren Yu told him after drinking, and he thought that Ren Yu had also interrogated this person.

"How I was caught by you, where are all my people now, but there are still survivors."

The dry corpse man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and quickly recalled the information Yang Hao asked in his mind, he didn't know why one person wanted to ask another about himself.

But now he was in no mood to figure it out, and put all his thoughts on memories.

"Honorable Chief, a few years ago, our warriors discovered a tribe that had migrated south, and the priests decided to hunt it down after burning turtle shells to ask the gods.

The leader said that hunting these people would bring good luck to the tribe, but the tribe did not expect us to appear, and we quickly conquered them, and we killed the children, captured them, and brought them back to Shang!

”

"And then?"

The dry corpse man swallowed his saliva, and then said, "After... Later, the leader knew the identity of these people and was very happy, Di Yu was still there at that time, if we handed over this group of people, maybe we could get Di Yu's reward.

However, after the priest's divination, he said that it would not be good for the tribe to hand you over, and that only by sacrificing to the gods could the merchants bring prosperity!

You guys... Many of you were pushed onto the altar, and the priests piled your heads together and began to offer sacrifices to the gods.

Later, it seemed that the priest said that the gods had satisfied the flesh and blood of the sacrifice, and the chief asked me and the others to exchange the rest of the people for food, and I was just an ant-like person, begging the most noble leader to forgive my life!

”

The corpse man kowtowed repeatedly.