There are poor clans in the north.

The cold winter slowed down the pace of the expedition to the ambitious concubines, and the powerful power of the cavalry gave him hope of conquering the world.

The Youqi clan has been destroyed, and the entire north has fallen under the control of the Youqi clan, and everywhere his yurt goes, all the tribes have surrendered to his feet.

On the snowy plains of the north in winter, there is a grand ceremony of worshipping the heavens, a dozen shamans dance mysteriously around the fire, and the primitive religious shaman wantonly shows its most primitive wildness in this era.

The poor people cheered indulgently, and when their leader, Yu Xing, wore a strange mask and joined the ritual of the Taoist sacrifice in full costume, the atmosphere of the sacrifice was pushed to a climax.

The heavens blessed the poor clan, and the concubine prayed to the heavens, hoping that his tribe could spread all over the land under the firmament, and prayed that the heavens could make him a pious servant of the heavens and the supreme ruler of this mortal world.

As a person who brought cavalry skills to the poor, Shuo Xiang's time can be described as extremely comfortable.

As the concubine continued to defeat one opponent after another, his status here was also increasing little by little, and he was even a little grateful to Yang Hao now, if it wasn't for Yang Hao who taught him how to march and fight, how to train soldiers, how would he have today's achievements.

In the poor clan, he has his own territory, in charge of a large number of slaves, and the thrill of life and death makes him addicted to it.

But recalling the time in the Qi State, he still felt a little pity in his heart, if Yang Hao did not abolition the slavery system and promulgated so many rules and regulations to restrict the rights of those in power, how could he betray the Qi State.

He doesn't feel that he has done something wrong, people die for money, birds die for food, he just wants to live more comfortably, what's wrong with this, to get to this point today, everything in his heart is caused by Yang Hao.

The ritual lasted for half a day, and apart from a few headless corpses left on the altar, there were no visions in the heavens and the earth.

The princes of the poor clan crouched before the great rise of the concubine punishment, and expressed their awe of the leader with the most noble etiquette.

He looked at the princes kneeling in front of him, and a sense of pride rose in his heart, as if this great world was under his control.

However, when the concubine was satisfied, the southern Youyi clan quietly built cities near the border between the two clans, and relocated nobles and slaves.

It's just that although the Youyou still clan did it very carefully, it was still discovered by the poor vassal tribe.

At the time of the sacrifice of heaven and earth, the group hurriedly went north to tell their master the important news.

The dark tide was surging under the calm surface of the winter of the first year of Hongwu, and no one knew that the ancient land of China would once again stage a tragic battle.

In Chang'an City, the first Hongwu textile machine has been officially produced, and the results of the first test reflect the power of science and technology.

With the original textile technology, the textile machine that uses the simple mechanical principle does not know how many times the efficiency has been improved, which greatly liberates manpower.

The officials of the Ministry of Industry have been surprised by Yang Hao's invention and creativity, they want to break their heads and waste all their strength to get a dispensable tool, and Yang Hao's things from time to time are enough to kill them in seconds.

The craftsmen could only regard this gap as Yang Hao's talent, and he was not a level of existence with ordinary people like himself.

Only by thinking in this way will their self-confidence not be hit hard.

Although the invention creativity of the craftsmen is not as good as Yang Hao, in terms of hands-on ability, they have been immersed in this way for a long time, and their carpentry level is not comparable to Yang Hao at all.

In the past two years, the craftsmen have not been satisfied with some formal things, they have their own aesthetics, from the carvings on the tables and chairs made for the palace, to the carved wooden hairpins that have gradually become popular in Chang'an City, all of which show that the art of the people of Qi has its own development trajectory.

Yang Hao doesn't understand art and doesn't want to interfere in this area, he only cares about things that are useful for politics, such as people's livelihood and technology.

After the successful test of Hongwu's one-style textile machine, Yang Hao ordered the Ministry of Industry to immediately produce in large quantities, and he wanted to establish a textile workshop in Chang'an City.

With the power of the collective, we should break the self-sufficient model of the small-scale peasant economy, and use the method of assembly line to rapidly accumulate the means of production.

However, Yang Hao doesn't want to become those black-hearted capitalists, although he has the intention of setting up a handicraft workshop, it doesn't mean that he wants to exhaust those female workers to death in the workshop.

He is not to make money, he produces these things to meet the needs of the people of Qi, as long as the quantity can meet the current needs, the life of female workers will not be so miserable.

When the Ministry of Industry began to produce Hongwu Yiyi Textile Machine, Yang Hao also began to select a site to prepare for the construction of the textile workshop.

In the end, Yang Hao set the workshop outside the current city, and if the new city wall is completed, this will be the edge of Chang'an.

The choice of the textile workers, Yang Hao decided to choose from the women who were arrested, after all, as Lao Qi people, they all have their own land, if there are not enough benefits, as a normal person, no one wants to give up their fields and go to work in the workshop stupidly.

The women workers who were captured were different, they had no land, and as long as he took care of their two full meals a day and paid them a little, the work of the textile workshop was definitely an enviable job for them.

Although Yang Hao kept saying that he didn't want to become a greedy capitalist, he thought that these despicable, dirty, and ugly methods he had come up with were not fundamentally different from those black-hearted businessmen.

He deeply realized what it means for people to become the most hated appearance when they are alive.

In order for Qi Guo to continue to move forward at full speed, Yang Hao had no choice but to continue to carry out his despicable little tricks in self-abuse.

The selection of weavers was easy, and when they heard that there were two full meals a day, the ragged women flocked to the official like a mother animal in heat.

But how many people could be used in a small workshop, after some selection, at last three hundred women were successfully freed from the heavy labor, and were taken into the barely airtight thatched huts by the officials in gorgeous clothes and soft animal skin hats.

Although the environment of this dimly lit thatched house is not much better than that of a pigsty, for these women, it has come from hell to the world.