How to deal with Yelu Muzhong, Ah Guda has a headache, and it is absolutely impossible to put it. However, Yelu Muzhong, the god of war of the Great Liao, enjoyed high prestige among the tribes of the northern part of the country, and fought for the Liao State for 50 years, and his art of war, combat examples, and courage were praised by the Jurchens.

Even though he knew it was impossible, Aguda still wanted to try to take it. "Jerumu is heavy, will it fall or not?"

"Ah Guta, you also have gray hair, you were only in your teens when you first met the old man, time is so fast......"

"Surrender? If the old man surrenders, can you sleep at night? Don't come to the vain, give the old man a happy death......"

"I, the Khitan, have bullied the Er people for a hundred years, but I also taught you and others the method of cultivating battle formations... Forget it, ahem, it's boring. You are also the one who wants to be the founder of the country, and when you come, tell you a secret that has been passed down from generation to generation by the tribes of the northern part of the country, but you yourself will soon know. Ah Guta was very tired of Yelu Muzhong's nagging, but raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"In this grassland, in the old forest, in the desert, there have been many powerful tribes. Xiongnu, Turkic, Xianbei, Khitan, and now Jurchen. "The northern tribes that were once powerful in the millennium were named one by one by Yelu Muzhong, and Zong Bi and others were also attracted to attention.

"But in a few years, it will disappear cleanly, and only the Han people, who are regarded as cowardly by the grassland boys, will continue to survive, doesn't Ah Guda think it's strange?" The Jurchen high-level people who surrounded him were unconscious, and only a few people were thoughtful.

Wanyan Xiyin was a little far away, so he had to stand on tiptoe and tilt his head sideways to hear better. I only heard Mu Zhong continue: "So, these powerful tribes began to learn from the Han people, but I don't know what they lacked, and they never succeeded. Either learn to lose their ancestors, or lose their blood, and be wiped out by other tribes that have become stronger. ”

Seeing that most of the high-level officials began to think carefully, Yelu Muzhong quickened his tone: "Like me in Da Liao, the court, the people, and even the military, everything is taught by the Great Zhou, but now it is defeated by the Jurchens who are only tens of thousands of people. You need to know that my Liao country was unstoppable a hundred years ago! ”

"Ah, I've put down everything else now, but there's not one thing. I just want to know what the Han ancestors in the south have given them to pass on from generation to generation. Aguta, you call yourself the man of destiny, you know? Yelumu sat cross-legged on the ground, not aware of being a prisoner at all, and he didn't care about the corpses of the old Khitan soldiers around him.

"Call Han Min, quick!" Ah Guda was a little flustered. As a politician by nature, Aguta was keenly aware of the importance of what Yelu Muzhong said, even more so than the battle itself.

Wanyan Zongbi and Wanyan Xiyin, who was not taken seriously for the time being, had their eyes flickering, and they firmly remembered this question.

The young people of the Liao State who watched the battle had already dispersed, and they remembered the two most valuable experiences of the battle to the death and the inferiority of the Jurchen cavalry and archery to the Khitan, and they threw themselves into the next big war with bitter hatred.

Immediately at night, the Jurchen high-level feared an ambush, no longer pursued and killed these remnants of the defeated generals, and camped near the battlefield and in the upper reaches of the river. Dig snow for ice, boil water for cooking, and set up tents.

The materials left behind by the Liao State are piled up, and for at least two years, the Jurchens no longer need to worry about the materials.

Han Min got on his horse in confusion, and the reins were grabbed by a Jurchen warrior, and the horse galloped. I don't know why the Great Khan is in such a hurry to find himself, does he want to ascend the throne in advance? But this environment... Unlucky, right?

Passing through a battlefield strewn with corpses, Han saw several Jurchen armor soldiers brutally torturing a Khitan veteran. Listening to their conversation, it seems that this old soldier is a sharpshooter, and he has killed many of them or something.

"Haha, Lao Tzu killed more than a dozen real Jurchens, it's enough, hehehe..." Although he had seen the cruelty of the Jurchens many times, Han Minguo was still upset when he saw this old soldier having his limbs cut off and then bleeding to death.

Rushed to the scene, and after listening to Yelu Muzhong's question, Han Minguo was dumbfounded. Putting yourself in Da Zhou is just the level of lifting people, so it is a little witty. How can I answer this question myself, how dare I answer it, I'm not the champion, brother?

How can we be vague about the past, do we want to educate these barbarians and talk about the words of the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors and Confucius and Mencius? Looking at the gloomy gazes of some high-ranking Jurchen leaders, Han Minguo knew that he had to give an answer, at least to satisfy these butchers.

Han Minguo inadvertently saw Yelu Muzhong smiling at him, and repeatedly made a small action: touching his head, as if looking for something. The cunning old man was shocked in his heart and got a hint.

Han Minguo suddenly knelt down and jumped everyone. "Qi Yu Great Khan, the slave is only shallow in learning, but he also knows the way of the Han people who are the most important saints. The way of the saint is the most important thing in etiquette, and if the country wants to be long, it must abide by the etiquette law. ”

"Now that the Liao State has been defeated by my Jurchen, the Jurchen is unstoppable. If you want to wear a crown, you will bear its weight. How can He De, the lord of the Great Liao Kingdom, claim to be the emperor, it is simply unbearable! Listening to the tone of the Republic of Korea, it seems that he will find Emperor Tianzuo desperately at any time.

"A saint has a word, but if the name is not right, it is not good. The minister is not talented, please call the Great Khan the emperor, and the god of Changbai Mountain! After Han Minguo finished speaking, he bowed three times and knocked nine times, and his head thumped.

The Jurchen generals and tribal leaders present had never read a book, and they were also troubled by the people of the Republic of Korea, but the last sentence was very easy to understand!

There was silence for only two seconds, and when he was muttering, "What do you mean, I don't understand...", everyone was already kneeling. Following the example of the Republic of Korea, these high-ranking people kowtowed on the blood-stained ground.

There was a large group of people kneeling in the dark, with a patch of blood on their foreheads, which was called sincerity. The Jurchens and their subordinate tribes knelt down to ask Aguta to ascend the throne, and they were full of sincerity, so much so that Jin Shi left a record of "everyone grabbed the ground with their heads, and the blood flowed like an infusion".

The ultimate question of Yelu Muzhong was thrown aside, and the persuasion meeting of Aguta began, and the Republic of Korea showed special efforts. "The right phase persuaded him several times, so much so that he fainted."

According to the agreed process or routine, Ah Guda sternly refused three times, and then was taken to a high ground by several personal guards. Ah Guda struggled frantically, saying that he could do anything, but to no avail.

Several guards received Han Minguo's signal and pressed their khan into a large golden chair, of course, no one dared to ask how a luxury chair suddenly appeared. Then Ah Qi bought Ah Guda to put on the crown, cough cough, of course, no one dared to ask about the origin of the crown.

In fact, according to the plan of the Republic of Korea, it was supposed to be crowned in the Central Capital after the end of the war, and the name was changed. However, Yelu Muzhong's problem brought confusion to the Jurchen high-level, but fortunately, Han Minguo led the problem away, which made a great contribution.

For Aguta, Yelu Muzhong's question has become a reason for the need to ascend the throne in the mouth of the Republic of Korea. "If the name is not right, the word is not good", well said! Becoming the emperor on the battlefield of total victory is even more perfect than the original idea of Aguta!

Han Minguo left an impression of "wit and loyalty" in Ah Guta's heart, but the blind Wan Yandi has also been suppressed since then.

Yelu Muzhong originally wanted the Jurchen high-level to divert their attention, and it would be better to set aside the western capital of the Liao State and attack the Great Zhou in advance, so that the Liao State would have more time to breathe. didn't think about it, but saw the Republic of Korea, which was called the "old slippery head" of the Liao State, Yelu Muzhong had an idea and changed his plan.

According to Yelu Muzhong's prompt, the Republic of Korea won the great merit of persuasion. The Republic of Korea is in a high position, so it can naturally shelter the Khitan people who have died in the country. Smart people only need one action, one look, to complete the transaction.

Jerumu feasted on his face, sorted out his appearance, and was poisoned. The Khitan god of war looked at Han Republic of Korea before he died, and his eyes were meaningful. If the Jurchen dies suddenly, he will die in this person!

The Jurchen tribal army and the Liao captives were building camps and digging trenches. The Jurchen generals gathered together in twos and threes, whispering.

"Why do you want to sweat three times, and why do you want us to kowtow and bleed? The Great Khan bears the mandate of heaven, and if he wants to go up, he will go up! ”

"Crazy! If you want to call Your Majesty, those are all made up by Han officials, and they say that there is something special about it......"

"I really feel a bit particular about it, I don't understand. But the silk of the Han people is really good, and their women, that taste ......"

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Chalk, paper, Li Xiang all attach great importance to it.

The improvement of the chalk was carried out by a mason from the artisan battalion, the daimyo Zhen Laoshi. Zhen is honest, and he knows that he is very honest when he hears the name.

March is full, and some wooden Zhen honestly took samples over.

There were a few yellowed thumb-thick "chalks" in the wooden box, and Li Xiang picked one up and wrote on the blackboard the five big characters "I love Mingyue Village".

It can be used, but what is the matter with the yellow and the powder that fell off from the brush, he waited for Zhen to explain honestly.

Zhen Laoshi broke out in a cold sweat, "Little, little master, it's like this." According to the method provided by the little master, I wrote down the recipe and method each time in pinyin, and only changed one item each time, and tried it on the ground. If you are not satisfied, the little old man will go back and change it again, and change it again. ”

Seeing that the uncle who could be his father was nervous, Li Xiang was uncomfortable and a little sad at the same time. These days, the anger is a bit big, and it is easy to hurt people, Li Xiang self-reflected.

"Uncle Zhen, I don't blame you. It's only been three months, and it's not easy to get to this point, it's already very rare. After calming down his mood, Li Xiang comforted the honest man first.

"It's just that I heard that you were afraid of waste when you experimented, so you didn't dare to use more materials." There's really no need for this, and the defective products can also be used, not wasted, and you can let go of the test in the future. ”

Finally, there is the reward and advice, "According to the general situation, you account for half of the small chalk workshop, and find a high-level joint venture another day." You may want to consider merging with Carpenter's Blackboard Workshop, after all, chalkboard chalk is one. ”

Although he didn't get as much as other craftsmen, Zhen honestly knew that he didn't do well, and he was very grateful.

Seeing off this honest man who was so grateful, Li Xiang sighed. It's still not enough to nourish your own qi, and I almost get angry with such a conscientious craftsman.

I have no previous experience, and I only rely on variable analysis, my own experience and charts, and I study little by little. After all, it is a new product, and it is rare for Zhen Laoshi to be able to make usable chalk in three months.

Under the same conditions, Li Xiang felt that he could not do better than Zhen Laoshi. I heard that a few days ago, in order to pass the "acceptance", this honest man even talked in his dreams with long chalk and short chalk.

Even the R&D team brought out by himself must be involved in more specific work in order to eliminate the estrangement, Li Xiang wrote in his diary.