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Countless ordinary people gathered at the Luohe ferry and looked at an inland river boat in front of them with shocked eyes.

On this canopy lifted boat, a black beast lying horizontally was shining with a metallic luster in the sun, a huge cylindrical body covered with rivets was full of all kinds of complex parts, a short and thick chimney stood straight on the head, and there were steel wheels underneath, and a small house-like thing was connected to it, and the whole thing looked like a silent beast with a terrifying aura.

Well, it's actually a locomotive.

Although the offensive on the front line had just begun, Yang Feng could not wait to start building his railway, which was the starting point of the railway from Luoyang to Xi'an, and tens of thousands of migrant workers hired from nearby were building a large wharf and station with a steady stream of reinforced concrete from Jiangnan and Beijing and Tianjin, and even the first section of railroad tracks had been laid.

And the next thing is to unload the locomotive from the ship.

But it's not easy.

This is not the special wharf of Qishuyan Locomotive Factory, there are steam-powered large booms that can lift locomotives weighing nearly 100,000 catties, but here there are only small booms for ordinary freight.

"Your Highness, if you can't disassemble it directly, it's a big deal to take some time to reassemble it."

The accompanying Qishuyan factory master said.

"No, it's just a trifle!"

Yang Feng said lightly.

Indeed, this is a small matter for him.

Immediately after the order of Prince Yang, the huge zonglan was tied to the train, in the eyes of all the people worshipping the gods, Prince Yang, who had not pretended to be forced for a long time, dragged the zongqing cable very casually, and the special large inland river transport ship was easily dragged to the shore by him, and then suddenly roared, and his arms were slammed hard, and the transport ship that had already bottomed out was dragged directly at the bottom of the river under his terrifying power, and soon the waterline gradually revealed the water.

There was silence all around.

The people of Luoyang, who had never seen Yang Wangye's might, were all scared silly, the boat and the locomotive added up to at least hundreds of thousands of catties, even if it floated on the water, one person could not drag it, not to mention that this was sitting at the bottom.

However, it did get dragged along.

And as Yang Wangye's hands continued to alternate, the underwater part of the boat was exposed more and more, and soon the bow of the boat was completely out of the water, plowing the soil like a huge plough on the river beach and continuing to move forward, until the whole ship was completely dragged onto the river beach, but Yang Wangye still did not stop, he was like a god, dragging the mountain-like transport ship towards the station by himself.

This is how the myth of the land boat is unfolded in front of everyone.

The bottom of the boat kept plowing the earth with a loud grinding sound, like pushing waves in the water, but as the ground became more and more solid, the force of friction finally exceeded the capacity of the bottom of the boat.

The sturdy wood turned into shards.

Immediately after the keel was destroyed, the transport ship was completely crushed by the weight of the locomotive and turned into a pile of broken wood and steel.

But the locomotive did not stop, under the drag of Yang Feng, like a beast that rushed out of the cage, all of a sudden crushed the pile of broken wood was dragged out, at this time the workers on both sides were ready, hurriedly carried the assembled set of rails and sleepers, aimed at the wheels on both sides and placed, and then Yang Feng used a force on the locomotive on the tracks, although the ground is not compacted, the locomotive went up and pressed down with the sleeper rails at once, but after laying three groups in a row, this locomotive has almost been tamed, In this way, it was gradually dragged to the railroad tracks that were the starting point of the railway.

"The prince is really a god!"

Just as Yang Feng stopped and took the towel handed by the attendant to wipe his hands, an old monk came to him with a smile on his face and said.

"Who are you?"

Yang Feng asked knowingly.

"The poor monk Shaolin Temple supervises the temple and fasts."

The monk said with a monk-like face.

"Monk? Can a monk not kneel when he sees this king? ”

Yang Feng's eyes widened and he shouted.

"Huh?!"

The old monk was also very acquainted, and quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to salute again.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Yang Feng said.

"Qi Qi Wangye, the poor monk is here for the matter of the temple, ask the prince to be merciful, exempt the temple from returning to the public, and reward the monks of the temple with food and clothing!"

Jing Zhai lay there and said very humbly.

"You monks are empty, what do you want so much land for? What qualifications do you have for the inevitable rules in the world? It is your duty to eat fasting and recite the Buddha, is it also your duty for the local lord to do business? Are you still a monk? What is a monk? Since you have become a monk, you are naturally homeless, and since you are homeless, you have no household registration, and if you don't have a household registration, what qualifications do you have to own land?

According to the king's decree, all temples in the world, except within the temple walls, all property and other property should be confiscated.

As for the livelihood in the temple, according to the standards of ordinary people, each person can rent a maximum of fifteen acres of public land, and there is no need for anything else to eat fasting and chanting Buddha, fifteen acres of public land is enough to feed a person's food and clothing, and the temple shall not have any other property in the future, the temple shall not have any other property, the temple shall not be protected by law, the temple shall not own land property, and the temple shall not operate industry and commerce! ”

Yang Feng said with a sneer.

This Shaolin Temple is not a good bird, this is one of the top landlords in Henan, in this area is completely the representative of the local tyrants and inferior gentry, the local tyrants and inferior gentry do the same things they do not lack and even rely on force to do more ruthlessly, do business, usury, including bullying men and women are not less, if it is troubled times, there is also a cameo warlord. Basically, in addition to the title of a monk, there is no place for any compassion in the work, if the Southern Shaolin anti-Yuan anti-Qing anti-Japanese is still a righteous man, then this Northern Shaolin is with the Confucian family all the way, in fact, in the original history, this year Kang Mazi will come in person, and inscribe the name of the temple to them.

For this kind of goods, how could Yang Feng break his own rules for them.

What's more, the bald heads were already in his scope of attack, and they had to recite the Buddha honestly, since the four major ones were empty, what kind of property did they need, and all the temple properties and shops in various places were returned to the public, and only one person rented fifteen acres of public land for them, which could ensure the most basic food and clothing, as for the maintenance of the temple, there were pilgrims who donated and went out to make a fate, of course, these bald people want to eat and drink spicy food and even raise a house outside as in the past, these are completely impossible.

And once there is no such a good day, unless they are true believers, who would like to recite the Sutra for a lifetime with the ancient Buddha of the green lantern?

After a long time, the profession of monk naturally has not been liked by many people.

This is a boiled frog in warm water.

After all, Buddhism has been circulating in China for too long, and there are too many people who believe in Buddhism, so it is definitely not possible to directly learn from the emperors who destroyed Buddha in ancient times, but you can slowly starve them to death under the banner of not being disturbed by mundane things and serving the Buddha wholeheartedly!

"Lord Wang, please be gracious!"

Jing Zhai was stupid, he didn't expect that what he begged was not only not a good thing, but it could even be said that it was a flying disaster, he lay at Yang Feng's feet and cried, and then Yang Feng kicked his feet to the side, and then was dragged aside by two guards, and a few monks who came with him also wanted to show Shaolin kung fu, but dozens of bayonets and pestles were brushed in front of him, and then they died down one by one.

As for the onlookers, they are immersed in the miracles of Yang Wangye at this time, who cares about the illusory gods if there are realistic gods!

Just then, suddenly, a series of dull thunderbolts were heard in the sky.

"It's thundering!"

Lying on the ground, Jing Zhai shouted like a madman.

He had a nervous breakdown at this time, after all, Yang Feng's move was caused by him, when he thought of the hatred of the monks of the temple and even all the monks in the world, and the Shaolin thousand-year-old ancestral industry was once empty, he hated Yang Feng at this time, he could say that he gritted his teeth, and when he heard this voice, he immediately got the opportunity to vent, in his opinion, this is the god of collecting demons!

Next to him was a common man who looked at him with pity.

"Your Highness, it's the main fortress of the Magnetic Stream Tartars!"

Feng Zhen said with a telescope.

The battlefield was only a dozen miles away, and in the distance, a mushroom-shaped black cloud was rising from each of the two peaks in the mountains, and below the black cloud was a striking flame.

It was indeed the main fort of Cijian Stream.

The soldiers of the Ming army who were besieging this large fortress injected several tons of gasoline into the two fortresses from all over the firing ports, and in the raging flames, they used close shooting methods to shoot dozens of white phosphorus rockets into them, completely turning the two main forts into a sea of fire, and the powder kegs that were detonated continued to explode, and when the powder magazine was also detonated, the fortress was completely reduced to fragments in the terrifying explosion.

"Where's next?"

Yang Feng looked at the two mushroom clouds that pierced the sky like black dragons and asked.

"The next one is Hanhan Valley Pass! However, the dam in front of the pass must be solved first, otherwise we will not be able to march from the valley of the Jianhe River, and since the reservoir is in front of the pass, we will not be able to attack the city. ”

Feng Zhen said.

There are two Hangu Passes, one is in the east, that is, outside Xin'an County, which was repaired by the Han Dynasty, it is said that it was built by demolishing the original Qin Pass, and the other is Kang Mazi near Lingbao in the west, that is, the original Qin Pass was rebuilt, and the next thing the Ming army needs to face is the Han Pass in the east. But the Qing army built a dam on the Jianhe River to form a reservoir, flooding the valley more than a mile wide, without solving this dam, the Ming army could not move forward, but if the dam was attacked head-on, the Qing army could blow up the dam at any time and flood the Ming army, and if the artillery attacked from both sides, it would have to go over the mountains and mountains, and it would have to go over the mountains and mountains for dozens of miles.

It's not an easy job.

And the dam is still within the range of the Hangu Closed artillery.

"Hangu Pass, prepare the hot air balloon, this king will teach them a lesson personally!"

Yang Feng said with a sneer.

Well, he originally wanted to open the Tiger Prison Pass alone, but unfortunately he couldn't realize this wish, and it was okay to open the Hangu Pass by himself. (To be continued.) )