And for this Ming Empire, Ding Yi is completely blank, although he is a history lover, he knows some habits such as honorific names and self-proclaimed names, but in this era, it is far from enough to rely on these, for example, what is the law of this year? How many years is rape sentenced? How many years are you sentenced to robbery? What is the crime of manslaughter?

As for Shilin, who hasn't come into contact with him yet, I really can't think about it, even his widowed sister-in-law feels a hundred times stronger than Ding Yi's poetry classics!

Ding Yi looked at the mosquito net on the top of the bed and couldn't help but sigh, in fact, these are really not the most important.

And most importantly, what are the political factions of this era? How is he going to survive in it? He didn't know, in addition to knowing the concepts of eunuch factory guards, honorable military ministers, and Qingliu Wenchen, a hundred households were smaller than a thousand households, and Ding Yi knew that a hundred households were a few products? Ding Yi asked himself, desperately searching for memories in his mind, but he really didn't know anything.

"Thief! Wake up and think again! Ding Yi quickly learned the foul language of this era.

With the strong self-suggestion of the special forces, Ding Yi quickly fell asleep, but after he woke up, it was still a cruel status quo that he needed to face.

In the official room where Jin Yiwei commanded Tongzhi, the crisp sound of a tea cup bursting had sounded for the seventh time. The wrestlers and school captains outside all shuddered, it seems that Jinyiwei and the king of Wang Shan are not very comfortable today, usually this kind of silence without sound only the tea cup bursting, which means that Wang Shan's mood is extremely bad, and the Jinyi Wei on duty are all worried about the colleagues who report official business inside, although many people just have a general friendship with the person who reports official business or have a grudge, but the so-called rabbit dead fox is sad, today is him, how do you know that tomorrow is not yourself?

And the bloody wound on the forehead of the hundred households kneeling in front of Wang Shan was drawn by the fragment of the tea cup thrown on his head after it was broken, and the blood was dripping down endlessly, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it, just quietly waited for the reprimand from the upper peak.

Lord Tongzhi finally stopped, Baihu's heart hung in his throat, he sighed silently in his heart, he thought this was an easy job, God knows that Weishenme Chen Yi's experience will be connected for more than 20 days without sending information? Moreover, the servants in Ding's house all said that Steward Chen and Master Ding left after going to the study to discuss, and did not say goodbye to anyone - that is, no one saw him leave!

The so-called dead do not see the corpse and the living do not see the person, but that's it, so this hundred households are ready to be made into a captain, and Lord Wang Shan has never been a soft-hearted peak. To the surprise of these hundred households, Wang Shan, who stopped, did not blame him or get angry: "This is a quasi-official who does not dare to make a big deal about it." Summoning all the hands back, leaving one or two capable ones, try not to attract Ding Yi's attention, let them incite those subordinates to make trouble, in short, don't set any strong standards, the important thing is to make the surname Ding unhappy! I'm not happy every day! Got it? ”

"Little Leader!"

Ding Yi, who had just walked around his backyard, felt that there were more than a dozen high-rise residential areas in his previous life, and he was not as big as the half of the back garden he had just walked. As soon as he put down the books in his hand, Xue Ning, who was wearing a stand-up collar skirt and a dark red cloak, greeted him with lotus seed soup, and took a clean white towel with his slender hand and gently wiped the sweat from Ding Yi's forehead.

It's just that Ding Yi is worried about how to control his own destiny, life and beauty at this time, and Ding Yi still pays attention to the latter honestly. When he saw Ruyu quietly coming in with a package from the back door, Ding Yi said to Xue Ning: "Make some mung bean soup, it's a pity that there is no ice, or some ice, the iced mung bean soup will feel good......"

"Sir, there's ice in the cellar. After a while, slave add some. Xue Ning said softly, and left very consciously, which made Ding Yi appreciate her a little more, this person is beautiful and has a good figure, and it is even more rare to know the severity and know how to avoid suspicion.

When he saw the package that Ruyu had put down, Ding Yi couldn't help but have anticipation in his eyes, but after opening the package, he hadn't picked it up, and that expectation disappeared without a trace. Because Ding knew at a glance that this pickaxe could not meet his requirements at all, both in terms of hardness and durability.

Holding a little hope for Zuihou, Ding Yi walked to the edge of the rockery with the two pickaxes, swung them vigorously and smashed them into the rockery, and then held the handle to make a pull-up xiangshang, and as expected, one of them collapsed, and the other began to deform with traction.

"This is what you said about the number of swordsmiths in the rivers and lakes? He also forged only five swords a year...... Oh, my God! Ding Yi threw away the two pickaxes with his head in his hands, the industrial foundation of this era was really poor, there were many problems with the material itself, and the forging process and heat treatment were also extremely backward.

It seems that my expectations are too high, not to mention a mountaineering pickaxe at this time, and I am afraid that it is a luxury to get a Screwdriver of T7 tool steel level. Ding Yi kept walking around, because he had caused a big disaster, he pressed the price of the tile spur's horse to one-tenth, and he lit the fuse of the tile spur's invasion!

Although Wang Zhen clearly told Ding Yi that this was not his problem, and Ding Yi himself could figure out that the strength of the country was fundamental, and the price of horses was just an excuse for war, how many of the scholars and officials of the Ming Dynasty could see it clearly? Almost nothing, then after Wang Zhen died in Tumu Fort, he would be finished! It's better to die faster than Wang Shan and Wang Lin, because he is the one who went to suppress the price of horses.

As for persuading Wang Zhen not to incite the Son of Heaven to conquer Yunyun himself...... Come on, don't say it's just a call for Uncle Shi, even if it's an uncle, Ding Yi also knows this kind of military affairs, Wang Zhen must have his own purpose, and it is impossible to be easily persuaded or impossible to persuade Wang Zhen.

If you want not to die, it is actually very simple, that is, to protect the present day in the battle of Tumubao, this is the only way to survive.

So Ding Yi seized the time to give Hu Shan, the general banner of Jinyiwei, and a few small flags that he followed, formulate training jihua, and drew some patterns of equipment that he thought could be realized by the craftsmanship of this era, and asked Ruyu to find a clever craftsman to create some tools.

It is not impossible for a powerful squad, equipped with suitable gadgets, to surpass the tactical level of this era, and to use the plan of action to protect the hostages in the midst of the chaos - no sniper rifle can be replaced by a bow and crossbow, and no shotgun can carry two boxes of primitive firearms such as a swarm of bees. These can be compromised, but if some gadgets can't be realized, then they are simply on paper.

For example, these two mountaineering pickaxes can't bear the weight of one person, and you want to catch a loophole in an enemy and steal out of the city with the Son of Heaven on your back? Not surprisingly, the guy who carried the Son of Heaven on his back must have been smashed into a meatloaf with the emperor, right? Or make a route for breaking out and retreating, there is no convenient compass, relying on Sinan in this era or watching the clouds to see the tree rings or something, camping? It was an operation in the midst of the outflanking army of the Tile Thorns, and perhaps a mistake and delay with a flick of the fingers was enough to destroy the entire Jihua.

"Young master, Uncle Zhong has settled Ding Zhi and them, it should be there tomorrow, his old man should know a more clever swordsmith, maybe ......" Ruyu comforted Ding Yi on the side, but the latter shook his head with a wry smile, this is not a problem of skill, this is a problem of raw materials, and a problem of the industrial base of the entire era.

Who knows that this is the third time, and it still can't meet Ding Yi's minimum standards.

So Ruyu also joined the ranks of walking around and pacing, and after a long time, she suddenly stopped, looking like she was asking for merit and reward: "Young master! Master! Nunu thought of it! Wang Gong factory! As long as we can let the craftsmen of Wang Gong Factory build it, we will definitely be able to use it......" She was afraid that Ding Yi would not believe it, but she said, "The most haode craftsman in the world is in Wang Gong Factory, like the young master, your Bailian Qiushui Yanling knife is produced by Wang Gong's factory, it is difficult for craftsmen in the rivers and lakes to create such a knife, not only skills, but also iron alone can not get the most, unless it is the same as Uncle Zhong's blade, find meteorite to build ......"

This made Ding Yi's eyes light up again, that's right, raw materials!

If according to Ruyu so, this Wang Gong factory does not lose a hope, if there is far more than other people's quality of iron ore, from the raw materials to solve the problem, maybe can meet Ding Yi's needs, especially Ruyu said that knife, Ding Yi is also looking at the knife, only to feel that maybe the technology of this era can meet his needs.

"It's hard for the craftsmen of Wang Gong's factory to ask them to do it? Need a lot of silver? Ding Yi asked anxiously.

But Ruyu shook her head.

It's not a matter of money or a problem of craftsmen, but the status of Wang Gong's craftsmen is not high, and the problem is that because Wang Gongchang is the arsenal of the Ming Dynasty and belongs to the Ministry of Industry.

And how did Ding Yi convince the people in the Ministry of Industry to agree to let the craftsman make objects for him? Go to Wang Zhen? Are you looking for death?

Don't fantasize about what has deceived Wang Zhen, a guy who can dominate the world will be easy to deceive? Could it be that this Ming Dynasty from the Son of Heaven to the civil and military officials are all mentally retarded? If you want to deceive Wang Zhen, there is no essential difference between finding some arsenic to eat and see if you will die. As long as Wang Zhen guesses a little corner, then it is equivalent to telling him before the battle is fought, "The hundreds of thousands of troops are all over, you are dead, and the nobles of the army are also dead, I am ready to run back with the emperor then!" "For people in this era, this is a curse, and Wang Zhen is unlikely to tolerate it no matter how much he misses the old feelings.

"It's okay, Ruyu has helped the young master a lot, the young master will find a way to deal with Wang Gongchang's affairs, you don't have to worry." All Ding Yi can do is comfort Ruyu. It's better for one person to be unhappy than two people to be unhappy together, not to mention looking at that delicate little face and frowning, it is really heartbreaking, "Can you get sulfur and saltpeter on the rivers and lakes?" Well, you see, if it's convenient, I'll help the young master get some back. ”

Ding Yi said casually, but Ruyu nodded seriously, people, it's good to be needed, which can make her feel that she is not just a little girl who is attached to Ding Yi.

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PS: Is it okay for everyone to collect and count tickets? I've worked hard!