The steep mountains and complex terrain make it difficult to build roads, and despite the help of nitroglycerin, dozens of people have died due to various accidents since the year before last.

Young children can't understand this: "Father, why do you have to build roads?" ”

Tianhao felt the need to teach his son a good lesson.

"A strong foundation lies in matter. If you have been to Panshi Village, you should know what resources are available around the village. Timber, peat, ore, seafood...... With this, the people in the village can be fed, and then they can produce more things to exchange with other tribes, and get the cloth and cotton that we need, but could not be produced on a large scale at that time. This is the most basic resource production and utilization. ”

"Let's zoom in on Rock City. It's a huge city, with hundreds of thousands of people who need more resources. The output around Panshi Village can no longer be satisfied, what should I do at this time? It is necessary to expand further, to clear wasteland, to cut timber in the mountains, to build large ships to fish in the deep sea, and to increase the number of miners digging peas. ”

The prisoner nodded thoughtfully: "I understand." Only in this way can the daily consumption of more people be satisfied. ”

Tianhao gave his son an encouraging look: "Continue to look far, the scale of the territory is bigger than before." Thunder Horn City, Xinjing, Liandu, Broken Horn City, White Deer City...... A larger population requires twice as many resources. However, the amount of resources available and produced varies from city to city, some more and some less. For example, Rock Castle and Liandu are very close to the sea, so they have a fishing advantage. Broken Horn and Thunderhorn Castle, located inland, are not. As a result, if there is no road connection between the two places, people living inland will not be able to eat fish, and the cloth produced here will not be able to be transported. ”

"Road construction is an extremely important infrastructure, and it concerns everyone within the community. Being remote means being left behind, they can't get more, they can't communicate with the outside world. If the community wants to be strong, it must extend this welfare to everyone. ”

The prisoner bull looked at his father with curious eyes: "Are you sure?" ”

"I'm sure!" Tianhao nodded solemnly: "In history, there was once a great country that, in the most difficult time, built a dense network of roads that connected most of today's northern continents. The name "Sichuan-Tibet Highway" may seem unfamiliar to you, but it did exist. 110,000 people have worked to do so, with an average of seven people dying for it per kilometre. From the beginning of construction to the official opening, more than 2,000 people have been paid. ”

"They traded their blood and their lives for the connection between the two regions. The tools used by road builders at that time are the same as we do now: steel drills, hammers, explosives...... Primitive and simple, it is like this little by little that the road is leveled out and finally gathered into a remarkable splendor. ”

Something that had never been there before rolled in the heart of the prisoner: "They are all people to be admired." ”

"They were the greatest men of their time." Tianhao's thoughts flew with emotion: "They built a solid foundation with their sweat and lives, and future generations were able to step on their bodies to build a country, strong and rich, and the whole world attracted attention." ”

The prisoner cow was a little puzzled: "Father, I have never read these in mud templates and books. ”

"There's some knowledge that can't be found in books, at least for now." Tianhao smiled and raised his finger to his forehead: "You have to learn to think." Remember, we can't give up any remote area because of difficulties, and we can't give up our people for a variety of reasons. The importance of roads is self-evident, and only connectivity can speed up the transmission of information and make it possible to exchange materials between different regions. More shamans and priests were able to travel to distant lands, to educate the ignorant, to enjoy the delicacies from afar, and to wear cotton garments. ”

"Improving their standard of living?" This is a sentence that the prison cow often hears from Tianhao's mouth.

"Correct, add 10 points!" Tianhao smiled and touched his son's head: "Only a rich life can make people happy." We want to surpass the white Southerners and give all the people of all tribes a better life than ever before. Let them be fed and clothed, so that they can get more and heartfelt support. ”

"If I am good to them, they will be good to me." This is the experience of the prisoner cow.

Tianhao walked over with a smile, bent down to pick up his son, and kissed him affectionately on the forehead.

No one wants their offspring to become waste. Whether it is the rich second generation or the official second generation, as long as they are shrewd and capable, have outstanding ability, and can really make achievements, they can offset all the negative evaluations imposed on them by the outside world.

According to the barbarians, the Prison Ox is the great prince of the Thunderhorn Division.

He is very obedient, with genetics flowing in his bones, and sometimes the father and son can even communicate with each other. Tianhao is very satisfied with this, as the child grows up, many things can be handed over to him to deal with, and learn how to manage the clan and handle government affairs in practice.

If he is extremely rebellious, difficult to teach, and unable to listen to the persuasion of others, Tianhao's method of dealing with it is actually very simple.

Kill him and get another one.

On this issue, there is no negotiation.

The prisoner cow embraced his father with open arms, and he liked this intimate way of caring. It's just that there are very few opportunities for father and son to get together, and he cherishes it every time.

The autumn sun shines through the window and shines on them, forming a beautiful picture between the brilliant golden yellow and the halo.

Hurried footsteps came from outside the room, interrupting the rare warmth. A few seconds later, a capable guard appeared at the door, he knelt down on one knee, raised his hands above his head, presented a letter stamped with the special fire paint seal of the Great Brother, and reported loudly: "Your Highness, this is an urgent message from the Black Horn City. ”

Tianhao put down his son, walked over, took the letter from the guard, opened it, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"Order: Gather the guards, and the entire leader of the Thunder Bull Department will immediately enter a state of combat readiness. The main combat units of the regiments immediately returned to their formations, and they were not allowed to act rashly without my orders. ”

He exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and his voice was even more dull than just now: "Send an order to Liao Qiu, immediately gather three thousand heavy infantry, and go to Black Horn City with this king." ”

……

Cattle territory, capital, Black Horn City.

Niu Yanfang carried a delicate clay pot, walked slowly and silently, walked gently into the reception room, and saw the great teacher sitting behind the desk.

Wu Peng's eyes were slightly closed, his right hand was on his forehead, and he sat on the chair with his body tilted, looking very tired.

Niu Yanfang put the clay pot on the table, and the sound of it falling woke Wu Peng. He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Niu Yanfang standing in front of him, he was a little surprised, his thoughts quickly returned to normal, and he squeezed out a reluctant smile: "You're here...... Sit down......"

I had received a pass from the guards before, saying that it was the princess who asked for a meeting, but Wu Peng was too tired in the past few days and slept for a while during the short waiting time.

Niu Yanfang's dress today is relatively plain, and she is like two people with her usual heavy makeup. She sat down on the chair, pushed the clay pot forward, and laughed softly: "Great Master, I have boiled some broth with my own hands and added some ginseng, you can drink it while it's hot!" ”

Wu Peng sighed, looked up at the window not far away, it was now afternoon, he withdrew his gaze, and asked noncommittally: "Is there anything to find me?" ”

The smile on Niu Yanfang's face faded, and a sad look was replaced by a sad look: "The eldest brother and the second brother are dead, and the great teacher is ...... What now? ”

Wu Peng glanced at her and asked suspiciously, "What should I do?" ”

"What should we do with the cattle clan?" Niu Yanfang sighed: "I admit that I did go to the second brother's mansion to invite him to a banquet that day, but I never thought that the eldest brother would poison the dish and kill the second brother." ”

"Poisoned?" Wu Peng keenly grasped the key words in her words: "Didn't you tell me before that Ah Fang died because he ate poisonous mushrooms?" ”

"Yes! The eldest brother used poisonous mushroom stew and deliberately served it to the second brother. A subtle hint of panic flashed in Niu Yanfang's eyes, and she tried to control her emotions to make herself look natural: "It's one thing. ”

Wu Peng did not delve into this issue. There was a trace of sadness on his face: "I was originally very optimistic about Ah Fang's accession to the throne, and the patriarchs of each branch also meant the same thing, but I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen." Let's cow ...... It's really a lot of disasters and hardships......"

Niu Yanfang carefully observed Wu Peng's mood changes, and while she persuaded her, she tentatively said: "Please mourn on the Great Teacher's Day." None of us want that, but since it's happened, we have to come up with a solution. ”

“…… Yes......" Wu Peng's face was melancholy.

"When my father was in power, he often said: A kingdom cannot be without a king for a day." Niu Yanfang's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, and she said slowly: "Great Master, it's not a way to go on like this, we have to elect a new king as soon as possible." ”

Sadness and tiredness attacked Wu Peng at the same time, and he didn't notice the change in Niu Yanfang's tone and words at all. Shaking his head, he said with a wry smile: "How easy is it to talk about...... Now it is no longer than before, Ah Zhan and Ah Fang are gone, and there is no legal heir to the first line of the king. As for the new king...... According to the law of the Niu clan, I am afraid that you can only choose from the patriarchs of each branch. ”

It's a real headache.

Wu Peng was very shrewd, when Niu Weizhan died before, he thought of a series of problems that might arise in the future, and immediately sent people to various branches to order the patriarchs to gather in Black Horn City to discuss matters. The purpose is to elect a new king of the cattle clan.

This is a rule set by the ancestors, and it is also a common inheritance of all branches of the entire cattle clan.

However, the emergence of a new king from among the tribal chiefs is not as simple as imagined.

As for the royal family......

Thinking of this, Wu Peng's cloudy eyes revealed a trace of sadness, deep and desolate.

He was close friends with the previous king, and once swore a blood oath in front of the gods that he would always be loyal, always protect the royal bloodline, and always take care of this group.

Wu Peng is very affectionate, he knows that Niu Weizhan has no possibility of winning, and he will definitely lose to Niu Weifang at the upcoming court meeting. In order to take care of the eldest prince's face, he even considered splitting a new Niu tribe based on the city currently under the eldest prince's jurisdiction. In this way, although Niu Weizhan's status is not as high as Niu Weifang, he is still a patriarch after all.

How could the great master have thought that Niu Weizhan would be so mad that he would disregard family affection, fight for power and profit, and do not hesitate to poison his own brother for the throne...... Of course, there are still many doubts about this matter, but all the evidence currently available shows that Niu Weizhan is the mastermind.

The summons has been sent to the various tribes, and during this time, Blackhorn City has been under full martial law, carefully searching, and hunting down everyone related to it, especially Niu Weizhan's cronies.

Wu Peng still had a faint glimmer of expectation in his heart, how he hoped that this was not caused by internal strife within the clan, but a conspiracy from other clans. If he can find even the slightest clue to prove that even the suspected mastermind behind the scenes is related to the lion clan, the tiger clan, and the eagle clan, he will wash all the dirty stigma on Niu Weizhan and let him be buried as a noble prince, instead of being accused of being a "murderer" like now, and the body is stored in the depths of the dark and cold cellar, waiting to find out the truth.

I know he did it.

But I really don't want to see the bloodline of the first king be infamous and become an eternal sinner in the history of the Niu clan.

The first king is my friend, and his son is my own nephew!

Wu Peng, who was immersed in grief, did not notice the change in Niu Yanfang's expression at all. She was agitated, and her hands under the table kept clenching, then letting go, as if to grasp something hard.

"Great Master, why do you have to choose a new king from among the tribal patriarchs?" Her voice was deep, like the clouds in the sky before a storm.

As a princess, Niu Yanfang actually knows the family rules very well, so asking such a question is completely superfluous.

Wu Peng did not notice these details, and he was depressed, and explained slowly: "The importance of ethnic development is overwhelming, and only the wisest people can be kings." Of course, this time the situation is different, and it is difficult to elect a recognized new king through a large court meeting. Only one regent could be elected from among the tribal chiefs, that is, the acting ox king, for a period of five years. If he behaves well during this time, is impartial and selfless, and is recognized by everyone, he will be able to accept the blessings of the gods and become the king of the cattle clan in the true sense of the word at the sixth year of the court. ”

"I know all of what you're saying." Niu Yanfang's breathing was a little short, she went around to the side of the table, leaned forward, leaned forward to a position only half a meter away from Wu Peng, and asked with indescribable expectations and desires, "Who do you think can be the regent?" ”

Wu Peng did not hide his opinion: "On the whole, Ah Hao, the patriarch of the Lei Niu Tribe, can be competent. He went from the bottom of the group to where he is today. He was capable, and he was so successful that both the Raging Bull and the Bison were supportive of him. ”