Beiyang new warlord

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The old man is so amazing that he didn't even see him when he came back. Su Yi, Yu Le'er, and last night's bride, Chen Jiao, were stuffed into the boat by him, and Chen Jiao recovered from the poop of his own Black Pearl. Dressed in a dignified dress, the mink cloak tightly covered her hair, with her hands tied behind her head, and the two girls in plain clothes were reluctantly lying in front of the mosaic glass window.

Seeing that the crowd was almost there, standing on the bridge where Mao Jue often stood, Mao Wenlong hummed and waved his hand like a complete villain.

"sail!"

Come and go in a hurry! As the morning fog cleared, the routine fleet returning to the Dongjiang River also disappeared above the sea. The sun rose high, and Mao Jue stretched out his hand to take the reins of the horse in a sense of loss. But at this time, a sweet and greasy little face rushed to take the reins in front of him.

"master!"

Seeing Adelaine like a traitor, nodding and bowing after him, he was stunned for a moment, Mao Jue, who had slept with her for so long, understood in a blink of an eye what kind of medicine this girl was selling.

"You want to know what's going on with this big idol?"

This girl's little brain immediately clicked like a chicken pecking rice. There is a saying that women are like cats! There is also a saying that curiosity killed the cat! From the first time I saw this three-body statue, Ade Leina has been thinking hard for more than two months, but she still can't figure out how Mao Jue did it.

When she was sold to Yangzhou back then, when she passed by Nanjing, there was also such a large boulder carved and abandoned in the mountains on the outskirts of Shitou City. Mao Jue dragged the huge boulder that even His Majesty the Founding Emperor couldn't move, if he couldn't figure it out, Adelena, a smart person, wouldn't be able to sleep for a while.

Watching it again today aroused her strong curiosity.

It's a pity that this girl just "offended" Mao Jue this morning, and now she still holds the grudge! How could Mao Jue tell her that it was the same as the action that made this girl gnash her teeth before, and Mao Jue waved her hand chicly.

"Ask God!"

"My lord, you are the god of my concubine! When I ask God, don't I just ask you?"

Not to mention, she really learned how to be good, she wrapped Mao Jue's arms in her arms full of lethality, and this normally dignified foreign girl began to act coquettishly.

Not to mention, this squeamishness is really powerful, and Mao Jue almost fell for it. After being in a daze for a long time, he shook his head with great perseverance.

"God said: Do not speak!"

Almost out of breath, a pair of tiger teeth gnawed and rattled, and suddenly she looked angry, this girl also amplified her move, her little hands were behind her back, her pretty face was extremely red, and she pressed against Mao Jue's ear, this girl hurriedly promised, He also sneaked a glance at the little Mao Jue under the robe.

That wretched smile also suddenly rippled on his face, like a prince who found a traitor, Mao Jue nodded while pinching his chin.

"I wish I had been so good earlier! Come on, stick your ear to me, and I'll tell you."

The sound of the huge running water was rushing, and the small red mouth grew into an O shape. Looking at the huge rotating statue, Adelena muttered a little annoyed.

"I see!"

Time flies and more than two months have passed. Although there is a temptation to go home to hook up with Mao Jue, who is not going home, things still have to be done step by step. It is winter, and Mao Jue has not been in a hurry to go to the mountains Looking for ore, waited until the ice and snow melted.

When the spring returns to the earth, this big statue will come in handy.

In fact, looking at the big statue is mysterious, what is really precious is not the statue itself, but the underground where the statue is located. From the upper reaches of the rushing Hongshuang River, the dam blocking the valley holds back tens of millions of tons of melted water from the snow-capped mountains. Next, a vertical cement pipeline spread from the mountain to the hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile land next to Hongshuang City.

Even in Sakhalin Island, the area of ​​plains is not too much. It is rare that this coastal plain is too wasteful to cultivate dry plants. With this sufficient supply of water conservancy projects, an acre of dry land has magically turned into a paddy field, regardless of the early spring. The cold water was bitter, and the farmers rushed down to the fields happily, and worked tirelessly to transplant rice seedlings acre by acre.

The Northeast rice of later civilized China also began to take root and multiply in this ancient prehistoric land.

As for the big statue, it is not carved out of stone, but made of steel bars and concrete, with some gaps inside, which is much lighter in weight than stone, and the entire statue is 30 meters exposed, actually 50 meters tall. Meter high, 20 meters buried underground, is built into a circle of spirals.

The location of the statue is just above this ditch. The sinking water flow from the valley reservoir hits the bottom of the statue with high pressure. The unrivaled power of the water lifts the statue. Under the action of the spiral, the water hits the base of the statue. It also drives the rotation of the entire statue. In terms of function, apart from the mystery of pretending to be a ghost, the statue is like a huge valve, which once again pressurizes the water flow.

This thing was only thought up by Mao Jue in later generations when he traveled to Weihai and met the Great Bodhisattva in Huaxia City.

Things look complicated, but after peeling away the layers of fog on the surface, they are so simple. Looking at the rotating statue, Adelaina patted her head in frustration.

Behind her, Ying Ji gloated and dangled the black cast iron shackles hanging on the horse's back.

"Sister Hong, have you seen enough? The agreement between you and the lord, the beauty is a moonlit night with a hole flute! The lord has let me watch you carefully!"

The little face collapsed even more sadly, her eyeballs rolled around cunningly, the foreign girl suddenly smiled all over her face, and hugged Ying Ji's arm affectionately.

"Sister Ying, weren't you also curious at the beginning, my sister and I sacrificed the answer in exchange for my appearance, sister, do you feel that your conscience is disturbed, and you have to share one or two with your sister!"

"I don't think so!"

Sakurahime immediately shook her little head like a rattle.

At this end, Adelaine is still bewitching the female warrior, but at the other end, at the gate of Hongshuang City, it is very lively, with thousands of people surrounded by a mighty crowd, and heavy horses gathered on the suspension bridge On the road, with heavy luggage on horseback, there are hundreds of knights gearing up.

Mao Jue's figure was standing tall on the city gate.

"Let's go! My soldiers! Changbai Mountain God blesses me, find out all the ore veins!"

"Don't worry, General, you will fulfill your mission if you place the bid!"

Immediately, this was the first geological expedition team in Daming, made up of local Tu people, Xianjing Jurchen, Henan refugees, and Shandong miners. They drank the wine brought by the attendant, slammed the bowl hard, and turned over immediately mount.

Looking at the backs of them rushing into the mountains, Mao Jue squeezed his chin happily. Last year was the year of Dongjiang agriculture. The seeds were planted in order to gain a foothold on this big island. This year, Kaiken’s fields are enough to feed the 9 people of Bitter Leaf Town. Even if there is a surplus, then this year is Dongjiang’s industrial year! The material demand for the development of the entire Great Northern Wilderness in the future will start from this!

Looking into the distance, Mao Jue's pupils are full of hope!

Chapter 342. Treasure

Sakhalin Island, which is in the beginning of spring, adds a bit of charm. The primeval forest with mixed conifers is green and towering, and the rivers formed by the melted glaciers make the sound of rushing, and you can hear squirrels and birds jumping in the forest. Jumping, looking back, the majestic Baiding Snow Mountain is spectacular, which is a beautiful view of the northern part of the Great Wall.

It's a pity that people in the world are fascinated by desires, and such a magnificent beauty is turned a blind eye. Instead, a group of people are tumbling in batches in the clear river valley, half of the river water is polluted by the silt under their feet.

If there are future generations who are willing to watch American westerns, they will definitely feel very familiar when they come here. The Kurhalin natives in leather robes do not care about the biting cold water, constantly shoveling sand from the valley and shaking it in the sieve. , constantly wash off the floating sand on the surface with water, shake it a little bit to the bottom, but finally sighed again, poured it all out, and replaced it with a few shovelfuls of new sand.

Each of the native men and women had hands that were already red with cold.

Although there is also an animal skin dress, but it is obviously carefully sewn, left and right symmetrical, generous and beautiful Tu nobleman pretends to be walking back and forth with his hands behind his back, watching the natives sifting sand while shouting loudly .

"Hurry up, and sieve it for me! Find the golden powder that the great shaman wants as soon as possible! I have made a promise with the great shaman, and we will definitely have what he wants. I'm happy, at least I can reward our tribe with hundreds of baskets of rice and dozens of boxes of sugar, I have food, and when the time comes, your families will not starve to death even if you have children!"

"If you can't find it! When the big shaman gets angry, the spell will be swung down, and you will all be cursed to turn into rabbits, and then you will be roasted and eaten by the masters of Dongjiang!"

I don’t know whether Mao Jue has been mythological or demonized. After the three-faced god statue, all the natives of Sakhalin Island, even the Xianjing Jurchen, called Mao Jue a great shaman. A bunch of guys spread word of mouth. He has a green face, fangs and bloody mouth, three heads, eight arms like spiders, he can call wind and rain with his hands, and he can curse people into animals. He has to drink the blood of more than a dozen people and eat the hearts of more than a dozen people every day. Human beings, what do the villains in novels and games look like?

After these indigenous tribes took refuge in Dongjiang, although they were allocated real estate, Dongjiang did not disrupt the social order of these tribes before. The tribe still belonged to the primitive slavery system, and all tribe members were the private property of the tribe chiefs and nobles. The same is true.

I was already afraid of the divine power of the chiefs and nobles, but now that a bigger boss like Mao Jue came again, a group of people, old and young, stepped up to shovel the sand even more tremblingly, dug a big hole from the valley, and made it well Like the surface of the moon.

Just when the tribal nobleman was working as a supervisor, a sound of horseshoes suddenly came from the other side of the Taniguchi stream, and the tribal nobleman who was just like a grandfather immediately turned into a grandson, nodding and bowing like a traitor to greet him.

"Oh, Mr. Song! You are getting old! That Zahab, Kuluhuo! Hurry up and move the stool, serve sugar water, and smoke! Mr. Song, this way please!"

A knight knelt on one knee beside the horse. Song Datou is no longer a liar who runs the rivers and lakes. He stepped on the knight's back and got off the horse in full swing. He stretched out his hand and took off the vulgar Dongjiang sunglasses on his face. He arrogantly wiped it with a piece of buckskin, without looking at the native chief.

"You don't need to sit down! I have to go to the Seabuckthorn Guard for a while. Outside of Gurum, what's going on here? The general is in a hurry! If we don't see Jinsha again at the end of this month, his old man will have to change someone else." , when the time comes, which farm you Wei go to dig rocks, I can't guarantee it!"

Beads of sweat were about to flow down his forehead, and the aboriginal nobleman named Gulum nodded and bowed again and again, his old face was smiling like crying, begging for forgiveness sadly.