Villager of Daming

Chapter 994: A sentence of information is early
The bamboo tube was handed over to Xiaqiu Village. The village chief said hello, and everyone in Xiaqiu Village entered the big tent next to it.

Then 20 big people came out to stand guard, while Hanhan and his friends were inside tearing down the bamboo tubes.

"Wear plastic gloves and thick masks. We are not afraid of poisons. There is no poison that can directly kill people. We are just worried that the virus may be transmitted to us."

Zhu Wentian ordered everyone to take out things and put them on, as if they were conducting experiments.

He had to worry about things like the plague and was in a lot of trouble. As for poisons such as blood sealing the throat, it was of no use.

When everyone was ready, Zhu Wentian opened the bamboo tube himself, took out the note and read the words on it.

No one knew him, so Zhu Wentian frowned and read: "Zhu Yuanzhang's second, third, fourth, and fifth sons are in Taiyuan Mansion. They have been here for many days and left at an unknown time."

"Is there more? What is this word?" Ling'er looked at a lot of words on the paper, why is this the only one?
“The Uighur characters were created by Genghis Khan and are different from the current Mongolian characters.

It shows that the person who sent the message is still a traditional and conservative person. Otherwise, he should have used the text made by Bol Jijin and Kublai Khan, which is the current official text of the Yuan Dynasty.

There are also some people who still use the old words. One of them is deliberate, not wanting to learn new ones and not letting their descendants learn them.

"Hanhan, please tell me about this word again, and I will write it down so I can reply to them."

Bei Yuan has been beaten away, he is sending information? The use of an eagle to send a message indicates that the distance is far. Even if someone comes to meet you, it will still be tens or hundreds of miles away.

Zhu Wentian said that he used cotton swabs to wipe different places on the note and the bamboo tube. He changed four cotton swabs and put them into a small glass bottle. He looked back to see if there was anything. The note was sealed with the bamboo tube.

The other is lack of information. It is difficult to learn a new thing. If there is something ready-made, you have to teach it, so it is passed on.

Therefore, the sergeants sent out must be familiar with the local language and the official language so that they can teach others well.

The chief is more interested in things like Genghis Khan and Kublai Khan, including the texts they wrote independently. He doesn't know how to do that. After learning, he can find someone to show off.

"I'll get tissue paper." Ling'er smiled and ran to find something.

Zhu Wentian understands the difficulty of long words. It is difficult to learn to write when words are treated as words! It's easy to think of it as a painting.

To put it bluntly, Genghis Khan was a great man, but Kublai Khan also wanted to surpass himself. He established the Yuan Dynasty!
He thought that when others mentioned the Yuan Dynasty, he was referring to Genghis Khan. How could that be possible?
How come you, Temujin, are stronger than me, Kublai Khan? Look at me, I have unified such a large area. As great as I am as a grandpa, I am even more powerful as a grandson.

Like some places in the Ming Dynasty today, the people there also have their own writing. They will record things. It is very troublesome for you to ask them to change it, including the language.

He wrote the same text according to the text, translated it, and handed it to the chief.

Zhu Wentian nodded and talked about the situation of the two people, including some laws and texts, weights and measures.

So what if you get it? We can't break through our defense line at all, but we still have to investigate, find the person, and question him. "

Li Chang kept inhaling and had a toothache. What is this word? They all look the same, so it’s hard to copy!
"You can draw it as a painting, or cover it with thin paper and outline it with a pencil, and then paint the inside. This is written with a brush."

Let me send you a message: this eagle can't find anyone, it's not that smart, and the person who raises the eagle is just an obsession.

My golden family is getting better and better with each generation. It used to be written by the Uighurs, so I want to have my own.

Zhu Wentian finished speaking these things briefly, and the head of the village also worked hard to finish the words and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "It's impossible to find all the bullets today, let's go tomorrow! It's getting dark."

It is indeed dark outside, the lights are on, and the person who is looking for the bullet has to mark the place and not let others get close. We will talk about it tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll ask people who have nothing to do to come over and help find the bullets for the heavy machine guns. They're quite heavy! One weighs more than 40 grams. According to current weights and measures, one tael is more than one tael.

How could you throw away such a large piece of copper? Stone is collected from copper mines, smelted, and finally purified. The entire process consumes a lot of resources.

When the leader came back with the team, people were watching singing and dancing, but the others did not move, just waiting.

It is impossible for a group of people to chat while eating. The people who responded the fastest just now were the people from Xiaqiu Village.

As soon as the village guard opened the box, the people from Xiaqiu Village got up and ran. Some ran forward to get the pistols, while others took the box and immediately took the position to hand over the weapons.

At that speed, it would be too late for the enemy to break through from the outside. The defense line here has been laid out, including assault rifles and submachine guns.

Just now, Xie Cheng was chatting with the four highnesses about weapons. As a general, he must like something that violently kills people. The higher the efficiency, the better.

He found that the heavy machine gun was good. He saw the bullet casing. It was so big, and he also knew that the warhead was several times larger than ordinary ones.

This thing hits people much harder than a crossbow! The power of the crossbow is small, and the most it can penetrate is after piercing it, especially in the stomach and other places.

The bullets of the gun are not like that. The small lead bullets are useless after being shot, and a big hole is left. It is small on the outside but big on the inside.

If a bullet from a heavy machine gun hits a person, wouldn't it just disappear wherever it hits?
"Your Highness, what does it look like when this gun hits someone in the stomach?" Xie Cheng asked.

"I don't know about beating people. I have never beaten anyone. I have seen wild boar hunting. Brother Hanhan beat me several times when cleaning up wild animals. The big wild boar weighing a thousand kilograms has become a sperm.

The heavy machine gun bullets entered the wild boar's belly from one side and came out from the other side. Here was a hole as big as an orange, and there was an irregular hole with a lot of internal organs after the skin was separated. It can't be said how big it was.

In some places, the skin flew off, in some places the skin was cracked, and there were still bone stubbles. The moment the beating was completed, the pig took two steps forward. It had great inertia and rolled forward twice.

It's a pity that if you hit the eyes of a large wild boar weighing more than a thousand kilograms with water, you can peel off the complete skin. "

Zhu Fan recalled the scene when he shot the Wild Boar King with a heavy machine gun. He didn't want to be shot anyway. His arms were shot, his legs were broken, and the main shot was on the torso... but it didn't hurt anymore.

"No wonder this eagle even had a little bit of skin on it, scraped the sides, right? They came out."

Xie Cheng looked at the poor eagle, realized it, scraped its sides, and half of its body was gone.

"How's it going, Chief?" Four people, Zhu Xi, Zhu Fan, Zhu Di and Zhu Xi, stood up and spoke together.

"Thankfully, the bullet did not hit the bamboo tube. The bamboo tube and the note inside were preserved for fear of germs and viruses on it. This is the original text copied and translated. The text was written during Temujin's time, not Kublai Khan's. "

The chief wanted to introduce him more, but he finally held back and found a chance to show off later when he continued to eat. It was not appropriate now.

The four people came closer to look at it, but they didn't recognize the text. What Ming knew was just one sentence.

Xie Cheng looked forward and shook his head. He could roughly understand the characters of the Yuan Dynasty and needed to use them, but not the earlier ones.

"Zhu Lichang actually knows this word?" Xie Cheng asked casually in surprise.

"How can we do that? We copied it from the painting. How did we write this word?" The director shook his head.

(End of this chapter)