After Waking up Beside the Villain

    Away from the turbulent capital of Kyoto, to spend a few days in this peaceful mountain village is what Chu Yunsheng wanted to do.

    Instead of lively and prosperous, he prefers the sky is high and the water is far away, simple and natural. In the past few worlds and Professor Yin went on a trip, both of them would choose some strange peaks, Lishui, and desert. There are too many troubles in this world, and it is impossible to go too far, but it is still possible to see the smoke curling from the kitchen in a small village and the snow in the Cangshan Mountains.

    Chu Yunsheng has never been idle for a moment since he came to this world. Intrigue, plot, not to mention that he is just a person, even a god, he will be tired.

    Fortunately, his efforts were not in vain.

    The change of the New Year's Eve banquet finally brought his entire winter plan to a perfect end temporarily. Da Zhou negotiated peace, the family temporarily retreated, and the door was silent. The protagonist, Bei Hanfeng, killed himself without much effort.

    When he stepped out of the palace in the middle of the night, stepping out of the heavy snow, half of the stone in his heart had been unloaded.

    It's not enough to get rid of the aristocratic family and pull Dajin out of this silt. But at least, Chu Yunsheng got the time he wanted to do something and take a breath.

    The haze is gone, and the mood is much more open.

      Lu Fenglou's fair and handsome face was roasted even redder, and tiny beads of sweat ooze out from the tip of his nose.

    Then he asked solemnly: "Your Majesty is hot?"

    "It's okay." Lu Fenglou was a little disappointed. He didn't want to talk to Chu Yunsheng. Without raising his hand, he was held down.

    "It's cold in the main room."

    It’s okay to bully someone a little bit, Chu Yunsheng shook Lu Fenglou’s warmer hand, then suppressed the fire in the stove, and assigned him a job, “Go. Add some water to wash the bacon and make bacon rice later."

    Since it was here to recall the suffering, Lu Fenglou didn't even want to act like an emperor. He mixed it with warm water and chose two pieces of bacon to wash.

    But his body is really bloated, plus he washes clumsily, and the bacon gets wet on his sleeves after washing. Just as the hot kang was ready, Chu Yunsheng told Lu Fenglou to shrink onto the kang to change clothes and wait for food.

    "Di Yan can also cook?" Lu Fenglou asked seemingly casually before entering the room.

    Chu Yunsheng washed his hands and picked up the kitchen knife: "I'll do it, you wash the dishes. Di Yan stayed at the village chief's house for the past two days."

    Lu Fenglou's footsteps as he stepped into the threshold of the back room froze, but he quickly regained his composure and stepped in, his figure was covered by a thick cotton curtain.

    Chu Yunsheng didn't care about Lu Fenglou's reaction.

    In the last world, he was in the countryside, and he didn't cook. The bacon rice is also simple, with a little adjustment of the flavor, boil a few more corns, roast two sweet potatoes, and put a bowl of hot sauerkraut soup. Afraid that Lu Fenglou would get tired of it, Chu Yunsheng cut up some pickled vegetables, filling up a small kang table.

    The kang was extremely warm, and Lu Fenglou took off his cumbersome coat and only wore a padded jacket, and leaned lazily on the head of the kang surrounded by a quilt. There is not the slightest dignifiedness of being an emperor, but rather a lazy daughter-in-law in the village.

    "It's medicine, it's military training—"

      "

    The temptation in these words is undisguised.

    The little emperor's hypocritical skin was torn apart last night, and the exposed thorns suddenly increased a lot.

    "Your Majesty likes it." Chu Yunsheng replied calmly, peeled off a piece of roasted sweet potato and put it in the bowl of Lu Fenglou, "Try it."

    Lu Fenglou looked down at Chu Yunsheng's movements, broke off a small piece of sweet potato and put it in his mouth, then laughed: "I really like it."

    Don't want to play with the little emperor while relaxing on vacation, Chu Yunsheng simply blocked Lu Fenglou's mouth with food. After the sweet potato is eaten, the soup is eaten, the bacon is eaten after the soup, and the corn is eaten after the bacon.

    While picking up food for Lu Fenglou, Chu Yunsheng explained the two crops of sweet potato and corn to Lu Fenglou, but did not mention the plan to promote these two crops.

    Lu Fenglou understood what he meant.

    One year later, Chu Yunsheng was willing to give him these two crops. It's just idle teasing, don't care about raising tigers, or want to force him to reveal more hidden things, so that it will be wiped out in the future, it's not important for the time being.

    Things that benefit the people, but can gain prestige and recruit talented people, naturally have to pay the corresponding price.

    Lu Fenglou knew from a young age that there is no luck or free grace in the world.

    Looking at the corn cobs on the table in a trance, Lu Fenglou was thinking about his future plans, and was a little sleepy in the quilt.

    But before she could get some sleepiness, Chu Yunsheng put down his chopsticks: "After eating, Your Majesty has cleared the table and washed the dishes."

    When the voice fell, Chu Yunsheng saw Lu Fenglou's eyes half-closed, and the romantic and strange meanings rarely faded away, and he looked at him in a bit of astonishment.

    But in the blink of an eye, Lu Fenglou came to his senses.

    He didn't resist, wrapped his coat, put away the kang table, and left the house.

    Chu Yunsheng sat on the kang and pulled out a bedside table, which contained some folk stories, which he had privately printed a few days ago. It is not a story of a romantic genius or a bewitching ghost, but some folk vernacular about farming.

    He flipped through it for a while, then Lu Fenglou finished washing the dishes and came back.

    "Come here."

    For the first time, I felt that Professor Yin was a little stupid in this world, Chu Yun sighed, pulled the person over, and stuffed the pair of ice-cold hands like snow cubes into his arms.

    Wrap the quilt, Chu Yunsheng leaned against the wall, even through a layer of padded clothes, he could feel the coolness of Lu Fenglou's hand.

    He wrapped Lu Fenglou's hands with both hands and pressed them between his chest and abdomen to warm them slowly: "Your Majesty, many farmers don't have hot water because they are reluctant to burn wood."

    Lu Fenglou looked at the hands that were covered, and put his lower back on Chu Yunsheng's lap: "Teacher knows a lot about the lives of these people."

    Chu Yunsheng raised his eyes: "Your Majesty wants to know more?"

    Lu Fenglou raised his eyebrows and smiled slowly: "It depends on whether the teacher wants to teach or not."

    "Boom!"

    A series of firecrackers suddenly sounded outside the lattice window covered with two layers of sallow paper, followed by the sound of children chasing and noisy, accompanied by the sound of crackling firecrackers.

    Neither spoke again.

    Chu Yunsheng warmed Lu Fenglou's hands, and turned over the scriptures, the sound of firecrackers filling his ears. After a while, it was dark.

    It is cold in the farmyard and there is nothing to do, so it is better to rest early.

    Chu Yunsheng also washed and lay down, the kang was hot, his back was roasted, and he couldn't tell how relaxed he was. This is something that the bustling and depressing Kyoto never had.

    The firecrackers were set off at night, and the noise was loud.

    There are several large farms not far from the village. Compared with the boring gun battles in the village, the noises in those farms are more varied.

    The dim light sank into the fields.

    Chu Yunsheng enjoyed this rare comfort, but suddenly felt a cool breeze leaking from the edge of the quilt.

    He opened his eyes and felt a cool and smooth touch on his calf. Lying on his side, Chu Yunsheng couldn't see Lu Fenglou's appearance half a foot away, but the outstretched foot hugged him recklessly, absorbing warmth.

    Wait for this foot to get warm, then retract it again and switch to the other foot.

    Then Lu Fenglou seemed to have fallen asleep, and this foot was left in Chu Yunsheng's quilt.

      Cloud sound on the instep.

    Like the tail of a vixen who burrowed into a scholar's quilt in the middle of the night.

     Soft and smooth hooking the heart.

    Chu Yunsheng was harassed by this little tail for two whole nights.

    When he left on the third day, the owner of the tail was still shameless, pressing his two slender eyelashes and laughing softly: "I don't sleep well, did I disturb the teacher?"

    I don't know if it was Chu Yunsheng's illusion, after New Year's Eve, Lu Fenglou had a natural intimacy in addition to seducing him. In addition to the fierce targeting and testing, a layer of fog was added, which made people a little unclear.

    It seems more interesting.

    Old Chu pondered, and ruthlessly threw the man back to the barracks.

    The situation of the government and opposition was temporarily cleared up this winter, and Chu Yunsheng finally got out of the whirlpool of machinations and could really pick up his old business and engage in scientific research—says To be honest, if Di Yan hadn't notified the latest progress of the firearms camp, Dr. Chu, who was addicted to the struggle for power, would have forgotten about it.

    Except for the few days in the firearms camp, in order to make the little emperor suspicious, he went to several times, and then Chu Yunsheng didn't pay much attention to it.

    There is no other reason, but the blueprints of guns and shells and the improvement of gunpowder have been put down, and the rest is a matter of craftsmen and money. power. No matter how much he pays attention, he can't make guns and cannons by himself. It is better to eat big households, eliminate corruption, and make more money.

    The news reported by Di Yan was not that guns were made, but that new steel and cement were made.

    "This new steel is sharper, more flexible, and much lighter, and the same amount of ore can produce more steel, and the black clods you mentioned, I didn't think they could be smelted. New steel..." The battalion commander of the firearms battalion brought Chu Yunsheng and Di Yan in with a few craftsmen, his face full of uncontrollable excitement.

    The firearms battalion is extremely strictly guarded, even Chu Yunsheng has to verify his identity.

    Most of the sergeants and craftsmen selected here are not near the capital, and many of them are not tired. Once they enter the firearms camp, they will hardly go out again, which has achieved the greatest degree of secrecy.

    With the limitation of the times, Chu Yunsheng couldn't come up with anything too advanced. He just used the coking technology for the time being and improved the steelmaking method. Today, Dajin's iron and steel technology is still in the relatively early steelmaking period, and there is a lot of room for improvement.

    After the artisans of the firearms battalion forged new steel, they made new armor and new swords overnight.

    The snow on the school field was swept away, and the battalion commander asked the wooden man to put on armor and let the archers shoot arrows.

    The wind in the valley was icy and cold, but there were many craftsmen around the school grounds, all with enthusiasm.

    This is something they grinded without sleep, even the dumplings during the New Year's Festival, claiming to be able to resist a sharp arrow from a hundred paces away, and now they are finally going to test it in front of the regent, saying Not being nervous is fake. And many people in the firearms camp also know that no matter what the outside world says about the regent's collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, they all believe that with the things in the firearms camp, sooner or later, Dajin will be able to fight back.

    Now, it is the first step to straighten this waist.

    "Your Highness, everything is ready."

    Di Yan is on the sidelines.

    Although most of the affairs of the palace were undertaken by him, he still did not dare to believe the news of Xingang and Cement. How can there really be armor that can stop a hundred paces of arrows? Unless the heavy armor is so heavy that ordinary sergeants can't lift their legs! Light, thin and tough, how can there be such a thing.

    There is also a concrete wall that can't even chop with a knife and axe, and the siege giant can't break it.

    Di Yan suppressed the doubts in his eyes.

    Chu Yunsheng raised his hand, and the archers in the school field began to bend their bows and shoot arrows.

    The armor on the wooden man shook for a while, and the arrow fell and did not shoot through.

    "This..."

    Di Yan's normally calm expression cracked a line, staring blankly at the white marks on the armor. Even if it can't shoot through, it shouldn't even have a pothole.

    But before he could say anything, Chu Yunsheng said again: "Wear it back, and take another ten steps."

    The soldier swiftly put the armor back on the wooden man, the archer moved closer, and shot again—the armor was still intact, but there was a white mark.

    "Ten steps closer."

    "Continue."

    "Nearly ten steps..."

    The drawn bow and arrow got closer and closer to the wooden man standing alone, almost rushing to the face. The armor was also slightly dented from the initial white marks. But the distance is enough to penetrate the armor of all the sergeants of the Great Jin today, but the thin armor is still not penetrated.

    At forty paces, the arrow finally passed through the armor and nailed it to the wooden man.

     "My lord, forty steps... it's actually forty steps!"

    Di Yan couldn't believe his eyes. But the armor has been taken off and brought to the front, which is true.

    This result is also somewhat unexpected by Chu Yunsheng.

    He looked at the pitted armor and said, "The new steel is made."

    The campus was quiet.

    The next moment the artisan sergeant in the field was like boiling water, completely boiling.

    Di Yan was so excited that his whole body trembled, and he pressed his voice: "Wang, wangye, if all the frontier troops can be equipped with this kind of armor, then Da Zhou is not afraid at all!"

    He looked at the battalion commander of the firearms battalion suddenly, "Hao battalion commander, how much armor can be made in a day, and when will it be available..."

    "No, no money."

    Hao Battalion Commander is firm and firm: "My lord, don't come to the firearms camp in the near future, and make more money."

    Di Yan: “…”