At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

"Your Highness." Sara was about to answer, but a voice came from outside the curtain, it was Ali Baba.

Pepin let go of Sara, sat upright and said, "Please come in."

The black-haired Ali Baba came in from outside the curtain. Apart from his appearance, he was almost different from the local Arabs in terms of clothing: "Your Highness, Sulishif's injury has almost recovered, and the Arabs who searched in the mountains have also withdrawn. Knight Orton asked me to ask what should happen next?"

"Stay for another three days, collect some food, and we will go out of the mountain."

"Understood." Alibaba nodded, and was about to leave when Pepin stopped him.

"Ali Baba, you just came here." Pepin pointed to a chair beside him and motioned him to sit down. "Sara and I have been thinking about why we lost. Do you have any experience or ideas? There are only three of us here today, and no one else will know."

Ali Baba looked at the chair over there, and suddenly bowed to the ground: "Your Highness, why did you want to fight in Iberia? Your Highness won't answer this question, so please forgive me for not being able to open my heart to Your Highness."

Sara frowned and was about to scold, but Pepin stood up and replied solemnly: "Father worked hard for the kingdom, I just want to take part of the responsibility for him."

"Then I will give His Royal Highness an Iberian crown. Do you dare to wear it?"

"dare."

"Do you dare to wear Frank's crown?"

The wind blew the curtain and shivered, but Ali Baba, whose face was covered with whip marks and scars, still stood upright and bowed: "Do you dare to wear it, Your Highness?"

"dare!"

Chapter 3 and Three: The New Immigrants of the Han Chinese

From winter to spring, the sun is warm and the flowers are blooming.

After the wet winter, under the lazy spring sun, everything looked so tired, even Feng Sen, who was always energetic, started to yawn.

Facing the next year's budget and military register, Feng Sen's eyelids seemed to be glued together. He stood up, rubbed his forehead and said, "Follow me, go to the door and ask for some mint water from the kitchen."

On the long table in front of him, the civil servants were still insisting, but the military generals were lying on the table or leaning against the back of the chair to take a nap, and Han Shizhong even smirked on the table.

"I'm tired in spring, so I need to drink some syrup to refresh myself." Wang Sima twirled the clay cup in his hand with some nostalgia, "It would be great if I could have some sour plum soup."

"The sour plum here tastes bitter, and there are no good varieties nearby. If you want to drink it, you can only make sour fruit soup. The berries and wild berries here are not bad." Zhang Shicheng is one of the few generals who is still sober.

"Then, while waiting for the mint water, everyone should rest." Feng Sen stretched his waist and sat back in his seat again. "But don't be idle, Wang Sima, weren't you investigating the situation of those Avars before? Why don't you just take this opportunity to talk about it, it's better than Kong facing the official documents."

"Here." Wang Sima replied, cupping his hands.

Feng Sen didn't care much about these Avar people, but Wang Sima took it seriously. Not only did he conduct multiple investigations, but also consulted ancient books to understand some of the situation.

"Jie Shuai, according to those Avars, their ancestors were slaves who followed a Han princess and Qin Rouran, and some Han herdsmen who escaped from the border.

But this may not be the case. According to the historical records, the Central Plains dynasty and Rouran made peace three times. Each time, Princess Rouran married to Central Plains. I never remember a princess from Central Plains marrying Rouran.

Of course, this is very likely to be unrecorded in the Central Plains, so I asked Vasik again.

However, Vaske claimed that the Han princess they followed achieved the position of queen mother and had a high status, which is why they were able to intermarry with Rouran nobles and become a member of Rouran.

But this is even more impossible. If there is a princess who has achieved the position of Queen Mother Rouran or Ke Dun, how could there be no news at all from the Central Plains.

What's more, according to them, the princess even gave birth to three sons for Rouran Khan. When the old Khan passed away, the princess married the old Khan's nephew again, and continued to exist and be respected as Khan Rouran.

This is enough to enter the "Book of Qi" or "Book of Wei", and it will definitely be known. How can such a mysterious princess become a princess without saying a word? "

"Could there be some small tribe near the border pretending to be?" Feng Sen questioned. Such things did not exist in history. elephant.

At this moment, Wang Sima showed a mysterious smile: "Jie Shuai, in fact, their stories do not exist, and the princesses that fit their descriptions do not exist, it's just that it's been a long time...Have Jie Shuai heard of Princess Jieyou?"

Princess Jieyou?Feng Sen thought about it carefully, and after a while he slapped his head, yes, Princess Jieyou, this is very similar to Princess Jieyou's experience.

Princess Jieyou of the Han Dynasty married Weng Guimi, the fat king of Wusun, and gave birth to three children. During the reign of Emperor Xuan, the general Huo Guang sent troops to attack the Huns. It was Princess Jieyou who controlled Wusun's army to intercept the Huns' cavalry and won a big victory.

However, when Princess Jieyou was old, her eldest son and youngest son died one after another, so she returned to her hometown to spend her old age.

"But that was almost 700 years ago, and Rouran only came out nearly 300 years ago, and Wusun was wiped out by Rouran... You mean they are actually from Wusun?" Feng Sen became more and more confused.

Wang Sima shook his head and said: "No, the timing is wrong, assuming their so-called integration with Rouran nobles refers to after Rouran was destroyed, then 'it is because of the princess that we were able to become Rouran nobles' cannot be explained.

As for before Rouran was destroyed, it was even more nonsense. At that time, there were two opinions about whether Rouran existed or not, but they mentioned that it was not the main branch, but a branch, and the main branch had completely become the Avar people. I came up with a possibility. "

"What is possible?"

"These so-called Avar Han people are not Han people at all, but a tribe of Wusun people. Their elders knew about Princess You's deeds, so they put this incident on their own heads, and then used this name to survive Rouran's pressure.

At that time, Tuoba Tao's army in the Northern Wei Dynasty was in full swing, and Rouran didn't dare to provoke them. With this relationship, this group of Wusun tribes jumped between the Northern Wei Dynasty and the grassland.

Otherwise, how could they have the legends and fables of "go to the Han people for help when you encounter difficulties", but when Rouran was defeated by the Turks, this group of Wusun tribes who surrendered to Rouran followed them to Europa.

There are no Han people in Europa, so these protective films will naturally lose their effectiveness. In order to get protection, these Wusun tribes naturally abandoned the claim that they are Han people, but these branch tribes who don’t know the truth strictly abide by the ancestor’s precepts..."

The field fell into silence. Feng Sen felt both absurd and reasonable. A group of Wusun people pretended to be Han Chinese in order to profit from the Rouran people. Really, really...

"Of course, this is just my personal speculation. No one knows whether this is the real situation." Wang Sima said helplessly.

"It doesn't matter if he is a Han or not, as long as they think he is." Feng Sen decided the matter, "I won't mention the past, let's talk about how to deal with them."

Wei Xunzhi on the side immediately handed over an official document, and Feng Sen opened the official document and said relaxedly: "I have discussed this matter before, first of all, we will not accept their refugees, this is the premise, and secondly , I don't let the mountains come to me, but I want to go to the mountains.

I decided to lead a small school with fifty teeth soldiers and fifty flagmen to escort some food, grass and weapons, go to Pannonia, build a trading post near Vienna, and build a small village to help these local tribes survive.

In addition, it is also necessary to pass through this territory, open up the route with the Danube, and achieve trade with the Eastern Empire. The Bulgarian rebellion will soon be quelled, and this is the best time. "

Zen Master Zhenhui wondered: "How could Jieshuai know that the rebellion of the Bulgars would be quelled?"

"That's what Heavenly Father said." Feng Sen coughed and continued, "When I look at the Avars, I always feel that there will be a battle between them and Frank. This battle is in the north, and we must be recruited. Instead of going passively, it is better to find out the way in advance."

"Will this route be too risky?"

"In the Bohemian Prague, where the Jewish people belong, I would say hello to the Abbies in advance, and they would save me." Since Feng Sen has gradually grown, especially after the establishment of the West Britain Company, Ruben Abbie, who was eager to collect debts, has suddenly calmed down a lot, and the attitude of the Abbies towards Feng Sen has reached a level that is more than a friend but not a courtier.

Feng Sen is one of the few monarchs who is willing to let go of restrictions on Jews buying land and engaging in other industries. Now that the Jews are being persecuted more and more, the Jews have to reconsider their relationship with Feng Sen.

"Then who should we choose to go?" Han Shizhong asked after waking up. "This person must be persevering and smart, and it is best to be a confidant of Jieshuai. Otherwise, if they are disobedient, we will be beyond our reach."

"Here, I have to help me choose one. You can each give me a roster." After saying this, the attendant brought mint water just right.

Feng Sen took a sip and felt a chill hit his forehead.

"Jieshuai." Wei Xunzhi, who was chatting with his attendants, suddenly walked to Feng Sen's side. His expression was a little strange. "In Bremen, a priest came to report that a group of Han people suddenly appeared from the forest. There are thousands of people. They have come here under the leadership of the bannermen. Do you want to meet?"

Chapters 3 and [-] Taoist Priests Among Han Immigrants

Riding out of Hamburg City, crossing the Elbe River and heading north, Feng Sen led a group of twenty or thirty riders and ran all the way in the direction of the refugees.

According to Wei Xunzhi, the refugees had arrived near Stade under the leadership of the Eight Banners.

The wanton sunlight shone on his body, making people's bones itchy. Feng Sen narrowed his eyes and raised his head slightly, letting the warm light and cool wind alternately fall on his face.

"It's such a fine weather. If it wasn't for the busy business today, I should go out with you for an outing." After a gloomy and gloomy winter, Feng Sen was in a much happier mood in such a beautiful weather.

"That's right." Zhang Shicheng set up an awning with his hands and looked into the distance, "Why don't you take an hour to go out for a walk with Mrs. Jieshuai after interviewing these refugees."

"Well, that's fine." Feng Sen said with a smile.

Gisela's pregnancy gave everyone a shot in the arm, which proved that Feng Sen didn't have that problem. In other words, no matter who it is, having and being able to have is the most important thing.

Since Stade is close to the coast, as the group got closer, the salty smell in the air became more and more intense, mixed with the moisture of the river and the earthy smell of the grass blades, it reminded me of going to the beach in spring when I was a child.

"Jie Shuai, look there, there should be refugees." Zhang Shicheng pointed not far away.

In the direction Zhang Shicheng pointed, about 1000 Han refugees, led by donkeys or horses, walked slowly along the river under the leadership of a dozen Eight Banners Ding and Baoyi, and the leader standing at the front seemed to be an old Taoist priest.

"Go up and have a look."

Leading the Han refugees forward was the guard of Qianhu in Stade, Niu Zhihao, that is, the Saxon boy Dick who followed Feng Sen to invade the Vikings.

"Jieshuai." Niu Zhihao bowed his hands immediately when he saw Feng Sen, and Feng Sen was no stranger to him. After all, Stade is not far from Hamburg, and Niu Zhihao also had to come to Hamburg to learn Chinese and the art of war.

"En." Feng Sen nodded, patted Niu Zhihao on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, and then smelled, "Boy Dick, who is the leader of these refugees, do you know?"

Niu Zhihao immediately moved away, revealing the thin body of the old Taoist priest: "This is Mr. Lin Changji."

The old Taoist priest looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with gray hair, and wearing a somewhat shabby robe, not the kind with wide sleeves, but the plain blue and black everyday plainclothes Taoist robe.

Lin Changji waved his fly whisk, stretched out his right hand and tied it, and said in a melodious voice as if singing: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, I have seen Lin Changji in the poor road building, and I have seen the general."

Feng Sen crossed his hands and returned the salute: "Where did the old man come from?"

"If it was before, I would still be able to say where, but now, I don't know how to say it after traveling thousands of miles to the end of the world." The old Taoist sighed softly, "The old Taoist is originally from Lingnan, and this trip started from Luoyang. come."

"Why are you here at the 'end of the world'?" Feng Sen asked curiously.

The old Taoist pointed to the west and said: "The sun rises from the mountain, and the sun sets into the sea. Isn't this the end of the sky and the earth, can it be somewhere else? Besides, I watched the stars last night. In the same season, the astrology is actually different. Isn't this enough to explain?"

Hearing this, Feng Sen's eyes lit up, this old Taoist is really observant.

Taoist priests in this era are absolutely advanced technical talents, because they not only study chemistry (alchemy) but also astronomy (stargazing),

At this time, Wang Sima on the side suddenly interjected: "Where did Taoist Lin learn from?"

"Pindao is a disciple of Chang'an Hou Shaowei."

Wang Sima immediately stood up in awe, cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, it turns out he is a disciple of Daoist Shaowei."

Feng Sen turned to Wei Xunzhi in a daze and asked, "Who is Hou Shaowei?"

Wei Xunzhi explained in a low voice, "It's the disciple of Master Yin Wencao, the master of Louguan Taoism."

"I see." Feng Sen nodded, "Who is Yin Wencao?"

Wang Sima accused Lin Changji of his guilt, and explained to Feng Sen: "Back then Gaozong set up the Haotian Temple for Taizong, and the owner of the temple was Master Yin of the Louguan sect."

The so-called Lou Guan Dao is actually a Daoist sect of Taoism, even one of the most powerful Taoist sects in the Tang Dynasty, and sometimes even one of them can be eliminated.

That is to say, Feng Sen doesn't pay much attention to these things, and Liaodong is located in a remote place, and there are Nestorian shamanism around him, so he naturally has no impression of Lou Guan.

The difference between Louguan Taoism and other Taoist sects is that they take Yin Xi as their patriarch, who is the little official who intercepted Lao Tzu when he was riding a green bull out of customs, and pestered Lao Tzu to write the Tao Te Ching.

Just like this, the Louguan school respects the "Tao Te Ching" and "Lao Zi Hua Hu Jing" as classics, and vehemently argues that Sakyamuni was enlightened by Lao Tzu.

The Louguan School originated in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, formally appeared in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and achieved great development in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. However, the reason why they became the largest school in the Tang Dynasty is very simple.

At the beginning of the chaos of the Sui Dynasty, Qi Hui, the leader of the Louguan sect at that time, did not know whether he really succeeded in stargazing or just did a small thing with political vision.

He stud Li Yuan.

Not only did he hand out the "Fu Ming" to the Li family before the dust settled, to prove the destiny, even when the Li family was short of food, Lou Guandao took out the stored food and offered it, and then he ran around to build momentum for the Li family .

Qihui managed to secure the prosperity of Louguan for 400 years with his small, broad and big, intense and exciting, but it was a pity that it was destroyed and hidden in the early Yuan Dynasty, completely annihilated in the long river of history.

After listening to Wang Sima's explanation, Feng Sen finally understood the situation. He nodded and said to the old Taoist with a smile, "These refugees are all Han Chinese, and I will resettle them myself. It's just that this place belongs to the world of Nestorianism, which is very different from the Central Plains. If you want to resettle them, it will be a little troublesome."

Lin Changji's face remained unchanged: "I'm a poor man, with three or five disciples, I don't know what Jieshuai wants me to do?"

"As expected of Master Lin, I can really tell what I'm thinking." Feng Sen said with a playful smile, "I don't know what the master and these disciples will do?"

"My Louguan sect collects various schools, learns from each other's strengths and complements its weaknesses, and cultivates both internally and externally. It can eat qi and swallow talismans to the fullest, and it can also collect cinnamon sand and return them as bait.

As for treating people, Fulu, Danding, etc. are not omnipotent, but the disciples of the old Taoist have their own strengths. "When Lin Changji said this, his tone finally brought a bit of self-confidence.

"Then do you know about distillation and concentration?"

"Distilled and concentrated, what is that?"

Feng Sen described things like distillation and concentration one by one.

"Oh, so it's this." A young Taoist said with a smile, "It's just a method of extracting amalgam. I don't need to bother Master, I can help you."

Feng Sen was very happy: "Okay, okay, like this, Wei Xunzhi, you take them to the camp to resettle. Daoist Lin will leave two people to comfort people's hearts, and the rest will come with me and ask for important matters."

On the way back, Feng Sen was in a better mood, and even hummed a ditty, what a talent in chemistry and astronomy, whoring for nothing was so enjoyable.

With this group of people, the progress of the Allicin Project will definitely be greatly advanced.

Allicin is something that has an effect similar to penicillin. To some extent, it can be regarded as a low-level penicillin. It can be said to be the simplest antibiotic to prepare.

As long as the garlic is crushed and mixed with air, allicin will be produced, but unfortunately the content is extremely low.

Feng Sen calculated that to rely on the allicin in garlic to prevent wound inflammation or bacterial diseases, a person would have to eat [-] kilograms to be effective.

It is said that the preparation is much simpler than penicillin, but Feng Sen is still not able to achieve the required technology and productivity.

First of all, the original distillation device, due to technical problems, the modern design of the distillation device actually cannot achieve the desired effect, and the alcohol content produced is not high enough.

Then there is the problem of concentration operation. Feng Sen doesn't have professional alchemists to help operate these troublesome chemical devices, and those few apprentices who are sloppy can only scratch their heads at the alchemy that is full of Latin.

Although a lot of effort has been made, the perfume can be made, but allicin is still not produced. The first is the craftsmanship, and the second is the operation.

These two things are the fields that most need technical talents, but Feng Sen's poor place can't find technical talents in this field.