Power and Empire Chapter 1263: The legacy of the prophet (1)
When I woke up, it was noon, and the sunlight outside the window filled the sky quietly. Only the fat man was left alone on the big bed.
Or really received the influence of the doctrine of the sky yesterday. The fat man felt that this was the most relaxing morning in this period of time. There were no wars, conspiracies, blood, conflicts, people’s minds and other troubles, only This pure sunshine is like countless points of light, and there is a burst of laughter from the Muyaco maid out of the window that is as crisp and refreshing as a bird,
"Have your majesty risen?" Muyacordil came with a heavy voice, the door opened a little, and as the sun drifted in, there was a very moving voice saying, "No, it's not yet. Wake up!" The fat man recognized that it was the voice of the noble girl Ai Xi from Muyak.
In the past two days, this stubborn woman has been using herself as a losing bet as a reason to dominate her daily life. The fat man snorted, "Little Nizi won't come in yet!"
Aish exclaimed cheerfully, "Oh! So I was sleeping. The pretty figure covered the door, rushed to bed, ignored everything and got into the fat man's arms, and said softly, "You know? Just now the patriarch has read the prophet’s oracle. The curse of our clan for hundreds of years has finally been lifted. We don’t have to stay here anymore. Now everyone is grateful to your majesty. I really believe it! "The fat man gently brushed Aish's waterfall-like hair with his hand, and said a little bit angry and funny." This is all a gimmick made by your team leader Muya Cordier. The altar of Red Earth City has collapsed. If you can't find one With a reasonable explanation, the son of the patriarch Muyakudil was sad. It was precisely because of this co-existence and death that he made a request from me for a new resettlement site. I have promised to make the previous sparsely populated place. The Puerto Moro area is regarded as a new migration place for the Muyak tribe,
"Such an arrangement, are you satisfied?" The fat man supported Ashe's white and beautiful chin with his fingers, and looked at the attractive flame-like eyes that can burn all men to conquer the **
Experienced the perception of life and death, the fat man is unwilling to continue to refuse this wild and frank woman. The beauty is like a fragrance, and he is not a saint, so why should he be so embarrassed? Strong, who knows if continuing to refuse will cause unnecessary consequences, time is like a shadow, human life is so fragile and beautiful,
The future can never be foreseen. It’s not wrong to enjoy the present appropriately.
"What you said is true?" A stunned face flashed across Ai Xi's fair face, her shoulders trembled, her rosy lips slightly opened, revealing a row of white teeth, her hands on her shortness of breath On the chest, it is obvious that my heart is fluctuating violently
"Why? But the homeland is hard to leave?"
The fat man thought she was sad for the fact that the oracle was false, and the smirk on the corner of her mouth was a little frozen, "If you want to go to other places, I can also arrange it, north of Salander, Vikia Nou Germany, Swadian, and even the northern grasslands, as long as you propose it, I can arrange it. Anyway, a new collapse of the Red Earth City may happen at any time. This status quo is also caused by me, and I will naturally bear it. Take this responsibility!" The fat man said relievedly, "and I also have such strength" "Of course it's not good!"
Seeing the fat man with a serious look, and a sad face just now, a Muyak girl from the Muyak tribe. She suddenly chuckled, almost breathless, and revealed a charming smile. "How could it be, that's Molo! Saran!" The largest fishing ground in southern Germany, a place where you never have to worry about food. For us Muyak people who have been trapped in the wasteland for hundreds of years, is there a better paradise than Morro! Can we walk out of this red soil area in our lifetime? , To go outside to take a look at the real ocean. It used to be the lifelong wish of countless Muyak people. If it weren’t for me to be sleepy now, I would definitely tell everyone I met!” Ashe raised her pretty face, her eyes flashed With a beautiful luster
"Okay, so you dare to lie to me!" The fat man felt the beauty in his arms completely let go, and couldn't help but laugh. "It turns out that Ai Xi, the first beauty of the Muyak tribe, actually has the habit of sleeping during the day. "
Axi Qiao blushed slightly, and suddenly whispered "I hate you!"
The fat man was surprised by "Hate me?"
Aishe punched the fat man's chest weakly with a pink fist, and repeatedly whispered, "Hate you! Hate you! Hate you!" Fatty was at a loss in her heart, and couldn't help shouting, "Be careful, I haven't worn it yet." Put on the armor."
Aish pursed her little mouth and said, "Put on the armor, the ghost will hit you."
The fat man stroked her soft and dazzling hair, and asked curiously, "Tell me, what do you hate me?"
Ashe’s beautiful dual frequency blushed, and said: "Hate you to make people in full view, and have to be forced to lie, and more than once!" "Why?" Holding up the pretty face of Ai Xi beauty almost almost buried in her chest, she said solemnly, "Tell me, who forced you to lie? If you speak out, if it is rude provocation and slander, I will definitely make him regret why he was born."
As soon as these words came out, Ashe's face was even more red as blood drops, she buried her face in the fat man’s chest, struggled and hesitated inside, then suddenly raised a pair of clear star-like eyes, staring at the fat man hot. "After the test that night, the entire Muyak tribe knew that I was yours, but whenever someone asks about you, I have to panic. The lies I told in the past two days are better than those of Ai Xi It’s doubled in 16 years."
A hint of astonishment flashed across the fat man’s face, "Why?"
Ashe gave him a coquettish look, and she said arrogantly, "Do I want to tell them that you never kissed me or hugged me that night, and even let people blow outside the account? Is it a cold wind in the middle of the night? If this spreads out, I, the No. 1 beauty of the Muyak tribe, will still have face.
Fatty God is embarrassed and laughs dumbly, it's such a thing.
"Eh!" The door opened again. The old **** Muyacordil poked his head halfway in, completely ignoring the gorgeous scene in the room, and said with excitement, "Those things are brought out, your Majesty will not go and see?" Your Majesty! "Reposti, who was in charge of the command at the scene, hurriedly saluted the fat man who came over," How's the situation? , The Fatty glanced over, revealing a trace of stunnedness. The things in Muyakdir’s mouth were placed side by side on the wide flat not far from the collapsed gap of the altar. Thousands of Muyak men were struggling to use thick wood. The frame catches pieces of black heavy objects from the gap,
The neat shouting and shouting one after another, beside the heavy objects that have been lifted, the Muyak women with headkerchiefs on their heads carefully used simple wooden brushes to remove the black weight on the surface of the hundred years. The dirt is cleaned up,
On the east side of Guangping, more Muyak people are surrounding the giant steam engine that was first shipped out to lift the gate of the holy temple, pointing at them, and constantly emitting bursts of exclamation. ,
The whole scene is full of enthusiasm. From time to time, the crowd of onlookers can hear "My God, this is the holy artifact that my clan has guarded for hundreds of years! It's terrible, what kind of monsters are these! Kind of exclamation and shock. But what attracted the fat man’s eyes most was not the expected steam engine,
It’s a metal platform with the same width and narrowness that just used hundreds of manpower to lift up. It is about 45 meters long. It looks like a metal platform with a high roof. The fat man’s eyes light up. This is unique. The strange shape reminds him of something,
"Quickly, clean that up!" The fat man walked towards the metal platform that had just been put down in a little eagerness. Soon, thanks to the efforts of a group of Muyak women, after hundreds of years, the waste dust was deposited. It floats to the ground with the wooden brush, and after cleaning it, the shiny body is exposed,
"It's incredible! Is this really iron?" Muya Cordier's eyes sparkled, and his fingers carefully touched the edge of the metal platform. The cold texture of the metal came from the fingertips, proving Mu How ridiculous Yacodir’s guess is,
"I have never seen such an iron!" Reposti who was next to him took a deep breath and made an unbelievable sound.
Even if he doesn’t understand what it is, he can see how extraordinary this thing is. This weird metal table looks no different from ordinary iron in texture, but has a smooth surface after hundreds of years. ~IndoMTL.com~ There is still no trace of rust, and it fully recombines the identity of the so-called "sacred object". "It is really surprising that this is stainless steel! A metal that will never rust!"
The fat man licked his mouth and said triumphantly, "This is a machine that completely surpasses the current era. This stainless steel platform that seems to be spliced together is lined with large and small parts. To prove the true identity of this metal table,
An original but very practical textile machine. Fatty already only knows how to giggle. It really makes a profit. A giant steam engine that is intact and able to operate normally, and an epoch-making textile machine body.
The unearth of these things made the fat man faintly feel that the breath of industrial civilization is not far away from him,
Prophet Feilan is indeed a genius in machinery. Although these machines are still very crude in technology, they are enough to make fat people feel the powerful productivity of industrial civilization like an assembly line. The original driving force of the industrial revolution was the textile machine, which is simple And efficient production of cloth,
It seems simple and useless, but it has led the pulse of the civilization of the entire era, making industrial civilization truly a force that changes the world. With the steam engine and the textile machine, the fat man can imagine. With this technology being cracked, the empire The productivity will be improved to a higher level -