The First Tyrant of Daxia

Miyamoto was flattered and looked at him deeply.

Then he said slowly: "Since I came from outside the territory, after getting off the boat, I have passed through mountains and rivers all over the country. No matter the state, county, or even the village, every citizen there lives a warm and well-fed life."

"This is a good thing. Daxia has achieved something that other countries cannot do. It is prosperous and thriving."

"Everyone is proud of Da Xia, but this is also the reason why too much pride and complacency are bred, and there is no room for others in their eyes."

"At least, that's what I thought."

"With villages all over the country in such a state, one can only imagine how bad the situation is in the imperial capital under the emperor's feet."

Having said this, he paused for a while, as if he was struggling with whether he should continue.

Tong Wei couldn't help but pursed her red lips: "Isn't this good?"

"Everyone is proud of Daxia and regards Your Majesty as a god. Be brave, brave, and unyielding!"

"They really don't need to take foreigners seriously. This is the pride of Daxia!"

Hearing this, Miyamoto said nothing.

His identity really makes it unsuitable for him to say certain things.

At the side, Qin Yun touched Tong Wei's head. Her hair was soft and fragrant.

He suddenly said profoundly: "There are different kinds of pride. There is the pride of kings, princes, generals and ministers, the pride of my eleventh brother, and the pride of Wang Wei and others in the past."

“Pride is also a double-edged sword.”

"The nobility has fallen, but a new nobility has risen."

Miyamoto was stunned, his eyes were amazed, he really hit the nail on the head!

Tong Wei frowned and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

Qin Yun smiled and said, "Just like Wang Wei, just like the Shi family back then, they are aristocrats."

"That's what nobles are like. They can only see their own light and ignore the desires of others."

"So, I win!"

"Today's Daxia, among all the countries in the world, is also a noble country. It is powerful, rich, unrivaled, and formidable."

"The same logic applies. The people of Daxia have forgotten the fear of hunger, cold, and uncertainty. They are no longer as vigilant as before."

"Mr. Miyamoto, is this what you mean?" Qin Yun suddenly looked at him.

Tong Wei seemed to understand but not quite.

Miyamoto shuddered and laughed dryly, "Your Majesty, I am only talking about the local customs and practices, not the politics of the court. Please don't think too much about it."

Qin Yun saw through it but didn't say anything. He reached out and lifted the curtain of the carriage, looking at the snow and the rising sun outside.

Exhaling a puff of white mist.

He looked far and said, "This is human nature and reality. No one can do anything about it."

"But as long as the court remains vigilant and keeps the blood of the beast, then all this will not matter."

Miyamoto also seemed to be a person who reads a lot and has good conversation skills. At this moment, he couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, can you guarantee a hundred years, or a thousand years?"

Hearing this, Qin Yun immediately smiled.

"Hahaha!"

"I didn't expect that the person who said this to me would be you, a half-Japanese."

"This is something that countless emperors dare not guarantee, including me."

"But in my opinion, each generation has its own tasks. At least, I will bring Daxia to an unprecedented height. Even if it declines in the future, the nation will not suffer!"

Miyamoto admired and said: "Your Majesty, you have done it."

"No, not even close!" Qin Yun said loudly, his eyes shining with divine light.

Miyamoto shuddered, his eyes widened, what does "far away" mean?

They are so rich and powerful, they have destroyed the Turks in the south and the Jurchens in the north, could they really...!

He didn't dare ask any further.

Qin Yun didn't say anything else.

The carriage quickly became quiet.

Three days later, we arrived at the shipyard.

Along the way, everything went smoothly, and the relationship between Qin Yun and Miyamoto seemed to have become closer, much closer despite the gap between them.

Qin Yun managed to find out a lot of information about Miyamoto bit by bit.

The most important point is that he prefers Japan!

Although he is half Han.

In the middle reaches of the Grand Canal, an area of ​​ten miles in radius was requisitioned, a large number of troops were on alert, and countless horse-drawn carriages were constantly being transported in and out.

Three more official roads alone were added!

There were countless clanging sounds of blacksmithing, and the craftsmen were dragging large blocks of iron frantically with their bare arms.

The huge furnace, gurgling with hot steam, came out from the top of the tower.

The Grand Canal was endless, with surging waters and many official ships moored on it. However, those were not the warships Qin Yun wanted, and were far from the level of "steel behemoths".

Tang Jian, Vice Minister of Works Chang Qiu, Governor of Shipbuilding Guo Yu and others had already come to greet them. The team was huge, with at least a thousand people.

Almost all of them are front-line workers in the shipyard.

"We pay our respects to His Majesty. Long live His Majesty!"

"Wow, so many people, so many boats, such fun." Tong Wei's big eyes sparkled, and she could hardly contain herself and started jumping up and down.

Qin Yun looked around and saw the densely packed factory buildings and the large iron lumps that had not yet been completed. For a moment, he felt ambitious and aroused!

This densely packed steel behemoth has already begun to take on some of the feel of the industrial age.

If all this is completed and driven to the sea, it will be terrible!

When Miyamoto saw the scale of the shipyard, he couldn't help but gasp! !

When he saw the endless flow of steel, he seemed to understand everything in an instant. This was not to build a ship, this was simply to build an "Iron Pagoda on the Sea"!

Daxia's investment is much greater than Sakai's guess.

Miyamoto began to panic. How could he still leave when he saw such a secret?

At this time, Qin Yun untied his golden cloak and stepped forward.

"My dears, get up!"

"It's freezing cold on the Grand Canal. Thank you for your hard work during this period."

Everyone was ashamed and refused to look up: "We are ashamed of your majesty's trust and expectations, and we dare not stand up."

Qin Yun waved his hand: "Shipbuilding is a long and arduous task, and you have done a great job."

"I have brought you a master shipbuilder this time. I believe there will be some progress soon."

Hearing this, everyone looked up and looked for something.

Master shipbuilder?

You know, basically everyone in Daxia who knows about shipbuilding is here.

"Miyamoto." Qin Yun turned around and shouted.

He took a deep breath, walked out, and bowed to everyone, appearing very inconspicuous.

"Your Majesty, may I ask who he is...?" Tang Jian narrowed his eyes. He didn't mean to look down on him, he was just curious about his origins.

"He is half Japanese. I spent a lot of money to invite him here. All of you are not allowed to exclude him or squeeze him!"

"We will only have academic exchanges about ships, and nothing else."

Qin Yun said this seriously, and then spoke again in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"This time, I will stay for a month and personally recruit some water talents on both sides of the Grand Canal."

"And you must build a mid-level warship within a month, otherwise you will all resign!"

"Did you hear that?!" he shouted, boosting morale.

Everyone was startled. Blame Xia Ye? Why did His Majesty suddenly become so strict?

In fact, Qin Yun’s main point was to tell Miyamoto that if you want to delay time, it’s impossible. I don’t have that much patience.