The First Tyrant of Daxia

Of course, if you want to develop into a true industrial empire, it is an extremely long road.

Even in our developed modern times, it took thousands of years of development to reach that point.

It is extremely unrealistic to develop airplanes and cannons at present.

But there is still hope for the development of some steam-age things such as muskets.

Before Qin Yun made the musket, he had thought about developing these things. Unfortunately, Da Xia had not found suitable coal resources yet. Most of the coal mines were small, and he had already exhausted all his efforts to research the red cannon and musket.

Not to mention researching other things.

If the coal resources here are really a large coal mine, Qin Yun feels that he must take it over no matter what!

Damao still didn't understand what Qin Yun meant.

But this is not important. Qin Yun has already sent a message to Lu Bai, asking him to find out whether it is coal.

Gongsun Wan'er noticed the change in Qin Yun's expression and became more and more curious. She wanted to know how important coal was and why Qin Yun was so interested in it.

In Daxia, people basically use firewood for heating, and the use of coal is almost zero. If Qin Yun hadn't dug coal mines in Daxia, these precious resources would probably not have been discovered and utilized by anyone.

Murong Shunhua had no feeling about the so-called coal. She couldn't help but chop the slave owners with the sword in her slender fingers.

Qin Yun made a few random remarks to Gongsun Wan'er, his mind already on the coal.

The scope of this knowledge is too huge. Even if Gongsun Wan'er is very smart, it is not easy for her to understand it clearly.

Gongsun Wan'er was very dissatisfied with Qin Yun's evasion and began to walk around the room.

"It's such a small place, how are you all going to sleep?" Gongsun Wan'er looked around, "There's not even a bed."

Damao said, "We don't need beds, and we can't afford them."

"Then how do you sleep?"

Da Mao pointed to the ground and said, "We'll be on the ground. The younger ones can lay some straw."

"Ah?" Gongsun Wan'er was a little surprised, "The ground is very dirty."

Da Mao smiled bitterly and said, "We don't even have a place to sleep, why are you complaining about it being dirty?"

Gongsun Wan'er was shocked. She was born in an aristocratic family in Daxia and lived a life of luxury. She had never considered that there were people in this world who didn't even have a bed.

"Sister will buy you a bed." Gongsun Wan'er took out gold coins and prepared to give them to Damao.

Damao shook his head and refused: "No need, sister. This room can only hold one bed. If it does, there will be no room for others to sleep."

Gongsun Wan'er was stunned for a moment, then said, "Then you can use the money to buy a big house."

Hearing this, Damao shook his head even harder: "Mother said that we have to rely on our own efforts to become better."

"Heh~ Do you think robbing people on the road can be considered self-reliance?" Qin Yun couldn't help but sneer.

Da Mao was not ashamed at all: "We robbed the rich and unkind merchants, the brave knights in the mountains! The way of chivalry is noble and sacred, and you, a foreigner, don't understand it at all!"

"I don't understand."

Qin Yun raised his eyebrows. "But your so-called chivalry, I killed countless people with one swing of my sword."

"You!" Damao was so angry that he was speechless when he remembered that he had asked others for help.

Murong Shunhua said: "Okay, stop arguing."

Qin Yun smiled faintly. He was too lazy to quarrel with a little brat.

Da Mao pulled Gongsun Wan'er and said, "Sister, let me show you our mother's handwriting. Her handwriting is so beautiful."

In Da Mao's eyes, Qin Yun was a very powerful man, but very fierce. Murong Shunhua was extremely beautiful and righteous, but precisely because of this, Da Mao felt that she was as pure and noble as the legendary goddess who should not be desecrated.

Only the lively and playful Gongsun Wan'er looked kind and amiable.

"Your mother knows how to write?" Gongsun Wan'er was a little surprised.

Da Mao nodded seriously, "Yes, but we can't understand it."

Gongsun Wan'er learned a lot of knowledge, including about Western writing and language. After all, with Qin Yun's expansion of territory, trade with countries around the world would be inevitable in the future.

Gongsun Ruoshui also took this into consideration and found many people to teach Gongsun Wan'er.

Therefore, she is proficient in Western writing and language.

"Take me to see it!" A hint of curiosity flashed in Gongsun Wan'er's smart eyes.

"follow me."

Da Mao pulled Gongsun Wan'er to a pair of firewood as if he was showing off his favorite toy.

"Your mother wrote with firewood?"

Gongsun Wan'er looked confused and picked up a piece of firewood under Da Mao's instructions.

At a glance, she discovered the mystery.

There were some deeply carved words on the firewood.

What shocked Gongsun Wan'er was that the words on it were in the language of Daxia!

Looking at the above content more carefully, Gongsun Wan'er felt quite familiar with the series of statements such as "people are the most important, the king is the least important, and the country is the third most important".

"Were these all written by your mother?" Gongsun Wan'er turned around and looked at Damao in disbelief.

Damao nodded: "Yes, these were all written by our mother with a knife."

"Knife? Write it down?" Gongsun Wan'er was stunned for a moment and continued to check the words on the firewood.

When she saw the words on the firewood, she was stunned.

"Qin Yun?"

"Ok?"

Qin Yun looked at Gongsun Wan'er and scolded her with a smile, "Gongsun Wan'er, you are so arrogant that you dare to call me by my name? Do you believe I will spank you?"

Gongsun Wan'er waved her hands quickly and said, "No, Your Majesty, I didn't say that. It was written on the firewood and I just read it out."

Qin Yun chuckled and said, "Do you think I'm a fool? Are you still deceiving me? There aren't many people in the West who understand Daxia culture, let alone in this remote mountain village?"

"No, Your Majesty, your name is really written on it!"

Gongsun Wan'er was so angry that she took the firewood and placed it in front of Qin Yun.

Qin Yun took the firewood doubtfully, and took a quick look. He saw that the words "Qin Yun" were indeed written on it, every stroke was extremely neat.

"Damn it, it's true!"

Qin Yun observed it carefully and found that the carving marks on it were already mature and not newly carved.

"Did your mother really write the words on this piece of firewood?"

When Qin Yun saw this piece of firewood, he had already thought of thousands of possibilities in his mind.

Damao nodded and said, "Yes, this piece of firewood was written by our mother."

"Do you know what's written on it?"

"Know!"

"It says 'Qin Yun', which represents a person's name."