How much can a pre-industrial era prosper?

A small port has overtaken more than half of East Asia's trade volume, and there are as many as 100 ships entering and leaving every day. The farthest voyage has arrived at the Red Sea. Hangzhou Bay was played with the style of an international port by Mao Jue's East India Company.

But this helmman is not as relaxed and happy as people imagine.

The noisy shouts were endless. It was from the shareholders' conference room of the six-layer glass dome not far away. After listening carefully, you could feel the irritability in the tone of these wealthy people. The office door was constantly knocked, and the sweet and nice voice of the female assistant came in anxiously.

"Miss, everyone is waiting for you!"

"Are you here?"

But with so many voices, Luo Ning sat in front of her desk in a daze. There were already a lot of thick copywriting, and each piece was shockingly covered with a big red cross with a cinnabar pen.

The white and tender face as if it were freshly peeled off the egg white, gradually filled with fear, helplessness, and a trace of deep fear. As the noise became stronger and stronger, finally, as if he had found a life-saving straw, from the box at the bottom of the desk, Luo Ning took out a black leather notebook and opened it. His hands were trembling violently. The beautiful small calligraphy on weekdays were gone, and some ink beads even splashed out. After writing, because of panic, he didn't even have time to wait for the ink trace to dry up. Luo Ning had already closed the notebook heavily and placed it in the basket to be delivered.

At this moment, with a bang, the executive director's office was suddenly knocked away. Her close female assistant stood behind in horror and timidly. In front were three rich young men wearing coats similar to those of later Zhongshan suits and wearing overalls. Two men and one woman, their faces were not very good-looking. Looking at the panicked Luo Ning, they only maintained a polite attitude in their face, and their voices were as cold as ice slags.

"Executive Master, the board of directors is waiting for you and needs an explanation!"

"If you are still procrastinating, the board of directors can only solve it through the major shareholder!!!"

.........

On the other end, the Northland, Baoketu.

The rich smoke and dust, the strange fire, the sound of fear, the sound of help, and the sound of fighting were heard.

Walking in a confused manner in the spacious but empty palace, white silk ghosts hung on the beams and pillars like a cold, lonely, and suffocating fear was always biting Zhu Da’s heart, her chest was suppressed as if a big stone was pressed. Her hands and feet were stiff and she wanted to suffocate in front.

"No!!!"

The familiar but sharp whistlebrating sound suddenly reached her ears. The fear made Zhu Mei tremble as if she turned around and ran away, but an unknown force was tying her, making her lean in that direction.

Puff~

A stream of red blood suddenly turned the white silk hanging on the hall red. With a thump, something fell heavily to the ground. Fear finally completely swallowed Zhu Mei. She covered her little mouth with one hand. She turned around suddenly and ran back in horror.

However, the light and shadow suddenly interlaced. She clearly escaped from the palace, but the next step was that she had just stepped into the palace. The ground was full of rich blood, and corpses were lying there, sister, sister, mother, Concubine Yuan, and Li, and the nightmare that she would never forget, the figure, the pale face, sad eyes, messy hair, and a long sword dripping with blood were all placed in front of her.

"Why did you have your family? Why did you have your family!!!"

In the sharp roar like a crow, the blood-dropping sword raised high towards her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In screaming, Changping sat up with a loud bang, his movements were too fierce. A heavy thing turned down from her chest and rolled down on her strong thighs. The sweat beads had wet their foreheads and the ends of their hair were sticky and sticky on them.

It turned out to be a dream!

I wanted to wipe the sweat with my hands, but after sucking it twice, I still couldn't move my silk threads. My little hands were tied behind my back by Han Xiaomo, who was so cute. I don't know if it was tied or pressed. My whole arm was numb. The culprit who was pressing on his bulging breasts as a pillow, which made me sleep comfortably on his thighs, which made Changping curl up his tied thighs.

But at this moment, a fierce knock on the door suddenly started. Outside the door, a loud voice with a strong Mongolian accent shouted anxiously, and there was a hint of rapid tremor in the voice.

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

"Official army, the official army and Zarut Mongolia, kill! Kill it!"

He was shocked and wanted to get out of bed, but his whole body was tied up and Changping struggled for two consecutive times. In anxiety, her hard little butt moved backwards, causing Han Xiaomo's little head to fall on the bed, and then his little feet, which were tied together, stepped on her face without hesitation.

"Wake up!!!"

.........

It was still the glass overpass corridor between the Sanzi Building, but the well-dressed directors of the Shanxi Business Association were replaced by the dirty-wearing Bansheng coal workers. The windows on each floor, and the man with old muskets and bows and arrows, were nervously guarding.

Angtu Ri, Zhao Dazhuang, and even Zhang Junrong have arrived here early.

His hands and feet were numb, and he was very hungry when he was going up the stairs without falling. He held the handrail and then Changping stood firm. As several leaders watched in shock, he staggered to the aisle window.

"What's going on?"

Ungerturi didn't say anything, and he didn't need to explain, because in a blink of an eye, the vast Baoketu grassland had already appeared in front of Changping.

On the left, the Sulu Ding Flag was hung with a ball of yak hair floating in the wind. The messy Mongolian light cavalry carried her pastoral bows and held a machete in her hands, screaming like a mad dog. The dense cavalry lined up, and I don’t know how many layers.

However, they are only considered threats, and the right side is completely deadly.

The battle column was formed, with two legions in a row and three rows, and the edge was a cavalry brigade. Between the leading and gaps of the legion, the two horses pulled heavy field cannons and pressed deep ruts on the soft grass. The thick military formation was overwhelming like the black sea at high tide, and the bayonets carried on the shoulders of the privates floated a layer of sword mountain on the sea.

Dozens of Ming characters, Mao characters, and Tian characters are full of evil spirits, flying in the air.

Even though he had inspected the Beijing Army and the merged Northern Army with Mao Jue, Changping still felt a sense of suffocation when he truly faced this army and couldn't help but shout.

"So fast!"

Also full of shock, and for a few seconds, Zhao Dazhuang lowered his voice and said in a low and rapid manner: "In addition to the man who was asked back from Sunit's tribe and Weng's tribe, the coal mine can now be about 10,000 yuan. If it is dragged for a few days, some on the edge of the desert..."

"How many days?"

This nervous preparation for the war was suddenly interrupted by laughter, full of mockery, Zhang Junrong sneered disdainfully: "How many days do you think you can delay it? Naive!"

"Old thing, please say it again?"

The neck was covered with blue veins, and Zhao Dazhuang tilted his head and was about to pounce on him, but he ignored him and stretched out his hand. Zhang Junrong said with a smile.

"Open your dog's eyes and see clearly! The First Corps of Shanxi Town, which is on the far right, is built by the First to Fourth Regiments of the Hegang Corps, led by the Minister of Revenue and the Grand Secretary of the Wuying Palace, to build the main corps for the backbone. In Wula, Jilin, this army fought hard over more than 100,000 main forces of the Eight Banners of the Jurchens. In the Shanhaiguan War, it resisted Li Chuang's more than 500,000 troops in turn attacks for several days, dragging the army to the general attack moment of strategic siege!"

"The unit behind the left, with a few red dots on the armor, was the Fifth Corps of Shanxi, built with the Yizhou Enclaves Group as the backbone. Even if you don't like those reckless men, I would like to praise them. At that time, this group of mistresses was the first to kill the old bastard of Tokugawa Iegura. If you fight your life, no one will be more wild than them."

With his fingers retracted, his face full of pride and disdain, Zhang Junrong continued with a smile: "Not to mention those meritorious legions, just those newly built ordinary legions, a regular soldier has also experienced thousands of kilometers of training, hundreds of thousands of assassination training, and thousands of target shooting training. Single-soldier fighting is enough to knock down a few people. A fierce man who uses murder as his profession is based on you..."

Zhang Junrong didn't continue, but the entire leader of Bansheng became silent again.

"Your Highness."

"kindness!"

From the bag she carried with her, Changping took out his news record book and handed it out: "Send someone to hand it over to Qu Shisi and Tian Tao, I believe they should be able to negotiate!"

Ang Turi's eyes fell on Zhang Junrong, but the stinky and hard old police chief stood behind Changping with his arms in silence, shook his head helplessly, took over the news, and the leader of Bansheng handed it to Han Xiaomo again.

"Xiao Mo, please go and have a trip!"

"Xiao Mo understands, please ensure that you complete the task!"

The boy didn't know the feeling of sorrow, so he took the book angrily. Then the girl from the grassland ran down the stairs in a hurry. After a while, a horseman was holding a white flag and ran out alone in front of the vast army.

As Changping and others were almost suffocating, facing her, the two strong cavalry suddenly rushed out of the military formation easily captured the girl like a chicken, put it under their crotch and ran back to the military formation. After only half a minute, the Shanxi Legion, which was still rolling into the tide, finally stopped abruptly.

Even Zhu Ma couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The other leaders' tense bodies suddenly relaxed and looked at each other contemptuously, but Zhang Junrong himself couldn't help but secretly let out a breath of turbid air.

After a few minutes passed, Han Xiaomo hurried back to the Baoketu Coal Mine again.
Chapter completed!