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In Mo Ming's view, it was not easy to move this empire. Especially in the past few years.

Regardless of whether it was his own Mo Clan or the Daoists that the other ministers believed in, they all emphasized on recuperating. As one of the emperor's trusted aides, Mo Ming knew that the Emperor of Weiyang Palace, who liked to address others as Nion all day, also wished for a speedy recovery.

However, things did not turn out as he wished.

Back then, the man had been founded because of the brutality of the Qin's rule. The people could not bear it any longer and had risen to prominence.

Even though the war did not allow the burly man and his ally, the overlord of the West Chu to overthrow the Qin Empire.

However, they also split up a large piece of land from Qin Feng's hands.

However, Qin Yun was still alive.

Thus, the proud Emperor of the Qin, Ying Zheng, was also constantly thinking about the territory that the big man had split up into.

As a result, an army was deployed almost every year to take back the lost land.

Fortunately, the military system of the Qin and Han dynasties was strong among the other countries as well. That was why they were barely able to keep the country from collapsing.

However, because of the war, the ideal of resting was getting further and further away from the country.

Later on, as the war went on in the west, the burly man was able to rely on the aristocrats of Kansai to fight against the Qin nation alone.

As a result, the people of Guanzhong and Guandong were able to recuperate.

This was the origin of the eastern and western aristocrats as well as the royal family's three kingdoms.

However, the rest of Guan Dong and Guanzhong were broken because of a business deal by Zhao Kuangyin, the emperor of Song Dynasty.

At first, when Liu Bang heard that Emperor Song wanted him to join the war in the north, he didn't want to.

After all, you can't just tell me to fight, you have to give me a reason!

After all, Guan Dong and Guanzhong had planned to rest. If I suddenly start a war in the east, the people will definitely scold me, right?

However, when Emperor Song's emissary threw out a huge pile of chips, the terrified burly man immediately submitted to Emperor Song's fried rice … Pui! Under the silver bullet attack.

Dozens of economic support projects that could enhance the strength of the Darkhan Kingdom after the war left the aristocrats and Liu Bang in awe.

When they told everyone that the Song Emperor had persuaded Qin Huang to go on an expedition to the Huns this year, he stopped his attack on the big man. The aristocrats in the west cheered even more.

Even though they were used to years of war and war, they would not be happy if the war were to end forever.

However, they also knew the disadvantages of being a militant. Therefore, they were happy to have a year of rest.

Therefore, when the Emperor and all the nobles came to an agreement, a war against the Liao Kingdom was brazenly launched at the end of last summer.

Before the war, he had already received a deposit from the Song Emperor — a large amount of materials to support the army.

This made it less stressful for the prefecture lord and the Grand Slave to prepare for the war.

However, since the beginning of spring, a problem had been exposed in front of the Empire — the burly man was unable to send enough supplies to the frontline at least 5000 miles away through the long supply line.

After all, the army already numbered three hundred thousand, even if it was just the soldiers in the pass. As for the counties in the north, Guan Dong's soldiers and some of the nobles' private troops were even more numerous.

Even though the Song Emperor had already contracted all of the soldiers to eat. Even Liu Bang of the imperial palace of the State of Liaoning had, for the first time in his life, eaten sea cucumbers gifted by the Song Emperor. This emperor, who had never seen the sea before, felt the deliciousness of seafood.

However, the problem of the remaining weapons could only be resolved by the burly man himself.

However, almost a million soldiers needed to replenish their armors, weapons, and fuel for the maintenance of the crossbows and crossbows. It was not a small number.

Thus, even though the Song Emperor had taken care of the men in the army, the remaining pressure on them was still enough to make them suffer.

In just one winter, 50% of the vehicles used by the burly man to transport goods had been scrapped!

And when the Liaoning State harassed the logistics troops of the big men, 40% of the materials sent to the frontlines fell into the hands of the enemies.

This was very helpless, but it was a reality.

However, logistics still had to be organized. After all, they couldn't possibly let the big man's soldiers use stones and wooden sticks to fight the army of the State of Liao!

"Sigh. In the past, he hadn't felt there was any problem fighting in the country. However, in this external battle, all the problems were immediately revealed. "Seriously, it seems like we big guys still need to recuperate." Mo Ming looked at the statistics in his hands and couldn't help but sigh.

Therefore, when Mo Ming returned to the courtyard where the government office was located to soothe his nerves, he became very impatient when he heard that someone had come to offer a 'Iron Caravan' outside.

"Yet another craftsman from the countryside has come to present a treasure?"

Qin Nation's rewards and punishments were strict. Therefore, those craftsmen in the countryside often hoped that the things they offered would be rewarded, such as the exemption from even more labor or the reward of hundreds of gold coins.

It was the same for the Han State, which had a similar system to the Qin.

However, from his point of view, those who came to the Young Manor to present their treasures were usually people in the backwater of the village. In fact, they were quite ordinary and had seen many masters.

If there really was a person who was stupid enough to make a God Equipment, how could they not be stupid enough to hide it and think of ways to make money from it, even foolishly giving it up just for a little reward?

When he saw that the person who came was actually a eleven or twelve-year-old child, his dissatisfaction reached its peak.

"Yellow-furred kid, are you here to tease laozi?" As a member of the Mo family, Mo Ming had a good temper.

But throughout the winter, he had been under pressure from countless workers.

Seeing that the person was only eleven or twelve years old, he still felt like he was being teased, and the pressure that had been building up over the course of the winter erupted in an instant. Honestly, he had already managed to put up a good front by not chasing Zhuge Liang away.

However, Zhuge Liang had come prepared. Naturally, he did not feel that he should be treated unfairly.

He looked at Mo Ming, and imitated an adult's neither humble nor haughty gesture as he cupped his hands and said, "Whether this student is deceiving you or is truly capable, sire, you might as well take a look first. It won't be too late to make a decision after seeing the treasures that I've offered. "

Hearing this, Mo Ming remained unmoved.

He had actually heard these words countless times.

It was just that in the past, these words were said by other unreliable craftsmen. And those craftsmen had already disappointed him countless times.

This time, it was an even more unreliable yellow-haired boy who spoke.

This made Mo Ming even more unable to trust him.

He waved his hand and said to the subordinate, "Get him out of the way. Don't let him interfere with our work. I now bear the burden of the fate of the burly soldiers. There's no room for any interference. "

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

It was a young but vigorous voice

He said to Mo Ming, "Uncle Ming, you don't trust Xiao Liang, but please trust my father and I. I assure you that Little Liang is speaking the truth with the credibility of the Li family's eldest son! "

Mo Ming looked in that direction and saw Li Zi Cheng standing there, smiling at him.

A puzzled expression appeared on Mo Ming's face as he asked, "Zi Cheng, if you weren't helping your father out in the clouds, what were you doing in Chang'an?"