What the hell is "Shan Hai Jing"?

When did I read the "Shan Hai Jing"? When did I use the things in the "Shan Hai Jing" to exhale?

Du He was confused, looking at Li Er and his party who were leaving, turned to Du An who came out with him and asked, "We have the "Shan Hai Jing" in our family?"

Du An quickly shook his head: "No, when the master was there, he said, "I don't say anything strange and powerful, and I don't have any miscellaneous books at home."

"Well, that's good, there's no chance in the future. Our family doesn't believe that."

Li Er and others had already left without any trace in the distance. Du He patted his butt and turned home. When he entered the door, he suddenly stopped and stopped Du An and said gritting his teeth, "You go and buy two dogs immediately, and ask for those who stand taller than others. Let's see who dares to come in without saying a word in the future!"

...

That night, the great emperor, His Majesty Li Shimin, had insomnia, stared at the beam of the room, and could not sleep at all.

Empress Changsun was a little worried when she saw him like this, and asked Wen Yan: "Erlang, what are you worried about?"

"It's nothing, I just can't figure out some things." Li Shimin rested his head on his arm and said thoughtfully: "Guanyinbi, do you think the records in "Shan Hai Jing" are true? How big is this world? Are there really crops with a yield of dozens of stones per mu? Will there be islands on the sea that are as big as the Tang Dynasty?"

What do you mean by what? Is it related to each other?

Queen Changsun stood up and stared at Li Shimin for a while, then suddenly reached out and touched his forehead.

"I don't burn it, I'm very good." Li Shimin couldn't help but laugh and cry. He grabbed Empress Changsun's weak and boneless hand. He said what Du He said to him in the afternoon, and finally said with a wry smile: "I know that the boy is talking nonsense, but I can't help but think, what if what he said is true, what if there is really a grain yield of dozens of stones per mu!"

A large island overseas has a grain yield of dozens of stones per mu, countless mineral resources...

What a joke? If there were such places and things, how could no one know them? From ancient times to the present, so many people are well-versed in the past and the present, but they can't find any records.

Du He, a thirteen-year-old child, really regarded himself as an omniscient and omnipotent god, and even the emperor dared to cheat!

Empress Changsun, who was originally smiling like a flower, had frost on her face at this time, and she clenched her silver teeth and said coldly: "Du He deserves to be damned, and she used evil words to deceive the emperor. Even if I bear the infamy, I will still exile him to the frontier to correct the country."

Li Shimin rarely saw Empress Changsun angry. He heard that she wanted to exile Du He to the frontier. He knew that she was serious and hurriedly sat up and persuaded: "Hey, Guanyin maid is too worried. How could I be so easily bewitched? Not to mention that Du He is just a child, the princes in the court are much smarter than him, and they are still obeyed by me.

Besides, do those bastards report less auspiciousness every year? There are pigs with gold foil, but I haven’t seen you feel so arrogant. That boy Du He just yelled a few words of grandeur, so he wouldn’t have to."

"Erlang is always like this. The people below are just looking at you who will not be guilty of being unscrupulous because of your words. I don't care about that. Isn't Du He not yet an adult? I turned around and let him enter the palace. I will discipline him well for his brother to see if he can control his mouth in the future."

Li Shimin shrugged and murmured Du He for a moment in his heart.

Bastard, let you not have a doorkeeper all day long, so wait for bad luck now.

...

Mobei.

Chang'an has already felt a little warm in mid-to-late December, but it is still covered with ice and snow.

Old Cheng held two water bags filled with hot water in his arms, and he still felt a little cold, but it was much better than before. At least last night, I didn’t hear anyone else frostbite to death or frostbite. There were a few guys who were frigid and accidentally burned themselves when they were fucked.

Outside the big tent, dozens of old Cheng's personal guards were gathering together to splice the wooden boards together, making them into a wooden raft that was ten feet long and six feet wide. Then, a long pole was erected in the middle of the platform and hung a solid oil cloth.

The marching chief and the clerk were wrapped in cloaks, and they also held a water bag full of hot water in their arms. While watching the guards work, they looked down from time to time to look at the paper in their hands, and occasionally shouted twice.

Looking at the busy people outside, Lao Cheng grinned and smiled happily.

Regardless of whether the things that those guys outside are tinkering with are useful or not, at least they can make some things to do, so as to avoid wandering in front of themselves every day.

Not bad, really good.

Here I was busy, and among the crowd watching the excitement, someone suddenly shouted: "Certificate, Chief Secretary, what's wrong, why is this sail standing up? Have you been commanding wrongly? My hometown is on the edge of the Yangtze River. I have seen many big ships with my own eyes, and the sails on them are all horizontal."

"You know, that's how it is drawn on the paper, uh..." The clerk waved the paper in his hand and shouted in anger, and finally choked on the wind.

In fact, he also knew that the sail was horizontal, but the problem was that in the letter from Chang'an, the people were drawing vertical sails on the drawings, and they didn't know what the guy named Du He was thinking about when he was drawing the drawings.

If he had said that this thing would have saved even the creation of it. It would have been a joke that the whole Tang Dynasty and the newborn children knew that the boat was working in the water, and the ground was the world of cars.

Land hiking...

How far does this person have to behave in order to have such unreliable ideas?

"I advise you to change it. Maybe the picture is wrong."

With the man's shout, the personal guards who were busy on the so-called hiking boat also stopped and advised: "Yes, Secretary, why don't we change it in a different direction, so as to avoid having to rework after finishing it."

"How can that be? If you say it doesn't move after it is done, is it blamed you or me, or something...Du He." The secretary was not a fool. Although he didn't know who Du He was, from the fact that Cheng Yaojin arranged for him to create this without saying a word after seeing the pattern, this person's background must be quite impressive.

"Why are you quarreling here if you don't work? Do you want to have supper?" Cheng Yaojin finally couldn't stand the loneliness and walked out of the tent. Looking at Lu Xingzhou, who was about to finish the last process, he said carelessly: "Take this sail across, that boy Du He is also messing around. Where is the sail standing up?"

The clerk took out the drawings on his hand: "No, General, the sail is indeed vertical, there is an operation manual behind it, and the ones drawn on it are also vertical."

Cheng Yaojin rolled his big eyes and poked the clerk's head with his fingers as thick as a radish: "Are you stupid? Do you think this thing can run on the ground? Is it interesting to be calculating horizontally?!"

The secretary almost got his neck poked into his chest, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that what Cheng Yaojin said was a little reasonable. He didn't even know whether this thing could run. It was meaningless to care about the horizontal and verticality of the sail.

But... Since the general thinks that this thing cannot be escaped, why do you still need to build it?!

Under the leadership of Cheng Yaojin, the so-called land hiking boat construction progress suddenly became faster, and the oil cloth was installed in place soon.

Everything is ready, only the north wind is not allowed.

Cheng Yaojin waved his hand, and eight strong guards stepped forward to carry Lu Xingzhou outside the military camp. Then, under the gamble of gossip soldiers, he stood up and shouted at the top of his voice: "I've seen everything for me. Today I will let you see what land boating is. Who is the one who raises the sail!"

"No!" The two strong guards standing under the mast roared, and quickly pulled up the oil cloth that had been rolled together before.

"Hey, you guys say, what is the General doing?"

"Who knows, the meaning of land boating is like the thing is a boat."

"Can the ship be on the ground? What a boring thing, you..."

"Believe it or not, my cousin's nephew's brother-in-law's neighbor is right next to the general. He told me in person when he was on night last night that it was a boat."

"Hey, stop talking, look, move, move, that thing moves."

Thousands of people were cushioning their feet and stretching their necks, staring at the sight of the wooden rafts made of wood, which were made of three bamboo pieces several inches wide below, moving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the beginning, the speed was not fast, just like a three- or two-year-old baby walking.

Cheng Yaojin stood on the top and curled his lips, looked up at the slightly bulging oil cloth. He thought that Du He said in his letter that on the snow in Mobei, the speed of land boats could be faster than that of galloping horses, and could be used to transport carbon and other supplies. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "This thing is not as amazing as that boy said. With this speed, my old Cheng climbed faster than it."

"Yes, although this thing can move, its speed is also..." The secretary of the construction officer nodded deeply, but before he could say the words behind him, a violent west wind suddenly blew up in front of the camp. Then the wooden raft first paused slightly, and then suddenly accelerated. In the blink of an eye, the speed increased to the speed of adults running.

"Oh my god!"

"Be careful, General!"

Under the influence of inertia, several people on the wooden raft almost fell into a rolling gourd, and they reached out to grab everything they could catch around them to maintain balance.

In full view of everyone, a huge wooden raft of ten feet long and six feet wide was driving their generals at a speed and getting farther and farther away.

I originally thought that everything was a legend, and that all land boating was a big deal. Land was prepared for cars, so how could things without wheels move?

But now...

Now hurry up and chase the general, otherwise what if the general is lost? Could it be that he wrote to His Majesty the Emperor and said that the general was blown away by the wind?

Cheng Yaojin spent a lot of effort on the wooden raft to get himself up. He held the mast with one hand and lifted the secretary who was holding his thigh with the other. Looking at the few small black dots that were chasing behind him quickly, he couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha... OK, OK, this thing is so fun. Come on, you two will raise the sails for me and raise them to the top, hahaha, run to death for them."

The so-called "running to death" refers to the horses that came afterwards.

Seeing that Cheng Yaojin had lost his shadow, several guards were worried and rode their horses to chase after him.

However, the snow on the ground was too thick, and the war horses could not run at all. No matter how they urged them, if they beat them, they would not be able to close the distance with the wooden raft.

Unlike Cheng Yaojin, who was very nervous, the other three people on the wooden raft were already dumbfounded at this moment. The only thought in their hearts was, is that guy named Du He a god? How could he think of such a magical thing?

The scenery in front of me flew past, and the comrades behind me became farther and farther away. As long as I was not a fool, I could feel it. The speed of the wooden raft is now faster than riding a horse.

Of course, fast speed is not the point. The point is that this thing moves forward with the help of wind, and does not require human or animal power. As long as there is wind, it can work continuously for twelve hours.

Awesome, awesome!

If the sail was not drawn in reverse, it would be even more perfect.

The west wind was blowing tirelessly, and the speed of the land boat continued to decrease. After the people above adapted to the speed, they immediately turned into wind-chasing boys, leaning on two lifting and lowering sliding plates that they needed to put down when turning. The land boat went to the left and the right for a while.

Cheng Yaojin's laughter sound was raging in the empty wilderness. Occasionally, the soldiers who came out to patrol often disappeared from the distant horizon without even seeing it clearly.

From ancient times to the present, the persistence of speed has been deeply imprinted into the bones of men. Even more than a thousand years later, racing competitions are still sought after by countless people.

I don’t know how long it took, a black line appeared in the distant flat line, like an ancient dragon, crawling between the land and the blue sky.

"Yin, Yinshan?" The clerk immediately pointed to the distance and shouted: "General, we are at the foot of Yinshan."

"Well, I saw it." After walking forward for a long time, Cheng Yaojin's beard and eyebrows were covered with white frost. He was just as short as the Western legendary Old Man Leftover Egg.

"General, Yinshan is hundreds of miles away from our camp. In just a short while, we will reach Yinshan? It's not an hour yet." The two guards' eyes widened, and they couldn't stop talking about their eyes in surprise.

Cheng Yaojinli ignored the two personal guards, but he couldn't put it down and rubbed the mast as thick as his thighs, and said with a tsk sound: "Tsk, okay, good baby, this thing is almost speeding up to eight hundred miles. OK, okay, when I go back, I will definitely build hundreds..."

None of the three people cared about the clerk's shocked look. Cheng Yaojin blew the air, and the two guards beat the stinky feet beside him, until the clerk pushed away the two guards in a furious manner and lowered the sails made of oil cloth.

Cheng Yaojin was furious when he saw this: "Central Officer, what are you thinking? Have you stopped you? Quickly raise the sail for me, I will go to Yinshan to fight rabbits."

"What other rabbits are you going to beat?" Facing Cheng Yaojin who was furious, the secretary refused to give in and pointed at the direction he came with a red face: "Now we are more than 100 miles away from the camp, and this broken thing can only go with the wind. The general has time to beat the rabbits, so why don't we go back later!"

Cheng Yaojin:...
Chapter completed!