I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

The sudden sound of the three-bengzi sounded again, Zhu Zhangui didn't sit in the carriage this time, but grabbed the steering handle by himself, and drove the three-bengzi to the old man's rest camp.

This kind of old Sanbengzi is not controlled by the steering wheel, but the steering handle like a bicycle.

This thing is very heavy, and people who have no strength in their hands can't control it when they encounter bumpy roads.

"This brat, the Japanese pirates, has settled down. If he doesn't stay well with the capital, why did he come here?"

In the camp, the old man, who had just returned from hunting with guards and guns on his back, laughed and cursed cheerfully when he heard the report from his subordinates.

"Well, this kid is lucky, he just killed a good sheep, let the cook clean it up."

The prey was handed over to the cook, but the old man didn't go back to the tent, he just waited at the gate of the camp.

Soon there was a chug-chug sound, and the old man who heard it for the first time frowned suspiciously.

"There is no railway here. Where is the sound of the train? No, this sound is not the sound of the train. The sound of the train is much more than this movement."

Everyone muttered in doubt, the old man found a high place, stood on it, and looked at the direction from which the voice came.

Soon, the Changchang Sanbengzi convoy appeared in front of his eyes.

Looking at the Sanbengzi who were speeding forward in a long line of snakes, the old man's eyes lit up.

According to his vision, the whole body of the driving thing was covered with iron, and under the sunlight, it exuded a cold light.

Looking at the fast speed, the old man pinched his beard and pondered.

If this thing can run faster than a horse for a long time, if you put a heavy machine gun on it, can you chase those prairie barbarians and fight them?

"Crench!"

Before the convoy came to the camp, a pause stopped in place.

The soldiers in the camp who were attracted by the sound all stretched their necks and looked at the giant steel beast curiously.

If it weren't for the emperor standing in front and the restraint of military discipline, they would have gathered around to see this rare thing.

"grandfather!"

Zhu Zhangui just jumped out of the car and called out to the old man, but the old man didn't even pay attention to him. As soon as Zhu Zhangui got off his front foot, the old man jumped into the driving seat with his back foot.

"Jiang Aiqing, come and teach me how to make this thing."

After groping around in the car, the old man who couldn't make a sound no matter how much he fiddled with it, looked to the side and was about to go down, but because the old man came up, he didn't even dare to move.

Jiang Huai glanced at Zhu Zhangui, saw him nodding his head slightly, and immediately started talking to the old man enthusiastically!

The grassland is wide, and you are not afraid of bumping and falling.

In less than an hour, the old man drove the Sanbengzi and ran wildly on the grassland. He didn't want to get out of the car until the chef informed that the sheep was roasted.

"Good thing, good thing, this speed is much faster than a horse."

The old man who jumped out of the car was reluctant to touch the jumper three times, then he laughed and pulled Zhu Zhangui's shoulders, and while talking about his feelings, he took Zhu Zhangui to the camp.

"Isn't it? This thing is not only fast, but also very durable. With a full tank of gas, it can run four to five hundred miles without any problem."

"And more importantly, as long as it's not broken, it doesn't need to rest. It only takes a quarter of an hour to refuel. Step on the accelerator, and it can continue to start chug-chug."

"As long as there are two people who can drive, and alternate rests back and forth, the car can run wildly for 12 hours without any problems."

"This guy's speed on the grassland is really fast. When I came here, I ran a hundred and fifty or sixty miles in half an hour on a flat grassland. This thing is faster than a train."

"Also, grandpa, look, I added an iron sheet on it. As long as there are shooting holes, the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion can squat directly inside and shoot at the enemy without any scruples."

"Although the tires of this thing are the weak point, even if the tires blow out, you can still run on the wheels, it's just a little ruined."

Zhu Zhangui was also excited to share his thoughts with the old man.

That is to say, the price of this thing is too expensive. If it is cheaper, Zhu Zhangui is planning to build a mechanized army of the Ming Dynasty.

It's a pity that the problem is still the same in the end, the price is too high, and the stingy old man will never agree to grant so much money to build such an army.

As for Zhu Zhangui's own money, he didn't even think about it.

The imperial court is the imperial court, and the individual is personal, so public and private must be distinguished. Even if he becomes the emperor in the future, the imperial court's money and his internal treasury's money must also be distinguished.

"This thing is not made by the craftsman camp!"

Hearing Zhu Zhangui's thoughts, the old man nodded in agreement, and at the same time asked cryptically about the origin of this thing.

Zhu Zhangui shook his head.

"They haven't been able to make this stuff yet, it's new!"

"However, I sent them back two, and let them disassemble and play by themselves. Not to mention asking them to build this thing, a little inspiration is fine."

To know where the item came from, the old man pondered for a while and asked, "What's the price at the opposite side?"

Zhu Zhangui held out two fingers.

The old man glanced at it, and said with some heartache: "Twenty thousand cars, although a bit expensive, I can accept it. I will discuss it with the other side later. First, the whole more than 100 cars will come. I plan to form a troop to patrol the grassland. In this way, the grassland It’s easy to control here.”

Zhu Zhangui didn't expect that the old man had exactly the same idea as his own, but it's a pity that the old man thought too low of the price.

Seeing that Zhu Zhangui was silent, the old man who was about to enter the tent paused for a moment, his face showing joy.

"Isn't it 2 taels, but 2000 taels!"

Zhu Zhangui rolled his eyes, "What good thing do you think, if 2000 I only got this little bit, what you said just now is to add 0."

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched fiercely.

Damn, 20 taels, why didn't that damn profiteer grab it.

No, this is much faster than robbing. What the old man said is correct. It really is no business without profiteers. There is no good bird in this group of businessmen.

Damn, with 20 taels of silver, I can build such a big car with only silver.

The corner of his mouth trembled violently for a while, and the old man pointed to the Sanbengzi group parked outside the camp, which was being visited by soldiers.

"Did you pay for these?"

"What do you want?" Zhu Zhangui looked at the old man warily.

"Little brat!"

The old man let out a long sigh, and just as he opened his mouth to express his difficulties, Zhu Zhangui waved his hand with a headache, "It's all right, you take it, you take it!"

"That's right!"

The old man laughed, and pulled Zhu Zhangui into the camp.

"Walk around, I heard that you came today, and I specially killed a sheep for you, it's so fresh."

"By the way, I've already found out the direction in which those prairie barbarians escaped. Let's have a rest tonight and put up the machine gun tomorrow. The two of us will go after them directly."

"I don't believe it. There is such an iron beast that can run without eating or drinking. Those prairie barbarians can still run past us with four meaty horse legs."

"Don't kill them before catching up with them, can't they run, let's follow behind, exhaust these bastards to death, and see if they still run."

Chapter 303: The first Yanhuang Expeditionary Corps in history to step into the Western Region!

"How did we go west, aren't they in the north?"

"What north?"

"Didn't you say that those prairie barbarians ran to the north, but the direction you're chasing doesn't seem to be heading north!"

In the rushing convoy, the old man was chewing candy, wearing toad sunglasses, holding the steering handle, driving three times, and rushing forward majesticly and domineeringly.

Zhu Zhangui, who was sitting on the side, looked in the direction of the enemy and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Katha!"

The hard candy was crushed by the old man's old teeth. While tasting the sweetness in his mouth, the old man smiled and replied: "It's in the north, but aren't we in the north?"

After saying that, I immediately realized that the north that my grandson said should be the northernmost. "The northernmost direction is very cold. There are a group of savages living there. I heard that there is no country. There are poor people there." Even the Mongolian barbarians don’t like it, what are they doing there? Are they freezing?”

"Now they have no place to run in the north. According to the spies' reports, they have turned to the west. It is estimated that they are going to seek refuge in the Golden Horn Kingdom in the west."

"Although they have conflicts, after all, they were a family a hundred years ago, and we wiped out this place. The remaining bastards must go to the Golden Horde that still exists to avenge them."

Hearing the old man's narration, Zhu Zhangui was stunned for a long time.

Isn't the north the territory of the big bear? When did it become a tribe of savages?

Golden Horde, wait, I seem to have overlooked something.

Hearing about the country of the Golden Horde Han, Zhu Zhangui's memory was already blurred, and he suddenly thought of some information he had seen.

It seems that the territory of Da Mao was not so huge at the beginning. They only rose in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. It used to be a taxpaying country of the Golden Horde Han Kingdom, and it was still a small and unknown country.

In Siberia, except for the Jurchen Ministry in the northeast, the other places are still in the stage of no one's rule, and the people living in it seem to be savage tribes.

As the memory gradually emerged, Zhu Zhangui gave a helpless wry smile.

I was blinded by my memory. Every time I thought of the north, I would think of that polar bear. In my mind, I always thought that they had been so powerful since ancient times.

In fact, this is not to blame for Zhu Zhangui. Many ordinary people do not know much about the historical memory of the country on the northernmost grassland. They just subconsciously use the current distribution of power to formulate their ancient sphere of influence.

Although Zhu Zhangui is considered a half-college student, he mainly studies small pumpkins, and he really doesn't know much about the polar bear in the north.

The cognition of the polar bear comes entirely from subconscious habits and the history at 01:30.

Knowing that there is no one in the north for the time being, Zhu Zhangui's heart was agitated.

Siberia, which stretches as far as the eye can see, is a bit colder, but the land is vast.

In such a big place, just growing potatoes is enough for everyone in Daming to survive.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhangui's restless heart could no longer hold back, and excitedly said to the old man:

"Grandpa, let's take down that huge land in the north too!"

The old man, who was driving with a walkie-talkie and communicating with the spies in front, looked at Zhu Zhangui suspiciously.

"Why do you want that piece of land? I heard that it doesn't necessarily thaw in May and June. It's winter again in August and September. When it's cold, you can freeze into sticks when you urinate. This is a place where birds don't shit. What do you want it for?"

The old man's words made Zhu Zhangui very speechless.

But think about it and understand.

Although the old man is the emperor on horseback, he also knows how to farm the fields. Usually, the old man will personally preside over the spring plowing every year as long as he is in the capital.Even sometimes, he personally swung the whip to drive the oxen to plow the field.

In the old man's perception, spring planting and autumn harvest are the cycle of heaven and earth, and any change in season will affect the production of food.

Although Siberia has a vast land, it is really cold there. It has not waited for spring here, and the other side is frozen again. What can the land do if it comes here.

It is precisely because of this cognition of the old man that he is not interested in the huge land of Siberia.

After all, in the eyes of the Central Plains people, land that cannot produce food or minerals is a wasteland.

If it weren't for the northern grasslands, which have been threatening the safety of the Central Plains, the emperor of Huaxia would not even bother to occupy the northern grasslands.

After all, the Central Plains is dominated by agriculture, and the grassland is occupied. It is impossible to remove the grass and plant it. It would take a lot of effort, and those grassland barbarians will come back at any time. Called back.

Of course, in addition to this aspect, there are also issues of knowledge and cognition.

"Grandpa, you are wrong!"

Seeing that the old man was dismissive of the huge land of Siberia, Zhu Zhangui raised his voice and decided to popularize the richness of Siberia to the old man.

"The area in the north is unbelievably rich. Like Nuer Gandusi, the large tracts of land there are all fertile black soil, the kind that can squeeze out oil if you stretch out your hand."

"In addition, there are dense forests, inexhaustible wood, thousands of lakes, and countless small rivers. There is no shortage of water resources."

"It's like the North Sea behind us. There are all kinds of delicious fatty fish there. The fatty fish caught every year are enough for our family to eat until we die."

After talking about agriculture, Zhu Zhangui introduced minerals with golden eyes.

He stretched out his hand and patted Sanbengzi who was sitting down, "Is this thing comfortable for you to use?"

The old man nodded.

Sanbengzi is fast, without the stamina limit of a horse, can pull goods and people, and can run on slightly poor terrain, and the uneven wheels can fly even in muddy weather.

In addition to being a little bumpy when sitting on it, Sanbengzi is the best driving tool in the world in the eyes of the old man.

Seeing the old man nodding, Zhu Zhangui introduced: "This thing burns diesel oil, and the price on the opposite side is two taels of silver per liter, which means it's so tall and so wide."

Fearing that the old man would not know how much a liter is, Zhu Zhangui stretched out his hand and gestured up and down, left and right.

"The Sanbengzi we are sitting on needs 11 liters to fill up, which is 22 silver, and it can run about 500 miles."

"At 22 o'clock, we have dozens of cars here. It costs a thousand taels of silver to refuel, and it can only run more than 500 miles, and then we have to refill, which is not a small expense."