Chapter 1214

"It's put fine timber to petty use. The" Tang Dynasty soldiers are the warriors who defend the frontier and fight for the Quartet. How can they be the farmers who pick up the hammer shovel to build roads, let alone use such gunpowder as a weapon to open up mountains and repair roads. "

The reason why Chang sun Chong objected was not only his personal grudges with mojiazi, but also his ambition to dominate the firearm army. Once mojiazi established an Engineering Battalion, he could skillfully use gunpowder. As long as he made a little transformation, he would be an army skillfully using gunpowder weapons, which could be a great threat to the firearm army.

"I object to the mountain bombing and road construction proposed by Mo Jijiu. Whether it's building bridges in the mountains, building roads in the mountains, or digging tunnels, it costs a lot of money. Although our taxes in the Tang Dynasty have increased year by year, there are more places to spend money. There's really no need to empty the national treasury again." Tang Jian, the Minister of the Ministry of civil affairs, shook his head. Although the brick road from Chang'an to Chengdu has many advantages, the Treasury of Datang is really unable to bear it.

Zhang Liang, the Minister of the Ministry of industry, also said, "I think there are still a lot of brick roads not built in the Tang Dynasty. At present, we still focus on building brick roads. Although the plan of ink offering wine is good, it is appropriate to suspend it."

For a moment, all the officials opposed Mohist's use of gunpowder to blow up the mountain and open the way. Mohist felt the dilemma of being besieged on all sides for the first time.

Merton wanted to argue again, but Li Shimin waved his hand and said, "since there are so many disputes, the matter is put on hold for the time being."

Although he has the ambition to surpass the Qin emperor and the Sui Yang emperor, now the officials oppose it, he will not risk it.

"Yes, Mr. Wei!"

Although Merton was unwilling, he was proud to obey the order.

Yu Zhining and others could not help showing a proud look. They were collectively opposed by the officials. The magical Mohist family finally encountered Waterloo, and the myth of Mohist family's invincibility was finally broken.

Merton looked at the mocking eyes of the ministers. He didn't know what they were thinking and couldn't help humming coldly

"It's not over yet!"

If we let him retreat because of this difficulty, it would be too belittling of his Mohist son.

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At the end of the year, the Grand Court meeting ended, all officials dispersed, and the 14th year of Zhenguan finally came to an end,

Today is new year's Eve. From the royal family and nobles to the ordinary people, they put down their work and are ready to welcome the new year. At the end of the 14th year of Zhenguan, a heavy snow met unexpectedly, which added a lot of youth flavor to this year.

"It's snowing!"

In the Mo mansion, Mosha jumped excitedly.

During the Chinese new year every year, when Mosha is most excited, the elders of Mojia village use the latest ink technology to make a lot of fun toys for her, and her favorite gift this year is skis.

Since Merton marched on the road with skis last year, skis have become popular in the north. Many people have followed the example of mojiazi to learn skiing. This winter, skiing has formed a trend in Chang'an city. Whenever there is heavy snow, many people ski for fun.

"Be careful, you haven't learned how to fall!" Princess Changle quickly reminded that after all, Mosha is only five years old and not suitable for skiing.

"I'll teach her!" Merton got up.

"Like father, like daughter," said Princess Changle angrily. If Merton hadn't pioneered skiing, how could a little girl of Martha be obsessed with this sport, which made her goal of cultivating Martha into a lady of the family far away.

"How can a woman of Mohism be a lady without going out of the door?" Merton said proudly, bending down to zip up her ink suit, wear a hat, and stride into the snow with two skis, one big and one small.

"Ha ha!" hearing the happy laughter of her father and daughter in the snow, Princess Changle shook her head helplessly.

"Ah! Ah!"

On one side, mertan heard the voice of his father and sister and shouted again and again.

Princess Changle gently comforted her and said in a hate voice, "I like playing so much when I grow up. I'm sure I won't be calm when I grow up."

Father and daughter enjoyed themselves in the snow until it was getting late, and then they returned to the three-story villa.

A pile of flames had already been lit in the hall, which was called the year-old fire in the Tang Dynasty. Even though the Mo mansion had been fully heated, the custom of lighting the year-old fire on New Year's Eve has been adhered to.

A family of four surrounded the fire and had a happy New Year's Eve dinner.

According to the custom, after the new year's Eve dinner, every family will keep the year old, and the ink house is no exception.

"Father, I want to hear you tell a story!" said Mosha, snuggling in her father's arms. In the Tang Dynasty, it is well known that Mosha Zi is not only proficient in ink technology, but also a novelist. Every story he writes is wonderful.

Merton naturally wouldn't refuse his daughter's request. Lang said, "as a father, I'll give you a story about the strange fate of ice and snow!"

Princess Changle couldn't help smiling. At the beginning, she became acquainted with Merton step by step because of the strange fate of ice and snow, and finally knew and loved each other.

Unexpectedly, the corner of Martha's mouth turned and said, "this story has been heard many times, and you wrote it to your mother. Your daughter wants to listen to a new story, a special girl's story."

"The story of a girl?" Merton immediately raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that Martha should have such a proposal.

When Princess Changle saw Merton's expression, she couldn't help but excite the general and said, "why, the world still has something difficult for you."

Merton looked at Martha's expectant eyes, raised his chest and said proudly, "why is it difficult?"

One side of moshaton called and jumped, "father is great!"

Merton thought slightly. There were many stories in his heart, but most of them were about princesses, which didn't meet the requirements of Martha at all. Suddenly, he looked at the match that ignited the old fire at the table, and suddenly thought of a story about a little girl, which was very similar to today's scene.

"The father will give you the story of a little match girl." Merton held Martha in his arms and put a handful of matches in her hand.

"Little match girl?" Martha looked at the match in her hand and couldn't help looking forward.

"It was extremely cold, snowing, and it was getting dark. It was the last day of the year - New Year's Eve. On this dark and cold night, a clever little girl walked barefoot in the street."

"Ah!"

Martha couldn't help exclaiming that on the same cold snowy day, she could wear warm ink clothes and play skiing, while the little girl had to sell matches in the street. On the same new year's Eve, she sat in a warm room and snuggled in her father's arms, while the little girl was running for a living.

"The little girl walked barefoot. Her little feet were blue and red with cold. He had a lot of matches in his apron pocket and a bag in his hand. However, no one bought a match all day......"

"She was cold and hungry, and her little hands were almost frozen. At this time, even a small match was good, so the little girl lit the first match, shrouded her little hand in the flame, and felt herself sitting by the fire.

"The match went out, the stove disappeared, the little girl quickly lit another one, there was a huge flame in her hand, and a hot meal appeared in front of her

"The next morning, the little match girl was found in the corner of the wall, with a smile on her mouth and a burned match stick in her hand."

Merton was telling, and before the story was over, the unbearable Martha had fallen asleep.

With a wave of her hand, Princess Changle asked Liu e to return Mosha and mertan to her room, snuggle her body in Merton's arms and said, "today is new year's Eve. You shouldn't tell such a heavy story."

Merton shook his head and said, "although this is just a story, such tragic experiences can be found everywhere in Datang."

Princess Changle sighed that the status of women in the Tang Dynasty was very low. Although she and Merton made efforts to improve, it was still a drop in the bucket.

"Weifu decided that the matches produced by the Mohist family would no longer be sold to businessmen, but all the matches would be sold by little girls, which could be regarded as a livelihood for girls all over the world." Merton suddenly said.

"So good!" Princess Changle's eyes lit up. Women in the world don't have much means to make a living, especially the little girl doesn't have any skills to make a living. It's really a good way to sell matches to make a living.

"May the tragedy of the little match girl never happen again in the Tang Dynasty." Merton took a deep breath.

At this time, a chicken crow suddenly came out of the window. New Year's Eve has passed and the new year is coming.

Fifteen years of Zhenguan finally came.