Chapter 611 Yuvro's Gift

"What is the structure of the wooden cow and flowing horse?" Ma Chao scratched his ears and cheeks around a pile of wood and muttered to himself, "Zhuge Liang really created an artifact that violates the law of energy conservation? Or is that the far-fetched association between the descendants and Mr. Luo?

The grain reversed in Yongzhou will be shipped in the next two days. And transportation means have now become a major problem in Ma Chao. There was nothing he could do. Ma Chao only found Zheng Hun to discuss the improvement of the kind of wheelbicles that existed in the countryside in the previous life.

In the Three Kingdoms era, there were human walking transport devices, but they were all two-wheelers. On the transportation force and rugged road, it must be laborious. In view of this situation, Ma Chao has developed and manufactured a large number of unicycles that can be operated by one person in order to solve the transportation difficulties of those recruiters.

A unicycle can walk on the road where people can walk. Each unicycle can be loaded with at least 400 catties of grain, and the historical record of Zhuge Liang's wooden cattle and horse can be loaded with 'one-year-old grain' (400 catties) is almost the same. What's more gratifying is that Zheng Hun also hung a sail on the unicycle, which made it more labor-saving with the help of the wind. In order to be durable, Ma Chao also added iron wheel axles to make wheel sawn from roundwood into lightweight wheels with spokes. As a result, the whole transportation brigade has become a scene of 'cars, Ma Xiaoxiao, and the transportation grain team all carry knives'.

For this transportation, Ma Chao plans to transport enough food for a month from the boundary of Yongzhou. These include high-yielding crops such as potatoes, corn and sweet potatoes that have been hoarded in Yongzhou for a long time, but more are wheat, beans, millen, grains and other miscellaneous grains. And this quantity is also the largest quantity in Yongzhou to ensure smooth cultivation next year.

And the next thing to be transported is probably weeds, straw, war horse feed and other things to satisfy hunger. Presumably, dealing with it can also make millions of disaster victims fooled for another month.

And just when all the preparations were busy, the last winter of the third year of Chuping also passed, ushering in the first spring of the first year of Xingping.

This Spring Festival, the whole Chang'an is filled with a strange atmosphere of love. Some people ignore the Ma family's entry into Chang'an and celebrate the New Year with peace of mind; some people secretly slander the Ma family, but they dare not speak out, but they just handle the New Year's affairs; and many poor people are grateful to the Ma family after learning the new policy regulations told by the Ma family's propaganda team before the New Year, regardless of the cold winter. The material is steep, singing and dancing outside the palace, hoping that the Ma family can really bring them a peaceful and stable tomorrow.

On the first day of the Chinese New Year, Ma Chao also officially paid New Year's greetings to his colleagues and issued year-end pensions to buy people's hearts. However, when all the sergeants of the Ma family were grateful, Qin Yu of the Ministry of Ceremonies found Ma Chao and said, "Lord, the Xiongnu Yu Flow sent his son to visit the lord and wait for the New Year..."

"Liu Bao is here?" Ma Chaojian frowned, and he had been worried about Yu Flow. If it hadn't been for the disaster this year, Yima Chao's nature would have given Yuvro a warning. Therefore, when he heard Liu Bao coming, Ma Chao didn't look good at all. Facing thousands of generals, Ma Chao had to whisper, "What is he doing here?"

"It seems to be just a tribute..." Since joining the Ma family, Qin Yu has known how comfortable the Ma family officials are, and can still get unexpected benefits and respect from the world. As a result, he also began to care about his official position like a mortal. Seeing Ma Chao's unswerving face, he added, "Liu Bao brought a lot of cattle and sheep, which must be a gift. Perhaps they may have known that the Ma family bought a large number of cattle and sheep from the Qiang people..."

"Oh?" Ma Chao nodded gently, but frowned more tightly and said, "This Yuvro is really well-informed. Well, his son will be there for a while. Anyway, he can stand it so much. Don't waste those tens of thousands of cattle and sheep..."

In the Deyang Hall, Liu Bao looked at the empty and desolate things outside, and couldn't help but have an ironic feeling in his heart: even when Chang'an fell under his Xiongnu's iron hooves, he was not so dilapidated. This Ma Chao, I really don't know whether he is a Han or a Xiongnu...

However, after that, Liu Bao's face gradually turned dark. Because he saw that the brocade and heroic figure had come towards him, and he had to pretend to be frightened.

Li Bao agrees with his father's forbearance strategy. And he also knew that with the current power of the Ma family, they had nothing to do... But it is one thing to understand in his heart, but whether it can be accepted and whether it can perform well is another matter for Liu Bao.

"General Qiqi! The little nephew was ordered by his father to send 10,000 stones of military grain and 30,000 cattle and sheep for the use of labor. Liu Bao knelt down and said before he could sit down when he saw Ma Chao.

Ma Chao laughed, hurriedly picked up Liu Bao, and said kindly, "Oh, what are you talking about? You and I are about the same age. Let's avoid those uncles and nephews..."

Over the years, the more things Ma Chao has experienced, the more people have dealt with. Over time, his face became thick and dark. Even if he could see the trace of indigence in Liu Bao's eyes at a glance at a glance, he could still laugh like the sunshine of spring.

Smile is indeed the best way to relieve people. Liu Bao saw Ma Chao smiling so kindly, and the expression on his face became more natural. Especially when Ma Chao was in the right position and then gave him a seat.

"Nephew, there are no outsiders here. As for the capture of Chang'an, the Ma family owed Luan a lot of bills of lading, which also made Shan Yu's laborers feel really sorry..." Although he said that the title of uncle and nephew should be exempted before, Ma Chao seemed to call out the title of 'good nephew' at will. It can be seen that Ma Chao has already become a political master at this moment.

"General Qiqi is more careful," Liu Bao got up and held his fist and said in a Chinese tone, "We have mentioned one. Now that we have declared that we are subjudicated to the Ma family, we will naturally pay tribute for our ministers. With the help of the Ma family, Luan mentioned one to have today's scale and some property. I hope the general will not be surprised..."

"No, no, no." He said so, but Ma Chao frowned slightly and wanted to ask Yu Luo why he knew that he was short of food and grass, but he saw Liu Bao's wary face and gave up the plan. Then he said, "In this case, the Ma family can't let the little general go for nothing!"

Duanmu Ruoyu answered, holding a tray that had already been prepared in his hand, which was tightly covered with red silk cloth, so that Liu Bao could not see through a trace of it: "Nephew, look at this thing?!"

After hearing this, Liu Bao lifted your red silk cloth, and when he saw the glass sculpture of the moon wolf on the tray, he exclaimed: "Great Kunlun God! Do you want to mention such a sacred object to us?!"

"It's not the blessing of Kunlun God, but the gift of my Ma family!!" Ma Chao suddenly said coldly and suddenly gloomyly. After Liu Bao saw Ma Chao's serious and arrogant look, he immediately understood what Ma Chao meant, bowed down and dared not question at all...

"Go down and give it to your father, who is as smart as him, knows when to let this thing be revealed in the Xiongnu..." After seeing Liu Bao's unconvinced face, Ma Chao smiled secretly and waved his hand.

But Liu Bao knelt on the ground for a long time, and seemed to have something to say...