Li Yi stood up, his frown suddenly widened. He wanted to smile at everyone, but there was a strange expression on his face.

No one made fun of Li Yi's gaffe as usual, everyone was deep in thought.

Li Yi did not speak, he was waiting for their answer. If they agreed with his plan, then he had the responsibility to protect them. If they did not agree, it meant that they no longer needed his protection.

This is not an extreme idea, but the disillusionment and continuation of dreams.

Not everything has a best-of-both-worlds solution.

Everyone was entangled and agitated. On the one hand, they trusted Li Yi, but on the other hand, they rationally opposed Li Yi's plan.

They told themselves over and over again that Li Yi would probably be right. On the other hand, they told themselves rationally that doing so would only destroy Anxin and the home they had finally built.

When you are unable to make a decision, the longer time passes, the harder it becomes to make a decision.

At this time, they need someone to help them make this decision, someone who can best represent their ideas and is also the most qualified.

That is the village chief appointed by the government and the civil manager of Anxin - the old patriarch.

At this time, only An Xin, the most prestigious and beloved old patriarch, can represent everyone and stop or support Li Yi's plan.

In ancient times, the respected old man always had absolute control and influence over the countryside. Everyone was accustomed to want to hear what the old patriarch thought.

The old patriarch rubbed his knuckles over and over again. His weather-stained face became darker now, and only one wise eye remained bright.

"Stone, do you think it is necessary to build a town?" The old patriarch's voice was melodious and very powerful.

Li Yi looked at the serious expression of the old patriarch, nodded slightly, and said: "Grandpa Patriarch, I think towns must be built."

"But you have to know that the money and food needed to build such a town is astronomical. How can we in Anxin have such wealth?" The old patriarch keenly saw the most fatal flaw.

An Xin's current wealth can only support the needs of four thousand people. If they use it to build brick kilns, what will they eat? As the head of the village, the old patriarch must ask this question clearly.

Nowadays, the Ming Dynasty has begun to show signs of decline.

Disasters continue, refugees arise everywhere, and bandits are difficult to quell. All kinds of gangsters and thieves are springing up like mushrooms after a rain, and the government's control over the local area is getting weaker and weaker.

An Xin's foundation is weak. In such a chaotic world, barely surviving is pretty good, but how can he obtain such huge wealth?

Li Yi has been thinking about this issue in his heart.

The best way to gain wealth is through business.

But the shopping mall is like a battlefield, the situation changes rapidly, and it is very likely that one failure will lead to bankruptcy.

To find a way to do business that could earn a lot of money and be guaranteed, Li Yi didn't know what to think. A word suddenly came to his mind - arms.

In fact, arms dealers have owned them since ancient times, and the most famous ones are Lu Ban and Mo Zhai during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

Lu Ban is well known as the ancestor of carpenters.

It is recorded in "Han Shu Xu Zhuan" that he was "skilled as an axe". Legend has it that he discovered a plant with serrated leaves and then invented the saw. This story is known to all women and children.

But Luban's greatest invention was the "airplane".

Legend has it that he once made a self-made flying mechanism bird with more than ten mechanisms on it. As long as he clicks three times, the mechanism bird can fly.

The ladders and other objects he made were weapons of war. With the help of the military weapons he made, Lu Ban helped the Chu State attack the Song Dynasty and gained a lot of wealth. He was the earliest arms dealer.

But the other Mo Zhai had a more famous name - Mozi.

Mozi was good at craftsmanship and production, and was unique in military technology, far superior to other scholars. He could be said to be erudite and versatile.

The weapons it produced such as repeating crossbow vehicles, transfer machines, and borrowed vehicles helped weak countries resist the attack of powerful enemies. Their magic was amazing. And when they sold their own special weapons, they also obtained corresponding benefits. .

The more war-torn the era, the more arms dealers emerge in an endless stream.

They built ironworks and forged weapons to meet the needs of the people and the army; they also raised horses in enclosures and sold strong military horses; what's more, they were simple arms dealers in normal times, but if they were profitable, they would suddenly turn into evil spirits. of robbers.

Throughout the ages, selling arms has always yielded huge profits.

What Li Yi wants to do is to rely on the knowledge in his head to develop a weapon that can only be made by himself, but that will attract those who need it.

Only a complete monopoly can absorb wealth the fastest.

As long as there is a continuous input of wealth, the plan in your head can be continuously implemented and will not die midway.

But this idea was not understood by everyone. Li Yi looked at the worried eyes of the old patriarch, but didn't know how to explain it.

Sometimes people are so entangled. They can't tell the truth, but they don't want to tell lies, but there are people waiting for your answer.

At this time, we only have silence. Sometimes we find that silence may be the longest language in the world.

Li Yi looked at the old patriarch, and the old patriarch also looked into Li Yi's eyes.

Suddenly, he stood up and said to Li Yi: "One cannot help but be down-to-earth."

Li Yi turned his face, but couldn't help but shed tears. He felt extremely wronged at this time, but he couldn't explain it.

The old patriarch smiled, still so loving and kind, looking at Li Yi as if he were his grandson.

The rest of the people raised their heads, looked at Li Yi, and then looked at the old patriarch.

The old patriarch continued: "People can't keep their feet on the ground, but they can't forget to look at the sky. If you don't know what the weather will be like next, you don't know how to do the work in the fields. We are all people who have faced the loess all our lives. , a lifetime has passed since he was born, but he still looks for food in the fields. Li Yi is different. We don’t understand what he thinks and does, but they are all right. Now we don’t understand why he I had such an idea, but now I hope that he must be right, and he must be right."

The old patriarch left with his hands behind his back. His old body had curled up slightly, and his whole back was curved, but it was like a bow, full of resilience and strength.

He knew that he could not show his weak side at this time, because Shitou needed a strong arm to support him. The old patriarch decided that even if he died, he would let Li Yi take advantage of the situation and let Li Yi prove to others what he had done. Everything you thought was right.
Chapter completed!