Zhang Yue had no choice but to do this.

otherwise……

Who will fill in the number of sacrifices in this technological development process?

The lives of the people under his rule?

Stop kidding!

And in this world, there is no such thing as improving productivity and technical strength without sacrifice.

There will be sacrifices to develop.

Moreover, the number sacrificed is not single digits, tens of hundreds of digits, thousands of digits, but thousands of digits!

The scenes Marx and Engels once saw have been echoing in Zhang Yue's mind.

The child laborers who wailed and died in factories around the British Industrial Revolution, and the voices of female workers were like nightmares, lingering in his heart.

The success of the Western Industrial Revolution was built with millions and tens of millions of lives after absorbing wealth and resources from the world.

Among the victims were people who were captured and enslaved by their strong ships and cannons.

And there are their own people, their compatriots, their neighbors and friends!

Not to mention the other side, Zhang Yue has calculated that even now, even the Xinfeng Workshop Garden today wants to grow and grow, and realize the scale of hand-made textile industry, iron smelting, and cement calcination.

At least ten thousand people will die!

And so many people die every year!

Can the Chinese people agree? Can they be willing?

funny!

As long as this happens, Xinfeng will immediately turn from a land of hope into a demon's cave.

Then, the whole world will criticize the words.

When it is today or any king in the future, he will never let him go, the initiator, and he will definitely be smashed into pieces!

The whole world will not have his place!

Want to learn from the British to play sheep and eat people in China?

Zhang Yue has not forgotten that on the eve of the demise of the Xia Dynasty, those people who shouted "Every day is lost, and you are destroyed" did not forget the roar in Daze Township a hundred years ago, and they dared not forget the war songs of the farmers of the Yellow Turban Army in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, like chickens, cut and crow, and hair like leeks, and cut and resurrect. Officials do not need to be afraid, and ordinary people must never be careless!

Therefore, Zhang Yue could only seek help from other places.

Anyway, other people's children are endless!

Moreover, he had already figured out a complete set of plans, a way to perfectly distinguish himself from Xinfeng and even the Han Dynasty.

Yuan An chuckled and said respectfully: "Do you want to see you now?"

"The little man will go and notify Chang Gong immediately..."

"Mr. Chang?" Zhang Yue asked in confusion.

"However..." Yuan An replied with a chuckling, "This man is a branch of the royal family of Dian Kingdom. He is a businessman in the southwest. He is called: "I always heard that I have some business dealings with my master and I am absolutely reliable!"

"Besides, this Chang Gong is still the guest of honor for the young minister. This time, he was the first southwest merchant to come to Guanzhong, so he was commended by the emperor..."

Zhang Yue listened and nodded.

The royal family of Dian Kingdom is indeed a surname of Chang. Speaking of which, Dian Kingdom and several small countries near Dian Kingdom, they actually belong to the side branches of Zhuxia.

In the middle of the Warring States Period, the Chu people occupied Bashu and launched the first exploration of the southwest region in Chinese history.

Unfortunately, their luck was so bad that they had just conquered the southwest when their home was copied by the Qin people.

There was no choice but to take root locally.
Chapter completed!