Looking further down, Meng Qianzi quickly understood why the attitude of later generations was to pass on the reading respectfully, but I just listened to it.

Because the first passage is: Kuang's ancestor god, the craftsman of the Emperor of Heaven, is good at using blood as a medium, open box tools, and the Emperor of Heaven made hundreds of treasure chests, and Kuang's family inherited forty.

Meng Qianzi has been considered an insider for these days, so I understood it once again: this "Emperor of Heaven" should mean Huangdi. Kuang's ancestors were indeed skilled craftsmen. "Good to use blood as a medium" probably used blood as a password to unlock boxes. Huangdi wanted to build one hundred boxes, but Kuang's family was famous and well-crafted, and contracted for forty of them.

I don’t know which companies took the orders of the other 60 people, but you can imagine that the other companies are not just ordinary craftsmen, and they probably have some amazing skills.

The 39th transcription was in the 22nd year of the Republic of China. No matter how poor Meng Qianzi's history was, he knew that it was the 1930s. At that time, Western learning has been spreading to the east for more than a hundred years. The descendants of the Kuang family probably had already gone to foreign schools and studied physics and chemistry. When they read "Kun's ancestors, gods, craftsmen of the Emperor of Heaven", they would probably be able to laugh out loud.

She continued to look down.

***

At that time, Kuang Zu was just a small person in the Kuang family. He worked diligently and carefully built boxes. The forty people, which were handed by him, were actually only one or two, and the craftsmen had their marks. He also, as usual, left his marks in the complicated patterns of the box, where the box was not so conspicuous.

Then, the goods were delivered. At that time, the war was clear. Chiyou was defeated and beheaded by Huangdi. The Chiyou clan and his followers retreated into the southern area with many poisonous gas and malaria, but the situation was still unstable. There are rumors that Chiyou's remnants of evil and thieves are still ready to move.

Gao Zu didn't care about these things. During this period, he married and had children, studied craftsmanship, and lived a peaceful life.

Then one day, disaster fell from the sky. Several people broke into his house in the middle of the night and kidnapped his family of three. Those people "arms are like swords and faces are like insects." They knew at a glance that they were the Chiyou clan lurking in the Central Plains.

Kuang Zu was so scared that he was scattered. He had heard of the cruelty of the Chiyou clan and thought he would die. However, the other party had negotiated with him to surrender and serve Chiyou. He also promised that if he was obedient, he would be allowed to live forever.

Kuang Zu thought about it over and over again and agreed. Not only that, he also actively cooperated and worked hard to show his strength, as if he wanted to become a backbone.

***

I really don’t know what the descendants of the Kuang family felt when they read this passage. In ancient China, they were quite honest and despised by the fact that they were betrayal. Fortunately, the matter was absurd, and later generations could hypnotize themselves, thinking that their ancestors were "talking about dreams in dreams."

From Meng Qianzi's perspective, although he does not agree, it is understandable: Besides, the ancestor is on the side of Huangdi, and he is just an insignificant little craftsman. To put it bluntly, he will die if he dies. Who cares?

He should want to live, and his wife and children, not be more active and always be loyal. Once he loses his value, he can imagine the outcome.

Meng Qianzi felt a little sad and saw that Jiang Lian was still writing, so she continued to read.

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Chapter completed!