In the military camp, Lu Ming stared at the map before him, lost in thought.
He was still at a disadvantage; opening up the passage between Yizhou and Guanzhong remained difficult.
Because of the low-cost approach of building roads around the mountains,
the terrain was relatively low-lying, making the roads prone to flooding during the rainy season.
Furthermore, excessive exploitation and reduced vegetation cover could lead to mudslides, a very dangerous and potentially fatal situation.
Therefore, he had to avoid this. Without opening the roads, Yizhou's resources couldn't be transported out, hindering the overall distribution of resources.
Therefore, he had two major tasks to accomplish in the coming days.
One was to control Yizhou and quell the recurring unrest in the Nanzhong region.
The second was to open up roads throughout Yizhou to further improve the speed of supply transport.
The muddy roads would remain impassable for at least three to seven days after rain.
If it's cloudy, the rain will last even longer, and the road must be paved with cement to ensure cleanliness.
Even with limited manpower, traveling all day won't slow things down much.
Hu Sanniang was between Lu Ming's legs, sucking on his penis.
She didn't understand strategic thinking; she only knew that all the men in Hu Family Village had been promoted to overseers, responsible for road construction.
The workshops, guarded by the army, produced something called cement.
This cement could transform the original dirt roads into concrete roads, making them stronger, more solid, and easier to walk on.
Being an overseer was no easy task; supervising the project meant using whips and beatings.
If the beatings were too severe, the workers would quit, delaying the project.
Once the project was delayed, they would be punished by being sent to do hard labor, and one of the laborers would be chosen as the overseer.
This practice, seemingly absurd, is actually a form of disguised torture, ostensibly a test.
The capable rise, the mediocre fall.
He wouldn't show leniency to the people of Hu Family Village just because of Hu Sanniang.
Having been mountain bandits for so long, they certainly wouldn't be used to being his subordinates.
Then they'd inevitably have emotional outbursts and do some irrational things.
Thinking that having Hu Sanniang serve him in bed would solve everything?
How foolish!
Hu Sanniang's tongue involuntarily darted out, lightly licking the glans of Lu Ming's penis in front of her.
Hu Sanniang was now like a female beast in heat, already quite well-trained in Lu Ming's presence.
Outside, she was a valiant warrior…
But in Lu Ming's eyes, she was merely a bitch in heat, waiting to be fucked and impregnated.
At this moment, Hu Sanniang had no idea of the many twists and turns involved.
All she knew was that she had to serve Lu Ming well; serving this man was the most important thing!
She grasped Lu Ming's penis with her right hand, stroking it up and down a few times, then took the entire glans into her mouth.
She touched the bulging veins on his hard penis, savoring it in her mouth, carefully licking the ridge of flesh around the glans, then gently tapping the tip with the back of her soft tongue.
She pressed the tip of her tongue against his open urethra, swirling it around, then pushing downwards as if trying to insert it into the urethral opening.
No one taught her; it's just that when aroused, anything is possible.
This is why they say women are all sluts; once they're aroused, they'll do things they wouldn't dare to do before!
Hu Sanniang, her cheeks hunched, lips tightly pressed together, her penis thrusting in and out with all her might…
Sometimes she would even go deep throat, letting Lu Ming's penis penetrate her throat, rubbing the glans against her delicate throat, emitting continuous moans.
Lu Ming, meanwhile, stroked her delicate head while studying the map.
He was considering his next move. Now that Yizhou was newly pacified, it would take at least three to five months for recuperation.
He wouldn't wait that long, so some things needed to be resolved quickly.
Thinking of a crucial point, Lu Ming suddenly smiled lewdly, his gaze fixed on the location of Nanzhong.
He had come to Yizhou not just for this land of plenty, this land of fish and rice, but also with his sights set on Nanzhong.
He was very interested in Zhu Rong, the barbarian, but not in Meng Huo.
The Romance of the Three Kingdoms is the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and history is history.
Through research and historical documents, Lu Ming discovered that Meng Huo belonged to one of the powerful clans in Nanzhong…
Moreover, he was of mixed race.
Most local families intermarried, but rarely with the Nanman (southern barbarians). The Meng family was a unique case, using this to gain the support of the barbarians.
Nanzhong had always been a complex region, undeveloped and still retaining its primeval forest state.
Only the locals could survive there. The biggest barrier was miasma, which had always been a barrier for Nanzhong and prevented the government's armies from conquering it.
Miasma was actually a broad term encompassing various poisonous gases from mountains, forests, and swamps, as well as the toxic gases produced by the decay of dead plants and animals.
Ancient people had very limited understanding of miasma. Most pathogenic miasma was actually caused by swarms of mosquitoes.
Large numbers of mosquitoes carrying Plasmodium parasites would gather and fly together, appearing from a distance as a dark, gloomy cloud of gas.
Humans and animals bitten by these creatures would contract malignant malaria.
The dangers of infectious diseases are self-evident; we had already witnessed them in Anding County—thousands of miles of white bones, desolate wasteland, with less than one in ten surviving—the best proof of this.
And coincidentally, the late Eastern Han Dynasty was also the era with the highest death toll.
The spread of plague, years of war, forced labor, and various unforeseen deaths led to a sharp decline in population.
"Miasma?"
Lu Ming stroked his chin, pulled Hu Sanniang up, pressed her onto the table, and thrust into her from behind.
He then began rhythmically thrusting, his scrotum slapping against Hu Sanniang's vulva in rhythm, the slapping sounds of flesh colliding making one's blood boil.
His hands were not idle either, playing with her large breasts.
"Mmm, ah..."
Hu Sanniang's legs were lifted, and her head was forced upwards, her eyes able to see the thick penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, her breasts being forcefully kneaded.
Such a lewd scene almost made Hu Sanniang faint.
She, a respectable and pure woman, had never experienced such lewd intercourse.