Chapter 66: The sword is good, but its power is really limited...

Su Wang's words calmed Bei Wangyue down completely. He began to discuss with Su Wang how to deal with Hu Youan. Going directly to Jingchang to find people who disliked Hu Youan would definitely not work.

If we move too much at that time, it will be easy for the emperor to find out.

So they had to find a way to make arrangements first, so that those who disliked Hu Youan and wanted to deal with him would jump out on their own.

The spring plowing was quickly coming to an end. This was Shen Zhiwei's third year in this world, and also her third spring plowing. She had higher expectations for the grain yield this time, because all the seeds had gone through two rounds of screening, and the selected seeds were all high-yield and drought-resistant varieties.

In the summer, droughts are common near Jingchang, and the rainfall is not abundant. There are records of excessive rainfall, but such records do not occur once in more than a hundred years.

Shen Zhiwei didn't think she would encounter such a disaster while she was in office. If she really encountered it, there would be nothing she could do. In modern times, people could not resist the might of nature, let alone the ancient times. She could only provide disaster relief when there was a disaster, and do her job well when there was no disaster.

For a while, the entire Jingchang fell into a stable state, and even the newcomers who entered the officialdom through the imperial examination felt a lot more relaxed.

This is the effect of having a lot of people. Originally, everyone had a lot of work to do, but now with so many new people in, the work has been slightly divided up, and everyone is relieved. When Shen Zhiwei went to court, he finally didn't have to face the dark blue panda eyes of the civil and military officials in the court.

Especially Wen Tao, her young face quickly regained its former vitality, her skin became rosy and shiny, and it was obvious that she was full of energy and blood.

It's good to be young. Young people recover quickly. For example, Wen Tao's father still looks thin and skinny after a long time. Every time Shen Zhiwei sees Wen Shao, she feels like she is abusing the elderly.

The old man himself had no awareness that the king was abusing him, and he even wanted to abuse the king in return.

In Shen Zhiwei's opinion, this is the case. Now that there is nothing to do, Wen Shao starts to drag her to class again.

It is indeed useful to learn more knowledge. One can keep learning throughout life. Learning is the best way to improve oneself. Shen Zhiwei understands all these principles, but she really finds it hard to accept!

She finally stopped being so busy with work, so couldn't she just rest? She'd slept until she woke naturally, eaten until she was full, and then had nothing to do but eat, drink, and have fun. Could it be that these good days were gone forever?

No! Shen Zhiwei couldn't help but let out a wail. She really missed the old days!

A good day for her to start playing badly!

"Your Majesty, this is the memorial submitted today."

Just as Shen Zhiwei wailed and slumped over the table, humiliating himself, Yanxia came in with a group of female officials, each holding a stack of memorials in her hands.

Now paper has been fully spread in Jingchang, and memorials have also been updated and replaced from the original heavy bamboo slips to light memorials.

The bamboo slips that took several people to carry in with shoulder poles, and the memorials piled high in people's arms, Shen Zhiwei really didn't know which one gave her a headache more.

"Put it down."

Shen Zhiwei sat up straight, looked up through the palace door at the sky outside. The sky was clear blue, and a breeze blew, bringing a little coolness.

It's not summer yet, and the weather is the best right now. The temperature is around 20 degrees, neither too hot nor too cold, which is Shen Zhiwei's favorite temperature of the year.

The humidity is just right, not as dry as in autumn, which makes people get irritated.

"It's such nice weather, it's such a waste to look at these things, let's go to the Imperial Garden for a stroll!"

Shen Zhiwei decisively decided to skip work and go out to play, as he could delay it for a while.

Naturally, female officials such as Yanxia did not dare to stop the king. Moreover, the king had to review all the memorials every day and would not delay the next day's government affairs because of playing during the day, so they could only respectfully follow Shen Zhiwei to the imperial garden.

In the imperial garden, flowers are in full bloom, vying for beauty, with butterflies and bees flying around them. When the wind blows, the fragrance of flowers fills the air, making people feel relaxed and happy.

After Shen Zhiwei took a walk in the Imperial Garden, he felt refreshed and in much better spirits. The annoyance that had been weighing on his heart due to the numerous government affairs was also relieved.

There was no one in her harem, and she wouldn't run into anyone when walking in the imperial garden. Shen Zhiwei felt so comfortable.

She also wanted to thank the modeler of this game for not building the palace according to the scale of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but for integrating the palace architecture of various dynasties. Otherwise, if she wanted to visit the Imperial Garden, she would have to create one by hand, just like if she wanted to eat stir-fried dishes, she would have to make the pot herself.

Thinking of the pot, Shen Zhiwei thought of An Jin.

Since the shipyard was opened, Shen Zhiwei has not paid much attention to An Jin. To her, An Jin's role is to make iron pots. An Jin completed this requirement early on, so Shen Zhiwei naturally didn't bother to take care of her for anything else.

But now Shen Zhiwei wants to complete special tasks and get achievement points, so she has to make Jingchang stronger in all aspects.

The several special tasks that were triggered before have been settled one after another. It was almost as Shen Zhiwei expected. The national war series of tasks had an SSR-level ending, and the ratings of the other tasks were also very high, all reaching the SSR level, which surprised Shen Zhiwei.

I don’t know whether the ending standards for special events are correct. I always feel like the system is cheating for her. What’s going on?

Shen Zhiwei was a little worried that the subsequent special event would not be SSR, so she kept thinking about how she could consciously trigger the special event and then ensure that it reached the SSR level ending and obtained the highest level of achievement points.

Shen Zhiwei doesn't want to do special missions in this world for thirty or forty years. If she really stays in this world for thirty or forty years, when she returns to the modern world, she probably won't even know what her modern self looks like.

In fact, she in modern times is exactly the same as she in this world, except that one is a king and the other is just an ordinary person. Their auras are completely different, and their appearances seem completely different as well.

While thinking, Shen Zhiwei had already arrived at the Hundred Craftsmen's Workshop from the Imperial Garden.

An Jin was forging weapons, and Shen Zhiwei only discovered after spending all these years together that the only thing on An Jin's mind was forging weapons.

No wonder she could even make a sword when Shen Zhiwei asked her to make a pot, because An Jin was a master forger and a crazy person who specialized in military equipment.

People with abilities have some special quirks. An Jin is a genius in making weapons, a real genius. Shen Zhiwei is willing to go along with him. She has always been very tolerant of talents.

"Anjin greets the king!"

As soon as An Jin heard that the king was coming, she threw the sword she was forging aside and ran out to greet the king. The king had not been to the Hundred Workshops for a while. She heard that the shipyard had received a reward from the king, and Huang Yu was even given a surname by the king, just like her. This made her a little nervous.

In the past, she was the most favored craftsman in the eyes of the king. Now that there is an additional shipyard, she wonders whether the king will still value her as much as before.

Because of the tension, An Jin's attitude this time was more enthusiastic than any other time Shen Zhiwei came.

Shen Zhiwei was a little uncomfortable with this kind of enthusiasm. In the past, when she came over, how could An Jin put down the sword in his hand to greet her!

Human nature is indeed not immune to temptation. Shen Zhiwei looked at the nervous and happy An Jin, and mentally spread his hands. With a gentle smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to straighten the leaning An Jin and asked, "I'm just walking around. Jin Mo, don't be nervous. What are you forging recently?"

An Jin quickly introduced to Shen Zhiwei that she was trying to add various metals to the sword body to see which metal could make the sword body stronger while also having toughness so as not to cut into it or break the sword during a clash.

This was the feedback gained from several wars, especially the war against the Northern Kingdom. The Northern Kingdom had also started using iron swords. When Jingchang attacked the Bian Kingdom before, An Jin released a lot of false news in order to prevent the Bian Kingdom from counterattacking. More than a year had passed, and the Northern Kingdom had seen through those false news, made iron on its own, and mastered the Hundred Refining Technique without a teacher.

Shen Zhiwei had long anticipated the rapid catch-up in the manufacture of cold weapons. Beiguo and Jingchang were adjacent to each other, and the two countries exchanged what they had, and the nobles frequently intermarried. Even if the two countries started a war, it would be impossible to completely cut off the connection. In this case, the technology of Bailian Steel took two or three years to learn, which was already the result of Shen Zhiwei's excellent intelligence management work.

Even if it's airplanes and cannons, as long as we want to make them, what can't we catch up with?

An Jin's idea is correct, that is, after the enemy catches up, he should find ways to continue research, create technological barriers, and ensure that his technology is always faster than that of the enemy.

"This attack on the Northern Kingdom has exposed many problems within the army. Regarding the soldiers, all issues can be addressed by You'an. As for the weapons, Anjin will need to focus on them."

Shen Zhiwei looked at the swords thrown around on the ground beside him, and a serious look flashed in his eyes. Some of the swords were broken and some had gaps. It was estimated that in the next pot, An Jin would melt all the swords, reforge them, and try again.

But this kind of experimentation is endless. There are so many metals in the world, and every tiny change in proportion can have different effects. How long will it take to get the best proportion?

Do they have so much time in the world to wait for them to try slowly?

"Don't worry, my king. This is Jin's responsibility. I will not let you down. I will forge the sharpest sword in the world for you!"

While Shen Zhiwei was lost in thought, An Jin's passion had already ignited again.

An Jin thought, the king really still values ​​himself the most. What does it matter if the shipyard can make money? Money can't kill enemies on the battlefield.

Of course, it’s not that money is not important, but An Jin feels that he is more important.

This realization made An Jin very happy. She wished she could start another furnace right now and refine hundreds of swords to quickly find the best proportions for the swords.

"Although this sword is good, these weapons are ultimately limited in power." Shen Zhiwei reached out and picked up a sword. The sword flashed with a cold light, reflecting her cold eyes.

An Jin was puzzled. Her gaze slowly fell on the sword. Her eyes, which seemed particularly cold at the moment, seemed to contain some emotions that she could not understand.

An Jin seemed to sense something, his heart skipped a beat, and he spoke cautiously, "My King?"

"It's okay, you can continue to practice the sword. I'll leave first."

Shen Zhiwei said nothing, put down the sword and turned to leave. An Jin bowed and saw her off. After the king left, she turned around and picked up the sword that was still warm, with a look of confusion on her face.

With such a powerful weapon, Your Majesty, are you still not satisfied?