Chapter 484 Something is wrong
After all, the mystery of the Saint of Wala still shrouds his mind.
He is eager to know what is going on there.
However, the news brought by the Black Armored Army is not about this.
"Reporting to the Lord of the Imperial Household, there is still no news from the spies sent to Wala."
The Black Armored Army paused, then lowered his eyebrows and said, "I am here to report about the weapons factory."
"Oh? What happened to the weapons factory?" Mu Yihan leaned forward.
"This time, according to your order, we are about to rush to produce a batch of fire guns, thunder bombs and other items."
"But we have limited asphalt, and no new asphalt mines have been discovered in the past ten years. If we buy a large amount of it from the market, then the daily necessities of the people will be greatly affected." The Black Armored Army said in embarrassment.
Mu Yihan was not surprised by this.
The lack of lithotripsy in Nanji made mining difficult, which was a common occurrence.
He rubbed his forehead and raised his voice, "Didn't I tell you to contact the foreign envoys from Persia, the Arabs and other countries to buy the tallow as well as not to touch the ones currently circulating in the market?" The subordinate who
came to report felt even more embarrassed, "But, just a few days ago, those foreign envoys have changed their minds and refused to sell the tallow to us..."
"What?" Mu Yihan couldn't help but frowned, and his tone became heavy, "Why?"
"Originally, those people were unwilling to say." The black-armored soldier lowered his head and said, "Until I followed them secretly, I overheard one of them... mentioned Wala."
"From what they said, although Wala didn't know why, it had already spent a lot of money to buy their excess tallow in the next ten years, so they rejected us."
Wala has few people?
Why do they need so much tallow!
Mu Yihan narrowed his eyes, and suddenly felt something was wrong!
Lithium, also known as stone paint or petroleum, is not only used in people's daily expenses, but is also essential for making firearms.
And now, Wala is in a hurry to buy a large amount of lithosphere, but I am afraid it may not be for making daily necessities...
Ali on the side was surprised and said, "National Master, could it be that Wala is the same as us, buying lithosphere to make firearms?"
"If so, judging from their posture, they are probably thinking about the war!" Ali clenched his fists, "Then isn't our Nanji in danger!"
Mu Yihan's expression sank, although he did not show any panic.
But in his heart, he suddenly felt strange. First it was the saint, and then it was the large-scale production of firearms. It seems that Wala definitely has a big plan.
Mu Yihan frowned and asked everyone to leave the hall first.
After thinking for a while, he summoned all the spies and ordered them to go to Wala immediately to find out the origin of the saint.
At the same time, Mu Yihan issued another decree, intending to try his luck.
"Our Nanji is vast and rich in resources. It is not that there is no asphalt mine."
Mu Yihan rubbed his palm, "It's just that the manpower is small and it is difficult to find its location. Order the people to know that if anyone can get clues about the asphalt mine, they will be rewarded and given official titles!"
However, this matter cannot be too deliberate, so as not to cause panic among the people.
Once they know that asphalt is in urgent need, everyone will go to stockpile lamp oil, ink blocks and other things.
Therefore, this order can only be sandwiched in a pile of notices and posted in the capital and various prefectures.
The night is dark, and the moon hangs high on the branches, which seems particularly quiet.
In front of the bulletin board in the capital, a crow flew past, blocking half of the moonlight.
A group of more than ten people, stepping on the moonlight, walked along the center of the street, heading towards the suburbs of Beijing.
Suddenly, the crowd stopped, and a big hand reached out, tore off the notice on it, revealing a mocking look.
"Haha, it is said that the people of Nan Ji are wise, it seems that they are just like this, the asphalt mine is right under our feet, but no one has discovered it."
"The saint is still wise. She knew there was a mine here and ordered us to come and take it."
"The saint knows everything, how can she be compared to the stupid people of Nan Ji!"
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, go there quickly, dig for another three days, and we can get the first bucket of asphalt."
The long street is deep and the moonlight is like fog.
The jokes mixed with the Wala accent are like a ghost, slowly spreading on the street...
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