Chapter 232: Secret

But Bei Jingchu was not satisfied with his answer: "You need my instructions for everything. Are you here for nothing?"

"Do you think this is the only mission His Majesty has assigned to this princess?"

"You're wasting all your energy on this, why would I come to clean up your mess?"

"Tell me, what should we do?"

He asked, "A huge sum of money?"

"Yes, but what if someone insists on his own opinion and still refuses to cooperate?"

"Then...then punish him severely."

"It turns out that the Shangshu was not incapable of thinking, but was just thinking in the wrong direction."

"Remember, we don't have much time, and we have to fight for every minute."

The little girl looked very dignified.

At this moment, Bei Jingchu was grateful for her mask. If it weren't for the mask, her missing front teeth would be exposed when she spoke.

How can you still be so majestic?

At this time, in the dark secret palace of Bie Ye.

Everyone was clearly separated and even the curtains were drawn.

Some of them even brought their apprentices with them, asking them to keep a close eye on things and not let outsiders glance over here.

Facing Changyan's request to learn, the craftsman was full of arrogance and said, "Our craftsmanship has been passed down from generation to generation, and will not be passed on to outsiders."

"Even if I accept disciples, I will pass it on to males, not females."

"You are a pretty girl, and you are also hardworking. How about you become my daughter-in-law?"

"When you give birth to my grandson, maybe my son will be in a good mood and teach you a trick or two."

As he spoke, the 14 or 15-year-old boy next to him, who was spitting out a mouthful of phlegm, brightened his eyes and nodded: "Okay, Aye!"

"I do, I do!"

Changyan: ...I don't want to!

Even though she was young and ignorant, she knew that this transaction was a big loss.

Not to mention, after she made this suggestion, these people began to look at her vaguely.

They didn't know she was a palace maid, they just thought she was a daughter brought in by one of them.

I once teased her, saying that her father was bringing a successor, and he was bringing a girl with him, and asked if she had no useless brothers in the family.

Every time she wanted to ask something, she was regarded as a thief who was trying to steal someone's knowledge.

Changyan felt very aggrieved, but the craftsman also thought he was right.

Family inherited skills are so valuable!

My own daughter-in-law is not even worthy of learning it, so how can I just pass it on to an outsider?

Just when Changyan was at a loss, the Minister of Works arrived.

"Ming Gong."

They didn't know that the person who came to supervise them was a person of such high status as the Minister of Works. They only knew that he was an official.

When he came, he didn't waste time talking and asked someone to open the box behind him.

A golden light flashed out.

"Anyone who is willing to demonstrate all his inherited skills will be rewarded with ten ounces of gold."

After this statement was made, many people became restless.

To most common people, ten ounces of gold was a dollar amount.

Soon someone took the lead.

"With my skills, I can't earn ten taels of gold even if I keep them hidden for my whole life."

"It would be better to exchange it for some money and go back to give my family a good life."

There were only a few tough guys left, and they were dressed slightly better than the others. It seemed that they were good at craftsmanship and had plenty of money.

"Giving you money and letting you sell your craft is giving you face."

"But some people still don't understand what they are doing."

"Yes, the people on the list are craftsmen in the repair industry."

"They are working hard outside."

"And you, the most skilled ones, were brought here."

"You don't need to know the purpose of what you make, just know that you are working for the court."

"No one can hide anything!"

"Or, take the money and hand over everything."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Some of the frightened people loosened up and stepped forward to take the money.

In the end, only two stubborn ones were left, who held on to their family's secret skills and refused to pass them on.

One of them was trying to get Chang Yan to be his daughter-in-law.

The Minister of Works singled him out and had him pushed down on a chair in front of everyone.

The broad, heavy, spiked board only hit him once, and the man tried to twist his buttocks and beg for mercy.

"My Lord, my Lord! Spare my life!"

"We dare not do that! We will obey your orders!"

Seeing his fate, the other person also gave in.

He was lowered from the bench.

The Minister of Works left with the remaining gold.

His son stepped forward and asked with a shameless face: "Mingsir, we haven't received our gold yet."

The Minister of Works ignored him and just left.

The executioner was speechless: "It's the last step, and you still refuse to obey. You still want the gold?"

"Those who don't listen naturally have nothing."

The young man was at a loss: "This, this..."

Now, when Changyan went to ask for advice, no one dared to remain silent.

Except for the old man who had just been beaten, "Get out of here and don't bother me."

Chang Yan said calmly: "Master, if you keep hiding this, I will go and complain to the security guard."

"You want another beating?"

His injury has never healed.

The atmosphere of teaching in the secret palace gradually improved since the long smoke appeared.

They are all the top craftsmen recruited.

Many people had bursts of inspiration after asking for advice and discussing.

Not long after, Bei Jingchu received a cannon that had taken shape.

The Minister of Industry introduced her how to use it: "Put some gravel and patches in the bucket."

"Ignite the gunpowder and it will blast away a cloud of debris."

"One shot can injure a large area of ​​the enemy."

Although it looked like just a homemade cannon, Bei Jingchu touched the rough barrel with care.

"Have you tried it?"

"Of course I have tried it before I dare to ask for credit from Your Highness."

"Your Highness's decision is correct. Only by allowing the craftsmen to communicate with each other without reservation can we create new and powerful weapons as quickly as possible."

Bei Jingchu ignored his praise and patted the gun barrel happily.

"The person who made this thing will be rewarded according to his merit."

"yes."

"I heard that Miss Changyan also made a lot of efforts. Some of the key ideas were proposed by her."

Bei Jingchu glanced to the side, the genius is indeed a genius.

She smiled even more happily, with an inexplicable sense of pride that her daughter had grown up, and completely forgot that she was younger than her daughter and was only an eight-year-old baby.

However, all smiles were hidden by the mask, with only the eyes slightly curved in an imperceptible arc, giving a feeling of not showing joy or anger.

"Then I will give you a reward according to the rules."