Stepping into the workshop, a wave of heat, accompanied by the pungent smell of cooking oil, hits you.
Inside the workshop, the cheers of the craftsmen mingled with the roar of the machines, creating a triumphant symphony.
Qin Qianluo moved among the busy craftsmen, her eyes filled with satisfaction and emotion.
She gently reached out and stroked the brand-new steam engine. The metallic touch on her fingertips, carrying a scorching heat, made her feel as if she could sense the surging power within the machine.
Qin Qianluo was delighted by the outstanding intelligence and efficient research progress of the Ministry of Works, but she was also secretly worried about the sluggish and inefficient work style of some officials in the court.
She frowned slightly, sighed softly with a sense of helplessness, and her thoughts were tangled like a jumbled mess.
After a moment's thought, Qin Qianluo decisively took out a carefully drawn scroll from her sleeve and solemnly handed it to the Minister of Works.
Unfold the drawing, and you'll see that the lines are precise and smooth, and every annotation is clear and easy to understand.
Every detail reflects Qin Qianluo's countless days and nights of hard work and her earnest expectations for the future.
"The development of this steam engine will depend entirely on you all." Qin Qianluo's gaze was firm and profound, and her tone revealed an unquestionable determination.
"It is of paramount importance to the future of my Chengxiao Kingdom."
Today, the Baiyue region has been entirely incorporated into Chengxiao's territory, and the once scarce rubber resources are now readily available.
This undoubtedly created extremely favorable conditions for the research and development and manufacturing of steam vehicles.
Once the steam-powered vehicle is successfully invented, it will not only significantly shorten transportation time and improve the country's logistics efficiency, but will also become a key aid in the implementation of the ambitious plan to publish newspapers.
However, new problems arose one after another: who should be selected to be in charge of printing the newspaper?
Although the number of officials in the court has increased compared to the past, the existing manpower is still stretched thin in the face of the new, large and complex task of printing newspapers.
After returning to the mansion, Qin Qianluo lost her appetite and paced back and forth in the study for a long time, but she still couldn't come up with a clear idea.
She would sometimes pause by the window, gazing at the flowers and plants swaying in the breeze in the courtyard, trying to find inspiration in the tranquility of nature.
Sometimes he would return to his desk, poring over mountains of documents, hoping to find solutions from past experiences.
Time slipped by unnoticed until night fell quietly. The candlelight in the study flickered in the wind, casting a dim yellow glow on her slightly tired but still resolute face.
After her emotions gradually calmed down, Qin Qianluo spent an entire afternoon trying to calm herself down.
The newspaper's layout design, column planning, and operational strategies were all organized into a clear and logically rigorous manuscript.
She reviewed it repeatedly, not overlooking any minor flaws, and meticulously conceived and refined the content layout and typesetting of each section.
As dusk began to slowly envelop the palace like a light veil, palace lanterns were lit one by one, outlining a beautiful golden silhouette for the Forbidden City.
Like a sleeping dragon, it exudes a mysterious and solemn aura in the night.
Qin Qianlu rode in a simply decorated yet dignified carriage, slowly heading towards the palace.
The wheels rolled slowly over the stone pavement, making a dull, rhythmic sound that echoed through the quiet street.
Throughout the journey, Qin Qianluo gazed at the scenery outside the car window, lost in thought.
How to clearly and thoroughly explain the plan to promote the newspaper to the Emperor, and how to properly solve the thorny problem of manpower shortage?
The crimson twilight, like a dream, quietly and slowly spread from the edge of the towering palace walls of the Forbidden City.
Just like a skilled painter, using delicate brushstrokes to carefully drape a layer of hazy and beautiful golden gauze over the undulating glazed tiles.
Above the eaves of the Imperial Study, the hanging bronze bells jingled and tinkled like graceful fairies in the evening breeze that swept through the hall.
The sound echoed gently through the quiet and secluded palace gardens, like a melodious ancient tune.
It echoed the rhythmic clapper of the watchman in the distance, one high and one low, one crisp and one steady.
As night quietly falls over the Forbidden City, it subtly adds a touch of mystery and charm, as if telling the long and winding story of this ancient palace.
The carriage carrying Qin Qianluo slowly made its way along the bluestone road, which was carved with exquisite cloud patterns, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
The wheels gently collided with the stone slabs, producing a crisp and rhythmic "clattering" sound, like a soft melody.
Once the carriage came to a steady stop, Qin Qianluo, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, landed lightly on the ground with the careful assistance of the guards.
Her brocade robe was embroidered with intricate and exquisite lotus patterns in gold thread on the hem and cuffs.
The gold threads, faintly visible under the warm yellow light emitted by the palace lanterns, resembled twinkling stars in the dark night, adding to her nobility and elegance.
The mutton-fat jade pendant she wore at her waist was warm and delicate, like a pool of autumn water. It swayed gently with her steps, making a soft and pleasant clinking sound, as if it were singing a soft melody.
Guided by the guards, she moved gracefully along the long corridor and passed through the vermilion gate.
Her figure was like a fairy stepping out of an ancient painting, graceful and charming.
As the heavy wooden door of the Imperial Study slowly opened, a rich and unique aroma rushed out like a tide.
This aroma carries the rich and mellow fragrance of ambergris, as if it could transport one into a luxurious and mysterious dream.
It also has the elegant and refreshing charm of ink, like a gentle breeze, bringing the breath of knowledge and wisdom.
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