Chapter 59 My dear, I want to... My dear, I want to...
At the beginning of May, the world has already stepped into midsummer.
There is a saying that goes, "The drizzle makes the calamus green, the cicadas chirp and the pomegranate flowers bloom." However, the pomegranate flowers are just beginning to bloom, and are not as prosperous as the peonies, nor as bright as the crabapple.
Ye Jindian looked at a dewy pomegranate flower peeking out from the wall next door and thought it was shiny and cute.
“Ahhhhh——”
The little yellow dog barked fiercely at the neighbors.
"What's wrong with you?" Ye Jindian squatted down and touched its head.
The little yellow dog couldn't speak, and in a hurry it kept nudging her with its head, asking her to leave and not get close to this dangerous place.
Ye Jindian left without knowing why. However, this was her last day of rest, and she planned to review all her notes from the past few years.
After three years of hard work, she must have gained many new insights in the art of forging iron. It would be a pity if she stagnated.
She hurried to wash up.
As she washed her face, dewdrops from the apricots slid down and dripped onto her upturned forehead.
Very light, like a kiss.
The light kiss given by the apricot fruit made her feel better for the whole day, and she wished she could light a lamp and continue reading day and night.
When we resumed work the next day, good things happened one after another.
The supervisor gave her and Luo Dong a reward and a bronze medal symbolizing first-class craftsmen.
Their names were clearly engraved on the bronze plaque, along with the name of the workshop belonging to the Military Equipment Inspectorate.
Ye Jindian looked at it curiously for a long time before hanging it around her waist.
Luo Dong teased her, "You've even received the Mobei Army's Class A Craftsman ID card, personally administered by His Majesty. Why would you still want this?"
"This is different." Ye Jindian tied on her thick jacket. "This is the first ID card I've obtained on my own since arriving in the capital."
This means that she has managed to gain a foothold in the capital on her own.
Luo Dong was a man obsessed with forging weapons. After chatting with her for a few words, he started talking about forging iron tools.
Ye Jindian took out his notes and said, "Although I haven't worked as a blacksmith for three years, I haven't been idle during these three years. I have visited all the workshops in the capital, dug up all the relevant books, and visited many old masters in their homes."
She turned to the middle pages and handed them to Luo Dong.
Luo Dong didn't notice anything strange.
He himself could be considered a master. Therefore, whether it was the relevant classics or the conversations of the elders, the things recorded in them were all old and commonplace to him.
"Is there something wrong here?"
Ye Jindian pointed out a few passages: "Senior, please take a closer look at what these masters did in the process of forging their masterpieces."
Of course, the unique skills of the hundreds of craftsmen would not be described to her in detail from beginning to end.
However, he told her everything about the sacrifices and prayers he had done and the mistakes he had made during that time, no matter how big or small.
"I heard that someone once sacrificed his own body to a sword, and a divine weapon was born," she said, pointing to the booklet. "Although it's just a legend, and the price is too high, no one would easily attempt it. But after years of war, firewood is hard to find, and iron is even harder to find. People are no longer picky, so the iron is often mixed with various miscellaneous items."
Luo Dong remembered that she added charcoal powder to the iron.
"you mean--"
"What I mean is, if charcoal powder can be added, human bodies can be sacrificed, and all sorts of miscellaneous objects can be accidentally turned into sharp swords, then wouldn't adding different things to iron material produce completely different new iron?" Ye Jindian found some charcoal and started grinding it. "Even different charcoal, charcoal ground to different coarseness, when added to iron material, can produce completely different new iron?"
After repairing the crossbow last time, I found that the harder the weapon, the better it is.
Perhaps adding new iron forged from different materials can give them a completely new direction in improving weapons.
Luo Dong thought it made sense.
Ye Jindian said: "Iron was originally discovered from stone mines, and most of the masterpieces made by these predecessors were accidentally added with stone and gold objects. Could it be..."
Luo Dong immediately went to the supervisor and asked for various kinds of stones.
During the hundred years of turbulent times, it was harder to find a great craftsman than a great general. After finally winning over the two of them, the Supervisor was naturally easy to talk to.
only--
"If you want different kinds of stone, you'll have to consult the Stone Warehouse Commander of the Ministry of Works." The Supervisor put his hands behind his back. "I'll figure that out. Just focus on repairing the weapons in the warehouse. If you have any new ideas for forging or improving weapons, please try them out."
He repeated "Try more" three times.
Just when he was about to go to the Ministry of Works, Luo Ying from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion came with people to return the crossbow and other weapons.
"Superintendent, all the loaned weapons are here." He patted the vehicle carrying the weapons. "Have someone count them and sign them for me so I can report back."
Ye Jindian understood it immediately.
No wonder the Arms Inspectorate was in a hurry to find someone to repair the crossbow. It turned out that they were going to use it to suppress the rebels.
After Luo Ying threw the booklet to the Supervisor, she turned to look at her and said, "Sister-in-law is here too. Has everything been okay these past two days?"
His baby face looks very approachable, just like the chubby little brother next door who has been around since childhood.
"Yeah." Ye Jindian nodded at him, "How are you guys? Have you finished with the rebels?"
Speaking of this, Luo Ying's face fell. "Fighting a battle with the rebels is easy, but the logistics, recruiting them, and stabilizing the people's hearts are really annoying."
When he talked about the three things, he became weak and powerless, as if half his life was hanging by a thread.
Ye Jindian comforted him: "Things have finally been settled, and you can breathe a sigh of relief."
Luoying felt sad.
Their prime minister was indeed a man of great foresight, and he cooperated perfectly with Fufeng. They took down the enemy's main generals in one go, and captured the enemy's leader very smoothly.
The rebels' morale collapsed quickly, but their side's morale was greatly boosted, and they captured everyone before the second half of the night.
As they followed the cave, they found that this group of people actually overlapped with the spies sent by the Northern Wan Kingdom earlier. There were not only traces left by the previously captured spies, but also pancake crumbs that had not been dragged away by the rats.
what does that mean?
This means that the other party has support in Shengjing, and they recently met in this cave!
This also means that the Northern Wan Kingdom is truly restless and is very likely to cause trouble!!
It also means that the generals in the Right Prime Minister’s Office will not be able to rest in peace!!!
However, these things are confidential and cannot be told to others.
Luo Ying could only talk nonsense: "But we are worried too. Although this weapon is good, we still need to choose the right person to use it. If the other two colleagues don't lend a hand, our Prime Minister will be the only one who can use this crossbow. It will be a tough fight."
Ye Jindian asked, "Is the Prime Minister...always like this, always rushing to the front of everything?"
Luo Ying complained to her in a low voice: "Yes, you are too reckless." Seeing Ye Jindian frown, he quickly added, "But there is nothing we can do. There are some things that only the Prime Minister can do. We are really powerless."
After saying that, he wanted to slap himself.
The more I talk about it, the more worried I get. It would be better not to say anything.
He patted his mouth for being too talkative. "Actually—if it were a normal battle, there would be a vanguard charging ahead. Not everything would require the Prime Minister to take risks."
Well, before His Majesty ascended the throne, the two vanguard armies seemed to be led by His Majesty and their Prime Minister. After His Majesty ascended the throne, the two vanguard armies were merged into one, and the Prime Minister was in charge of them all.
Thinking about it this way, their Prime Minister is indeed quite worrying.
Ye Jindian lowered her eyes and glanced at the sixteen-stone crossbow that was carried away by the two of them.
Maybe she can think of a way.
"Uh... well..." Luo Ying was afraid of making things worse, so she quickly started talking. "My husband has already received the peach blossoms and letter from my sister-in-law. He said that after he's done with these two days, he'll definitely make time to go back and spend some time with you."
When talking about her handsome husband, Ye Jindian's brows finally relaxed a little.
She asked, "Is he okay these days?"
"Very well." Luo Ying thought of their Prime Minister's thunderous methods and said sincerely, "He has adapted exceptionally well and done his job impeccably. Everyone praises him."
The highly praised Prime Minister sat in the dark, holding a piece of wood and a carving knife in his hands.
There was no sunlight in the prison, only a scarlet charcoal basin to illuminate his hands.
There was dead silence all around, with only the "thump thump" sound of the knife in his hand chopping wood. Even the charcoal fire held its breath and did not dare to make a "crackling" sound.
In such darkness and silence, even the slightest sound will be amplified countless times, stirring in the ears and hitting the eardrums torturously.
"Huh..." Zhang Min blew away the sawdust on the knife. "He hasn't spoken for so long. It seems that this person is still too clear-headed."
He put away the wood that had already vaguely revealed a human shape and ordered casually, "Goshawk, continue to greet these two tough guys."
“Clatter—”
The chain kept shaking, but there was no sound.
Goshawk peeked out a bit of his bloodstained robe from the darkness and said indifferently, "Yes."
This went on for three consecutive days.
Day 4.
The outline of a skirt was already visible in Zhang Min's wooden carving. He stood up to stretch his muscles and looked at the two men with their mouths gagged. He said in surprise, "Tsk, look at my memory. I've been interrogating you for several days and I even forgot to take the cloth out of your mouths."
He waved to the hawk.
The goshawk didn't even blink as it pulled the cloth out with such force that two of its teeth flew off and fell to the dark and damp ground.
After the first night of lying, the two had been silenced until now. They no longer dared to hide anything and spilled everything they knew.
After recording the confession, it was already midnight.
Luo Ying stood guard outside the door and said, "The soup that my sister-in-law brought has been reheated. My Lord, remember to drink it."
Zhang Min naturally would not forget this.
While drinking soup, the secret guard came back from his shift to report that Ye Jindian had arrived home.
"You're back at this hour again?" Zhang Min put down the soup bowl, frowning. "I'm going to go back. Those of you who need to rest can take a break, and those who need to work remember to get their evening snacks."
After he finished explaining, he quickly washed up, rinsed off the smell of blood on his body, changed his clothes and went home.
Zhang Min returned to the courtyard. Ye Jindian had just come out of the bath, with a damp and hot mist still on her body, and walked out of the candlelight.
The little yellow dog protected its master and howled at him in a low voice.
Ye Jindian looked at the people in the courtyard and called out uncertainly, "Husband?"
"Yeah. It's me."
Zhang Min stepped onto the inner corridor and slowly approached her.
The dark eyes faced the light, lowered, concealing the noisy thoughts and releasing only a few traces of joy of meeting each other.
He raised his hand and pushed back the hair that was scattered on her cheek: "Why haven't you slept yet?"
"Then why are you back at this time?"
"I..." Zhang Min's eyes softened, "I want to see you."
After Ye Jindian dispersed the hot mist, she was too lazy to clean up and pulled him to lie on the couch.
She reached out and hugged him: "Are you still busy tomorrow?"
Fortunately, I didn’t lose weight.
"Yeah." Zhang Min leaned in, pulled her into his arms, and rested his chin on her forehead. "It will probably take about ten days."
The two of them whispered about what they had been busy with recently.
Ye Jindian kicked the quilt and said, "Husband, do you feel a little hot?"
She tugged at her collar and felt sweat on the back of her neck.
Zhang Min is also hot.
Not only is it hot, but it's also very swollen.
He coughed twice, afraid that his throat wouldn't be blocked. "Yes, it's a little hot. But it's also cold late at night in May. Don't kick the quilt. I'll fan you and you won't be cold when you sleep."
He took a fan from the cupboard, hugged her again, held her hair in his hands, and fanned her gently.
"Husband..."
Ye Jindian still felt something was wrong.
She raised her head and saw two bright red, moist lips, and couldn't help swallowing.
Zhang Min's throat also felt dry and itchy.
His Adam's apple rolled and he looked down at her.
"My wife."
"I think--"
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