Chapter 207 I Want to Strangle You
The population of Danshui City has now exceeded 500,000. This is because a large number of migrant workers live in the suburbs or even further afield in workshops; otherwise, it would certainly have surpassed one million, making it one of the largest cities in the world.
With so many people around, things became more complicated. The strange phenomena that Allen exhibited on the Twin Towers' rooftop were seen by more than one person, and his angry shout, "Do you think Saint-level beings are as common as cabbages?" was heard by countless people. In an instant, the whole city began to discuss the meaning behind Allen's words.
Tea drinker A: "Do you know that the twin towers in the royal castle were dazzling with starlight that night? It was like a scene from heaven."
Customer B: "I only got up when I heard Lord Allen shouting, but I didn't see anything! How did you see anything?"
Tea drinker C: "He saw nothing. We were both drunk over there. His brother-in-law is a sanitation worker. He got up early to sweep the streets and just happened to see it. He's really lucky. He can brag about it for years."
Tea drinker B: "Although I didn't see the scene, I heard Allen's words very clearly. Did you guys catch the implication?"
Tea drinker A and tea drinker C both shook their heads and remained silent, listening intently for tea drinker B to show off.
"Do you two understand what Lord Allen meant when he said, 'You have your own legacy, why don't you become a Saint-level being?'"
Tea drinker A and tea drinker C shook their heads simultaneously like head nodding bugs, making tea drinker B even more smug.
"What is inheritance? It is a cultivation method that our ancestors obtained at the cost of countless lives. The quality of the inheritance determines the level and limit of your cultivation achievements. What Allen Da Rao means is... our prince has a cultivation method that leads directly to the Saint level, and he can eventually cultivate to the Saint level."
"Isn't that obvious? The old prince is at the Realm, the old princess is at the Saint level, so how could our prince not have a cultivation method? How old is our prince now? He's already at the Profound Realm. In the future, he'll either be at the Realm or the Saint level." After hearing the tea drinker B's boasting, tea drinker A was immediately unconvinced. After all, everyone knew that Qin Mo was a cultivator.
“Alas! You don’t know the hardships of cultivation if you don’t practice! I… never mind, no thanks.” Tea drinker B suddenly lost interest and began to drink his tea in silence.
"Hey! Brother, don't be discouraged. It's just that you failed your first awakening. Next time, don't rush. Be patient and wait in line. Make sure you get into Qingqi Residence before trying to awaken. You can't waste the potion rubbings again! Everyone has money now. If we weren't both so old, we would definitely spend tens of thousands of taels to try it once."
Qin Mo's Qingqi Residence is only open once a month, with only six spots available each time. Some of these spots are reserved for ordinary retainers, but they must be reviewed and wait in line.
"No, let's have some tea. This year's sugarcane harvest is good, the juice is sweet, and we have no trouble selling sugar and rum. Let's not be ungrateful. A few years ago, who would have thought we could live like this, taking concubines as we please, haha!"
Tea drinker B was a lively person with a good outlook on life. He livened up the atmosphere with just a few words, and everyone spent this rare moment of leisure in the teahouse laughing and joking.
Meanwhile, unseen by them, spies from various factions began writing similar accounts in letters, quickly sending them to their respective leaders.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, accompanied by flying pieces of iron, more than a dozen soldiers of the Shenji Battalion lay on the ground in pools of blood, half of whom died instantly.
"Quickly save him! Call the army doctor!"
The brigade commander, shouting as he led his men, carried the still-breathing soldiers to a distance. Tears streamed down his face. They were all comrades-in-arms; just moments ago they were laughing and joking, and now it was all gone. No one could bear it.
The strong and bear-like Qin Yumu stormed into the cannon-casting workshop of the royal workshop located in the Changping camp, grabbed a Ministry of Works official by the collar, and roared angrily with his blood-red mouth wide open.
"Why is it always your Ministry of Works' cannons? Why are they always yours? They bombard us three times a month. My brothers are all going to die. Do you expect me to go to the battlefield naked?"
A group of brigade commanders quickly pulled their leaders back, and just like that, the official in charge of the Ministry of Works rolled his eyes back and fainted.
“Your Highness, we are all workers. You have seen how difficult it is to cast cannons. It’s not that we are not doing our best, but it is unavoidable. You can’t fire more than five times in a row. You have to stop firing and let it cool down. Each time, you have to wipe the cannon barrel with a damp mop.” Another foreman of craftsmen looked at Qin Yumu, whose eyes were red, and dared not refute him. He could only explain to him in a heartfelt way.
"Bullshit! Even the cannons from the big workshops are better than yours. Did you take advantage of this? Otherwise, why are your cannons the worst and explode the most?"
Qin Yumu brought ten cannons back to the Changping camp from Dayuan and immediately began high-intensity training. He had a training manual written for him by Qin Mo and followed it step by step. The Shenji Battalion quickly took on a decent appearance. However, the shortage of cannons was too great, so they could only train in shifts.
With the royal artisans' workshops and the Ministry of Works' workshops beginning to trial-produce cannons, the Divine Machine Battalion finally began full-scale training. The empire's strength was not to be underestimated; with both workshops operating at full capacity, they could produce twenty to thirty cannons a month.
However, once the prototype cannons entered the Shenji Camp, problems arose. They would frequently explode, and even though Qin Yumu reduced the rate of fire and increased the frequency of wiping the cannon barrels with damp cloths, the problem was not completely solved. The cannons that experienced the most barrel explosions were those prototyped in the Earth-class workshop.
“Your Highness, the Zihao workshop is so wealthy! Every month, Her Majesty the Empress subsidizes so much silver. Our Dizi workshop is neglected by everyone. The royal craftsmen look down on us, and now the Ministry of Works treats us like outsiders. You keep pressing us for cannons every month, and you're unhappy about all the scrap we produce. We really have no choice!”
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