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The weather was gradually turning cold, and the chilling wind sent shivers down one’s spine. Shrugging his neck, Qin Chengming cupped his hands and said, “Thank you for Your Highness’s kindness. However, before departing, His Majesty ordered me to return promptly to report. I dare not delay, so I won’t stay longer in Qingzhou.” “Is that so? What a pity,” Xiao Ming said. He actually hoped Qin Chengming could bring some of Qingzhou’s unique traits back to Chang’an to…-
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Qingzhou. After intense disputes, Li Wei angrily signed a trade agreement for one thousand naval cannons. According to the agreement, each cannon was priced at twenty thousand taels, totaling twenty million taels for all one thousand. This twenty million taels would be paid with three hundred large merchant ships, two hundred medium merchant ships, and twenty thousand slave craftsmen from shipyards. Qingzhou would assign personnel to select these ships and craftsmen. After meeting with Li Wei last time,…
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Half a month of busy activity passed in the blink of an eye. Taking advantage of this period with fewer political affairs, Xiao Ming focused his energy with Chen Wenlong to basically refine Qingzhou’s industrial structure. For Xiao Ming, his goal was to build a complete industrial system that could provide all the basic materials necessary to continuously turn technological products into reality. Because of this, considering Qingzhou’s currently weak industrial foundation, they began refining and…
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Chang’an, Chengqing Hall. Facing the court officials and generals, Xiao Wenxuan angrily threw the memorial scroll at the feet of the Third Prince. “Look at this. This is the memorial just submitted by the Wei King. This is the Chu King you’ve been so desperately defending. Your uncle has embarrassed me like this,” Xiao Wenxuan said furiously. The Third Prince’s face paled. He crouched down to pick up the memorial, but just one glance at its contents made his expression change drastically. The…
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Xiao Wenxuan’s stern voice echoed through Chengqing Hall. None of the ministers below voiced any opposition. The Great Yu Empire had just shaken off the humiliating tribute to the barbarians. Could a bunch of barbarians who suddenly appeared from nowhere force the Great Yu Empire to sign another humiliating treaty? Moreover, in the ministers’ eyes, the barbarians were the real enemy of the Great Yu Empire. These sea barbarians were insignificant— the ocean was just a strange word to them. As for…
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Advanced chapter at patreon.com/caleredhair The governor’s mansion was silent. Yue Yun’s question drew all eyes to Xiao Ming. After the northern campaign, was Qingzhou preparing for another war? And what was the purpose? “That’s right! the navy will fight, for sea power!” Xiao Ming’s words struck hard. He knew the generals had no real concept of maritime rights, which was why China’s navy had fallen behind. For centuries, land power shaped civilization, and enemies came from…
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Standing in the courtyard, Xiao Ming looked towards Bowen Academy and waited for a while, but no smoke appeared. He thought to himself, this must not be an explosion in the chemistry academy, because after a chemical explosion there would usually be a plume of smoke. But whatever it was, he had to go check it out—if there were casualties, it would be a big problem. With that in mind, he immediately had someone prepare horses to rush to Bowen Academy. “What happened?” As soon as he arrived at…
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Early in the morning, a loud rooster crow shattered the silence. Because of tiredness the night before, the two had gone to bed early. Now Xiao Ming woke up, but Fei Yue’er was still sound asleep. Not wanting to disturb her, he quietly got out of bed alone. He had many official matters to handle today. It had been a month since he last returned, and he wasn’t sure what had happened in his fief during that time. Most important was the potato situation. He needed to promote potatoes this year, so the…
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“Start!” With that order, Kui Wu led over a thousand slaves rushing into the potato fields. Harvesting potatoes was simple—just dig open the raised soil ridges, and inside were the yellow-orange potatoes. In modern times, potatoes are called mǎlíngshǔ, also known as dìdàn. When he was young, Xiao Ming often mixed up potatoes and sweet potatoes, which are actually a different high-yield crop not yet introduced from overseas. Modern agriculture was part of his plans too, so he aimed to collect…
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Advanced chapter at patreon.com/caleredhair “Thirty-two shi.” Pang Yu Kun’s heart almost jumped out of his chest with excitement. “That’s right, thirty-two shi, absolutely certain,” Kui Wu confirmed after double-checking the measurements. “Thirty-two shi, thirty-two shi!” Pang Yu Kun almost went mad, repeating, “Ordinary people get only about two shi of grain per mu. One mu of potatoes equals sixteen mu of rice. A family of three farming a hundred mu would harvest two…
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