Chapter 386: Da Jing Noble Consort’s Family (Part 2)

A loud cheer erupted from below, the phrase “more work, more gain” making them see that Canzhou was truly different.

When the celebration ended, Hua Tianyou led the laborers and craftsmen who had been assigned new homes towards the residential area.

A lame craftsman suddenly pointed at the roof in astonishment: “Look, those black tiles can reflect light!”

Hua Tianyou laughed heartily and patted him on the shoulder: “Silly boy, that’s the solar panel designed by the Princess Consort, it can light up at night!”

Meanwhile, Zhao Ling’er was also leading her pre-assigned team to the chicken and duck farm and the pig farm.

“Work in two shifts! Remember to mix the feed according to this ratio!”

Her notebook was densely filled with modern farming techniques taught by Han Lei.

A few elderly farm women surrounded the newly constructed cement feeding trough, marveling: “It’s so smooth, the pig feed won’t stick to the bottom!”

The cement factory, construction team, and mining field provided a place for the elder and young men to showcase their abilities, while farming and raising pigs and poultry gave work opportunities to the elderly, women, and children, allowing everyone to put their skills to use.

Han Lei stood on a high platform, watching the gradually dispersing crowd, starting to think about the next development plans.

At this moment, Ma Zi ran up to the high platform, sweating heavily: “Prince! A message by carrier pigeon has arrived from the capital!”

Zhao Zun took it, opened it, and as he browsed through, his brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

Xiao Zhengfei pressed the hilt of his sword and leaned closer: “Prince, has something happened?”

“Mr. Liu sent it. The Emperor and Empress have died, and it’s the King of Xu State who assumes the throne.”

Xiao Zhengfei looked at the people already far away, lowered his voice, and chuckled lightly: “Did that explosion really kill the Emperor and Empress? Haha.”

“Indeed it did!” Zhao Zun sneered, crumbling the note into a ball, “Having the King of Xu on the throne is no good either; one brother is suspicious, the other ruthless. We must stay vigilant.”

He turned to look at the factory under construction and suddenly raised his voice.

“With the new emperor ascending, there will be many trivial matters. Zhengfei, we have many hands now. Send down the order to expand the cement factory starting today, and double the production! By the time the new emperor thinks of this remote northwestern borderland…”

Speaking, Zhao Zun abruptly stopped, but Xiao Zhengfei saw the cold light in the Prince’s eyes, sharper than a drawn blade.

“Yes!”

Xiao Zhengfei cupped his fists and took his leave.

The transition between old and new regimes is the best opportunity, but he did not urge Zhao Zun to raise troops now. Because he knew what Zhao Zun truly wanted.

At some point, Han Lei had already stood beside Zhao Zun, she looked at the distant crowd joyfully moving into new homes, suddenly whispered a line: “How can we build ten thousand homes.”

“Shelter all the cold scholars of the world and make them smile with joy.” Zhao Zun continued the line and suddenly gripped Han Lei’s hand tightly, “Girl, we’re building more than just homes, aren’t we?”

He pointed to the site further away where the foundation was being laid, “There will be houses there, and over there will be schools, and… the water supply plant you mentioned.”

“So, you’ve even planned where the school will be?” Han Lei’s charming eyes sparkled with light.

“Of course.” Zhao Zun naturally wrapped his arm around Han Lei’s shoulder, “Not only do I want our children to become as knowledgeable as you, but I also want the children of Canzhou to know a bit more too. Only then can each generation surpass the last.”

“Annoying!” Han Lei’s pretty face blushed, “You’re just saying we need to focus on education!”

“Exactly! That’s what I meant. You truly understand me.”

Zhao Zun lovingly tapped Han Lei’s nose, hugging her even tighter.

The two embraced figures appeared harmonious and warm amidst the bustling construction scene…

The grasslands in July were lush and beautiful.

The grassland stretched like a green carpet to the horizon, grass waves undulating in the wind, with sheep dotting it like scattered pearls.

Bo Lu Khan stood on a dirt hill at the edge of the tribe, rough fingers gripping the curved blade at his waist, his gaze penetrating the steaming heat waves, stubbornly fixing in Yong’an City’s direction.

“Khan, the sun is fierce, come rest in the tent.” The old shaman came closer, leaning on a staff made of animal bone, his wrinkles full of the prairie wind and frost.

Bo Lu shook his head, his rough black braids swaying lightly in the wind.

“The envoy has left for two months now, we should have heard news by now.” His voice still carried a hint of childishness, yet his furrowed brows made him seem like an elder. “If the Da Jing Emperor refuses the marriage alliance…”

Behind him, a group of Turkic warriors were lined up in an arc, practicing slingshotting bullet heads.

Truth be told, after long training, their slinging distance and accuracy were improving. Unfortunately, compared to shooting with a handgun, they were still many streets behind.

Almost all of Turkic’s iron weapons had been melted down to make bullet heads; now, besides slings, they had almost no decent weapons left to present.