Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 337: I won’t make you worry or be sad
There was a large table of delicious food, but it was hardly touched. Fortunately, Xia Lin ordered according to the number of people, so there was not much waste. He sat there and watched for a while, then took a deep breath.

Princess Pingyang thought he was angry and was thinking about how to say a good word for Guanyinbi. Then she saw him take the big bowl of steamed eggs, with half a bowl of egg custard left in it. Then he took two large spoonfuls of rice from the side, and then scooped some of the dishes on the table into the bowl, and then he ate everything up.

"Slow down... No one is competing with you."

"I'm hungry."

Xia Lin took the time out of his busy schedule to reply, "You don't even know how I got through this first month of the year."

Princess Pingyang had seen this way of eating on soldiers going to war and old farmers, but it was the first time she saw it on someone like Xia Lin. The last time he ate roast chicken, he wasn't so wild. This time he really poured the food into his mouth.

The princess waited until he had finished the bowl before she asked, "Aren't you afraid that your stomach will get upset again if you eat so much?"

"Just eat until you are 70% full every meal, don't worry."

"Seven points!?"

The princess couldn't believe it. She had just finished a whole bowl of rice, but he still said it was only seven points. You have to know that there was oil in his bowl. If it were her, she would never be able to eat so much.

"I see you didn't eat much." Xia Lin tilted his head with the bowl in his hand: "Here's another bowl of silverfish soup, would you like to try it?"

"No, no, no..."

But Xia Lin still picked up the soup bowl and scooped two spoonfuls of rice into it for Her Royal Highness the Princess. He then scooped up a lot of the remaining dishes for her. The big bowl of soup and oil looked like pig food.

When she was on a forced march in the military camp, she only ate quickly and poorly, but she had never eaten so messily. The princess, holding the bowl, looked at Xia Lin blankly.

"Eat it. Big mouthfuls." Xia Lin made the same gesture as he was scooping up rice: "Eat it with big mouthfuls."

In fact, Her Highness had not had an easy life these days. Although she ate much better than Xia Lin, her food was bland and tasteless except for a little salt. This thing was so filling and strong that she didn't dare to eat it at first. However, she originally only tried a little, but after two bites, she couldn't stop.

Although she was not as swift and decisive as Xia Lin in the end, she was still one of the few people who acted unrestrained.

After eating, she saw Xia Lin putting on a bandage, and she even felt envious... because she not only had to put on a bandage, but also a bandage on her abdomen, and that thing really restricted her performance too much.

"Why? Are you jealous?"

Xia Lin opened his clothes and leaned back in the chair without any image: "You should unbutton yours too."

"You're sick." Princess Pingyang cursed, "How did you come up with this way of eating?"

"Poor." Xia Lin picked up the bamboo stick beside him and started to pick his teeth. "When I was in Luoyang, I followed my young master to find helpers every day to make a living. What kind of helpers did we like most? We were the ones who attended banquets of wealthy families. These people were rich, and Luoyang was full of extravagance. In order to celebrate, the wealthy families would usually give us, who were literate and educated, some benefits as helpers."

"So what do you do as a helper there?"

"I do everything, just like servants. The only difference is that we have to help the guests write congratulatory invitations and register their names. Sometimes, because the young master and I are good-looking, some local rich men with few connections would ask us to be best men and read congratulatory speeches." Xia Lin leaned over and smiled, "The household registration system in Luoyang is very strict. The young master was stripped of his official title and became a useless person, but studying is still useful. If there is some food left in the kitchen, most of the hosts will let us senior helpers take it back."

Xia Lin patted the bowl on the table and said, "There are seventeen or eighteen dishes on the table. It's hard for us to get food. How can we afford to buy firewood? We just stew them all in one pot. Hey, this is how we eat it. The soup is tasty and goes well with rice, and it can also save firewood."

“I haven’t really tried it.”

"At that time, my young master dreamed of eating the best swill in the world." Xia Lin couldn't help laughing when he mentioned this: "Oh, it was so fast. The days in the past were hard, but they were really carefree."

The princess propped up her chin and listened to Xia Lin telling stories about his past. She actually quite admired Xia Lin, a person who did not hide the unhappy things in his past.

Being from an aristocratic family, she had seen too many people who deliberately concealed their past, some even trying to hide their shameful past by clinging to high positions, some even abandoning their wives and children, and even their parents.

"Why don't you hide this experience? If people knew, they would just laugh at you."

"Laugh." Xia Lin waved his hand and shouted, "Boss, give me a pot of warm wine, yellow."

"Come on!"

Soon a large pot of rice wine was brought up, and Xia Lin filled a glass for himself: "You can't drink anymore, don't drink anything bad."

"Ah."

Xia Lin drank the rice wine in one gulp and said, "Laugh, laugh. There is nothing to hide about the past. It is not a dirty thing. That is how I came here."

Princess Pingyang had been looking at Xia Lin with her chin in her hand, while Xia Lin drank cup after cup of low-alcohol rice wine. However, this warm wine was easy to get into, and he felt dizzy after a while. He stopped drinking: "Don't drink too much of good wine, being slightly tipsy is better than being drunk. Nine out of ten things in life are right and wrong. I won't drink anymore." He leaned back in his chair: "Your Highness, you know, don't laugh when I say this, my wish is for peace in the world. I have been to many war-torn places, and the war is too miserable. People who have been to war zones and battlefields will never like fighting."

"Ah."

This sentence touched Princess Pingyang's heart directly. She was a person who had survived many life-threatening battles on the battlefield, and that was how she got all the scars on her body. These scars destroyed her self-confidence as a woman and also ruined her family that everyone had high hopes for.

However, she was still lucky. Her comrades who fought side by side with her in the past had long since passed away, but now she could even see their voices and smiles in her dreams at midnight.

She had seen too many tragic scenes on the battlefield and the tragic scenes of the people in the war zone, cooking people like boiling sheep and beheading people like killing chickens. She hated fighting from the bottom of her heart, otherwise she wouldn't be so reluctant to return to Niangzi Pass. She even didn't ask her father when he would let her go back when he asked her to go out to relax.

"But it's hard to achieve peace in the world." Xia Lin looked up and said, "It's so hard."

Princess Pingyang fell silent. After all, she was in the least position to comfort others at the moment, because she knew in her heart that there was a high probability that she would become one of the main generals in the main force that would bring chaos to the world in the future.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt sad. Perhaps when she left here, they would be on the battlefield when they met again.

Helpless, helpless. In the face of the world's general trend, personal grievances and hatreds seemed too insignificant, and she had no choice.

Xia Lin was a little drunk at the moment. Once a man drinks, unless he has a specific ulterior motive, his first goal is definitely not to do anything naughty but to brag.

"I'm telling you, if there's chaos in the world, I'm going to set a rule for the world, just like I set the rule for Fuliang." Xia Lin slammed the table and said, "First, the two armies must not trample on food during the battle. Whoever tramples on food must pay the price. Second, the city must not be massacred. Third, the soldiers must not plunder civilians and kill innocent people."

"But who would listen at that time?"

Xia Lin raised his eyelids slightly and said, "Whoever doesn't listen, I will beat him. I will beat him until he listens. If you don't believe me, then try it."

When he said this, he tapped the table with his hand and said nothing more.

He was waiting, what he was waiting for was the 27 battalions of the Shenji Battalion to be fully equipped, fully ammunitioned, and skilled personnel. He was waiting for the successful trial production of machine guns, he was waiting for the fully equipped heavy cavalry infantry, he was waiting for his Xia Lin's Katyusha.

What are those warlords waiting for?
Waiting to die?
Perhaps because he noticed that Xia Lin was a little drunk, His Highness went to pay the bill, then helped Xia Lin up and went to... or to the medical school, lest he cause any more trouble at night and die in the house.

Xia Lin became more awake after being blown by the cool breeze at night. He took a deep breath and smacked his lips: "Your Highness, please go back first. I'll go to the workshop."

"You're going so late?"

"Yeah, I have to. I have to go do a surprise inspection."

"Okay then, I'll go ahead."

The two separated at the dock, Xia Lin went to the workshop downstream, while Princess Pingyang returned to the medical school on her own.

Basically, Xia Lin would come to the workshop when he had nothing to do, mainly to keep an eye on things and make sure nothing unexpected happens. The casting of guns was not a big problem now, but bullets were still a big problem. Raw materials were one part of it, and another part was that the chemical production capacity just couldn't keep up.

But there is no other way. Productivity is really limited. We can only do this first and see when productivity breaks through a certain threshold before trying to increase production capacity.

"Master Xia, this is the steel pipe we cast using the latest process you gave us, but it's still a little rough. The main reason is that this tool steel is too difficult. The method you mentioned is effective, but our furnace doesn't have such a high temperature."

"Blow oxygen." Xia Lin frowned and said, "No... oxygen production is also a troublesome thing."

He walked around the steel mill with his hands behind his back for a few laps: "It's okay, everything will remain the same. I'll find a way."

But even if we think of a solution, it is very difficult. The chaotic times are coming, and the main problem now is that there is really not enough money. Money is being burned everywhere, and even mountains of gold and silver cannot sustain the money.

"It seems like it's time to expand our business." Xia Lin said to the director of the steel plant, "You, inform the managers of the workshops in the park to go to the government office tomorrow morning."

"Okay, sir, what's the matter?"

"It's time to start making money." Xia Lin shook his head helplessly: "I can't survive without making money."

When the manager of the steel mill heard that they could make money, he became excited: "That's great, we have a lot of technology accumulated here."

"Well, don't worry. Having more skills won't hurt you. Tomorrow at 3:45 pm, on time."

(End of this chapter)