wild trail

Chapter 280 Miracles
Wang Lang, who answered where he lived, continued to devote himself to the great cause of compiling textbooks. With the advent of paper, these textbooks can be printed in batches. The principle of movable type printing is very simple, which is not difficult for Wang Lang , even if lead movable type cannot be made, copper movable type or wooden movable type are both possible.

The advantages of modern people are fully reflected in one point. In this world, the woodblock printing technology will not appear in the history books of Xia Kingdom. In the case of avoiding countless detours, it is tantamount to greatly shortening the progress of civilization.

Now in Xia Kingdom, all walks of life are developing steadily, and the newly "recruited" humans don't have too much resistance. After using certain methods, these people have completely identified themselves as Xia people.

Half a month later, Wang Lang secretly summoned Lu Chi, the commander of Jin Yiwei.

Since the establishment of Jinyiwei, this spy agency seems to have disappeared from people's sight. It is so low-key that most people have forgotten that there is such a department in Xia Kingdom.

"How is Jinyiwei's development recently?" Wang Lang asked in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, Jin Yiwei now has more than 100 members, and there are basically people from us among the ordinary people and the army." Lu Chi said respectfully.

"Then is there anything worth noting recently?" Wang Lang narrowed his eyes and stared at Lu Chi.

"Returning to Your Majesty, there is nothing special about the officials of Daxia, but the leaders of those departments have been a little restless recently." Lu Chi replied respectfully.

Wang Lang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Tell me, why are they restless?"

"Those leaders always gather together from time to time in the place where they are detained, discussing something secretly. I think they haven't admitted their failure yet and want to make something out. I think His Majesty is too kind to them. " Lu Chi said slowly.

Wang Lang rubbed his chin. He was still very concerned about these tribal leaders. What the Xia Kingdom now requires is stability. Can really make something happen.

After all, those prisoners of war were once tribal warriors, and their combat effectiveness was stronger than that of ordinary savages.

In order to completely eradicate this hidden danger, Wang Lang already understood the killing intent at this moment.

"You Jin Yiwei should always pay attention to their situation, if something goes wrong, kill them immediately, but this matter should be kept secret, so that no one else finds out." Wang Lang said coldly.

The corner of Lu Chi's mouth twitched, and he said respectfully, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, with our Jin Yiwei here, no one will find out that they died for a year."

Wang Lang nodded and said, "Well, it's none of your business here, step back!"

"Yes!"

Lu Chi respectfully retreated.

Holding a wine glass, Wang Lang sneered, and said to himself: "If you want to cause trouble for me, I have to ask you to die."

Saying, "Pa!", crushed the wine glass in his hand.

How Lu Chi handles this matter, Wang Lang doesn't care. To him, people like Lu Chi can only live in a dark corner and do some shady things. If it's useful to him, keep it. If it's not useful to him Yes, that is the time of his death.

This kind of person is often used as a scapegoat when something goes wrong, and is pushed out to appease the dissatisfaction of the ministers.

Naturally, the emperor was right in everything, and if he was wrong, it was just his minions running amok.

At this time, the Ministry of Industry.

Several craftsmen gathered together to study the iron weapons transported from the ship.

These iron weapons are extremely inconvenient for humans to use, but they are superior to bronze in terms of hardness and sharpness. Although craftsmen know the benefits of this metal, it is not an easy task to remelt them.

The melting point of copper is around 1000 degrees, and the melting point of iron is around 1500 degrees. The difference of more than 500 degrees is a problem that plagues craftsmen.

Unable to find a solution, he threw a weapon aside angrily, but at this moment an unimaginable thing happened. The thrown weapon slowly moved towards the Those meteorites slipped away.

"Crack!" There was a soft sound, and the weapon was firmly attached to the meteorite.

This discovery immediately attracted the attention of craftsmen.

Such a strange thing made the artisans look at each other in blank dismay. Looking at the weapon, no one dared to take a step forward.

"What shall we do?" said a craftsman.

"Why don't we tell Shang Shu, this matter is too scary." A timid bow and arrow said very nervously.

In a tense and fearful mood, everyone decided to report this matter and let the big shots come over to deal with it.

Mu Feng, who got the news soon, rushed here, and he was shocked when he saw such a strange situation.

But as the leader of a film, he knew that he couldn't show any cowardly emotions now, so he gritted his teeth and walked slowly towards the meteorite.

At this moment, Mu Feng, every time he takes a step closer, he feels that death is one step closer to him, and his beating heart seems to be about to pop out of his chest.

For a short distance of seven or eight meters, Mu Feng walked for more than half a minute.

Walking to the side of the meteorite fat, he was relieved to find that there was no accident.

He held the weapon and pulled it hard a few times, but it seemed that there was an invisible force competing with him for the weapon.

Mu Feng, who pretended to be calm, was also frightened into a cold sweat at this moment, put down the weapon in his hand, and hurriedly ran to the side.

Looking at Mu Feng's pale face, everyone was confused and didn't know what happened just now.

"Go and inform the leader! This must be a miracle, and only the leader can subdue it." Mu Feng said anxiously.

The craftsmen were startled when they heard the words, and hurriedly sent people to the "palace" to look for Wang Lang.

The craftsman who came to pass the message said in a panic after seeing Wang Lang: "Your Majesty, a miracle, a miracle appeared at the Ministry of Industry."

Wang Lang frowned, feeling a little displeased, he was busy compiling textbooks, and after hearing that there was something important to report, he didn't expect to hear such nonsense.

In his heart, he doesn't believe in any miracles. Even the gods are in his heart. When they are useful, they are used. When they are useless, the gods are just a fart.

"What miracle!" Wang Lang asked with some displeasure.

After the craftsman told the general story of the matter, Wang Lang was overjoyed, and he immediately understood that this was not a miracle at all, it was clearly a magnet.

Putting down the brush in his hand, he hurriedly followed the craftsman to the Ministry of Industry.

When he saw the iron weapon that was firmly attached to the meteorite, Wang Lang thoroughly confirmed his prediction. Excited, he murmured to himself: "Okay, this is really a surprise. With this, I can finally Looking for iron ore."

(End of this chapter)