Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Time flies, and another half month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The northern border, Zhenbei City, the western suburbs camp.

The setting sun at dusk was as red as a ripe pomegranate, gilding the huge training ground with a blood-red hue.

"Hey!"

"Oh!"

"ha!"

More than 30,000 men roared in unison.

The sound wave shook the teacups on the platform, causing a few drops of tea to spill onto the rosewood table.

Qin Ruxue was dressed in a black and red outfit, with her long hair tied up high.

He was carrying a white waxwood pole, as thick as an adult's arm.

She weaved through the group of greenhorns, her steps as light as a cat's, yet her attacks as ruthless as a mother leopard's.

Snapped!

A white waxwood stick struck a recruit's calf, whose movements were distorted.

The crisp sound was particularly jarring within the formation.

The new recruit let out a yell, his face turning red, and quickly lowered his stance by three inches.

"Didn't you eat?! Keep your stance steady! Thrust the spear horizontally! Don't let your wrist shake!"

Qin Ruxue kicked a lazy recruit to the ground.

The recruit rolled on the ground once, then scrambled to his feet.

He picked up the wooden gun and continued practicing, yelling "Hey ha hey ha," not daring to utter a single fart.

"Anyone who doesn't finish 50,000 stabbings today will be eating hay in the stables for dinner!"

Qin Ruxue slammed the white waxwood stick in her hand heavily onto the ground.

The 30,000 new recruits shivered in unison, and thrust their wooden spears even more fiercely.

Not far away.

The command platform is three zhang high.

Lin Mo leaned back in his armchair, relaxed and carefree.

Next to it were a purple clay teapot, two plates of melon seeds, and a dish of peach blossom pastries.

He cracked open a sunflower seed and spat out the shell.

He casually picked up the teapot and took a sip.

comfortable.

After the battle at Blackwater Pass, Lin Mo's name became a household name in the Northern Territory.

People used to call him Immortal Lin, but now they all call him the King of Zhenbei.

The reputation of the Mountain-Shaking Army, coupled with the doubled compensation policy of the Zhenbei Prefecture.

As soon as the recruitment notice was posted, the recruitment point in Zhenbei City was overwhelmed with people.

Young men from all around came to join the army, carrying hoes and kitchen knives.

They can eat their fill, and their pensions are doubled.

Only a fool wouldn't come.

With so many people, Lin Mo and his team were extremely busy.

For the past two weeks, the entire Zhenbei Prefecture has been working non-stop.

Chu Mengyao was in charge of registration and record keeping.

With a roster of tens of thousands of people, she and dozens of accountants worked around the clock.

The night before last.

As soon as Lin Mo returned to his room, the girl reached out her hand with red eyes.

My fair, delicate fingers were covered in blisters.

"My husband, look at my hands."

Chu Mengyao pouted, tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's covered in blisters!"

"You have to make it up to me tonight, or I'm quitting tomorrow!"

"Alright, alright, my dear Mengyao, you've worked hard. I'll make it up to you now."

Lin Mo picked up Chu Mengyao and threw her onto the large canopy bed.

The curtains fell.

The bed frame creaked.

Chu Mengyao's protest quickly turned into a distorted, coquettish groan.

The next day, Chu Mengyao looked radiant.

He continued writing in the front hall, memorizing faster than anyone else.

the other side.

Feng Niang was in charge of verifying backgrounds.

The 30,000 new recruits must be clean-cut.

Guard against spies and instigators.

In the past two weeks, Fengniang's spies have been running themselves ragged.

The night before last.

With dark circles under her eyes, Fengniang slammed a stack of files onto Lin Mo's desk.

"Lin Mo, I haven't had a full night's sleep in half a month."

Fengniang braced herself on the table with both hands, her neckline wide open.

"If you don't show some sincerity tonight, I'll burn this Zhenbei Prefecture to the ground!"

"Alright, alright, Fengniang, you've worked hard. I'll definitely make it up to you."

Lin Mo turned around and pressed Feng Niang down onto the rosewood desk.

Ink spilled.

The finest Xuan paper fell to the ground.

Feng Niang's provocative red dress was reduced to shreds.

The desk creaked and swayed for most of the night.

The next day, Fengniang was in high spirits and discovered more than a dozen spies sent by various parties.

Of course, the one who worked the hardest was the person standing below the platform.

Qin Ruxue.

She was responsible for selecting qualified individuals from tens of thousands of people and bringing them to this western suburban camp for grueling training.

My voice is hoarse from shouting.

Seven or eight ash trees were broken.

last night.

Lin Mo was soaking in the white jade bath with his eyes closed, resting.

The water temperature is just right.

boom!

The bathroom door was kicked open.

Qin Ruxue burst in, not even having had time to change out of her usual tight-fitting clothes.

Her clear, cold phoenix eyes revealed a hint of grievance and coquettishness.

"Lin Mo! Why did Chu Mengyao and Feng Niang get compensation, but I didn't?!"

Qin Ruxue strode to the edge of the bathtub, looked down at him, and glared at him, her chest heaving violently.

"I've been working from dawn till dusk for the past two weeks, and my legs have gotten noticeably thinner!"

"If you don't compensate me today, I... I'll smash this bathhouse to pieces tomorrow!"

"Alright, alright, my wife Ruxue has worked the hardest, I will make it up to her properly."

Lin Mo grabbed Qin Ruxue's slender wrist and pulled her down sharply.

"ah!"

With a gasp, Qin Ruxue was pulled into the bathtub.

With a splash, water sprayed everywhere.

The warm pool water instantly soaked through her clothes, outlining her stunning curves in every detail.

Lin Mo took the opportunity to lean in and pin her against the white jade pool wall.

She lowered her head and sealed those red lips that still wanted to complain.

Qin Ruxue struggled symbolically for a moment, then her hands climbed onto Lin Mo's neck.

Amidst her half-hearted, coquettish cries, Qin Ruxue's unwanted clothes were casually tossed onto the shore.

The warm water in the pool swayed rhythmically with Lin Mo's movements.

Waves of water crashed against the pool walls, continuing until well past midnight.

That brings me to this point in my memory.

Lin Mo smacked his lips, feeling a slight ache in his lower back.

These women are all incredibly fierce.

They train soldiers during the day and practice shooting at night.

Even the strongest body needs to take it easy.

On the reviewing stand.

Lin Mo spat out the sunflower seed shells and patted the crumbs off his hands.

His gaze passed over the group of new recruits and looked towards the other side of the training ground.

There were thousands of large wooden crates neatly stacked there.

The box lid was open.

Inside were his masterpieces from the past two weeks.

Black iron lamellar armor, fine steel horse-slaying saber.

Armor-piercing spears and standard-issue fine iron shields.

When the sunlight shines, it glistens with a cold light, so bright it hurts the eyes.

This is not the old, broken copper and scrap iron that Zhenbei City originally had.

Two weeks ago, Lin Mo obtained the blueprints from Gu Ling'er.

Craftsman's Workshop.

With a single photograph of the blueprints, a magnificent building covering hundreds of acres was erected directly from the flat ground behind the town of Zhenbei.

Liu Yiyi is efficient in her work.

She used the connections of the Chamber of Commerce to poach all the most skilled blacksmiths within a 500-mile radius of the Northern Territory.

Meals and accommodation included, wages doubled.

Hundreds of blacksmiths worked day and night in the Craftsman's Workshop, operating on an assembly line.

The great furnace burned day and night, the sound of hammering iron deafening.

The yield is frighteningly high.

Its quality far surpasses that of the regular products from Da Xia.

These 30,000 new recruits will all be able to change into their new uniforms soon.

Lin Mo stared at the void before him.

A transparent light screen, visible only to him, was suspended in mid-air.

[Architecture]: Craftsman's Workshop

[Commander]: None available

[Effect]: Divine Weapon Forging (Unlocked after appointing a commander)

[Can be crafted]: Black iron lamellar armor, fine steel horse-slaying saber, armor-piercing spear, standard fine iron shield, repeating crossbow, armor-piercing arrows...

Currently, all of these common equipment items can be manufactured.

However, the master officer and the forging of the divine weapon...

Lin Mo's gaze lingered on the two lines of text.

I'm so hungry.

I'm so hungry.

At present, the Craftsman's Workshop can only mass-produce these ordinary standard equipment.

Although it's better than the one from the Great Xia military, it's still classified as "ordinary" in the system's assessment.

To forge a true "divine weapon," you must unlock the [Divine Weapon Forging] feature.

However, the prerequisite is that a chief official must be appointed.

For the past two weeks, Lin Mo has been opening the "Mountains and Rivers Hegemony Map" whenever he has free time.

They swept the entire northern border clean.

The results of it?

[His aptitude is mediocre; he is unfit to serve as the head of the Craftsman's Workshop.]

[His aptitude is mediocre; he is unfit to serve as the head of the Craftsman's Workshop.]

……

The same prompts were all the same.

There isn't even one person who can get close enough to be the head of the department.

The system's requirements are even more demanding than a beauty pageant.

Lin Mo picked up the purple clay teapot and poured a mouthful of tea into the spout.

Talented people are rare.

Master blacksmiths are extremely rare.

It's probably impossible to find that place in the North.

We need to look outwards.

Central Plains? Jiangnan? Or... the Western Regions?