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The only sound in the Imperial Study was the rustling of pages turning all afternoon.

Gu Mingli sat in a grand chair, writing at his desk.

There were three sheets of paper in front of him.

The top one is covered with dense symbols and numbers.

What is "Fe₃C" or "FeO+C→Fe+CO↑"?

He also drew a longitudinal section sketch of a blast furnace, marking the air inlet, slag outlet, and the width-to-diameter ratio of the furnace belly.

The second sheet of paper was full of temperature comparison tables.

From pig iron to wrought iron to steel, there are different forging temperature ranges corresponding to different carbon contents.

The third document is a list of materials he made for himself.

Gu Mingli stopped writing halfway through.

He bit the end of the pen, his brow furrowed.

Those around him observed that Master Gu was staring blankly at a number on a piece of paper.

In fact, Gu Mingli was looking up the steelmaking process in the "Shipbuilding Engineering Drawings".

In this era, there was no coke; ordinary iron smelting was done by burning coal.

That's why he was forced to build an experimental coke oven.

He lowered his head and typed a few more lines.

On the other side of the dragon desk, Xiao Ye opened the fourth volume.

His gaze quietly shifted to the side, landing precisely on the pile of writings Gu Mingli had on the next table.

I watched for a moment.

I didn't understand.

Xiao Ye narrowed his eyes slightly.

He didn't recognize any of those winding symbols.

It's like some kind of cryptic book.

Gu Mingli wrote very quickly, without hesitation, clearly having a clear understanding of the situation.

Xiao Ye turned his gaze away.

The vermilion brush finally landed on the folded paper, but after writing two words, the brush tip stopped again.

I'm still a little curious.

want to ask.

But Gu Mingli also said that he shouldn't be disturbed in the afternoon.

Xiao Ye could only continue approving the folded documents with a sullen face.

Another incense stick burned.

Gu Mingli slammed his pen on the table with a "bang".

He sprang up from the chair and stretched.

The bones creaked.

"Done!"

He happily stacked the three sheets of paper together.

"Finished writing?" Xiao Ye's voice drifted over calmly.

"Finished writing!"

Gu Mingli put his hands on his hips, turned his head, and grinned at Xiao Ye.

"It's not difficult at all."

Xiao Ye: "..."

Gu Mingli's knowledge is indeed unfathomable!

Xiao Ye put down his vermilion pen.

"Bring it here so I can see it."

Gu Mingli's lips twitched.

Xiao Juanwang Ye is online, eager for knowledge!

However, Gu Mingli did not want to start with the periodic table.

"Your Majesty, you don't understand this."

Xiao Ye stared at Gu Mingli expressionlessly.

(¬_¬)

Liu An silently covered his face outside the door.

Gu Mingli sighed.

"What I mean is that the symbols on these symbols are a special method of recording, different from the writing we use daily."

He spread the paper out in front of the imperial desk and pointed it out to Xiao Ye.

"Look, this is called a chemical formula. This vertical line represents a certain substance, and this arrow indicates the direction of change. Uh..."

Xiao Ye looked down at the paper.

His gaze swept over the crooked and messy symbols.

I really can't understand it.

But he won't admit it.

"Hmm." Xiao Ye nodded, his tone flat. "Interesting."

"With these, we can make steel?"

Gu Mingli nodded.

"These are the secrets; only with this formula can we begin to attempt steelmaking."

He casually placed the three pieces of paper back on his desk.

Gu Mingli cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Your Majesty, I will not go to the palace tomorrow. I will go to the logistics construction site first and take a look, and while I am there, I will make a prototype of the steelmaking equipment."

Xiao Ye gave a flat "hmm," then added after a moment's thought.

"Go to the construction site in the morning and return to the palace in the afternoon."

"What?"

"I have had a courtyard prepared for you in the palace, so you can study it."

Gu Mingli: "..."

Even cattle and horses wouldn't be this useful!

Even the most wicked capitalists aren't as adept at exploiting surplus labor value as Huang Jiaojiao!

Seeing that Gu Mingli did not respond, Xiao Ye looked up at him.

"Work hard, and you'll be in charge of the Ministry of Works in the future."

Gu Mingli scoffed lightly, "Who cares?"

However, if he could take over the Ministry of Works, he might be able to help his sister a lot in the future.

He cupped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you for your great kindness, Your Majesty."

……

three days later.

Night falls at the Cui family residence in the east of the city.

The front hall was brightly lit, and a man in his early sixties sat in the main seat.

He is Cui Ming, the second head of the Cui family of Boling, a powerful clan in the Dayong Dynasty.

To his left sat a man of similar age, Zhao Pei, the Minister of Works and Cui Ming's brother-in-law.

Sitting to my right is Zhou Qiao, the former Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works, who was dismissed last month due to his involvement in the logistics park incident.

Several dismissed officials from the Ministry of Works sat scattered at the lower end, each with a look of resentment on their faces.

A butler strode in from outside the door, bent down, and whispered in Cui Ming's ear.

Cui Ming nodded, took the bamboo tube handed to him by the butler, unscrewed the lid, and pulled out a roll of thin silk.

Let's take a look.

His brows slowly furrowed.

"What is this?"

Zhao Pei took the thin silk and looked down to examine it closely.

What is "Fe₃C"? What is "FeO+C→Fe+CO↑"?

There was also a bunch of haphazard lines marked with numbers and strange symbols.

Zhao Pei looked at it three times, over and over again.

can't read!

Cui Ming's face was gloomy.

"Today the Emperor has transferred a batch of iron ore from the Ministry of Works to the palace."

"Our informant learned that Gu Mingli wrote a new iron-smelting formula and presented it to the emperor. This is the formula."

Zhao Pei looked down at the crooked symbols again, and his lips twitched.

"This...this is a formula for iron smelting?"

Zhou Qiao couldn't sit still any longer, so he leaned over and craned his neck to take a look.

"What the hell is this?"

Several people from the Ministry of Works took turns looking at the rolled-up thin silk, but none of them could understand it.

Cui Ming stroked his beard, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"A fifth-rank official with no experience in iron smelting."

"He held a talisman that no one could understand and asked the emperor to approve people, land, and mines for him."

"Do you think this is normal?"

Zhou Qiao was the first to react, and slapped his thigh.

"It must be some kind of evil magic, like a spell or incantation!"

Others echoed this sentiment.

"Yes! Who could appear overnight and make the Emperor obey their every word? There must be some kind of sorcery involved!"

Cui Ming gave a shrewd, calculating smile.

"Trying to seduce the emperor with talismans and sorcery, challenging my Cui family? Hmph, once my Cui family's Noble Consort gains influence in the palace, Gu Mingli will be out of the picture!"

"This time, we need to set some proper rules for the Gu family."

"In the iron smelting industry, without the guidance of experienced craftsmen, you could burn iron for ages and still not produce a single drop. Even if Gu Mingli had extraordinary skills, where would he find craftsmen?"

Zhao Pei nodded in agreement.

"Of the more than 1,000 blacksmiths registered with the Ministry of Works, over 90% work at the Cui family's blacksmith workshop."

Cui Ming sneered.

"Pass down the message. From this day forward, any blacksmith who works as a private craftsman and dares to answer the imperial court's call will have their family members killed."

"Also, cut off all iron supplies to Pujitang's logistics park and shipyard. Lest they forget their own limitations."

Zhao Pei asked, "Are we going to take action on the canal transport side?"

Cui Ming raised his hand. "Move! Hijack any ship belonging to Puji Hall and seize all its cargo. Don't let a single one escape!"