The small town called Qiubei in the northernmost part of the wilderness has just been baptized by the flames of war, with ruins everywhere.
The surviving people organized themselves together to tidy up the houses that were still habitable.
Zhan Qingyue looked at the devastation everywhere and felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart.
It has been almost half a year since the couple came to this place in Huangbei.
From the time when we organized villagers to dig canals and open up wasteland for farming, we were finally about to have a harvest, but we encountered this kind of thing.
The only good thing is that the barbarians attacked only towns and did not harm the fields in the suburbs.
Zhan Qingyue sighed, her eyes bleak and sad, and she gave instructions to the officials behind her.
"How many of you are going to see if the ditch is sealed?"
"You guys, check in private to see if there are any barbarian fish that have slipped through the net. If you encounter them, shoot them without mercy."
"You guys, go see the people who need help. If you can lend a hand, lend a hand."
Several officials quickly dispersed.
"General Qin, I always feel that although we have barely driven out the barbarian tribe, they will never give up."
Han Yiyun had a sullen face and circled dots on the Kanyu map.
The climate in Huangbei in recent years has been the same as before they escaped from Jiaodong.
The wind is irregular, the rain is not smooth, the water and grass are not abundant, and the cattle and sheep will naturally not grow well. As a result, the barbaric tribes in the north can only feed so many people on the grassland by attacking the deserted north to snatch food.
General Qin listened to Han Yiyun's succinct analysis and couldn't help but sigh. After all, this year's No. 1 pick, he looks at things and thinks about things, which is not a bit better than those in the capital.
"Master Han, please forgive me for being presumptuous, but do you want to strengthen the city wall?"
Han Yiyun raised his eyebrows slightly and raised the corners of his mouth a little.
"That's what it means."
General Qin lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. It was important to strengthen the city wall, but this would cost money everywhere in terms of manpower and material resources.
Naturally, the Huangbei government office couldn't get out any money, but... the Lord Zhan's family had many shops in the capital and other places, so there was no shortage of money.
Even the last time he returned to the capital to resume his life, he happened to drink Zhanjia's beer on the way.
General Qin was so blessed that he immediately agreed.
When Zhan Qingyue learned that Han Yiyun and the others were going to reinforce the city wall, he took out the money without saying a word and asked them to take the opportunity to reinforce the city wall of Huangbeifu City.
Looking at the fortifications in full swing, Zhan Qingyue suddenly felt inexplicable worry.
This time the barbarian tribe came in force, and even a small tribe beat them to a pulp.
Although there are countless tribes on the grassland, one or two may be able to win a wave. If they unite, it is simply unimaginable.
As soon as Zhan Qingyue thought of this, his face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his back, his mouth was pursed tightly, and he strode back to the military camp.
After entering her tent, she hurriedly took out a pen and paper, wrote and drew on it, and improved and restored a slingshot gunpowder cannon according to the drawings given in the space.
"Here comes someone!"
Zhan Qingyue looked at the newly drawn drawings and shouted impatiently.
After shouting, I realized that this was not a Zhan family, let alone a government office.
There was a hint of imperceptible loss in her eyes, and she was about to stand up and walk out of the tent, when a figure flashed in neatly.
Seeing Cheng San's handsome cold face, Zhan Qingyue twitched the corner of her mouth.
Adhering to the theory that I'm not embarrassed, it's other people who are embarrassed, she handed the drawing into Cheng San's hand.
"You're here just in time. Go find some capable craftsmen and make this thing for me. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask me."
Only then did Cheng San look at the blueprint in his hand. It was made of iron, wood, and gunpowder. It was quite complicated.
A trebuchet was carried on two wheels, and powder charges were used to make the stones.
Cheng San's deep eyes gradually burst into light.
He knew the power of gunpowder. When Zhan Qingyue had just made gunpowder, it blew up the pigs in his master's pigsty, and nearly a hundred pigs in the pigsty went to heaven.
For more than a month, the entire house was filled with burnt-smelling pork, which made them miss the days of clear water cabbage every day.
"When do you want it?"
"The sooner the better!"
After two brief exchanges, Cheng San took the drawings and went out.
In less than two days, a stone-throwing gunpowder cannon was made.
Zhan Qingyue personally ordered people to test it. If it was thrown far, a deep hole could be blasted in the stone ground a hundred meters away.
Han Yiyun didn't expect that a small rock-throwing gunpowder cannon could be so powerful.
Hearing the news that secret guard Cheng Liu came to report, King Cheng was even more disbelieving, holding Cheng Liu's shoulders and shaking them again and again, his eyes widening.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Your Highness, it's absolutely true! Cheng San and the others saw it."
King Cheng suppressed the excitement in his heart, immediately entered the palace, and reported the matter to the Holy Emperor.
When the Holy Emperor heard this, he was even more shocked than before.
"Okay, okay! This King of Zhan County is indeed a very smart female hero. Every time he makes a move, he is such a powerful thing."
"If this thing can be used in major cities, how will the refugee heroes be afraid of foreign invasion in the future!"
The Holy Master smiled so hard that his eyebrows were crooked, and the corners of his mouth were almost split behind his ears.
He clapped his thighs happily: "This is a great thing, reward it, you must reward it!"
"Your Majesty, please wait!"
King Cheng hurriedly stopped him.
The Holy Emperor didn't know why, so he raised his hand and looked at King Cheng doubtfully.
"Why is this, my dear? King Zhanxian has made such a great contribution to our court, shouldn't he be rewarded? Even making her a princess is natural."
King Cheng bowed respectfully and said: "Your Majesty, this matter must not be made public, not to mention how many people inside and outside our court have no second thoughts. If such treasures are spread, they fall into the wrong hands. I’m afraid it would be inappropriate in human hands.”
"The Lord Zhan and Mr. Han did not say anything. That's why I eat your salary and share your worries, so I can't wait to tell the Holy One about these good things."
When the Holy Emperor heard this, he suppressed his desire to reward him and looked at King Cheng with admiration.
Over in the deserted north, post-war reconstruction and defense work is in full swing.
The harvest season is about to arrive. The newly planted highland barley this year is growing very well. Coupled with the improved seeds brought by Zhan Qingyue from the capital, this year's harvest will finally be a bumper one.
Zhan Qingyue looked at the busy people in the suburbs and remembered the scene of harvesters cutting wheat, so she couldn't help but pick up a pen and modify the drawings.
It didn't take long for a harvesting machine pushed by people to come out.
People from almost every village in Huangbei praised Zhan Qingyue.
Zhan Qingyue listened to the high favorability and space upgrade notifications broadcast in the space, and the corners of her mouth turned up involuntarily.
