After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times-Chapter 816 - 806: I Know You

Fu Tinghan’s expression changed several times, and he didn’t speak for a moment. The advance of technology needs to be comprehensive, at least it can’t be too biased. If cold weapons suddenly advance to hot weapons while other technologies have shown no significant progress, this means that the production relations will not experience major changes. Therefore, the emergence of hot weapons can be very destructive to this world and its production relations.

Zhao Hanzhang, however, had already made up her mind, "We are moving too slowly, Tinghan. Since we have seen what the world is like a thousand years from now, we can certainly elevate it by a huge step."

"You and I are not ordinary people, you know this, we can accomplish it," Zhao Hanzhang said, with a bright gaze at him, "The gunpowder is in our hands, we can choose to use it or not, and decide how to use it."

Fu Tinghan took a deep breath and nodded, "I understand. When do you plan to besiege the city? I’ll go prepare for you."

Zhao Hanzhang said, "The day after tomorrow, the sooner the better."

Then Fu Tinghan turned and left.

Fu An quickly followed. He didn’t know what was wrong with his master, as his mood suddenly didn’t seem good. Just last night, he was still quite happy after meeting Miss Zhao.

Zhao Hanzhang frowned deeply, seeming unhappy as well. Ji Yuan, Ming Yu, and others watched from a distance, exchanged glances, and remained silent.

After Zhao Hanzhang also turned to return to the camp, Ming Yu asked Ji Yuan, "Are they quarreling? Should we try to mediate?"

Ji Yuan hesitated for a moment and said, "No need, young couples quarrel and bicker as a normal thing. Neither of them would neglect their duties for personal reasons, let’s just pretend we know nothing."

Although they said that, Ji Yuan still couldn’t help but pay attention to their movements.

Soon, it was heard that Fu Tinghan went to the armory, had a section cleared out, and was guarding it strictly, pondering over weapons inside;

A moment later, it was heard that Zhao Hanzhang handled the documents and letters just delivered and also went to check on the wounded soldiers in the hospital.

Until the evening, the two hadn’t crossed paths again. Even at dinner, Zhao Hanzhang did not send anyone to call Fu Tinghan.

So Ji Yuan was also troubled, "Perhaps Mr. Ming is right, we should persuade them."

Just as Ji Yuan stood up, a guard who went out to gather information hurried back, "Sir, the governor and Minister Fu still haven’t reconciled, but the governor left the camp and headed towards the hill."

Ji Yuan sat back down, "Forget it, the governor might need some time to calm down, let’s not disturb her."

It’s late at night, the hill is dark and cold, if they haven’t reconciled by tomorrow, I will go and persuade them then.

Ji Yuan took out a book to read but couldn’t turn to the next page for a long time. Thinking, he decided to get up after all, "Tinghan is at the armory, right? I’ll go see him."

Just as he stepped out of the camp, another guard came running back to report, "Sir, Minister Fu has come out and headed up the hill, carrying a pot of wine."

Ji Yuan turned back to the tent, "Good, looks like I’m not needed now."

The night was dark, and although the sky was full of stars, the starlight was faint and couldn’t illuminate the grass clearly. Fu An held a lantern, barely lighting the way ahead.

Fu Tinghan, holding a pot of wine, didn’t dare lift his eyes from his toes until he reached the top of the hill, then looked further away.

Zhao Hanzhang was lying on the grass, legs crossed, looking at the stars in the sky. Ting He stood beside her, and upon seeing Fu Tinghan and his servant approach, she hurried forward and whispered to Fu Tinghan, "Young Master, Miss has not been well today."

Fu Tinghan: "Got angry?"

Ting He shook her head, "Miss is not someone who gets angry without reason."

Fu Tinghan nodded and told them, "You two go back first."

Ting He hesitated, "But..."

Zhao Hanzhang had already sat up and glanced over, "Go back, take the lamp, we don’t need it here."

Only then did Ting He salute and leave with Fu An.

Once they left, Zhao Hanzhang shifted to the side, sharing the flattest part of the grass with Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan sat down beside her and handed her the pot.

Zhao Hanzhang took it, sniffed, and asked, "Hasn’t been opened?"

Fu Tinghan replied, "Mm," "Chen Wu brought it when he came, but I don’t like drinking, so I’ve kept it. I thought you might want to drink a bit tonight."

Zhao Hanzhang opened it and sniffed again, "It smells quite good."

She took a sip, tasted it carefully, and said, "A bit mild, maybe it wasn’t brewed well."

Fu Tinghan took it and had a sip too, "It’s the grain issue, the ratio wasn’t adjusted well enough, the wine is not rich."

"Grains are still insufficient now, we should limit the scale of brewing," Zhao Hanzhang said, hugging the pot, "Well, if it doesn’t taste good, it doesn’t matter."

Fu Tinghan said, "Actually, based on this year’s wheat yield per mu, we have made progress, mainly due to improvements in some farming methods and the promotion of composting techniques. Fertilization was done after planting last year and when wheat turned green this year, so although the rainfall wasn’t ideal, the yield per mu is no less than previous years."

"If we have favorable weather, the yield could increase by about twenty percent."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him in surprise, "Do you mean..."

"But this change in yield is still not enough to trigger a qualitative change, we have a long way to go," Fu Tinghan said, "If you want to change production relations and promote the progress of this era, we need greater technical input in grain production."

Zhao Hanzhang immediately said, "I can write to Yu State and Luoyang right away, asking them to increase funding for the Ministry of Agriculture, urging more research."

Fu Tinghan smiled at her, took the pot from her arms, drank another sip, and then sealed it and set it aside, "It’s cold at night, and this is chilled wine, we shouldn’t drink too much."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded.

Fu Tinghan lay back on the grass, looking at the starry sky and sighing, "Hanzhang, you’ve blended into this world; you no longer wish to go back."

Zhao Hanzhang said nothing, but lay back too, gazing at the sky filled with stars. In the modern world, it was rare to see such a starry sky; even in her childhood, it was difficult to see such a sky full of shining starry lights, like a pile of diamonds scattered randomly on the ground.

"Actually, this is quite good," Fu Tinghan said, "I’ve always been afraid, afraid that you keep thinking of going back, and if one day you find you truly can’t, you’d be very sad."

"For the past few years, you’ve been very restrained in your actions because you have concerns. You have to consider whether your departure would leave too much of a negative impact on this body, this family, and this clan. Even if you harbor ambitions and want to be an emperor, you’ve been restrained and haven’t done more."

Fu Tinghan turned his head to look at her, lying very close, he could clearly see the small mole by her earlobe.

He couldn’t help but gently press it with his finger, and when she looked over, he softly asked, "Are you thinking of staying here voluntarily because you’re willing to use gunpowder as a weapon?"