Jiangcheng has been a city of craftsmen since ancient times.

Therefore, there is no shortage of craftsmen in the city who make various utensils, but the problem is...

Now many people in the city are packing up their fine and soft things to escape, and the same is true for the craftsmen living in the city.

When Qinzhen and Guansheng rode their horses all the way to Dongcheng District, there were only a few official kilns and sword casting workshops that were still operating in Dongcheng District.

"King..." Guan Sheng felt uncomfortable when he saw the former prosperous Dongcheng District becoming so deserted and deserted.

"fine."

Qinzhen looked at the vendors and civilians on the street who were still packing up their fine lines and preparing to flee...

As the king of a country, Qin Zhen should have prevented them from escaping, but King Hua Ai did not have the ability or confidence.

The premise of wanting the people to survive and die together is that this monarch is worthy of the people's follow, and the monarch Hua Ai... Qin Zhen evaluates from the perspective of a commoner, "Who are you Jiba? Why do I want to fight with you until the last moment?"

But in this desperate situation, some people still chose to stay. Of course, the reason for them to stay was not for Qin Zhen.

But for the late King Hua Zhaolie Qin Xuan.

Now all the loyal ministers in the central Chinese court who were unwilling to surrender to Wei were assisted in Qin Zhen to realize the dream of the late King of Hua Zhaolie Qin Xuan.

In this Dongcheng District, there are also a group of craftsmen who are vowing to die and are loyal to the late King Hua Zhaolie.

Qin Zhen has now come to this sword-making workshop, which is one of the few sword-making workshops in Dongcheng District that are still firing.

“It should be here.”

Qin Zhen rode his horse in front of a sword-casting workshop based on his memory. Before Qin Zhen could walk in, the horse under his crotch seemed a little anxious because of the heavy knocking sounds from inside.

This forced Qin Zhen to tie his horse to a faraway place in the sword-casting workshop.

After doing these things, Qin Zhen led Guan Sheng into this sword-casting workshop.

As soon as he entered the sword casting workshop, the heavy pounding sound made Qin Zhen’s eardrums feel a little deaf.

In the middle of the sword casting workshop, a figure with a height of nearly 1.9 meters and a stubble-covered figure was pounding heavily on the red meteorite with an iron hammer.

Strangely, no flames ignited in the iron furnace beside it.

"Mr. Pu Yuan's sword-making skills are really superb. He could temper the meteorite into such a shape without seeing him fire. I'm afraid that the art of craftsmanship is nothing more than that."

Qin Zhen began to praise his skills when he saw this sword-casting man.

The sword-caster, who was called "Mr. Pu Yuan" by Qinzhen, was silent for two or three seconds before saying...

"If the fire could not be ignited, I wouldn't have used this time-consuming and laborious method to temper this sword body..." Pu Yuan said.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire sword casting workshop became very awkward. Qin Zhen pursed his mouth and didn't know how to answer this sentence.

Just Guan Sheng, the naive man, looked around curiously without understanding what was going on.

"What's wrong with the king coming to find a low position today?"

Pu Yuan just held the hammer in his hand and bowed to Qin Zhen. He was also an old minister who had followed Qin Zhen's father since the reign of King Hua Zhaolie.

According to seniority, Qin Zhen still needs to call him uncle.

Pu Yuan's casting skills are also among the most famous craftsmen in the Central Plains.

"I'm here to..."

Before Qin Zhen could express his request, he was interrupted by a terrified shout from Guan Sheng next to him.

This made Qin Zhen look at Guan Sheng's shouting, and wonder what could scare Guan Sheng, a naive man with a great general.

As a result, Qin Zhen wanted to take a few steps back when he saw that thing clearly...

That is a... moving pottery figurine!

The human-shaped pottery figure seemed to have not heard Guan Sheng's scream, and silently carried a bunch of debris away.

"This living figurine is a treasure of the past. If the king is displeased, let him go to the back room first." Pu Yuan said.

"Not hindrance... I came here this time to ask Mr. Pu Yuan to cast some more terracotta warriors with fire, and to use a plan to doubt the enemy when they enter the city."

Qin Zhen's eyes were still staring at the moving pottery figurine while he was speaking.

Forget about the previous panoramic map paintings, now there is another fully automatic intelligent industrial machine pottery figurine... The science and technology trees from the Xianwu War against the Han Dynasty are quite terrifying in some ways.

"I doubt the plan of the army? The king's position is incompetent. Such a pottery figurine that can move freely like a human can't be made without a hundred years."

Pu Yuan thought Qin Zhen wanted him to create such a moving pottery figurine.

"Does the process take so long?"

Seeing Qin Zhen’s puzzled look, Pu Yuan briefly described the production process of this pottery figurine to Qin Zhen.

This moving pottery figurine itself is not difficult to make it "spiritual". Spirituality is what Pu Yuan said...

Simply put, if you want the pottery figurines to act like living people, you must keep them in the earthly ground full of dragon veins and spiritual energy for hundreds of years.

This condition alone is enough to stump all the craftsmen in the world.

Moreover, the probability of "spiritualization" is very small, so small that according to ancient books, it may be less than one thousandth.

A thousand pottery figurines are buried in the soil, and only one can move after hundreds of years.

This pottery figurine is a treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation since the founding of Xianqin. Although its function is limited to moving some miscellaneous items.

"After all, do you have to bury it in the soil to ferment?" Qin Zhen gave a very appropriate statement.

"Fermentation...This statement is indeed appropriate, so the king..."

"The terracotta warriors I use as a trick of doubting warriors do not need to be such precious living figurines. They only need to be of the same level as people, and their precision must be comparable to real people..."

Qin Zhen paused to this point and looked at the sword-making workshop with only a few people.

"Are the last two requirements too difficult? Or the requirement to build terracotta warriors in the sword casting workshop itself..."

"A trivial matter! The king can just give orders!"

Puyuan knows the current situation in Dongcheng District better than Qin Town.

Most pottery craftsmen in the city fled early, and the remaining craftsmen might have been ready to fight to the death with the army of the Wei army with hammers.

So if Pu Yuan rudes now, no one may be able to help Qin Zhen anymore.

Even if he doesn't know how to do it, he still has to do it. Even if he doesn't do it well, he has to learn to do it well.

"I want a lot of things. I can help with anything. The raw materials, fire, and manpower, just say it."

Of course, Qin Zhen did not expect to use such a little man to reproduce Qin Shihuang's army's power in such a short period of time, but at least two or three tunnels can be made, and the number of one or two armies is good.

"There is no shortage of raw materials. There are other sword casting workshops in the east of the city that can serve the king. The fire... Although the fire is dim and cannot melt meteorite iron, it is not difficult to use it to burn mud and cast ordinary iron."

The "dilky fire" mentioned by Pu Yuan made Qin Zhen care very much, and it sounded like Zhao Lian's general star.

"Why can't this fire be ignited?"

Qin Zhen walked to the sword-casting furnace and looked at the fire inside that seemed to be ignited with charcoal or other flammable materials.

"This fire is drawn from the dragon vein of the country in China, and even the most sage fire of the Yang Saint, just..."

Pu Yuan said this a bit taboo, so Qin Zhen made a gesture to let him continue.

"Now that the hearts of the people in China have been dispersed, the country is about to die, and the energy of the dragon vein has declined, so the fire in the dragon vein has also been extinguished."

The fire is out?

Qin Zhen understood this dragon vein in his own way.

To put it bluntly, it is the "general star" at the national level. Later generations generally believed that the country in Central China would perish in several months, so the dragon vein energy of the country in Central China would weaken.

Perhaps because Qin Zhen is the ruler of the Central China Kingdom, Qin Zhen felt something different when he approached the fire...

The strength of the dragon vein seems to be related to how many fans of the Central China Kingdom were in the future and... and the popularity of real-time discussions?

If you say so...

The fire has already existed, and the rest is to find flammable materials?

Maybe there is no need to look for it... This city also has Qin Zhen itself and Deng Zai's 300,000 troops are the best flammable materials!

"I recall that when the First Lord was in power, the country in Central China was extremely powerful. The fire sealed in the dragon vein was like the sun and the sun was scattered, and it seemed that it could break out of the ground. Unfortunately, that was all thirteen years ago..."

Pu Yuan also commemorated the most prosperous time in the past, but now all he can do is remember.

The country in Central China, which once burned all the gold and stones in the world, has now become a candlelight swaying in the stove.

"No need to be discouraged. The totem of the country in Central China is the Nirvana Golden Crow. As long as you and I work together, you will be able to overcome this disaster! I will see the day when the Fire Phoenix is ​​coming again! Probably..."
Chapter completed!