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Fu Tinghan's face changed again and again, and he didn't say anything for a while. The progress of science and technology needs to be comprehensive, at least not too scientific. Cold weapons suddenly turn into hot weapons, but there is no big progress in other science and technology, which means that there will be no big progress in production relations. changes, so the emergence of thermal weapons will cause terrible damage to the world and production relations.

Zhao Hanzhang had already made up his mind, "We are walking too slowly, Ting Han. We have seen what the world will be like more than a thousand years later, so we can definitely make it a lot higher."

"You and I are not ordinary people. You know, we can do this," Zhao Hanzhang looked at him with bright eyes and said, "The explosives are in our hands. We can choose to use them or not, and how to use them."

Fu Tinghan took a deep breath, nodded and said, "I understand. When do you plan to attack the city? I'll prepare it for you."

Zhao Hanzhang said: "Let's do it the day after tomorrow, the sooner the better."

Fu Tinghan turned and left.

Fu An hurriedly followed. He didn't know what happened to the young master, and his mood suddenly seemed to be bad. He was obviously very happy when he saw Miss Zhao last night.

Zhao Hanzhang frowned and seemed unhappy. Ji Yuan, Ming Yu and others looked at him from a distance, looking at each other and saying nothing.

After Zhao Hanzhang also turned around and returned to the camp, Ming Yu asked Ji Yuan, "Did we have a quarrel? Do we have to make peace?"

Ji Yuan hesitated for a moment and then said: "No need, children, it's normal for them to be noisy. Neither of them are people who would neglect their official duties for personal reasons. Let's just pretend we don't know anything."

Although he said this, Ji Yuan still couldn't help but pay attention to the movements of the two of them.

Then I heard that Fu Tinghan went to the equipment warehouse and had someone clear an area to guard it closely. He was thinking about weapons inside;

After a while, I heard that Zhao Hanzhang had processed the official documents and letters that had just been delivered, and also went to the wounded soldiers camp to see the wounded soldiers;

Until night, the two did not meet again. Even during dinner, Zhao Hanzhang did not ask anyone to call Fu Tinghan.

Then Ji Yuan also became worried, "Maybe Mr. Ming is right, and he should be advised."

As soon as Ji Yuan stood up, the soldier who went to inquire about the news came back and said, "Sir, the envoy and Fu Shangshu are still not reconciled, but the envoy left the camp and went to that hill."

Ji Yuan sat back and said, "Forget it, Shijun may need to calm down, so we'd better not disturb her."

It was late at night, and it was dark and cold on the mountain. If they still weren't reconciled tomorrow, he would just go and persuade them.

Ji Yuan took out a book and opened it, but he didn't turn to the next page for a long time. After thinking about it, he got up and said, "Ting Han is in the equipment warehouse, right? I'm going to see him."

Just after walking out of the camp tent, another soldier ran back to report, "Sir, Master Fu has come out and gone up the hill. He is still carrying a jar of wine in his hand."

Ji Yuan turned around and returned to the tent, "Okay, you don't need me now."

It was a bit dark. Although the sky was full of stars, the starlight was weak and could not illuminate the grass clearly. Fu An held a lantern in his hand to barely illuminate the road in front of him.

Fu Tinghan held a jar of wine in his arms and waited until he reached the top of the mountain before he dared to move his eyes away from his toes and look further away.

Zhao Hanzhang was lying on the grass, looking at the stars in the sky with his legs crossed. Tinghe stood aside and saw Fu Tinghan's master and servant coming up. She hurriedly trotted forward and whispered to Fu Tinghan: "Master, the girl is not here today." Great."

Fu Tinghan: "Are you angry?"

Tinghe shook his head, "A girl is never someone who gets angry randomly."

Fu Tinghan nodded and said to the two of them, "You go back first."

Tinghe hesitated, "This..."

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

Tinghe then saluted and left with Fu An.

As soon as they left, Zhao Hanzhang moved aside and divided the flattest piece of grass into half for Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan walked to her side and sat down, handing the jar to her.

Zhao Hanzhang took it, smelled it and asked, "Have you never opened it?"

Fu Tinghan said "hmm" and said, "Chen Wu gave it to me when he came here, but I don't like drinking, so I kept it. I thought you might want to drink a little tonight."

Zhao Hanzhang patted his mouth, opened it, smelled it and said, "It's quite fragrant."

She took a sip, tasted it carefully and said, "It's a bit bland, probably because it's not brewed properly."

Fu Tinghan took it and took a sip, "It's a food problem. The proportion is not right. This wine is not rich enough."

"There is still not enough food now, so we have to curb the scale of wine making," Zhao Hanzhang said, holding the wine jar: "That's all, if it doesn't taste good, it doesn't taste good."

Fu Tinghan said: "Actually, judging from this year's wheat yield per mu, we have made progress, mainly due to the improvement of some farming methods and the promotion of retting technology. Fertilizer was applied after planting last year and when the wheat turned green this year, so although the rain It’s not coordinated enough, and the yield per mu is still not weaker than in previous years.”

"If we have good weather and good weather, the output should be about 20% higher."

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

"But this change in output is still not enough to cause qualitative changes. We still have a long way to go," Fu Tinghan said: "If you want to improve production relations and make this era go further, then the technological investment in food It has to be bigger.”

Zhao Hanzhang immediately said: "I can write to Yuzhou and Luoyang immediately to ask people to increase the allocation to Sinong Temple and let them do more research."

Fu Tinghan smiled at her, took the wine jar in her arms and took a sip, then sealed it and put it aside. "It's cold at night. This is cold wine. You shouldn't drink too much."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded.

Fu Tinghan fell back on the grass, looked at the stars in the sky and sighed: "Hanzhang, you have integrated into this world, and you no longer want to go back."

Zhao Hanzhang didn't say anything, and lay back, looking up at the stars filling the sky. In modern times, it is rare to see such a starry sky. Even when she was a child, it was difficult to see such bright stars all over the sky, as if a pile of diamonds were scattered on the ground after being thrown casually.

"Actually, this is good," Fu Tinghan said: "I've always been a little scared. I'm afraid that if you keep thinking about going back, you will be very sad if one day you find out that you really can't go back."

"You have been very restrained in doing things in the past few years because you have concerns. You have to think about whether you will leave too many bad effects on this body, this family and this clan after you leave. Even if you are ambitious and want to When he was an emperor, he also restrained himself from doing anything more."

Fu Tinghan tilted his head to look at her. The two of them were lying very close. When he tilted his head, he could clearly see the small mole next to her earlobe.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pressed it gently. After she looked over, he whispered: "You dare to use gunpowder as a weapon. Do you want to stay here on your own initiative?"