After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times-Chapter 577 - 571 Dingguo Sword

The shopkeeper in the hut nearby heard and spat, replying, "Sir, don’t listen to his nonsense. He’s cunning. Every time the young master passes by his hut, he would rush out to seize the young master’s water pouch to fill it, or hand him tea; after drinking his water, the young master feels embarrassed to go elsewhere. How could his noodles be better than my wontons? If you don’t believe it, come and taste it yourself."

Zhao Hanzhang took a glance at the noodles in her bowl and was quite straightforward, "Then make a bowl of wontons too, and bring it over, I’ll eat them all."

By the time Fu Tinghan brought Fu An over, Zhao Hanzhang was already standing between two shop owners, eating one bite of noodles and one bite of wontons.

Seeing Fu Tinghan, she quickly waved to him and asked, "Are you going to eat noodles or wontons?"

Fu Tinghan took a look at the two bowls in front of her, "I’ll have wontons."

Zhao Hanzhang smiled and asked the shopkeeper to send another bowl of wontons over.

She spoke to the two, "The noodles are chewy, the wonton filling is fresh, they are all excellent, I love both."

Only then did the two shop owners leave with satisfaction.

Zhao Hanzhang quietly let out a breath and asked Fu Tinghan, "Why have so many food stalls opened near the workshops?"

Fu Tinghan replied, "The food supplies allocated from above are scarce. The workshops have to cook themselves, and workers often make trouble over food issues, so I directly subsidized their meal costs and let them find ways to get food themselves."

After that, many huts were set up near the workshop, specifically for making food.

Because soldiers guarded the workshops, initially only the workers’ families dared to set up stalls nearby, but later people in the city discovered that as long as they had household registration and didn’t cause trouble, soldiers wouldn’t make things difficult for them, so more people started setting up wooden stalls.

During the mealtime, just as Fu Tinghan sat down, workers soon started jogging over to eat.

The small stall was quickly filled on both sides with people sitting down, the shopkeeper was busily rotating, no longer having time to notice Zhao Hanzhang.

The workers who sat down would greet Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang before sitting down.

Zhao Hanzhang glanced around and laughed, "Unexpectedly, high tables and stools were first accepted here."

Fu Tinghan’s wontons arrived, "It’s convenient, the common people accept new things quickly. These wontons are good."

Zhao Hanzhang raised her eyebrows and asked, "Have you only eaten at this noodle shop here all this time?"

Fu Tinghan continued eating wontons without speaking.

Zhao Hanzhang couldn’t help but laugh and told him, "Next time walk in a different direction, take a roundabout way, then you won’t arrive at this noodle shop first."

Fu Tinghan: "It takes time, and the noodles do taste really good."

"But wouldn’t you get sick of eating the same thing for a long time?"

Fu Tinghan thought for a moment and shook his head, "I don’t find it sickening."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him seriously then shook her head with a smile. After the two finished eating, they went to inspect the workshop.

Fu Tinghan said, "The items you wanted from the Glass Workshop and the Iron Forge are completed."

Because Luoyang is large and faces strong enemies, the workshops here were not separated but all arranged in the southern part of the city.

There were semi-burned houses and large fields here. Fu Tinghan relocated the original residents and directly enclosed this area, fully utilized for building workshops.

The Glass Workshop, the Iron Forge for forging weapons, the Papermaking Workshop, and bookstores were all set up here. The roads in and out were guarded by the Zhao Family Army, making it hard for outsiders to approach the workshops.

Now the control between the workshops is also strict, only people from the specific workshop can enter.

Fu Tinghan first took her to see the Glass Workshop.

There were still workers working overtime; they carefully put the finished glass into boxes, filling grids with wheat straw and hay, securing the glass with wooden boards and frames, then lining the grid with hay and putting the glass inside.

Manager Liu from the Glass Workshop immediately came forward; he was selected from the army and was overjoyed to be in charge of the Glass Workshop.

This time, the managers of several workshops in Luoyang were chosen from the military, and they were all thrilled and cherished the opportunity.

Being a workshop manager practically ended their path to promotion, not comparable to the great future possibilities in the army, but fighting in a war can result in death.

When they were soldiers, they were fearless of death, but not dying is naturally best.

The casualties rate was too high on the battlefield, so it was not regrettable to give up the promotion path and be a workshop manager; at least Manager Liu was very satisfied.

He was also loyal, bowing and said, "General, Young Master, all the glass has been made, and the batch for Xiliang can be delivered to the Xiliang Army Camp by evening."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "Prepare the gift list."

"Yes."

After inspecting this batch of glass, Zhao Hanzhang asked, "Is the batch of glass Ting Han requested done?"

Manager Liu immediately responded, "Some are still missing, but almost finished."

Zhao Hanzhang slightly nodded and asked Fu Tinghan, "Want to build a warehouse nearby to store them, and it’s also good for trading?"

Fu Tinghan thought about it and nodded; they shouldn’t let Gao Hui contact the workshop people, but he couldn’t make too many moves, so building a warehouse for trading is best.

Fu Tinghan looked at Fu An, "This task is yours."

Fu An agreed, having numerous responsibilities, adding this one does not matter.

Then they went to the Iron Forge.

Fu Tinghan had a high furnace built, crafting a sword per her requirements.

The blacksmith also made a sword sheath, assuming it was for Zhao Hanzhang to wear, and spent much effort, bringing the boxed treasure sword out upon her arrival.

Zhao Hanzhang slowly drew out the long sword; the blade emitted a chilling gleam under the setting sun, clearly a fine sword.

The blacksmith beside proudly said, "Thanks to the Young Master, without the high furnace you made, I couldn’t have forged this sword."

Zhao Hanzhang lightly shook the sword, and it rang gently. She couldn’t help but exclaim, "Good sword!"

Bright-eyed, she looked at Fu Tinghan, "Thank you."

Fu Tinghan smiled lightly, "You’re welcome."

Zhao Hanzhang glanced at the sword box and directly said, "This box is unworthy, look for a good wooden box later, lined with silk."

She said, "This sword is named Dingguo Sword."

This was the name Zhao Hanzhang decided for the sword while writing to Zhang Gui last night, intending to give it to him; he is truly Great Jin’s Dingguo Sword!

Of course, if the sword were given by the Emperor, the effect would be maximized, but why would she do good for Emperor Jin and Great Jin?

Zhao Hanzhang directly gifted it under her own name. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Zhao Hanzhang brought the sword back to the Zhao Mansion and asked Ting He and others to search the warehouse, eventually finding a long box of purple-gold rosewood.

Ting He said, "This box was confiscated by the Second Young Master from someone; I don’t know from which house. Can the sword fit in it?"

Zhao Hanzhang put it in and realized the wooden box was slightly longer, but it didn’t matter; she pretended not to notice, covered the box saying, "It’s quite fitting." It was too late to make a new box now.

Time was pressing; if not waiting for this sword, Huang An would have gone to Xiliang long ago.