Heavenly Dao Formula

"Artificial life forms? What are you talking about?" Mo Yun asked with a puzzled face.

"No, it's nothing." Xia Fan skipped the topic and said, "Tomorrow is the departure day. Unfortunately, except for Suzaku, the other organ beasts have no time to accept the transformation."

"This is not a big problem," Mo Yun shrugged, "As long as you can win a port, the follow-up supplies will be sent to the evil horse continuously."

After accumulating a lot of experience in inland waterway navigation, the Machinery Engineering Bureau has been able to build simple cargo ships for crossing the strait. The naval training has also cultivated a group of fledgling oceangoing sailors, not to mention whether they can take on the responsibility of naval battles, and it is more than enough to control a cargo ship.

The next day, Noah's tree boat slowly left the east bank of Jinxia, ​​heading for the depths of the sea as usual.

Due to the need for strategic secrecy, necessary camouflage and cover-ups were carried out during the preparation and assembly of the team. For example, all the mechanical beasts were packed in wooden boxes, and the soldiers were dressed as fishermen to board the ship. Therefore, few people knew the destination of the Noah this time. Not a fishing ground, but the island of Yama across the sea.

The inside of the tree boat is not only equipped with the heavily armed First Division of Jinxia, ​​but also most of the elite alchemists from the Privy Council. Gan Yuyan, Duye Long and the others stayed in Jinxia as guardians, monitoring Qixing's every move.

Operation Overlord officially kicked off in this quiet atmosphere.

...

The people of Jinxia City knew nothing about the upcoming war.

In the eyes of the vast majority of people, today is another day of peace and ease. The market area has long been crowded with businessmen who came to pick the best fish, and there are many residents patronizing teahouses and restaurants. After time, they will be surprised to find that they don't have to worry about their future life all day long as they did in the past. No matter whether it is the jobs provided by the ports and wharves or the small workers recruited by street shops and inns, they all follow the minimum wage standard stipulated by the Bureau, and as long as they work hard at this standard salary, they can save a lot every week. Money comes. In addition to the necessary food to fill their stomachs, the money allows them to pursue things other than survival, such as delicious refreshments and new clothes.

The topic of discussion is no longer how much the government collects rent, whether there will be a catastrophe or forced labor this year, but has gradually changed to where to work, how much salary, whether there are benefits, and so on. If you can say that you are working in the secretariat, you will definitely attract a burst of envy.

Of course, not everyone is getting better and better.

Shopkeeper Zhang of Fengming Bookstore is an exception.

"It doesn't look like there's anyone coming today." The waiter sat lazily by the door of the shop, holding a handful of melon seeds and said while nibbling, "Uncle Zhang, why don't we close today so I can go out for a stroll. "

"It's closed, you know it's closed!" Shopkeeper Zhang gave the other party a hard look. This guy is also surnamed Zhang and named Yuan. He is his distant nephew, so that's why he is so indifferent. But the advantage of letting him be the mistress is also obvious, that is, I don't have to pay another salary, and I only need to include food and housing.

When it comes to salary, shopkeeper Zhang can't help but feel a heartache. The Bureau of Affairs first vigorously promoted the new type of banknotes, and then stipulated that the salary of recruits in Jinxia City should not be lower than 500 per month. Anyone who violated the law, as long as they reported to the Bureau, they would be fined more than ten times. Converting five hundred taels into silver is not a small amount. In the past, the salary that could be met with only a few dozen copper coins and rice porridge now requires a few taels of silver. This price difference is no different for the declining Fengming Bookstore.

"If I close the shop, what would you eat? You eat melon seeds in the street, do you know that this is a bookstore? The bookstore pays attention to an elegant style, how can anyone come to patronize you with your appearance?"

"Come on, everyone knows that no one reads the books you sell, and it's useless for me to burn incense and chant scriptures at the door of the store." Zhang Yuan curled his lips, "Uncle, it's better to close the store earlier, so I can go to a certain place in the port. To make a living. Not to mention how much you earn, you can also enjoy the support of the government, isn't it better than being a waiter in a shop?"

"You...reversely!" Shopkeeper Zhang stomped his feet repeatedly.

Zhang Yuan sighed, this is not the first time this kind of dispute has occurred, "I'm just telling the truth, uncle, why don't you understand. You didn't join the school to serve as the bookseller, you were destined to be defeated. After all, people don't agree with you. Guan Dou, you can't beat them."

Shopkeeper Zhang hesitated.

It was the last word he wanted to hear.

However, he also knew that what the other party said was true. Now if you want to ask what is the best-selling printed matter in Jinxia City, it is undoubtedly the Shenjin Weekly, followed by school textbooks. As for the records of ancient scriptures and classics of poetry and prose, no one cares about them in just a few months. Even the bookstore’s most prosperous business in the past—books of poems written at parties and printed by scholars at their own expense, Now they are all gone.

At the beginning, the secretariat had invited Fengming Bookstore to participate in the supplier negotiation, but when shopkeeper Zhang heard that he needed to pay a large deposit and that the secretariat would get a part of the bookstore's shares, he did not sign the agreement in the end. This store is regarded as Zhang family's ancestral business he inherited, how can he hand it over to others in his own hands?

Of course, judging the battle situation was also one of his biggest mistakes.

Shopkeeper Zhang never expected that Princess Guangping not only gained a firm foothold in Shenzhou, but also completely overthrew the original government, making the Bureau of Affairs a new office in power.

Old books can't be sold, and new books can't be printed and sold. Fengming Bookstore has become an anomaly in Jinxia's steamy scene.

"I know you are reluctant, Uncle, but long-term pain is worse than short-term pain." Zhang Yuan persuaded, "The main business of the bookstore is printing, but the printing workshop behind you hasn't started work for two months, do you still expect to be able to do it one day?" Turn over? Unless Her Royal Highness falls—”

Before he finished speaking, the shopkeeper rushed over and covered his mouth.

"If you want to die, don't implicate me!"

"Ahem..." Zhang Yuan broke free, "I just use it to describe the impossibility of this matter. Uncle, you can tidy up these rooms and make a small restaurant. It's actually quite good. As long as the house is there, why not inherit it? Ancestral business?"

This made the shopkeeper hesitate a bit.

Catering is indeed the most prosperous business in Jinxia City recently. Even if the pancake noodle soup is well-made, it can attract a large number of customers who are willing to pay.

At this moment, there was a slapping sound outside the front yard, as if someone was knocking on the door plaque of the bookstore.

Could it be that there are guests coming?

But why didn't he just come in?

Without thinking too much, the shopkeeper gave his nephew a push, "Go and have a look." He tidied up his clothes, pretended to be in order and sat back at the counter.

After a while, Zhang Yuan walked back from the street rubbing his head.

There was no second person following him, but there was an extra book in his hand.