Mother, I have returned to the throne.

After the martial arts performance, Song Yuan truly experienced what it meant to be cool and unrestrained.

With his performance in the martial arts show, Song Yuan successfully proved the strength of his men.

He simply became a hands-off boss.

Even if I didn't report to the Ministry of War, that cheap old man wouldn't say another word.

After all, Song Yuan has successfully proved that he can survive by relying on his makeshift team.

Song Youji was too lazy to urge him.

Without the whip, Song Yuan also became free.

I slept until I woke up naturally in the morning and truly experienced what luxury is.

"Huh... what should I do?"

"Last time I told Fatty Zhao about the crossbow, now it's time for him to step up and supervise it!"

So many days have passed, and Song Yuan has been busy with the troubles at hand and has not even met Fatty Zhao.

Now that he was about to leave, Song Yuan had a bold idea in his mind.

If I could bring Fatty Zhao to my side, would I still have to worry about money in the future?

However, this kind of thing cannot be solved by one person alone, it also depends on what Fatty Zhao wants.

After breakfast, Song Yuan went out immediately to discuss the border affairs with that guy.

Half an hour later, Song Yuan arrived at the courtyard where the fat man was, as if he was familiar with the route.

Seeing this guy fiddling with the props in his hand, he took a look and realized that this was exactly what he wanted.

"How's this thing modified?"

Song Yuan raised his eyebrows and walked forward, sitting opposite Fatty Zhao while speaking.

Fatty Zhao put down the props in his hand and showed an embarrassed expression on his face.

"I'm not saying anything, Your Highness... I just feel like this thing doesn't look right no matter how I play with it!"

As he spoke, the fat man had already displayed the finished repeating crossbow in his hand to Song Yuan.

While fiddling with it, he introduced it.

"As you instructed, I've already resolved all the issues with aiming and lag. But no matter how hard I try, the results are still far from what you envisioned!"

"The biggest problem here is the crossbow. After all, the reload capacity of this repeating crossbow is limited. Every time we change the crossbow, it takes quite a while!"

"Furthermore, this crossbow must be specially made. Not only is the craftsmanship extremely complex, but if we carry a large number of them, the weight itself will be a problem!"

"Judging from the firing rate, you wouldn't have every soldier carrying a large number of crossbows on the battlefield, would you?"

After hearing the fat man's introduction, Song Yuan immediately realized one of the key points.

This repeating crossbow relies too much on crossbow arrows. Without this prop, it is just a wooden stick in your hand.

The reason why I think this repeating crossbow is so awesome is that.

This is mainly due to the differences in cultural background when the repeating crossbow came into being.

What era was it?

The heroes of the Three Kingdoms rose up and fought against each other.

Those people couldn’t even afford to eat, so this kind of epoch-making prop was naturally considered advanced at the time!

However, if compared with other technologies in Song Yuan’s mind, it is really incomparable.

Instead of spending so much time and effort to modify such props, why not study how to make gunpowder and create fire directly?

Times have changed, and our thinking must also keep pace with the times.

Considering this, Song Yuan simply waved his hand: "Then let's put this thing aside for now. I'll study other ideas later!"

Seeing the fat man's expression suddenly relaxed as if he had been pardoned, Song Yuan suddenly stood up and suggested, "Since you have nothing to do, come for a walk with me!"

At that moment, the two of them went straight to the backyard.

Looking at the autumn colors in the garden, Song Yuan suddenly spoke without turning his head.

"In at most two weeks, I will be leaving the Imperial City for the frontier. Where will you go then?"

"Ah? Why is the prince suddenly concerned about me?"

"I just want to ask you, are you willing to go to the frontier with me?"

The fat man was stunned when he heard this. "No, Your Highness, I heard that a war is about to break out on the border. I weigh only about 200 pounds. If I really go there, wouldn't I be giving it away for nothing?"

When he said this, the fat man looked aggrieved, and it was obvious that he was afraid that he would die here.

"I asked you to do business, not to go to the battlefield. Are you so scared?" Song Yuan rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The fat man found it a bit funny: "Your Highness, once this war starts, the people in that border area will surely suffer. How can they do business?"

Song Yuan was speechless when he heard this. After all, there were some things he couldn't say openly.

In the eyes of outsiders, Song Yuan's life and death were in danger when he arrived at the border, so he really shouldn't think so much about it.

But only Song Yuan knew clearly.

When the time comes, I will rise up in rebellion. If I manage it properly, the entire border will belong to me!

As for those barbarians, they are just appetizers.

Once you have established yourself and all industries are ready to flourish, will you still worry about lack of business opportunities?

But it’s a bit too early to say these words to today’s fat people.

After all, the other party has not yet broken free from the constraints of his thinking, and coupled with his family background, he should not go back to General Zhao to complain.

That would ruin everything for me!

Come to think of it, I was indeed a little too hasty.

How easy is it to gain a foothold?

Since the fat man doesn't want to, there is no need to force him.

"Anyway, whether you go or not is up to you. I'm just making a suggestion. Some things aren't as simple as you think. So stop here!"

Hearing Song Yuan's serious words, the fat man couldn't help but become serious.

In his opinion, Song Yuan's behavior was due to his doubts about himself.

The fat man patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, even if you are at the border, as long as you have any instructions, I, Fatty, will do my best!"

"What are you trying to do? Tell me anytime. And don't worry about the dividends. Even if I lose my head, I won't take your share!"

Hearing this, Song Yuan couldn't help but laugh.

It seems that this guy in front of me has clearly misunderstood me.

As for the future connection between the two...if a mercenary respects himself, how could he easily send people to the imperial city?

In order to resolve the misunderstanding, Song Yuan patiently explained: "Actually, I just thought that if we two were together, we might be able to come up with something!"

"As they say, in troubled times, heroes rise. War represents destruction, but it also represents rebirth. With our combined talents, how can we not create miracles?"

"This……"

As a waste, Fatty Zhao also has his own persistence in his heart, and Song Yuan's words awakened all kinds of memories in Fatty's heart.

After pondering for a long time, the fat man suddenly raised his head and made a promise with a firm look in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. I will consider this matter carefully after I return!"

"That's right. Even if the war really breaks out, it will not start until at least next year. There is still about half a year left. If you manage things properly during this period, you might be able to transform yourself and become the richest man in the world!" Song Yuan said with a smile.

After hearing this, the fat man subconsciously clenched his fists.

From the other person's eyes, Song Yuan seemed to see a stubborn emotion.

Only at this moment did he finally nod secretly. It was worth it that he was optimistic about Fatty Zhao. It seemed that he was a man as ambitious as himself!

Once the door in your heart is opened, it is not easy to close it again.

"By the way, Your Majesty, let me show you the recent results first!"

After a moment's silence, the two of them deliberately avoided such a sensitive topic. With a bit of show-off, the fat man brought Song Yuan to the soap factory.

This was originally a cloth dyeing workshop, but the owner ran the business poorly, so the fat man bought it back at a low price.

Under Fatty's guidance, each step of soap production has been divided into a special area.

They do not contact each other, so that secrets can be kept to the greatest extent possible.

Song Yuan took it all in, and when he thought about the previous conversation with the fat man, he suddenly spoke up and pointed it out.

"By the way, let me remind you something. If you really plan to go to the border with me, you might as well sell the soap making method before you leave and make a fortune!"

"This... Even if we go to the border, we can still make money from it, right? Wouldn't it be a pity to sell it?" The fat man felt a little distressed.

Song Yuan, however, took it easy: "Yes, you can take this skill away, but can you take all your people with you?"

"If we leave any of them behind, the secrets we've been keeping will most likely be exposed. Instead of letting others take advantage of them for nothing, we might as well make money now!"

"People die for money, birds die for food. Without the benefits you bring, do you think those people will stop wanting the soap?"

"That's right!" After hearing this explanation, the fat man's eyes became clearer.

People's hearts are the most difficult to grasp. To be honest, the process of producing soap is not really complicated. If the secret is really leaked, wouldn't it be a waste of money for others?

Rather than wasting time, it is better to take advantage of the high price and make a fortune.

However, although he said this, when the fat man thought about the benefits brought during this period, he felt a little distressed.

"Okay, what's your vision?"

Noticing the fat man's gritting teeth, Song Yuan rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I can't say anything else, but if you really go to the border with me, with our abilities, we can make a lot of money."

"These are just petty gains. Even with them, you won't reach the top overnight. With your talent, don't let these little things hold you back!"

Faced with such encouragement, the fat man seemed to be thinking about something and nodded lightly in front of Song Yuan.