Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

Zhao Ying only thought that the icing sugar was precious and did not think much about the source of the bag of white sugar. Of course, Li Shuya had never thought about it either.

That day, Li Shuya invited the couple to stay in her Luancheng for a while.

The Princess's Mansion, also known as the central city, looked like a small military fortress to Zhao Ying and Fan Xitong, and its defenses were much tighter than the Prince's Mansion in Dingzhou County.

Although Fan Xitong was the princess's consort, he had been well-read since childhood. As the second son in his family, he had always had a small wish: to serve his country with his own abilities when he grew up.

He never expected that his father would use him as a tool for political marriage for his future and make him the consort of the royal daughter.

In other words, the royal family's son-in-law is a guarantee placed by the right prime minister in the royal family.

When Zhao Sheng learned that Zhao Ying had arrived, he did not return to the Princess's Mansion, but stayed in the workshop to inspect it. He planned to mine the iron ore in Pingshan, Jing County, and smelt it on site.

Although he is a time traveler, he is not proficient in everything. However, he is well aware of one truth: the success of later generations is often achieved by standing on the shoulders of their predecessors.

During this period, Luancheng was also recruiting some craftsmen from the entire Dingzhou, such as carpenters, blacksmiths, ceramic tile makers and even medical doctors.

Shigang Village itself has such craftsmen, but they are only junior craftsmen after all. Zhao Sheng hopes to find someone with unique insights into technology.

I was strolling around the park today and went to see Zhao Yongsheng, who is in charge of personnel security, to learn about the recent recruitment situation and see if there is anyone he wants.

"Sir, there really is a strange man these past two days. He's an old man who used to be a blacksmith. After coming to our place, he found that there was nothing he could do, so he left."

Zhao Yongsheng and Zhao Sheng were of similar age. When they got married, Zhao Yongsheng called him Prince Consort, but Zhao Sheng stopped him. He felt that calling him Young Master sounded more comfortable.

Hearing about this person, he also had the urge to get to the bottom of it, so he asked, "Do you know this person?"

Zhao Yongsheng shook his head and said, "I've never seen one, but I have heard a rumor. There was an old man in Dingzhou County who was skilled in forging weapons. He once forged a long sword for the prince. It was made of the finest iron, but it broke on the battlefield."

"Later, I heard that the blacksmith closed his furnace and stopped forging iron for others, let alone making swords and weapons."

After listening to Zhao Yongsheng's introduction, although Zhao Sheng knew nothing about forging, he had heard such a story: According to legend, in the ancient desert, people there never used water to quench iron.

When the sword is almost finished, it will be covered with dry sand, then heated to a red glow, and finally blood will be drained from it as a sacrifice.

Later, someone commented that bloodletting to sacrifice the sword was actually a quenching process, the temperature of the blood being just over 30 degrees, and some substances in the blood being just right for quenching metal.

The ancients did not understand the principle behind this and thought that steel knives broke easily after quenching because there was no knife sacrifice.

Since he knew that this strange man was in Dingzhou, Zhao Sheng was not in a hurry. He decided to take some time to visit the blacksmith to see whether the steel knife he made that year broke due to quenching or for other reasons.

The key is that he wanted to see whether the blacksmith knew metallurgy. After all, many people who could become blacksmiths in this era did not necessarily know metallurgy.

The Salt Gang originally wanted to rely on strikes and market closures to deal with the tactics of the Water Transport Gang and the King of Chu, but unexpectedly, things ended before they even began.

Zhao Heng ordered them all arrested and Fu Gang imprisoned in solitary confinement, providing him with food and water without any beatings or scolding. In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed, and even Fu Gang, who had a temper before, began to feel something was amiss.

The place he lived in was not bad, and the food wasn't too bad either, but no one would talk to him. The soldiers who brought him food would just leave after dropping off their food. Even when Fu Gang wanted to drink, he would occasionally get special permission.

However, there was only one bowl of wine, and the rest was drunk by the guarding soldiers. This was also the only time when they could talk at length.

"Brothers, you locked me up here because your master has something to ask of me."

Fu Gang had wanted to say this for a long time, and today, while drinking, he couldn't help but say it.

Today's guard was an older soldier. Hearing the shouting from inside, he looked at Fu Gang's clumsy hands and said with a smile, "A useless person like you can't even beat me. What can you do for me?"

"You!!!" Fu Gang felt insulted. He thought about how he was the leader of the Binhai Gang and how he was also laughed at by these small soldiers.

The older soldier handed over a chicken drumstick and asked, "Do you want to drink more? I'll give you another chicken drumstick."

There is wine to drink and meat to eat, so why not do it? When people are desperate to a certain extent, they can turn grief into appetite.

Fu Gang took the chicken leg and handed the bowl in his hand through the fence.

"I know you were once glorious, but it's just like me giving you a chicken leg to eat. Others have food to eat, and you have food to eat. You can't get food by being ruthless."

The guard filled his bowl halfway with wine and stopped pouring.

Fu Gang said, "I'm just living under someone else's roof, and you're not even willing to fill my glass of wine."

The guard smiled again and didn't get angry at Fu Gang. Instead, he asked, "If I fill your glass, do you think you can drink it all?"

Fu Gang was stunned when he heard this and didn't react. He only saw the guard fill his bowl with wine and then turn around and leave.

Looking at the full bowl of wine, he realized at this moment that the gap in the fence could not accommodate the mouth of a bowl. If he wanted to put the bowl in, he would need to tilt the bowl, and the wine in the bowl would still spill!

The other person had good intentions, but he ended up being self-righteous. Now he had no choice but to watch the wine spill out of the bowl, and in the end, the only wine he got was still half a bowl.

At this moment, he seemed to have realized a truth: this is how the world should be, but if you insist on taking possession of it by force, it may seem to be in your hands, but in fact, you still have the same amount.

The Salt Gang had already built their own salt road, which was their own property, but they insisted on snatching things that did not belong to them. As a result, they were thrown into jail and ended up with nothing.

After a while, Fu Gang became much quieter and stopped thinking about those trivial things. Until one day, a black man came to see him.

"I don't think you're the one to kill me."

Fu Gang thought to himself, if he wanted to die, he would have died a hundred times already. This person must have something to say.

"You're right. I just wanted to ask you, are you planning to eat with me outside or in here?"

"What does this mean? They obviously don't mean to let me go." Fu Gang thought to himself, but he said excitedly: "Of course it's comfortable to drink outside, but you can only drink half a bowl of wine inside."

The visitor smiled and said nothing more. He signaled the soldiers to open the iron lock on the fence, and took Fu Gang out of the room and into a yard outside.

Fu Gang once again surveyed the courtyard, then he remembered that he had been brought here blindfolded. He had thought he would be executed, but now he realized this was just a small country courtyard.

There was a stone table in the yard, on which were laid four dishes, two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, a wine jar, and two bowls.

He understood that he was invited to drink, and the two bowls showed that this was not the last meal after execution. Fu Gang suddenly understood and stepped forward to break the mud seal and fill the two bowls.