Daqin: A buff of incredible comprehension

I gasped when I heard this, and then I realized that the hardships on the grassland were far beyond my expectations.

"Those visitors from the north are full of envy and jealousy, so it's inevitable that they would take risks. This is understandable." Song An said softly, nodded slowly, and understood the reason.

"Hmph, it seems I'm a little too kind." Du Wen chuckled and said self-deprecatingly.

During their five-year apprenticeship, these men toiled for over twelve hours a day, surviving on only two simple meals a day, receiving no pay and suffering from bullying and beatings. Even after officially becoming servants, their pay was only half of what they deserved, and promotion was almost impossible.

In modern times, if anyone dared to propose such harsh conditions, the workers would probably subdue them on the spot. But in the Qin Empire, these conquered northern tribes were grateful for this so-called favor and regarded Du Wen as a reborn parent.

Du Wen said with emotion: "It has further strengthened my confidence. This is undoubtedly a great cause."

"Our future is bright and the road ahead is broad and unobstructed." Li An nodded in agreement.

"There are so many people in need in this world. Since we can do it, we should lend a helping hand." Li An continued, "Brother Li, I'll leave the rest to you."

Li An patted Li An (assuming the name is different) on the shoulder and said excitedly, "Please arrange for those three tribes to return to the prairie as soon as possible, so that they can reunite with their families and enjoy a good life in Daqin."

Li An's expression changed slightly. He knew that someone always had to take on the most difficult tasks, and he was worried about whether the newcomer could really get the benefits.

At this moment, a fat woman in the distance struggled to break free from the soldiers' obstruction and tried to run over, shouting, "Master!"

Du Wen waved her off, feeling a little impatient. They were already dead, how could he possibly revive them? Wouldn't everything be back to normal once replacements arrived?

A massive army approached rapidly from afar. Meng Feng had returned from Bashu with eight hundred Northern Army soldiers, followed by Zhao Qiang and five hundred swordsmen. Fu Su, with the palace guards, assembled a force of approximately two thousand men.

Han Xin and Wang Jing came hurriedly on horseback. "Sir, are you okay?" they asked anxiously.

"Thank you for your concern," Du Wen replied calmly. "The situation at the mines has been stabilized, and the northern captives have returned to their respective positions."

Fu Su was half-believing and half-doubting. He had heard that the number of rebels was huge. How could it be resolved so smoothly in such a short time?

"Master is truly a famous teacher." Meng Feng said with a smile.

Zhao Qiang roughly observed the surrounding environment and felt that it was just as he said.

"Why would they surrender so willingly?" Han Xin asked curiously. "What did you promise them?"

Du Wen caught a glimpse of the other party's suspicious eyes and couldn't help but smile: "Their conditions are really a great bargain."

"But it's all thanks to me, it makes me feel bad!"

On the way back to the capital, everyone was talking about it. Wang Jing whispered to her brother-in-law, "Don't listen to his nonsense. This guy always takes advantage of others."

As night fell, everyone unanimously decided to return to Xianyang for rest. Along the way, Du Wen explained the situation and the other party's demands in detail: "These frontier tribes are fully aware of the consequences of aggression in the capital region. Although they attacked the overseers, they did not harm any of the Qin soldiers."

Hearing this, Fu Feng sighed, "Human suffering is everywhere."

Du Wen suddenly realized that treating such ambitious individuals required special treatment. He then suggested, "If we incorporate the grasslands into our territory, perhaps their lives could be improved."

This remark instantly livened up the atmosphere. Everyone discussed the progress of porcelain production in the internal affairs workshop. Lu Weng presented finished products, displaying hundreds of exquisite pieces. Everyone present was amazed, and even Fu Su, Li An, and others watched with interest, admiring the achievements.

Finally, in the inner workshop, he met Su Niang, a female foreman in charge of firing porcelain. Her face was covered in dust but her expression was gentle. Fu Su was surprised by her appearance and praised her progress in craftsmanship.

"What an amazing speed!" he said. Su Niang bowed slightly, thanking everyone for their encouragement and support.

Lord Li glanced at Old Chen and thought to himself that while he might not be very good at getting things done, he was definitely a master at flattery. When Old Chen had previously suggested that Madam Liu be in charge of the management of the porcelain kiln, he had agreed without giving it much thought.

"Where is the finished porcelain?" Lord Li looked in the direction of the kiln. The kiln had not yet completely cooled down. It was like a huge, upside-down porcelain bowl made of blue bricks, appearing particularly solemn and ancient.

"The residual heat has dissipated a lot, but the porcelain has not been taken out yet. If you don't mind the heat, why not go in and take a look?" Mrs. Liu invited warmly.

"Ok."

"Su Yan, don't go in. You're so clumsy, you might break something."

Master Li reached out and gently pulled Su Yan, who was about to follow. "Master, I... understand." Su Yan reluctantly stepped aside.

Madam Liu led the way, and everyone carefully crossed the narrow alley and entered the kiln. Lord Li noticed that the interior layout was very different from before. "Why is it now a staircase?"

Layers of steps were built on the originally flat ground, on which exquisite porcelain of various sizes were neatly placed, shining brightly in the firelight.

"This is an improved method developed after consultation with Viceroy Ding," Madam Liu patiently explained. "In the past, differences in furnace temperature and position led to lower firing success rates. Different types of porcelain also require different amounts of heat. Now, arranging the porcelain according to this new method can significantly improve quality."

After hearing this explanation, Master Li nodded in understanding, and at the same time, he lamented the painstaking effort his team had put into mastering these techniques. "I see. It's certainly not easy. It must have taken a lot of time and experimentation to achieve success."

They then discussed the fuel issue, and it turned out that using coke in combination with traditional wood improved the firing process. "The coke that Mr. Tian borrowed from the Metallurgical Department played a crucial role in solving the problem of impurity contamination," Mrs. Liu explained.

As they were about to leave after the tour, Wang Zhiyin seemed to quickly snatch a small trinket and slip it into her sleeve, causing Lord Li to cough lightly to conceal his embarrassment, but he still led everyone out of the kiln. Later, during a private conversation, Lord Li suggested giving some of the defective porcelain that had been improved and restored as special gifts to important family members.

"Do you want to give these defective porcelains to your father and grandfather? This is not like your usual style!" Wang Zhiyin questioned.