I traveled through time and became the Queen of Ancient Dian

As night falls, the bonfire flickers in the camp, illuminating everyone's tired yet excited faces.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the mist and shone on the land of the ancient Dian Kingdom, Baona gathered everyone together and a meeting on improving mining technology was held in the simple wooden house.

"The current mining efficiency is too low. We need a more efficient method." Baona looked around at everyone and asked the question first.

Zhongsun, the simple-minded craftsman, scratched his head and spoke first, "My idea is to improve the tools and make a pickaxe out of harder stone. Perhaps that would make it faster."

"Not enough! This is too slow! We have to find a way to break it faster and more violently like those rocks!" Gongye miner shouted in a rough voice, waving his strong arms, and dissatisfaction spread in the room.

"Or, could we try a fire attack?" Someone proposed a bold idea, but Taishu immediately rejected it. "That's too dangerous and could easily cause the mine to collapse."

Discussions were heard one after another, and various ideas collided and intertwined, but a solution that could truly solve the problem had not yet appeared.

Baona looked at everyone's anxious expressions and took a deep breath. "Don't be discouraged, everyone. If we put our heads together, we will find a way out."

The atmosphere of the meeting gradually became solemn, and everyone realized that the bottleneck of mining technology could not be broken through in a short period of time.

At this time, Zhongsun proposed another idea. He hesitated and said, "I... I do have a new idea. Perhaps we can make a more powerful mining tool, but this requires a lot of money and some special materials..."

"Special materials?" Baona frowned.

At this moment, Lu Qiu, who had been watching the situation quietly, suddenly showed a shrewd smile.

"I can provide you with funding," he said slowly, "but I need to have full control over the mining development, and I must also determine the price of the ore."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

This is not cooperation at all, it is clearly naked plunder.

"Absolutely not!" Baona refused flatly, her tone full of determination, "We will not accept such harsh conditions!"

Lu Qiu's face darkened, and the fake smile he had on disappeared, replaced by a sinister look.

"Young man, you must think carefully. This is your only chance."

The words between the two sides gradually became heated, and a tense atmosphere enveloped the entire room, ready to explode at any moment.

At this moment, the Queen stood up, walked slowly to Baona's side, patted her shoulder gently, and said softly with a sharp gaze, "Don't be impatient, things may not be as they seem. There are better options."

Taishu hurried into the camp, exhausted, with an excitement on his face that was hard to conceal.

"I found it! I found a special mineral!" His voice was a little hoarse, but full of power, attracting everyone to gather around.

He spread out his palm, and a piece of ore with a gleaming metallic luster came into everyone's sight. It was cold to the touch and emitted a faint mysterious aura.

"This ore is very hard and may be able to replace the special materials that Zhongsun's craftsmen need!"

When Gongye miner heard this, he immediately became excited. He grabbed the ore and rubbed it with his rough fingers, "Really? This thing really works?" Without waiting for Taishu to answer, he rushed to the mine in a hurry, vowing to bring back all the ore.

Soon, Gongye returned to the camp with a team of miners, carrying sacks full of ore. The ore collided with each other, making a crisp sound, like a horn of victory.

Everyone gathered around the ore, and Zhongsun was overjoyed. He couldn't wait to start grinding the ore. The hammer hit the stone, making a crisp sound and sparks flying.

After several attempts, a brand new pickaxe was born. It was pitch black and emitted a chilling sharpness. Zhongsun picked up the pickaxe and swung it hard at the rock. With a "bang", the hard rock cracked and gravel splashed everywhere. The efficiency was several times higher than before.

He waved his pickaxe excitedly like a triumphant general.

At the same time, in the distant royal capital, the queen was dealing with a mountain of memorials. She took some time off to write a letter to Baona.

The letter was not only full of care and encouragement, but also mentioned that she had ordered people to send supplies to fully support mining development.

After receiving the letter, Baona's eyes became moist. She carefully held the letter against her chest, her heart filled with strength.

The miners saw this and their respect for Bona grew even stronger.

They knew that this woman from another world not only possessed amazing wisdom, but also had the support of the Queen. They were willing to devote their strength to her.

In the camp, the miners were full of energy, waving their pickaxes and hitting the rocks. Every swing of their pickaxes was filled with longing for the future.

At night, Baona received a reply letter from the Queen, which contained only a few words: "Don't worry, wait for good news." At the end of the letter was a totem of the ancient Dian royal family printed with cinnabar, a flying bird with bared fangs and claws, shining brightly in the moonlight.

Baona clutched the letter tightly, a relieved smile on her face. At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the tent, accompanied by a muffled cry of surprise: "The leader is here, he...he seems to have something to say."

Chief Xianyu appeared at the edge of the camp, his tall figure casting a long shadow in the firelight, his sharp eyes scanning the busy crowd like an eagle.

He walked forward step by step, and each step brought with it an invisible sense of oppression, which instantly quieted the originally noisy camp.

He walked straight towards Baona's tent, his heavy animal leather boots making a dull sound as they stepped on the mud.

Inside the tent, Baona had just put down the Queen's reply and was about to start a new round of plans. When she heard the noise outside the tent, her heart tightened and her brows furrowed slightly.

Before she could react, the tent curtain had been lifted, and the burly body of Chief Xianyu blocked the light from the tent.

"You move quickly." Leader Xianyu's voice was low and hoarse, carrying an unquestionable power. His thick beard trembled slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Baona.

Everyone in the tent, including the usually calm Zhaoyang Ruyue, was slightly startled. They had never seen the aboriginal chief approach so proactively. This was an unprecedented move for the always vigilant Xianyu tribe.

Baona looked at Chief Xianyu without a trace of panic. She slowly stood up, looked him straight in the eyes, and said calmly and sincerely, "This is all due to the efforts of everyone, including your people."

Upon hearing this, Chief Xianyu's eyes flickered. He did not respond immediately, but turned to look at the busy people in the camp. The miners who were holding pickaxes and sweating profusely, and the tribesmen who were watching curiously and whispering, all caught his eye.

His originally tense expression seemed to relax a little.

"My people are very interested in your mining tools." Chief Xianyu spoke again, his tone a little softer than before. He pointed at Zhongsun who was sharpening the pickaxes, and the young indigenous people who were surrounding them with curious looks on their faces.

Baona's heart moved. She slowly walked up to the Xianyu leader with a sincere smile on her face. "We are happy to share our technology with you, and we hope to develop this land together."

The two looked at each other, and there was less hostility and more understanding in each other's eyes.

At this moment, cheers were heard outside the camp. Several young Aboriginal people, led by Gongye miners, entered the mine. They held newly made pickaxes in their hands, and their faces were filled with excitement and curiosity.

The pickaxe hit the rock, making a crisp sound, like a passionate symphony, echoing in the night.

A breeze blew by, bringing with it the faint scent of earth and ore, mixed with the aroma of burnt wood from the campfire, filling the air with a complex and hopeful smell.

Chief Xianyu looked at the scene before him, a thoughtful expression on his face. He turned his head and slowly uttered a few words: "We, perhaps we can talk..."

On the other side, a miner from Gongye was wiping the sweat from his forehead and pointing at the young man next to him, as if explaining the essentials of mining. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, which was the smell produced by the occasional ignition of gunpowder during mining, which was frightening.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew past, and a few low whispers were heard outside the tent, like a whisper on the wind: "This is just the beginning."