Divorced woman with child travels through time

He Changrong glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and exclaimed, "Holy crap! It's huge!" Startled, his hand trembled, and the wires veered off course.

Wang Erniu quickly moved aside, quite pleased with his reaction. He couldn't suppress the smile on his face. "How about that? You scared me, didn't you? You son of a bitch, huh? You dared to covet my wife. How about that? You can't compare to me in anything."

He Changrong felt ashamed, and a sense of inferiority arose spontaneously. He quickly finished relieving himself and left in a hurry.

Wang Erniu hummed a little tune as he slowly returned to the house.

Ouyang Junyan squinted and leaned closer, eager to gossip.

"What did Brother Wang just do? Why did that fellow surnamed He leave so quickly!"

"Hehe, maybe he felt ashamed of himself!" Wang Erniu chuckled smugly and sat down contentedly.

"Feeling inferior? What did he see? In terms of appearance, General He is certainly no less handsome than you!"

"Well, I won't go into details, haha!" Wang Erniu laughed happily.

"Come on, Brother Jiang, let's drink! We won't leave until we're drunk tonight!"

Jiang Mingxin raised his glass, thinking about the place they had just visited, and chuckled quietly, a rare occurrence for him.

Chen Wenfang and his companions drank until very late before returning home.

Most military officers in the Song Dynasty held honorary positions. Although their residences were beautiful, they were still equipped with troops. The key was that they could be commanded.

Wang Erniu brought 2,000 soldiers this time, while the original garrison in Quanzhou only had 5,000, which was still more than half short of the total strength of 20,000. Of course, a few thousand more would also be acceptable.

Quanzhou is a big city, so recruiting soldiers is easy, but maintaining an army is expensive.

The deputy envoy was from Jiang Mingxin's wife's family, named Yang Jianglin, who was particularly enthusiastic when he met Wang Erniu.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Pacification Commissioner!"

"You're too kind, no need for such formalities!" Wang Erniu asked curiously, looking at the thick layer of dust on the desk in the governor's mansion.

"Oh, the former Lord Huang took all the clerks from the governor's mansion with him. I don't know anything about these things, so I just left them there," Yang Jianglin said with an awkward smile.

"This is really a headache," Wang Erniu rubbed his head, admitting he wasn't good at handling these kinds of things.

"First year of junior high? Why don't you take a look?"

"Uncle, I know how to negotiate prices in business, but this? I'm not so good at it." Chu Yi flipped through a booklet, which contained various Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website) articles, realizing that he hadn't read enough books.

"Let's find someone to talk to about it later. First, put up a notice for conscription and have someone clean up this mess!"

"Alright!" Yang Jianglin chuckled, bearing a resemblance to Lü Xiong.

"Sir, I have brought the commander and supervisor of the ordnance workshop with me." Wang Feng led the men in excitedly.

"Greetings, Lord Wang!" There were four people, two officers and two supervisors. It was only if you ignored the fact that the man surnamed Huang had some conscience.

"You've come at the perfect time! I want to make something! Take a look..." Wang Erniu took out a rough-edged drawing with a long cannon barrel hastily drawn on it, with a spark exploding on top and a support column underneath. The most obvious feature is a hole under the round base, from which a long fuse extends. Chen Wenfang even thoughtfully drew a tinderbox for lighting it.

"This subordinate doesn't understand!"

"Uh, I don't really understand either!"

The oldest officer leaned forward, speculating, "Could this be a spark bomb? Sir, are you planning to put a thunderbolt in here and blast it out?"

"Exactly! You really know your stuff!" Wang Erniu nodded frantically. "In your opinion, Mr. Wu, how far can this be blasted?"

“This!” Wu, the military officer, stroked his beard. “If we increase the amount of gunpowder, it wouldn’t be a problem to blast it several hundred meters high with the right thrust.”

"Only a few hundred meters!" Wang Erniu's heart sank. He had heard his wife say that missiles in their time could reach hundreds of kilometers. In her words, if launched from Huian, they could blow up the entire capital. What an insane weapon! Wang Erniu was incredibly tempted just thinking about it.

"Then, what if we want to fight our way from Quanzhou to... Beijing, Shanghai?" Wang Erniu hesitated for a moment, then swallowed the question that was about to come out.

"How could that be!"

"Nonsense!"

"Absolutely impossible!" several people objected.

Wang Erniu sighed inwardly and solemnly handed over the drawing paper in his hand, saying, "Try to make it according to this first. The principle is based on the impact force of gunpowder, so that the fired shells can travel a long distance to injure the enemy. If you have seen it before, you can also try it. If you need money, go to him."

Wang Erniu patted the first day of the lunar month.

"Yes! Your subordinates will do their best!" The elderly men took the blueprints and went out.

"Oh right, what about the people from the workshop who oversee the construction?" Wang Erniu thought of the mirror that Chen Wenfang had been longing for.

"There are only two people in the workshop: one is guarding the gate, and the other is a young man who seems half-dead and doesn't know what he's doing. We can't get him to do anything." Wang Feng was also helpless. That man was looking at something like an idiot. What's so interesting about a pile of broken stones?

"Alright, I understand. Have Xiao Yang write down the list of people the governor's mansion is recruiting. There are only a few of us; we can't even set up a proper structure." Wang Erniu sighed again. This was a mess.

"Okay!" Wang Feng followed Chu Yi.

When Wang Erniu returned home, worried that she would be disappointed, he immediately told Chen Wenfang what had happened.

"Don't worry, my wife. I've sent Chu Yi to find a skilled craftsman. He'll definitely be able to make you some transparent glass."

"I'm not worried about that, but my husband, I'd like to go to the overseeing workshop tomorrow!"

"Then I'll go with my wife tomorrow." Wang Erniu smiled indulgently.

"I understand it's conscription, isn't it? How could my husband have the time?"

"It's conscription. My wife, come with me to the conscription office, and then we can go back to the workshop for a quick look." It wasn't that Wang Erniu insisted on accompanying her; he was mainly worried about her. Before, she had Caiyun by her side, but Caiyun left. She finally had Ayue, but Ayue left too. His wife has had a hard time.

"Uh, actually I only want to go to the manufacturing workshop," Chen Wenfang thought to himself, but his objections were ineffective.

The next day, Chen Wenfang, who wanted to stay in bed, was dragged out of bed early by Wang Erniu. After dressing up a little, she went out.

Quanzhou is much more prosperous than Hui'an. Once you step onto the street, Chen Wenfang's eyes can't take it all in.

Moreover, with Lunar New Year's Eve just a few days away, the number of people coming to buy New Year's goods is simply countless.

"Husband, why don't we go for a stroll?" Chen Wenfang looked at the dolls and the flower market, her mouth watering.

"I'm going to the military camp."

"Oh, okay, let's get down to business first," Chen Wenfang replied, her eyes never leaving the room.

“Husband, look! There are even people selling themselves to bury their fathers over there! My God! How pitiful!” Chen Wenfang had sharp eyes, and her tendency to join in the fun was written in her genes.

Wang Erniu glanced at it. Although winters in the south are not as cold as in the north, the girl and her younger brother kneeling on the street in only thin clothes were still quite pitiful.