He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 231 A Night of Storm

Late at night, Yang Junchi, a doctor in the Ministry of Works, sat down in his coat with an unhappy look on his face.

Looking at Yan Tianrong kneeling before him, this old mentor who had served in the court for decades said, "Yuze, why are you here to look for me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Are you afraid that I'm sleeping too soundly?"

Yuze is Yan Tianrong's pen name, but no one usually calls him that except for people who are very familiar with him.

Yan Tianrong lowered his head even lower and said, "I feel ashamed of my teacher's teaching. Now I am only an eighth-rank official, and I am here to apologize."

"Apology? Although the eighth-rank official is small, he is also the head of a department. Besides, to be an official in the court, unless you have a strong backer, everyone has to rely on time to endure. I have endured for decades, and now I am only a fifth-rank doctor."

Yan Tianrong said: "So the student intends to give the teacher a great credit and help the teacher to reach a higher level!"

Yang Junchi paused while pulling at his coat, then looked over in confusion: "What a great achievement? What achievement?"

"There is a blacksmith named Jiang Lin in the Foundry Department. He is now the master craftsman of the Southern Blacksmith Camp. Have you ever heard of him, teacher?"

"I think I've heard of it somewhere." Yang Junchi said.

Jiang Lin's name is mostly confined to the border army camp.

Perhaps some important figures in the Ministry of War already knew Jiang Lin's name, but the masters in the Ministry of Industry knew very little about him.

"What's so unique about this person that it's worth you running here in the middle of the night and saying it's a huge contribution." Yang Junchi asked.

The Ministry of Works is in charge of the system of civil engineering construction, the way of using tools, the method of dredging canals and dams, the management of mausoleums, and even some of the money and weights and measures. There are so many matters covered.

Daqian is incredibly large, stretching over tens of thousands of miles from south to north and from east to west.

Even though he was only a fifth-rank doctor, the power he held far exceeded that of a fifth-rank border garrison officer.

He is just a blacksmith, not worth mentioning.

Yan Tianrong said: "This person has been in the blacksmith camp for half a year and can already forge medium-grade spiritual weapons, but he has no official title yet."

Yang Junchi was startled, then stood up and asked in astonishment, "You said a mid-grade spiritual weapon? Are you serious?"

Yan Tianrong did not expect his old teacher to react so strongly, and he quickly said, "I dare not lie to you. Many craftsmen and blacksmiths in the foundry department have testified to this matter."

Yang Junchi stared at Yan Tianrong for a long while, then asked, "What do you want to do this time?"

"We need to find a position for this person in the Ministry of Works and bring him under the Ministry of Works to prevent him from being snatched away by the border troops. Teacher, you may not know that this person has already been ordered by the Ministry of War to be transferred with the border troops."

"Transfer order from the Ministry of War?" Yang Junchi walked up to Yan Tianrong and walked out without saying a word.

"teacher?"

"I can't handle the transfer order from the Ministry of War. I have to ask the Minister for this matter. But it is indeed a great contribution. You did a great job, very good. Hahahahaha..."

Yang Junchi laughed heartily. Yan Tianrong was just a small clerk and had only a vague understanding of many things.

But as a fifth-rank doctor, he still had some understanding of court affairs.

In recent years, the Shangshu has been secretly recruiting blacksmiths from all over the country to win over talent, but he just doesn't send them to the Foundry.

Although Yang Junchi didn't know what the Shangshu wanted to do, he knew where those talents were sent.

The palace!

And there is not a single one among them who can forge precious weapons!

If Your Majesty needs something, you can just ask the Ministry of Works to make it. Why do you need to find some blacksmiths specifically?

There must be a big secret hidden in this!
The secrets related to His Majesty are usually accompanied by great danger, and...

What a great achievement!
Although Yang Junchi is old, he still wants to go further. Being a fifth-rank doctor is definitely not his end.

Soon after, the two knocked on the door of the Minister's house. The Minister of Works, Si Hongwen, was already unhappy and was woken up in the middle of the night. He was thinking of scolding the two.

As a result, after hearing about this, I immediately stopped feeling sleepy.

After hearing that Jiang Lin had received a transfer order from the Ministry of War, Si Hongwen dragged the two of them out without saying a word.

He couldn't handle this matter either, so he had to go find the Shangshu.

Moreover, Si Hongwen firmly believed that if the Shangshu knew that there was a blacksmith in the Foundry Department who was able to forge mid-grade spiritual weapons, he would not even sleep and would go directly to the palace to meet him.

There are some things that only someone of his level can barely catch a glimpse of.

So, that night, everyone in Kyoto, from the fifth-rank doctor to the second-rank assistant minister, and then to the first-rank minister, lost their sleep.

Especially Yan Tianrong, a small eighth-rank clerk, who just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to win credit, but he didn't expect to be dragged directly into the palace to meet the emperor with great majesty.

The next day.

Jiang Lin left the blacksmith camp early in the morning. He had been thinking about the two broken spiritual weapons and mysterious weapons that the old man mentioned all night and he had to buy them back.

Even if there is only a fragment, it is still a profit.

Shortly after Jiang Lin left, Yang Junchi brought Yan Tianrong to the South Blacksmith Camp.

It was the first time for the people from the Southern Blacksmith Camp to see such a high-ranking official. Normally, a steward was enough for them to kneel down and kowtow nine times, let alone a fifth-rank doctor.

"Where is Jiang Lin?" Yan Tianrong looked around but didn't see the real person.

Qi the blacksmith, who was kneeling on the ground, said hurriedly: "Master Jiang went to Kyoto City early in the morning and said he wanted to buy something. He should be back soon. If you can't wait, I will send someone. No, I will go find him right away!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up..."

Yan Tianrong was stopped by Yang Junchi halfway through his words.

The doctor laughed and said, "No hurry, no hurry, just wait for him. It just so happens that I haven't been to the Blacksmith Camp for a long time, so I want to take a look around."

Yan Tianrong seemed to have thought of something, and quickly put on a smile: "Teacher is right, we should take a good look around. This South Blacksmith Camp has just expanded its staff, and there are deficiencies everywhere, so we need to make some changes."

If changes are to be made, they must be reported.

Once it is reported, there must be a person in charge appointed.

It is only natural that whoever is in charge gets the credit.

As for how great the contribution is, that depends on how the doctor plans to report it.

Qi the blacksmith and others knelt on the ground, looking at each other, not understanding what was happening.

Early in the morning, the steward came and the doctor also came, but they didn't say what they wanted to see Jiang Lin for.

Looking at this situation, it doesn't look like a mistake. Could there be some benefit?
But what kind of benefits could this small blacksmith camp bring that would be worthy for the doctor to come in person?

Yuan Bingqi guessed in his heart and asked, "Master Qi, the Ministry of Industry will not know about Master Jiang's ability and transfer him away, right?"

Qi the blacksmith shuddered when he heard this, his mouth bitter, "If that's the case, there's nothing we can do. Our Southern Blacksmiths' Camp is small, and sooner or later it won't be able to accommodate a great god like Master Jiang."

At this time, Jiang Lin didn't know that the Southern Blacksmith Camp was about to explode because of him.

When I arrived near where the old man had set up his stall yesterday, I saw from a distance the white-haired old man sitting on the ground with two unopened packages in front of him.

His eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.

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