Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

"Let's open the furnace!"

A loud sound echoed throughout the entire surface factory area, accompanied by the clanging of metal.

The shell of the mineral-eating crab was melted down, turning into a pool of orange-yellow molten iron. A porcelain spoon continuously wiped away the scum from the crucible, revealing a sugary base color as if clearing away the clouds.

"Make way, everyone make way!"

Veteran technician Liu Neng shouted to the workers below, wiping away the fine beads of sweat caused by the high temperature.

With a "whoosh," Liu Neng skillfully poured the molten iron from the furnace. The molten iron emitted a very tempting caramel color and was poured directly into a large mold.

Molten iron is poured over oil and wax and then fixed in a mold that can withstand temperatures of thousands of degrees, gradually solidifying and taking shape.

After a period of cooling, the upper mold was slowly lifted by a crane, revealing the dark red rough mold.

The workers picked up hammers and chisels and meticulously carved the red-hot parts. The clanging of the chisels rose and fell, like a rusty concerto, celebrating the new birth of steel life.

At this moment, the sound of metal clashing against metal echoed continuously throughout the smelting workshop. The hydraulic system, as the main instrument in this symphony, drove the enormous hammer to pound down in a relentless cycle.

With a single hammer blow, the prototype was sculpted, its outline barely visible.

This is just the first step in the production of a regular part.

With proper procedures and precise temperature control, this is a rare and excellent product.

Liu Neng looked at it and smiled憨厚ly. There were no flaws or cracks, so it was obviously a good item.

"The yield rate of this batch of goods is quite good. Although they are just imitations and cannot compare to the quality of White Crow City machine tools, they are still worth encouraging."

As the hatch opened, He Feng walked in slowly, followed by a delicate young girl who clapped as she walked, showering him with compliments.

"Lord, you've arrived!" Liu Neng and his group surrounded him, happily showing off their products to the lord.

He Feng took a closer look.

Different types of screws and nuts, gears of various shapes, and even expansion bolts.

"They can even make something like this?" He Feng couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised.

"This is all thanks to the Lord's guidance. If it weren't for the help of these people from White Raven City, how could we have so easily replicated such exquisite craftsmanship?" A worker scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

"You've all done a great job. If you can maintain this level of enthusiasm, I'll consider giving you a bonus soon."

"Bonus! We even get a bonus!" a worker exclaimed, his chin drooping.

Although it was the reply from this generous lord, it truly shocked each of them.

"Not only that, after this month, I will give you the wages you deserve. Remember, you are now workers of the Azure, not the oppressed slaves you were before."

He Feng said casually, his eyes seemingly compassionate, but it was all a calculated move.

If the Azure is to consider the long term, it must develop a commodity economy.

If the Azure can eventually reach the level of a megacity with hundreds of thousands of inhabitants, like the legendary Tier 3 fortress, the market will provide significant support for the Azure's development.

Paying wages can not only motivate employees but also optimize resource allocation; this can be considered an investment in the future.

The workers were almost in tears when they heard this.

Is this a lord? He's practically a saint, a benefactor who bestows favors upon the world without seeking anything in return.

In their excitement, Liu Neng and many other workers were about to kneel down.

He Feng swiftly pulled out his right hand and quickly straightened up the elderly body.

"A worker's knees are more precious than anyone else's. From now on, none of you are allowed to kneel, not even me, understand?" He Feng said sternly, gently helping the old man who insisted on kneeling up.

"Your dignity is earned by yourselves, and you owe nothing to anyone. I hope you understand that."

After being touched by these words, several workers couldn't help but shed tears. Although their eyes gradually became moist, they still forced a smile.

"It's all up to you, my lord!"

"It's all up to you, my lord!"

He Feng waved his hand, signaling the workers to continue at their posts, but his mind was filled with many thoughts.

Tech blueprints are a compass for the development of a fortress. Although the high-tech machine tools built into the ship are easy to manufacture after the blueprints are entered, it still takes a lot of time to build the product on its own, resulting in a very low time productivity.

Moreover, relying entirely on the fortress's built-in tools, without sufficient technology blueprints, one can only be stuck at a certain stage and struggle endlessly.

To some extent, this incredible feature may have hindered the development of the drifting fortress.

If you want to grow bigger and stronger, starting from the basics is especially important.

At the very least, there needs to be a supporting industrial base so that development won't be stifled by this damn blueprint.

As I descended the spiral staircase, a humid and stuffy atmosphere washed over me, and the low oxygen levels made me feel slightly drowsy.

The open windows let in a faint light, along with steam from the boiler room pipes, to maintain the vegetation's respiration and photosynthesis.

Dense vegetation was piled on the shelves, and the seeds had already sprouted, dotting the yellow soil and exuding the fresh vitality of life.

Some of the fiery peppers were planted in hydroponic boxes, and they also stretched out blue tendrils with tiny, bead-like leaves.

Looking at the well-managed crops, He Feng felt a rare surge of joy.

The only thing that feels a bit out of place is the abundance of stools of varying heights, which is somewhat puzzling.

In the past, they relied on the strong genes of the seedlings to grow them rather carelessly, and yellowing leaves, withered branches and dead leaves were common problems.

As a result, crops that should have yielded a lot could only produce high yields. Although it was somewhat like Versailles, he was still heartbroken.

Today's experience has truly opened his eyes.

The person who can manage the greenhouse so well in such an extreme environment is definitely not an ordinary person.

At least they're not his people.

So he asked Lin Qingqing, "Your people are in charge of this place, right? Let me take a good look at this great contributor."

"My lord, she seems to be right in front of you." Lin Qingqing said awkwardly from behind, her eyes pointing directly at the area in front of He Feng.

"Where? I can't see anyone." He Feng scratched his head, but couldn't see a single person.

"My lord... I'm here." A sweet, childlike voice timidly sounded between his legs.

As the saying goes, a man doesn't bow his head easily, but he couldn't care less about that. His view was pulled down to the lowest point, and what came into view was a small straw hat.

Then I saw a petite figure, about 1.1 meters tall, wearing a long skirt—no, an apron—and realized it was a cute little girl.

He Feng was somewhat annoyed. He tried to squat down but was still half a head taller than Qi, so he simply squatted down on the ground.

Are you the person in charge here?

"Yes... Lord... my name is Li Luoxiao."

The little girl stammered her reply, and faced with He Feng's imposing figure, she was momentarily at a loss for words. Her eyes reddened, and she burst into tears.

"Am I that scary?" He Feng raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled.

"Maybe," Lin Qingqing replied helplessly, smiling awkwardly.

"Don't cry," He Feng said gently, but it was no use; Li Luoxiao was already crying even harder.

Seeing that it was no use, He Feng glanced sideways and immediately had an idea.

He suppressed a wicked smile, then took a deep breath, filling his chest with air, and let out a thunderous shout.

"Stop crying! I told you to stop crying, didn't you hear me?!"