A few days later, it was the Spring Plowing Festival again. Every family in Lanyancheng was decorated with lights and colors. People always hoped that the blessings to heaven could bring good weather in the new year, but they didn't know how the weather was not controlled by God, but was dominated by the movement of the planet, the changes in the earth, and the rise and fall of the temperature. But all this did not seem to be important. People still had to celebrate the Spring Plowing Festival, which was more like a habit.

In the early morning, Lin Muyu led all the generals of the Ten Thousand Mans and above of the Longtan Camp to set off slowly to Zetian Temple to participate in the etiquette of the Empire Spring Farming Festival, just like in previous years.

There was a lively scene in Zetian Palace, and the ministers congratulated each other and saluted each other, just like the Spring Festival. Lin Muyu couldn't help but sigh secretly, remembering that he also participated in the Spring Farming Festival five years ago. Qin Jin was still there at that time. Now, the old ministers died one by one, and the imperial commander has also changed into the younger generation. The wheel of history does not care about anyone's unwillingness or reluctance, but just rolls according to time, crushing all vows and dreams.

...

Not long after, Qin Yin and Tang Xiaoxi went to the hall side by side, and the ministers knelt on one knee to salute, shouting long live the mountain.

Before the celebration began, Ji Lin, the head of the Tianshu Pavilion, walked up tremblingly, picked up a scroll and read it: "Recently, the Tianshu Pavilion has included two low-grade heavenly books, twenty-three local books, ninety-seven spiritual books, and two hundred and fourteen personal books. This is a detailed catalog, please read it."

After Qin Yin finished reading it, he happily said: "Thank you for your hard work, so... This afternoon, Feng Jixinghui of the Minister of War personally led the imperial guards to the Tianshu Pavilion to collect books. All the heavenly book embryos were collected into the military warehouse and assigned to the major legions for use as appropriate."

Ji Lin bowed and said, "Thank you for your grace!"

The Tianshu Pavilion has been established for a long time, and there are hundreds of local books included, all of which are handed over to the Ministry of War for use. This directly makes Feng Jixing feel like he has become a big shot in an instant!

Qin Yin appointed him as the Minister of War with this wish. Once Feng Jixing becomes the Minister of War, he can control huge resources. At least the Longtan Camp and the Imperial Army will never suffer any grievances in the distribution of equipment and food. Not only will he not be wronged, but he will also become his own son and be well cared for.

When the celebration began, everyone came outside together. Qin Yin was wearing a gilded dark purple robe, standing in the wind with her hair swaying, and was so beautiful that she looked behind her from afar and smiled: "Princess Xi, Commander Yu, follow me to hold the ox and hold the plow!"

Tang Xiaoxi and Lin Muyu walked forward happily.

At this time, Xuanyuan Hong, the deacon of the Temple, walked up to the high platform with the holy edict in his hand and began to read the Empress's Spring Farming Festival speech. The cultivation of the Holy Heaven Realm was contained in the sound, which was very loud, and even the people hundreds of meters away could hear it very clearly.

When Xuanyuan Hong was reading the Holy Edict, Lin Muyu also put a plow on a cow, and then led the cow on a piece of land excavated by the Imperial Army. Qin Yin and Tang Xiaoxi each held the plow on one side and followed Lin Muyu with a smile to reclaim wasteland.

In the distance, the people shouted long live the mountains and knelt down in groups.

The Qin family dominated the mainland for ten thousand years. Compared with the brutality of the uprising and the country, it was still kind to the people. This is also the reason why Qin Yin is highly supported. Moreover, many people came for the beauty of the empress. Looking from afar, the beauty in white robe looked like a fairy descending to earth, how could she not be excited?

Lin Muyu slowly led the cow and whispered: "The demons are moving. The feather books have been reported these days, saying that the demons' armored demon army is constantly gathering in Dongshuang City. According to their garrison speed, within one month, the demons will inevitably attack the steel guardrails in Cangnan Province."

"Yeah." Qin Yin nodded gently: "It's going to fight again."

Lin Muyu smiled slightly: "Let's fight to make a decisive battle this time!"

"Oh? Does Brother Ayu have such confidence?"

"yes."

Lin Muyu looked up at the sky, remembering the situation of checking the launch of the magic crystal cannon last night. The explosion technology has been mastered by Qin Ziling. Each cannon can basically fire. The only shortcoming is the range. The range of up to 500 meters must be very close to the target. However, this is also impossible. If the technology is insufficient, it can only be improved slowly. However, Lin Muyu has ordered Qin Ziling to cast the magic crystal cannon in batches. In the next battle, the magic crystal cannon will establish a magical skill!

Qin Yin didn't know what Lin Muyu was thinking, but Diwo smiled and said, "I don't care. Anyway, I will supervise the battle myself and lead the army in person."

"oh?"

Lin Muyu squinted her eyes, and the spiritual vein technique extended to explore the flow of fighting energy in Qin Yin's body. She found that it seemed that she could not see through Qin Yin's cultivation. The power flowing in her body was not pure king's fighting flames at all, but a mysterious power that was several times stronger than king's fighting flames! Could it be that Qin Yin entered the divine realm? It shouldn't be that breaking through to the divine realm at the age of 25 is unprecedented. Even if Qin Yin is talented, she is not so powerful!

It seemed as if Lin Muyu was checking himself, Qin Yin burst into laughter: "Don't look, I'm just a Holy King realm, but... I have confidence that I can have more than 30% chance of winning against the God Lord!"

"Thirty percent is not enough, I don't care. Anyway, I don't agree with your commander."

"Hmph, I'm going anyway, I don't care..."

Tang Xiaoxi's scalp was numb when she was listening: "Good guy, don't be willful at the sacred celebration, okay? I don't care. I'm going to fight anyway."

Far away, Feng Jixing hugged his arms in his chest, looked at Lin Muyu, Qin Yin, and Tang Xiaoxi's plowing land, and suddenly pondered.

Zhang Wei squinted his eyes and asked, "Commander, what's wrong?"

Feng Jixing nodded, his eyes flashed with a light of wisdom, and said, "I don't care. Anyway, I'm going to go to the Hualou tonight. Once the war starts, there will be no such opportunity."

Zhang Wei's body was shocked and he had no idea what to say. He was completely confused in the wind.

...

In the afternoon, Feng Jixing transported batches of heavenly books from the Tianshu Pavilion into a cart, which made Liu Feng, Liu Ying, Ouyang Bao and others in the Tianshu Pavilion feel deeply distressed. But this is fate. The literati who settled in the Tianshu Pavilion was destined to be just a tool for mass production of heavenly books. Their meaning is to write more and stronger heavenly books for the empire in exchange for the glory of being granted titles by marquis.

In the Minister of War’s Mansion, Feng Jixing saw a group of familiar figures before he came in, including Lin Muyu, Wei Qiu, Situ Sen and others, and hundreds of cavalry from the Longtian Camp.

"Oh, this guy..."

Feng Jixing complained: "He was waiting for me before I entered the door. How could there be such a person!"

Zhang Wei smiled and said, "He was originally such a person!"

Lin Muyu had already rode his horse to meet him and smiled and said, "Brother Feng, my good brother, I am here to receive the Heavenly Book Artifact of the Longtan Camp. Look... are my five carriages enough to pull?"

Feng Jixing widened his eyes: "There are only five cars in total. You might as well take them all away and let my life go!"

"Oh, you said these things are too disgusting, so I'll have three cars."

"Stop coming, you guys think you are pulling manure. Every car is counted as one car at most? At most one car is given to you."

"That won't work. The Dragon Ball Army is the first legion granted by His Highness. You want to send me one car, at least two cars!"

"Absolutely not possible. More than a dozen legions in the empire were waiting to distribute the materials for the Heavenly Book Artifacts and embryos. All of them were given to you. What should we do? At most, one and a half car!"

"A word is determined, one car and a half is one car and a half, I will suffer a little."

Lin Muyu got off the horse, opened the first carriage, reached out and grabbed a dagger, weighed it, and the divine text with a yellowish color on it, and smiled and said, "This medium-grade earth book is good, I accepted it, oh... This high-grade earth book is also the best. I want it, and there are so many good things..."

Feng Jixing was so angry that he trembled all over: "Ayu, these supplies must be registered. Do you think you can choose whatever you want! Boy, you put down the best book for me, and I like it first."

"Look at your stinginess, how can you be the Minister of War? You should be a minister of the Ministry of Revenue."

Lin Muyu saw that most of the carriage were earth books, spiritual books, and there was no one at all. They were all top-quality tools. She couldn't help but smile and walked forward, grabbed the reins of the trailer war horse, and smiled at the soldiers who drove the horse, "Brother, come down."

The soldier dared not say anything more: "Yes, Commander Yu!"

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Feng Jixing's eyes widened.

Lin Muyu turned over and got on the carriage with a bright smile: "What else can I do? Brother Feng, you said, give me a car of heavenly books. I want all the heavenly books in this car, hehehe..."

"You are so beautiful that you can't do it, come down for me."

"I'm so stingy, I think you don't call Feng Jixing in the future, forget it. We have a brotherhood. Is the military supplies in this car worthless? You get out of here, I'll drive the horse away, don't be hit, I can't afford to pay."

"Boy, don't leave!"

Feng Jixing wanted to say when Lin Muyu had already galloped away and disappeared from the Minister of War's Mansion. This was not just about collecting supplies. It was no different from robbing the Ming Dynasty.

Feng Jixing was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "My book of heaven, stinky brat, I'm so angry!"

At this time, Situ Xue walked forward with a beautiful smile and said, "Commander Feng, our Longtan Camp still has half a car of supplies, do I have to pick it myself?"

"No, absolutely not!"

"The heavenly book embryos on this carriage are all good. Come on, take half of it, and we will drive the carriage away directly. The Ministry of War is so rich that it is not bad for this carriage." Situ Sen was already busy driving.

...

Not long after, a car and a half of the Heavenly Book Artifact was stolen.

Feng Jixing stood there lonely, feeling sad, feeling like the Ministry of War encountered a group of robbers.

Luo Yu coughed and said, "Commander, what should I do now? Do I still need to register?"

“What are you registering…”

Feng Jixing gritted his teeth and said, "Select half of the remaining three and a half carts of earth books, spiritual books, and leave them for the imperial guards to use, and distribute the rest to the various legions to deal with them. Also, all the lower-grade heavenly books are left to the imperial guards."

"Commander, the lower grade of heavenly books were stolen by Commander Yu, where is there any!"

"ah……"
Chapter completed!