Giant Ship Across the Song Dynasty: My Supplies Come from My Motherland

Chapter 32, This beast deserves to die.

Lin Zhou disappeared again, but in everyone else's eyes, he had gone to restock and would be back in a few days. Now, only that dim-witted Ying Ge'er was managing the shop, so Old Cao naturally wouldn't come over.

But he wasn't idle either; he was currently describing Lin Zhouqian's beastly deeds to the Vice Minister of Revenue.

The Vice Minister of Revenue didn't say much, but simply smiled and said with lowered eyelids, "You're so angry simply because you also came from the South City."

"You have no idea, his behavior is a huge hidden danger to us."

"Is that so?" The Vice Minister pushed the teacup beside him toward Old Cao: "Wenda, try this tea. It's made using a method from the grasslands. It tastes pretty good."

Cao Wenda picked up the tea and poured it in one gulp, but it tasted bitter and green, so he couldn't help but frown.

However, the Vice Minister simply laughed and said, "It tastes bitter at first, but leaves a sweet aftertaste."

"Hmm... you seem to agree. Alright, don't worry about a young man like him. I'll treat you to a good meal tonight." Minister Zhang patted Cao Wenda on the shoulder. "It's nothing, not worth letting such a small matter disrupt Prime Minister Qin's plans."

"I understand that, but I'm truly... speechless at this boy's reckless behavior."

"Alright, alright, you should go and rest. We still have a lot of things for that child to do."

Cao Wenda left, but Zhang Shilang's eyes darted around, and he looked at a young man in blue beside him: "Anan."

"Master."

"Did you hear everything just now?" Vice Minister Zhang picked up his teacup and took a sip, his voice carrying the authority of an elder: "What did you glean from it?"

"Master," the young man stepped forward and bowed, "I feel there seems to be some hidden story here."

"Inexperienced".

Minister Zhang elegantly tilted his head back and drank the tea in one gulp. His apprentice immediately stepped forward to pour him a fresh cup, then respectfully asked, "Master, your apprentice is indeed still quite inexperienced..."

"I'm not saying you... oh, you're quite inexperienced too." Vice Minister Zhang raised his head slightly, his voice clear and bright: "Go and do me a favor."

He paused slightly after speaking, then continued, "Go to Lin'an City and start a trend of feeding dogs. Whoever feeds the most dogs and feeds them the best will become the most important person in Lin'an City. It's very simple, and it shouldn't be difficult for you."

"That's not difficult; all we need to do is get two wealthy families to compete. But... why would Master do this?"

Vice Minister Zhang didn't explain, but simply gestured for him to do it: "Just do it."

"Yes, Master."

After the land deity left, Vice Minister Zhang sat there, rolled up the wide sleeves of his official robe, and then sighed deeply. His mind seemed to drift back to his childhood days when he ate swill in a tavern in Bianliang.

They have read too many books and enjoyed too much happiness, so they cannot understand or comprehend it. When they are starving, let alone feeding dogs like this, even a bucket of swill would be a blessing.

Is this feeding dogs? This is saving lives. The method may be a bit unseemly, but it is the greatest form of respectability. Cao Wenda was indeed from Nancheng, but he had never experienced hunger. A person who has never experienced hunger does not know what it means to be alive.

That young man would not normally have caught the eye of a high-ranking official of the third rank, but today's news made this vice minister notice the strange young man.

From testing medicine with talismanic water to feeding dogs with food, his methods are all unseemly, extremely unseemly, but Zhang Shilang understands what he is trying to do.

oops……

Vice Minister Zhang sighed, looking up at the dark rafters. Thirty years had passed like a fleeting dream. He seemed to see in this young man his younger self, dressed in coarse clothes, determined to work for the well-being of the people—a self that had unknowingly died many years ago.

It's so sad, so sad. But what can we do? That's just how the world is. It forces people to this point. Even being a good person requires this kind of method.

But since that's the case, I'll help him out; it'll be a way of settling things with my past self.

At this moment, Lin Zhou was already sitting in the conference room, arms crossed, looking at the pile of strange parts in front of him.

"You mean you want me to put a satellite up there?"

"It's not just one, we'll probably need about forty in total. Just assemble them and start the fire. We've already set up the program, so it doesn't matter if it fails, we can just make a few more."

Lin Zhou swallowed hard, looking at this group of crazy idiots. They were so cautious before, but suddenly their attitude changed and they were going to launch a satellite into the Song Dynasty.

But for Lin Zhou, this thing was no less than someone throwing him a stick and telling him, "This is offense, this is defense, and that's Erlang from Guanjiangkou."

"I think you all overestimate me, really..." Lin Zhou picked up a part that looked expensive and had "China Aviation" written on it and played with it in his hand: "They told me to gather intelligence on the Jin Dynasty's military secrets, and you told me to launch satellites. Why don't you just make me the emperor of the Song Dynasty? And give me a dragon banner to stand in front of you."

"It's not impossible," the guy next to me said, arms crossed. "I really like Shao Song."

"I like it too," Lin Zhou nodded. "But do you think I'm worthy?"

He spread his hands helplessly: "I want to get some food for those kids who can't afford to eat, but I have to resort to all sorts of underhanded methods. What do you expect me to do? Guys, please leave me alone. I'm not a genius. I don't have your brains. If I hadn't gained this ability to travel through time, I'd basically be stuck in a factory, screwing in screws."

Finally, it was his old acquaintance, the beautiful Li Han, who spoke up for him: "Comrade Lin Zhou, don't be so insecure. You've executed the plan very well. We've put in so much effort to increase your authority, and now you can be said to have a lot to achieve over there."

"It's my fault," Lin Zhou sighed, rubbing his head. "You have no idea how much pressure I'm under every day."

"Here's what you'll do: send two satellites up there to decompress them."

"Sigh, I..."

Lin Zhou laughed as he said this: "I told you we can't bring living organisms or electronic devices up there."

"We've taken it apart for you. These are all parts. Just assemble them according to the instructions, then quickly sling it on, and that's it. It's foolproof, super simple. Even people from the Middle East could do it; their average education level is pretty high."

"Now I need a resin Buddha statue that can light up. Can you handle that?"

Those present looked at each other, unsure how to respond, and simply pointed to the parts on the table.

"This is the most technologically advanced product in human history, representing the pinnacle of human industrial achievement. It can even evade metal detectors and resist gamma rays in space, and now you're asking us if we can make you a resin Buddha statue? I just... feel a bit insulted." A senior figure from aerospace engineering said somewhat helplessly, "Do you have any higher-level needs? We can basically fulfill your needs without limits. Don't be so cautious. Your authority has been greatly enhanced now. Haven't you noticed that everyone around you has changed?"

Li Han raised her hand: "Professor Wang and I haven't switched yet, and neither has Director Zhao."

"Give me the whole Type 055 destroyer?"

"It's fully loaded with 15,000 tons." The bigwig pursed his lips. "How do you plan to transport it?"