Qian Feng finished speaking, looking playfully at Cui Xu and Cui Yuanzhong.
The sweat on their foreheads dripped ceaselessly, their faces pale, unable to utter any further pleas.
Li Shimin let out a cold snort.
Since the evidence was solid!
Cui Yuanzhong, you like repairing graves with cement so much? Then be directly cast into a cement pillar and sent to block the breach for me!
Cui Xu, you like dealing with merchants, do you? Confiscate all your property! Your entire family will be sold into slavery to merchants!
Qian Feng, go and do it immediately! I don't want to see them for another moment!
The Ministry of Works, I want it all cleaned out!
Cui Yuanzhong and Cui Xu listened, their faces ashen.
Qian Feng stepped forward, grabbing one person in each hand.
He carried them out of the Chengtian Gate like this.
The two men were initially unnervingly calm.
But once they were outside the Chengtian Gate, they immediately started shouting.
Li Shimin was making a move against the noble families!
Had he forgotten how this world was obtained!
Li Shimin was a faithless wretch!
A usurper who killed his brother and father, unfit to sit on that dragon throne!
The bustling crowds outside Chengtian Gate, upon hearing these curses, couldn't help but look over.
Qian Feng was furious, throwing them both to the ground.
He drew the long saber at his waist, and fiercely struck them in the mouths.
This caused all their teeth to fall out, their faces so swollen they were unrecognizable.
Then, he addressed the passing crowd.
Cui Yuanzhong of the Boling Cui clan, Cui Xu of the Qinghe Cui clan, these two men embezzled funds during river repairs. His Majesty has decreed that their property be confiscated!
The common folk in the crowd, upon hearing Qian Feng’s words, erupted in thunderous cheers.
Excellent! Excellent!
Good! People like this should be killed!
I heard the Yellow River breached because of their corruption. A thousand cuts wouldn't be enough!
His Majesty is truly a wise ruler!
Indeed, he's only been on the throne for a year, and this old man feels like life has a direction!
Those speaking like this were mostly ordinary citizens.
Among the crowd, a few individuals dressed as servants quietly squeezed out, and left the scene without a sound.
Fang Family Village, the workshop.
Fang Er packed all the books into the newly made safe.
A large box, one meter square!
The entire thing was made of inch-thick steel plates, with a reinforced interlayer.
It was a two-part unit, with four mechanical combination locks.
Heh heh, I doubt anyone in the entire Great Tang, apart from myself, could open it.
Of course, excluding brute force.
However, anti-theft measures were still in place. If these books were leaked, there would be no explaining it away.
If they were forcibly dismantled with tools, the gunpowder in the interlayer would instantly blast the entire box into dust.
After finishing with the safe, Fang Er looked at the tires piled in a corner of the workshop.
There were large and small ones, of all models.
Most of them were motorcycle tires. When he exchanged for them, each model of tire was sold in sets of four. Each set could be exchanged three times, making twelve tires.
In this pile alone, there were six types of motorcycle tires! Seventy-two tires in total!
Since that was the case, he might as well get the motorcycles ready.
They could be loaded onto the ship, and once they reached the sea, they would serve as means of transportation.
In his previous life, he had ridden motorcycles a few times as a child. But by the time he grew up and started working, motorcycles were banned in the city, so he never rode one again.
However, the feeling of speed he remembered was fantastic!
He heard that in that country with good living conditions, horses were particularly small at this time.
If he rode one and his feet dragged on the ground, it wouldn't be good.
Too much effort for his feet!
He acted as he thought. He hadn't eaten pork before, but he had seen pigs run.
Improvisation was a necessary skill for any master craftsman.
Due to the limitations of the ignition method, gasoline engines were temporarily out of the question, but diesel engines were no problem at all.
Fang Er chose a parallel-twin cylinder turbocharged diesel engine, which theoretically could produce over 100 horsepower.
It used air cooling, which avoided the more complex structure of water-cooled engines. This allowed the engine to be relatively smaller and easier to use and maintain.
It was time to do it himself, and also a chance to impart his skills.
He turned on the walkie-talkie and called Zhao Gang and the others over.
First, in front of them, he drew up the design blueprints.
As he drew, he explained the principles.
Then, as before, he began to construct it himself, with Zhao Gang and the artisans assisting.
Some less critical parts were also handed over to them to try making.
There was no fear of scrapping them, only the fear of not learning.
Fang Er already had a plan. There were still many young men in the village, and this recruitment drive had mostly hired from nearby villages.
The young men from Fang Family Village were being reserved for future use.
This sea voyage would certainly not be a short one of two or three months. Thus, the attack group could also rest for a while. Of course, resting was shameful.
Fang Er planned to set up a vocational school.
Less critical technologies would be gradually released.
Once they had learned, he could then outsource more orders.
This would not only increase the income of the villagers but also alleviate the order pressure on the workshop.
Fang Er was not worried about potential technology leakage at all.
Even if they learned the technology, without the corresponding processing tools, it would all be for naught.
This was the only method used by those shameless individuals in his previous life to impose technological barriers on his homeland.
In the workshop, with all the tools readily available, Fang Er explained slowly. He confirmed multiple times whether the artisans had fully grasped each detail before proceeding to the production of the next part.
Although they could already independently produce a four-cylinder diesel engine, they still learned a lot in this process.
The motorcycle was assembled, fueled with diesel and lubricating oil. The moment the engine started, Zhao Gang and the leading artisans cheered once again.
The shape of the vehicle was the classic Harley style.
With its wide racing tires and robust frame, it looked like a bowing wild bull.
Zhao Gang looked at the wild bull at the front, his eyes full of accomplishment.
Marquis, could you give it a name?
Fang Er swung his leg over, straddled the leather seat.
He held the clutch with his left hand and gently tapped the gear with the sole of his right foot, shifting into gear.
Feeling the vibration of the vehicle, he said.
Let's call it the Warrior!
You all go back and continue with your work. After this is done, I have other arrangements.
After giving his instructions, he released the clutch and twisted the throttle with his right hand.
The wild bull roared and charged out of the workshop.