allonlinenovel Chapter 350: Prepare to Welcome
Chapter 350: Prepare to Welcome
To the people of this world, the approaching "group" was like a god, revered as "immortals." These "immortals" brought the spark of hope, the key to a new world. The new textile technology they brought was like a spring rain, nourishing the empire's production.
Once crude and rudimentary, the textile workshops have been transformed by new technologies. The shuttles weave back and forth across the looms, weaving fabrics of exquisite texture and a wide variety of colors. Production has increased exponentially. The women gather around their looms, their eyes sparkling with surprise and anticipation, their hands becoming increasingly skilled. They discuss these miraculous changes, their laughter echoing through the workshop.
The innovation of medical technology was like a beacon of light in the darkness. Once, intractable diseases, like demons, claimed countless lives, leaving doctors helpless. But the new medical techniques introduced by the "immortal" equip doctors with a powerful weapon to fight this demon. In the clinic, veteran doctors, wearing reading glasses, carefully pored over the new medical texts, exclaiming in amazement. They experimented with new diagnostic methods and treatments, and as they watched patients gradually recover under the new medical techniques, their eyes were filled with gratitude to the "immortal" and a longing for the future.
Ceramics also experienced an unprecedented boom. In kilns, artisans meticulously crafted ceramics using new techniques. Once monotonous, these wares were transformed into vibrant colors and diverse forms. Exquisite vases bore vivid designs, while delicate tea sets seemed to tell ancient stories. These new ceramics not only expanded in variety but also achieved a qualitative leap in production technology. Carefully, the artisans held their prized creations, beaming with pride, knowing they would become new treasures of imperial culture.
The revolution in architectural technology was like drawing a grand blueprint across the land. Rising from the ground, towering bridges spanned rivers, resembling giant dragons resting on the waves. Passengers and vehicles crisscrossed the bridges, facilitating travel and the transport of goods. Houses were no longer confined to traditional styles and craftsmanship; sturdy and beautiful structures sprang up like mushrooms after a rain. These structures, long in construction, some spanning centuries, stood like monuments of empire, bearing witness to the passage of time. Every brick and stone embodied the painstaking efforts of the artisans, and every architectural detail showcased the magic of new building techniques. For a world revered for its ancient martial arts, the impact of these technologies was like a surging ocean wave, shaking everyone's soul.
Night fell, a time of tranquility, but the entire capital and the four mysterious cities to the east, south, west, and north were ablaze with lights. Lanterns illuminated the streets and alleys, their warm orange glow illuminating the night like day. People were busy, some hanging the last batch of lanterns, others checking the street layout, and still others preparing food for the next day's celebration. The air was filled with the aroma of food and a festive atmosphere. Children ran and laughed through the streets, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation for tomorrow's event.
In a hall of the Imperial Palace, candlelight flickered as the Emperor sat at his desk, intently reading memorials. His face wore a hint of fatigue, yet his eyes held a resolute and majestic gaze. The air around him seemed to grow heavy with his presence. Just then, six princes entered one after another. They were the Third Prince Zhang Zhilin, the Fourth Prince Zhang Zhihao, the Sixth Prince Zhang Zhichu, the Seventh Prince Zhang Zhijin, the Eighth Prince Zhang Zhichen, and the Youngest Prince Zhang Zhiqian. They were adorned in magnificent attire, each step bearing the air of a royal demeanor, yet each expression was distinct.
They had come to report to the Emperor on the preparations for welcoming the "Immortal." Seeing them enter, the Emperor nodded slightly, then put down the memorial in his hand and said, "Come and sit down." His voice was deep and powerful, echoing throughout the hall.
The six princes saluted and took their seats before the Emperor. The Eighth Prince, Zhang Zhichen, spoke first. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he said, "Father, I have carefully reviewed the preparations, and everything is in place. The streets of the capital have been swept, lanterns hung in every corner, and all necessary items for the celebration have been prepared." A confident smile graced his face, his eyes gleaming with anticipation for this grand event.
The fourth prince Zhang Zhihao went on to say, "Father, news has also come from the four mysterious cities in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest. They are all ready. The people are very enthusiastic about welcoming the 'immortal', and various celebrations are being prepared." His tone was steady as he reported on the part he was responsible for.
The Sixth Prince Zhang Zhichu also added: "I have checked the training of the welcoming team. They have all mastered the etiquette and will definitely be able to show the style of our Xuanying Empire." He sat upright, his eyes showing seriousness.
The seventh prince Zhang Zhijin and the youngest prince Zhang Zhiqian also reported on other related preparations, and their words were full of the importance they attached to this grand event.
The Emperor listened quietly, sometimes nodding slightly, sometimes frowning in thought. When the six princes had finished their reports, he smiled with satisfaction and said, "You've done a great job. This welcoming of the 'Immortal' concerns the future of our empire, and we cannot afford to fail." His eyes revealed his anticipation for this event and his approval of the princes.
At this time, the eighth prince Zhang Zhichen seemed to remember something, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. He looked at the emperor and said sincerely: "Father, I have something else I want to discuss with you. I have heard about some of General Lin Feng's deeds recently, and I admire him very much. I think we should send someone to help him." His eyes were full of admiration for Lin Feng, and he knew very well the importance of Lin Feng in this special period.
The emperor frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "I have already helped him. He needs to walk the next path on his own. If we are the ones to do everything for him, it will be difficult for him to win the support of others and it will be difficult for him to truly grow." His eyes revealed the foresight of an emperor. He knew that for talents like Lin Feng, proper training was necessary.
Zhang Zhichen felt a little resentful after hearing this, but he couldn't say anything else. He knew his father's decision couldn't be easily changed, and he also understood the emperor's deep meaning.
Upon seeing this, the third prince Zhang Zhilin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a hint of disdain: "That Lin Feng is the one who has been making a lot of noise recently, right?" There was a hint of jealousy and dissatisfaction in his eyes. He had always resented the attention and special treatment Lin Feng received.