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Chapter 269 Journey
The sudden mutiny of the Lu family was like a shadow lingering in Zhao Sheng's heart. Now that Zhao Sheng was traveling, he had to bring the elite Special 1st Division with him, as if only in this way could he dispel the lingering uneasiness.
Before setting off, the First Special Division had meticulously deployed their forces, carefully monitoring every inch of the route. The first five miles of the route were covered in hidden scouts and ambushes, forming an impenetrable defense for the advancing troops.
After only one day's journey, everyone arrived at the beautiful Guangchang County.
"Yifei," he said softly but firmly, "time is running out. We must immediately begin preparing the pressing and brewing workshops. I have entrusted the construction of the press to the highly skilled Master Lu, and he will surely live up to my expectations."
Adopt pipeline collection to allow the juice to flow smoothly into the next process, remember to ensure perfect separation during the process."
Looking back, although fruit wine brewing has been attempted on a small scale, it was still somewhat crude due to the lack of that crucial press. Now, the introduction of the new press will undoubtedly inject new vitality and possibilities into this ancient craft.
Although Hu Yifei was well aware of the principle, this was his first time putting it into practice. When discussing the quarantine, Zhao Sheng briefly mentioned the hygienic reasons and did not delve further.
"Don't worry, Prince Consort, I will complete the construction here as soon as possible."
Hu Yifei puffed out his chest and said confidently.
Zhao Sheng nodded slightly. He believed what Hu Yifei said and he was very relieved about his old team.
The markings on the drawings were very clear, so Zhao Sheng didn't have to worry about what happened next after handing it to him.
In short, the personnel in the four processes of sorting, pressing, sorting and brewing each perform their duties and do not interfere with each other.
Not only do they have no overlap in their work, but their working hours are also deliberately staggered. Even the gates to the workshop are set up in different places, as if they are four parallel tracks that never intersect.
There is an unwritten rule in the factory: anyone who secretly peeks into the details of other processes or the movements of personnel will be fired at best, or even exiled to a remote frontier with no chance of returning.
Some people know very well that exile often means disappearing from this world quietly and without a trace.
Some, even more so, were apprehensive about this place of work and hesitated to take the job, simply because of the rumors of insecurity circulating among the people. However, the salary offered by the factory was so attractive that it was hard to give up. Even with some concerns, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and step into this unknown territory.
The distillation workshop and the brewing workshop seem to be two worlds cleverly arranged by fate. They are only separated by a narrow street, but they seem to be two completely different worlds.
In this era, passages extending east-west were called "streets", and those running north-south were called "roads", from which the popular saying of "horizontal streets and vertical roads" was derived.
This street looks ordinary on the outside, but it holds secrets inside.
It not only serves as the factory's security line, with uniformed, sharp-eyed security personnel patrolling here; you can also often see factory leaders walking hurriedly, either heading to the conference room to discuss major plans or inspecting the production line.
What's even more secretive is that Zhao Sheng's spies are also lurking here quietly. Their eyes are as sharp as hawks, silently monitoring every movement around them.
In addition, this street is also a fortress for the circulation of materials.
In the early morning, trucks loaded with raw materials roar in, injecting endless vitality into the production line; in the evening, vehicles loaded with finished products slowly drive out, delivering the fruits of labor in all directions.
On this street, every stone slab records the pulse of the factory, and every breeze is mixed with the scent of sweat and hope.
"Come, your steps seem a little heavy, you must be tired." Zhao Sheng gently stretched out his hand and gently took the small burden in Li Shuya's arms, his eyes full of considerate inquiry.
"Daddy, actually I can walk by myself, but Mommy is always reluctant to let me leave her arms." Ning Yue blinked her bright eyes, acting coquettishly with a bit of childishness, and her words were filled with the innocence and dependence unique to children.
When Li Shuya heard this, the words she was about to say were interrupted by this warmth. A knowing smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and that smile hid the tenderness and satisfaction of being a mother.
It was rare to see Li Shuya smiling like this. A warm feeling surged in Zhao Sheng's heart. He lowered his head involuntarily and gave Ning Yue a light kiss on her pink cheek, full of doting and love for this little family member.
"Daddy, Xinyue also wants a big kiss."
Xinyue in Xiaotao's arms stretched out her tender little hands and looked at Zhao Sheng eagerly, longing to throw herself into his warm arms and enjoy the exclusive sweetness and love.
"Haha, it seems that all the babies in our family need kisses, and daddy has to treat them all equally." Zhao Sheng smiled, gently took Li Xinyue over, and gave her a loving and real kiss.
Seeing this, Zhao Ningyue, who was standing by, couldn't help but pout a little, feeling a little unhappy.
The kiss Daddy had given him just now was so gentle, while the kiss he gave his sister was so affectionate and deep. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous, so he begged in a baby voice, "Daddy, that one doesn't count. You have to give me another big kiss..."
On a slightly desolate piece of land awaiting construction, a warm and picturesque scene quietly unfolds.
The children's laughter is clear and melodious, like the most beautiful melody in spring, penetrating the silence and bleakness around them.
They chased and played on this land that had not yet been carved by time, and every step they took was a carefree one, instantly igniting vitality and vigor in this barren land.
The sunlight shines gently, giving this innocent picture a warm golden glow, making every moment seem particularly precious and touching.
After a night of rest and reorganization, when the dawn broke, Liang Dong received a secret report from the Special 1st Division that everything was safe along the way, so the team set out again on the journey to Weizhou.
The news of Zhao Sheng's arrival in Weizhou was wrapped in layers of dense networks, and only Zhao Long knew the truth.
Bathed in the morning light, he led his elite guards and slowly walked to the South City Gate. On the surface, it was a routine inspection, but secretly, his heart was beating anxiously like a drum, waiting for the long-awaited figure of the young master.
"Report - Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief, an unidentified person has quietly sneaked in ten miles outside the city." A spy stepped forward quickly, his voice filled with urgency.
Zhao Long frowned slightly, his eyes sharp as a torch. "Can you tell which side they are from?"
"My Lord, judging by their attire, they appear to be similar to the soldiers of the First Special Division, except..." The spy hesitated for a moment, "They are not wearing military uniforms, which makes them seem quite secretive."
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Long's heart couldn't help but ripples, and he secretly thought about this sudden change.
"Never in uniform? Then could you describe their attire in detail?"
The spy stepped forward and lowered his voice, saying, "Their attire is rather odd. Their clothes are tattered, yet they don't look at all like beggars. The objects they're clutching look vaguely like automatic rifles."
"Send a skilled person immediately to contact him and ascertain his true identity. If necessary, capturing him alive is the best strategy."
Zhao Long had already secretly concluded in his heart that this was most likely the elite special forces under Zhao Sheng's command, but for this slight uncertainty, he had also made careful arrangements to prevent any possible variables!