God Soldier Atlas

In the front yard of Workshop Zero, ten boxes were lined up, and all of them had been opened.

It was eerily quiet.

I don't know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva first, and then similar voices sounded one after another.

Pit—Dad.

Zhou Shu let out a long sigh, looked up at the sky and was speechless.

Well, my lord, let's not take it.

Zhang Yibei said with some embarrassment.

The ten big boxes are full.

But it's useless for them to ask for these things.

They don't know any big characters, why do they want these things?

Can't the things bestowed by the emperor be sold as decorations?

Stop making trouble, how can a cook have such a leisurely heart.

Looking at those opened boxes, Zhou Shu was also full of weeds.

The emperor's old son has something wrong with his brain, how can he reward people with these things?

The box is full of pens, ink, paper and inkstones and books...

Although these things look like tributes and are of great value, what does Zhou Shu want these things for?

He doesn't want to study for the imperial examination!

At first, he thought those books would be some secrets of martial arts or military casting.

Turns out, it's all his mother's poems and songs!

I am a blacksmith, would you reward me with some books on poetry and poetry?

What does this mean?

Zhou Shu was stunned for a while, and could only let out a long sigh.

There is really no reason to reason about this matter, and this is all a reward from the imperial court, and it is impossible to sell it for money.

Forget it, I'll put these books in the workshop and make it a reading corner. In the future, you will learn to know when you have nothing to do. It's also good to cultivate your sentiments.

Zhou Shu waved his hand and said in a lackluster manner.

The dream of getting rich is shattered, let's build soldiers honestly.

...

Inside the imperial city, Emperor Yuan Feng was splashing ink in the imperial study.

What he wrote in his pen was exactly Zhou Shu's poem about Autumn Shuiyan Lingdao.

You said that Zhou Shu has already passed the best age for reading. Now that I reward him with books, will it be too late?

Emperor Yuanfeng suddenly said.

Standing next to him was the Eunuch Zhao whom Zhou Shu had met before, and Eunuch Zhao said respectfully, If he is really talented, he will surely live up to His Majesty's expectations.

I had no expectations.

Emperor Yuan Feng shook his head, I just think that he can write such good poems after only studying in a private school for one year. If he reads more books, wouldn't he be able to write better poems?

Emperor Yuanfeng's eyes were a little bright, and many people didn't know that the good-natured Emperor Yuanfeng was actually a middle-aged literary artist who liked poetry and songs quite a lot.

It's just that, as the king of a country, he can't be too indulged in his own preferences.

Of course, he is just a pure liking, as for talent——

That's all I can say.

Anyway, after so many years, the poems he made are not as good as Zhou Shu's Qiushui Yanling Saber...

The general Nanzheng is courageous and bold, with autumn water and wild goose feathers on his waist, the wind blows and drums, the mountains and rivers move, and the lightning flashes and the sun and the moon are high.

Emperor Yuanfeng recited aloud, the words are good, the poems are better!

It's a pity, if Zhou Shu wrote this poem before the army set off, it would be great.

Emperor Yuan Feng even imagined that before the army set off, he would personally match the Qiushui Yanling sword with the general Meng Bai, and then said, On the day of the return of Taiping, I will untie the battle robes with the soldiers.

That scene is simply not too comfortable, okay?

Eunuch Zhao had served Emperor Yuanfeng for decades, so he knew some of His Majesty's preferences, and said, On the day of the general's triumphant return, His Majesty will reward Qiushui Yanling Saber again, it would be good.

You do not understand.

Emperor Yuanfeng shook his head regretfully, This is an expedition poem, and it is somewhat against harmony to recite it when the army is triumphant.

Then ask Mr. Zhou to make another one?

Eunuch Zhao is fair.

Emperor Yuanfeng's eyes lit up, and he shook his head immediately, Good poetry, you can make it without saying it. Let's not mention these, just bring today's memorial.

...

The words are divided into two ends, some are happy and some are sad.

Although the emperor's reward did not make Zhou Shu rich, which was a little depressing, but Zhou Shu quickly put these things behind him, and it didn't have much impact on his mood.

But the other person was in a bad mood.

The boy surnamed Zhou has developed a new weapon?

Zhu Mansion, Zhu Chuanfeng said with a look of surprise, That kid, is he really a genius for casting soldiers?

The real deal!

Zhu Chuanzhi said in a deep voice, Although the Casting Division blocked the news, I have already confirmed with Xiao Bufan that he indeed lost to Zhou Shu in casting standard weapons.

Now, no one in the Casting Division will doubt that he is a genius for casting soldiers, and I think that in the next issue of Tianji Villa's standard weapon list, these weapons of his will definitely be on the list.

At that time, I'm afraid he will be the number one soldier casting apprentice in the world?

Hmph, the number one soldier casting apprentice in the world is just a soldier casting apprentice.

Zhu Chuanfeng snorted coldly with disdain.

This title was created by Zhu Chuanzhi himself. In fact, there is no such thing as the world's number one soldier-casting apprentice, soldier-casting master, and soldier-casting master. There is such a saying.

The kid surnamed Zhou is really a genius for casting soldiers, so we can't let him go, hold him in your hand, that's a cash cow.

Zhu Chuanfeng muttered to himself.

Brother, don't you want to resign from your old age and return to your hometown, and retire from the Forging World?

Zhu Chuanzhi was puzzled, Is it that important whether you have mastered him or not?

You do not understand.

Zhu Chuanfeng shook his head and said, Although we seem to have made some money these years, we spent more. Once I stop, our savings alone won't last long.

The boy surnamed Zhou has developed four, no, five standard weapons. If we take ownership of these five standard weapons, they will generate money continuously. By then, we will be able to sit back and relax.

But isn't the ownership of standard weapons owned by the workshop?

Zhu Chuanzhi said puzzledly.

That's a soldier casting apprentice! If he is an apprentice of a soldier casting master, it will be different naturally, the casting soldier must give up the benefits!

Zhu Chuanfeng said confidently.

Zhu Chuanzhi doesn't understand these things, and he doesn't care, anyway, there is his elder brother.

Brother, what shall we do now?

Originally, if Zhou Shu had been deprived of his status as the head of No. 0 workshop this time, Zhu Chuanfeng would have been able to continue to recruit him.

But now, Zhou Shu not only did not lose his position as the head of No. 0 Workshop, but sat more securely.

Now that Zhu Chuanfeng went to recruit disciples again, he might still have to deal with it.

We can't delay any longer. Once the standard weapon list of Tianji Villa is announced, more people will pay attention to him.

Zhu Chuanfeng murmured, Since the kid surnamed Zhou won't eat or drink fine wine when toasting, then I can't blame him!

Chuanzhi, you're like this...

Zhu Chuanfeng lowered his voice and whispered something in Zhu Chuanzhi's ear.

...

I love forged soldiers, forged soldiers make me happy—

Zhou Shu hummed a little song that was completely out of tune, and swung the sledgehammer in his hand one after another.

In addition to the Qiushui Yanling Sword, there are already five weapons on the magic weapon map.

The Tiger Bendao, Bailianhuanshoudao, Zhanmadao, and Xiuchundao, these four weapons have all been filled.

Qiushui Yanling Saber is a latecomer, and Zhou Shu has only cast two of them so far, and they are still far away from being full.

But Zhou Shu is not in a hurry now, anyway, with the first four knives, he is already getting stronger, this Qiushui Yanling Knife, just take your time.

He is now thinking about how to promote the Qiushui Yanling Saber.

For Zhou Shu, casting weapons is very important, but what is more important is how to make the weapons he cast work.

How can weapons kill if they can't get into the right hands?

If there is no kill, there will be no feedback from the magic map, and these weapons are equivalent to waste.

Some of the weapons cast by the Army Casting Division were directly assigned to those armies by the higher-ups, and some of them needed to be sold by the Army Casting Division to the army itself.

Zhou Shu didn't know that Emperor Yuanfeng had designated the Qiushui Yanling Saber for use. He was still thinking about which army had more chances to fight, and how to get them to purchase the Qiushui Yanling Saber.

It's a pity that Sun Gonggong went out with the army. Otherwise, he can help introduce his father.

Zhou Shu stroked his chin in thought.

Sun Gongping and his father are the Marquis of Weiyuan in the Great Xia, who commanded the Weiyuan Army in the National Defense Army, which is also a fighting force. It is also good to sell Qiushui Yanling Saber to him.

After all, Zhou Shu's foundation is too shallow. Even if he has made friends with some people, his military relations are still too few.

Even if you want to sell your own weapons, there are not many ways.

The exposure rate is still not high enough.

Zhou Shu thought in his heart that it is better to be a soldier casting master. The imported weapons are all made by others who come to ask the soldier casting master to cast them.

It's not like a standard weapon, you have to find a way to sell it after it is cast, if no army is willing to use it, the workshop will just cut it off and stop casting it.

This is also one of the reasons why few soldiers are willing to develop improved standard weapons.

Because it doesn't make sense, the upper limit of the standard weapon's power is the same, and it is impossible for the caster to increase the power too much.

It takes a long time to improve a new type of weapon, but no one uses it. Isn't that thankless?

With that time, why not forge a high-quality weapon, which can make money and fame?

Unless the standard weapons are good enough to be actively scrambled for, who knows if the standard weapons developed by his No. 0 workshop are good?

At least he had to have a chance to show it off so that others could see his weapon, so he had to take the initiative to sell it door-to-door.

Compared with other workshop owners, Zhou Shu's willingness to sell weapons is stronger, not only because of the task pressure of the Casting Division, but also because of the feedback from the magic map.

If the forged weapons can't be sold, how can he earn the reward of the map of magic weapons?

How can he become stronger without the reward of the magic map?

It really doesn't matter if it's money or not. What's important is that he doesn't want his hard work to be idle.

How can the hard-forged weapons be left in the warehouse to generate dust? Isn't this a waste?