Space Farming: Traveling through Ancient Times to Do Business

Yang Huai patted his chest with lingering fear, barely managed to stand firm, looked at Zhang Ping helplessly and said, "Brother Zhang, can you stop researching these dangerous things? I am always scared every time I come to your place."

Zhang Ping put away his smile, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes. "What do you know, Brother Yang.

Yang Huai sighed. Although he still felt uneasy, he also knew Zhang Ping's stubbornness. "Yes, yes, you are right. But we also have to pay attention to safety, right?"

Zhang Ping nodded in agreement, and then changed the subject: "By the way, Brother Yang, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Yang Huai then remembered the important matter and said quickly: "Oh, I almost forgot. The dean asked me to come to you and said that there is something important to discuss."

Zhang Ping frowned slightly when he heard this, and seemed to be uninterested in the dean's call. "Oh, I'm busy." He answered casually, and lowered his head to continue fiddling with the experimental equipment in his hand.

Seeing this, Yang Huai had no choice but to use his trump card: "Brother Zhang, the clan leader is here too."

This sentence seemed to have magical power. Zhang Ping's eyes lit up instantly, and even the stains on his face seemed to come alive. "Really? Then I'll go now!" He put down the work in his hands without hesitation, turned around and ran out, without even having time to shake off the dust on his clothes.

He knew that the clan leader was looking for him, most likely for something related to explosives research. He didn't bother to tidy up his appearance, and hurried to the dean's office.

Looking at Zhang Ping's receding back, Yang Huai shook his head helplessly. "This guy is really crazy about explosives." He said to himself, and then turned around and left this place full of gunpowder.

He secretly decided that it would be better to come to this place less often in the future. After all, life is only once, and he doesn't want to lose his life because of other people's madness.

......

"Chief, are you looking for me?" Zhang Ping looked at Jiang Xue expectantly, with curiosity and excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Jiang Xue nodded slightly and said firmly: "Yes, I plan to study gunpowder in depth and produce a large amount of it."

"Really?" Zhang Ping's voice was filled with excitement, as if he saw a new world unfolding before his eyes.

"Yes." Jiang Xue confirmed again

"Then... when does it start?" Zhang Ping asked impatiently. He was ready to devote himself to this great cause at any time.

"It will start in the afternoon." Jiang Xue's answer was concise and clear, without any hesitation.

"So urgent?" At this time, Li Da at the side couldn't help but interrupt, with a hint of doubt in his tone. Obviously, he was a little surprised by such a hasty decision.

"Yeah." Jiang Xue nodded slightly.

Zhang Ping and Li Da nodded silently upon hearing this.

In Shangjing, inside Feng Mansion, the atmosphere was solemn and tense.

Madam Feng stood beside the head of the family, Feng Mulin, with a worried look on her face. She said softly, "Master, I heard from my second sister that the emperor's health is getting worse. This situation is really worrying."

Feng Mulin sighed softly, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but then he became firm. He shook his head and comforted: "Madam, how could I not know your worries. But please rest assured, I have already made up my mind and will deal with it properly."

Madam Feng's eyes turned red when she heard this. She seemed to want to say something, but Feng Mulin gently interrupted her: "Madam, don't worry. For the future of the Feng family and for our child Feng'er, you must go first. I have arranged everything. You will leave the city through the Feng family's secret tunnel later. There will be reliable people waiting outside. They will escort you to Feng'er, which is relatively safe."

Madam Feng was very reluctant to leave when she heard this, but she also knew that this was the best arrangement at the moment. She hesitated for a moment, but still said, "But, Master, how can I leave alone and leave you to face this unknown crisis?"

Feng Mulin reached out and held Madam Feng's hand, his eyes full of affection and determination: "Madam, how could I not know your feelings for me. But please believe me, I know my limits. Only when you are safe can I handle everything without any worries. When I have dealt with the affairs here, I will definitely come to reunite with you."

Mrs. Feng's eyes were filled with tears, but she finally nodded. She knew that this was for the greater good. She said softly, "Master, you must be careful. Feng'er and I are waiting for you."

Feng Mulin smiled and nodded, then instructed Aunt Feng beside him: "Aunt Feng, take Madam to pack her belongings now, and be sure to do it quickly and secretly. We don't have much time, so we must set off immediately."

Nanny Feng took the order and left. Madam Feng looked at Master Feng reluctantly, then turned around and followed Nanny Feng away, silently praying in her heart that the day of peace and reunion for the Feng family would come soon.

......

In the suburbs of Shangjing, in a deep and dense forest, the sun dappled the ground, adding a bit of mystery to the quiet forest path. Murong Zhenyu and Nangong De stood side by side, looking into the distance, as if waiting for some important moment.

"Dad, His Highness should be here soon, right?" There was a barely perceptible hint of nervousness and anticipation in Murong Zhenyu's voice. He turned to look at his father Nangong De beside him, with a determined light in his eyes.

Nangong De sighed softly upon hearing this, his eyes full of mixed emotions. He was well aware of the dangers and unknowns of this trip, and his worry for his son was self-evident. "Yu'er, we don't know what the future holds for this operation, and there are too many variables. Dad has thought about it, and I still hope you can go back and not get involved in this storm." Nangong De's tone was filled with pleading and helplessness.

However, Murong Zhenyu shook his head firmly, without any fear or retreat in his eyes. "Dad, from the moment I decided to embark on this journey, I was ready to face everything. I have no regrets about coming to this point today. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will fight side by side with you until the last moment."

Nangong De looked at his son's determined eyes, and he couldn't help but feel relieved and proud. He knew that his son had a brave and determined heart, and would never give up easily even in the most difficult times. "You are so stubborn that it makes people feel distressed." Nangong De gently patted Murong Zhenyu's shoulder, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

Just then, a slight sound of horse hooves came from afar, breaking the tranquility of the forest.

"Second uncle." Xuan Yuchen first saluted Nangong De, his tone full of respect.

"Your Highness." Nangong De returned the greeting, his eyes full of complexity. He was pleased with His Highness's arrival, but also worried that the next action would be full of unknowns and dangers.