Always Dress Up as the Boss [Quick Transmigration]

"Be careful! Take it easy! Lift slowly!"

"Yes, yes, let's open this slot first, eh! Slow down and lighten! You lighten up!"

Mr. Wang, who just got the report from the people below and hurried over, saw the scene in front of him.

According to the legend, Mo Muwen, who was so weak that he could not help but collapse when the wind blows since he was a child, is currently carrying the blast furnace with his own strength!

"This, this, this! What is this for?"

Mr. Wang was dumbfounded, for a moment, he didn't know what to say!

What is this for?And what happened to Mo Muwen?

What about being weak?You look like you can hit at least ten of them!Where is the weakness?

Over there, Mo Muwen silently raised the blast furnace while Gou Li was jumping in a hurry.

He even shrunk his little finger a little guilty.

The place where the little little finger pressed left a small groove.

He, he had never done this kind of work since he was born.

So, is a pill furnace so light?

Mo Muwen was a little at a loss for the first time, how much effort would it take to be more suitable?

With sharp eyes, Gou Li suddenly saw the sunken place and rushed over in a hurry.

"Take it easy! You go easy! It's all recessed!"

He looked distressed, this is the best material!

If it is broken, I don't know where I can find it for a while.

Yuan Zhuo also came over, and after reading it, his expression was inexplicably complicated.

This strength is too great.

He touched his waist subconsciously, and slowly moved a little further away from Mo Muwen.

His waist is no match for this pill furnace, if he is held...

Wouldn't that kill him?

This pair of shells is very delicate, and the last time I wore a linen one, the two small spots were directly worn out.

If it were Mo Muwen's hands that can pinch steel bars...

Forget it.

Yuan Zhuo slowly took two more steps back.

It's still Plato, he's getting old, and he really can't handle such exciting things.

Facing Master Wang's astonished gaze, Yuan Zhuo left the Ministry of Industry ostentatiously with Gou Li and Mo Muwen holding the alchemy stove.

He and the emperor asked for a small Zhuangzi to study the art of iron smelting.

In addition, he also asked for a group of guards.

After seeing Mr. Wang's reaction, he realized that this iron-making technique - if this iron-making technique is really successful, it is likely to attract others' covetousness.

When they arrived at the place, Yuan Zhuo and Mo Muwen made two more trips to the Ministry of Industry - there was no way, all those things were very heavy and they were all big.

Even if Mo Muwen is born with divine power, there is no way to bring it back all at once.

After running a few times, even Mo Muwen was sweating in such a weather.

Yuan Zhuo glanced at it, and subconsciously took out a handkerchief to wipe it for him, raised his hand halfway, and then slowly retracted it.

After putting it away for a while, he thought about it, and put the handkerchief directly into Mo Muwen's hand.

"Wipe off your sweat."

Mo Muwen was taken aback, and subconsciously took out a handkerchief from his bosom.

"I have……"

He suddenly stopped talking.

Then the base of the ear quickly turned red.

This veil, veil is too imperial!

Wouldn't the fact that he hid the veil in private be about to be discovered!

Yuan Zhuo: ...

Even more stupid than before, I used to know how to hide two more veils, but now I only hide one and don't hide it.

Gee.

He took back the handkerchief calmly, pretending not to recognize that the handkerchief in Mo Muwen's hand was his own.

Mo Muwen breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, he couldn't help but look down at the handkerchief in his hand again, feeling a little sad for no reason.

Doesn't the Supreme Emperor recognize that this is his handkerchief?

If so, then what's the point of him hiding this handkerchief...

Thinking of this, he was shocked!

wrong!

How could he have such rebellious thoughts again!

Shaking his head violently, Mo Muwen hurriedly wiped off his sweat, put the handkerchief back in his bosom cherishedly, and then hurried forward to catch up.

Everything else is delusional. Only doing things for the Supreme Emperor is a serious matter.

"I ordered people to prepare iron ore, can the furnace be opened now?"

Yuan Zhuo asked Gou Li to put the blast furnace back on again.

Gou Li touched his sweat casually, and nodded excitedly.

"Of course, the Supreme Emperor! I'm ready now!"

Yuan Zhuo also felt a little excited in his heart, and nodded.

"Zhen and Mu Wen are waiting, and the others here are all at your command."

"Yes!"

Gou Li responded excitedly, and quickly walked to the front of the blast furnace to direct those people to start operating.

"The Supreme Emperor."

Mo Muwen did not know when he came to Yuan Zhuo's side.

Yuan Zhuo glanced at him from the corner of his eye, "What?"

Mo Muwen opened his mouth and said in a low voice.

"Actually, it's the same whether there is a Gou Li or not, right?"

It was the same before, the piggy didn't need him at all, and it's the same now, this iron making has nothing to do with him.

He only thought about being able to serve the Supreme Emperor, but actually thinking about it, he seemed to be just running errands with the Supreme Emperor.

Yuan Zhuo slowly put out a question mark?

He silently raised his head and glanced at Mo Muwen, and found that the man's eyes flinched, and he almost laughed angrily.

Just now I was planning to be Plato with this person, but this coward was even more cowardly than in his previous life, and even retreated?

Yuan Zhuo became angry when he thought about it.

He didn't even think that this jerk was more capable in his life, and this jerk retreated faster than him?

Make his spring and autumn dreams!

With a face as black as the bottom of a pot, Yuan Zhuo said angrily.

"How would I know those trivial things without you? Gou Li will be here to study the blast furnace in the future, so let me run around by myself?"

He was so angry that he even forgot to use the word "zhen" for a while.

Mo Muwen noticed it.

His heart, which had been shrinking back, suddenly started beating again.

In front of him, the Supreme Emperor didn't say anything to me for the first time.

Mo Muwen only felt an inexplicable joy and familiarity in his heart.

It seemed that the Supreme Emperor should have such an attitude in front of him.

But how could this be?

Such an idea is really too rebellious!

He didn't know what to say, and stood there in a daze.

Seeing his stupidity, Yuan Zhuo felt disgusted and helpless.

Counseling is counseling, really, it left him speechless.

He suddenly had an evil thought, stretched out his hand, and pinched Mo Muwen's left ring finger.

There was a trace of deliberate evil in Yuan Zhuo's tone, and his tone became a little frivolous.

"Don't forget, now I know your secret, if you want to continue to be an official, you can only follow me."

After he finished speaking, he went to see the cowardly reaction.

Mo Muwen was startled at first, and then showed a seven-point happy face!

Yuan Zhuo:? ? ?Are you still happy?

Is there something wrong with your cowardly brain circuit? ? ?

Mo Muwen looked at him happily, as if he had found a great reason for himself.

"Yes! That minister will always stay by the Supreme Emperor's side and serve the Supreme Emperor!"

If the new emperor sees his birthmark, he will definitely be taboo, but the Supreme Emperor does not despise him!

The Supreme Emperor is indeed a generation of Mingjun!He is willing to follow the Supreme Emperor for life!

"Molten iron is out! Hot iron is out!"

The craftsmen and Gou Li over there suddenly shouted excitedly, and Yuan Zhuo suddenly came back to his senses.

There was joy on his face, and he hurried over while holding Mo Muwen's fingers.

"Let me see!"

Being led by him, Mo Muwen subconsciously chased after him.

When he realized that his hand was pinched by the Supreme Emperor, a blush crept up on his face.

He was even a little annoyed, if, if this glove didn't exist...

Gou Li quickly instructed the craftsman to move aside, and he introduced Yuan Zhuo excitedly.

"Please take a look, my lord! This blast furnace is really a clever plan! I have personally visited several blacksmiths in the past few days. Most of them use a lot of firewood to burn slowly until the molten iron flows out. A lot of firewood has been saved, and the molten iron looks much better than the ones they burned!"

Yuan Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

As long as this iron can pass the test, other businesses will be easy to handle.

Old Winter Blacksmith Shop in Beijing.

It was another day of life as idle as fish juice, Lao Dong sat in front of the blacksmith's shop and took a puff of dry cigarette, and began to think about the starting point in his heart.

For more than half a month, no one has come to do business. If this continues, what will his big family eat and drink?

But if the blacksmith shop is closed, his skill in blacksmithing is really, a little bit unwilling.

Confused, a familiar official walked over from a distance.

Lao Dong glanced at it, and quickly stood up to meet him.

"Lord Qiu, why are you here today? Is there any new official document?"

Mr. Qiu was wearing an official uniform, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but his face couldn't help showing a hint of joy.

"There is a new official document, which is a great thing!"

Lao Dong was taken aback for a moment, and smiled wryly.

"Master Qiu is joking, what kind of great good thing can this have?"

Lord Qiu glared at him, "I said yes, then there must be! Come, come, you heard clearly."

He happily took out an official document and read it, and at the end, he looked at Lao Dong proudly, "How is it, is it a good thing?"

Lao Dong's eyes were staring straight, and it took a long time for his dark cheeks to turn red.

"This, this, Mr. Qiu, although the little old man can read, he can only understand a few sentences in plain language. What is the meaning of the official document just now?"

Master Qiu's face froze, and then he laughed.

"Forget, forget."

He quickly told Lao Dong briefly in plain language.

In the early morning yesterday, the emperor ordered the establishment of a new department of blacksmiths, under the name of the Ministry of Industry, which was in charge of iron smelting and casting.

Now there is a lack of suitable blacksmiths in the imperial court, so if anyone in the blacksmith shops in the capital is willing, those who pass the skills will be recruited to work in the blacksmith department.

At the end, Lord Qiu patted Lao Dong on the shoulder again.

"Old Dong, don't say that my brother didn't remind you. If you go in, you will eat the rice of the imperial court. This is an iron rice bowl! I have already inquired for you. The monthly money for entering is this Counting," he said with an excited tone, fingering two fingers, "Isn't that the annual expenditure of your family? You stick to the blacksmith's shop, why don't you work hard in the blacksmith's department!"

Lao Dong was pleasantly surprised, "Is that true? I am willing to go, little old man! Mr. Qiu, hurry up and report my name up for me, and I will clean up my shop right away!"

Didn't this just come to the pillow when I fell asleep!

The author has something to say: Chirp~

I originally planned to write this thick and long chapter, but after taking a look, it is more appropriate to stop here first!

Today is as you wish, the next chapter will either be thick and long, or it will be more~

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Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Liming, Ye Jinjin, Jinjinjin, 1 carp;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!