Chapter 12: Assassination
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Emerging from the Armory, it was already evening. A streak of red clouds enveloped a man and his horse, casting Xiao Ming’s elongated shadow on the yellow dirt road of Qingzhou City.
Teaching technology was exhausting. Now, Xiao Ming’s mouth was parched and his throat dry, but today marked a historic step for him—the pure steel lathe was already in practice.
When he first arrived in this world, he had felt a bit lost. Now, that confusion had been replaced by the fervor of climbing the tech tree.
Xiao Ming never believed that an ordinary person could change an era. He was grateful to be a prince rather than an extra in the crowd.
In the Da Yu Empire, the deeply ingrained mindset of imperial rule and the age-old small-scale peasant economy meant that machinery lacked the driving force to be promoted.
The abundance of population made labor cheap, further diminishing the value of machinery.
In modern times, if it weren’t for Western guns and cannons breaking open the doors of feudal imperial power, this self-sufficient agrarian economy of the “Celestial Empire” would have continued.
Thus, in his view, industrial revolution required a driving force, and he hoped this force wouldn’t come from external sources.
This was also why he was glad to be a prince. As the supreme ruler of his fiefdom, he could fully act as this force to drive industrial change, and the existence of the tech library provided the necessary support.
Lost in thought, as he passed by a residential area, the sound of string and wind instruments suddenly reached his ears. Xiao Ming looked up.
Across from him was the Green Bamboo Lane, where the Wang family residence was located. Judging by the commotion, the Wang family’s banquet must have already begun.