Chapter 660

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Episode 660 A little seasoning makes it delicious. (1)

Imperial Year 3 (1451).

“Whoa~.”

After finishing the report with a long sigh, Wan closed the report in front of him and handed it to the internal officer standing next to him.

“Let’s just end today’s work here.”

“Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

After finishing processing the approval documents from the lab and Area 51, Wan stood up and lightly moved his waist.

“I’ve been sitting for a long time, so my back is a bit stiff...” Wan

left the office after relaxing with some light stretching – as expected, the culprit was the scent, and it started with the scent and at some point spread to everyone.

“I’m going to the deputy director’s office. “Please follow me with the payment documents.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

At that moment, the officials, officials, and researchers passing through the passage hurriedly paid homage to Wan.

“I would like to see you, Your Majesty.”

“Shh! noiselessly. “Wouldn’t it be a hindrance to working people?”

“Oh yeah. yes.”

Wan, who gave a light warning to those who hurriedly raised their voices to show respect, headed to Jeong In-ji’s office.

“Your Majesty has arrived.”

Jeong In-ji, who was notified of Wan’s visit, immediately got up and ran to the door.

“welcome!”

Wan, who entered the office after being welcomed by Jeong In-ji, gave an order to the internal officer.

“Please give the approval documents to the deputy director.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Jeong In-ji, who received the approval documents from the internal officer, looked at the thick pile of approval documents and sighed softly without realizing it.

“Whoa~.”

At Jeong In-ji’s sigh, Wan smiled slightly and spoke.

“You have a lot of work to do today, right?”

“ah! I apologize. “I have shown you the actual situation.”

“no. Aren’t the research lab and Area 51 always a place where work creates work?”

Jeong In-ji nodded at Wan’s words.

“Of course.”

Soon, Wan and Jeong In-ji continued their conversation with the black bean tea brought by the servant in front of them.

“I didn’t know before why His Majesty asked me to take charge of the work here, but these days, I think I understand.”

“Is that so? “What do you think is the reason?”

Jeong In-ji received the words with a smile as if she were looking at her child. The awkward attitude he had when he first arrived has disappeared and he now shows the appearance of a mature administrator.

Wan answered Jeong In-ji’s question with a smile.

“It is the best place to learn and become familiar with cesarean science. The greatest cause is ‘to develop the empire’s learning and make it rich.’ Does this cause only apply to research labs and Area 51? “Isn’t the government itself guided by this cause?”

Jeong In-ji nodded at Wan’s words.

“That’s right. “You are truly right.”

In response to Jeong In-ji’s response, Wan added more strength to his voice.

“Watching through the various proposals that have been made to realize that cause, discarding the ones that are not right, and deciding on the future by considering the weight of the proposals. Isn’t this what a king should do? And the most important thing. ‘Making the most out of a given budget’ and sometimes ‘how to fight to get a bigger budget.’ Isn’t this the most important thing in kingship? So, I think His Majesty passed this position on to me.”

“It is indeed so.”

While agreeing with Wan’s words, Jeong In-ji muttered something else in her mind.

‘I understand that you looked like you didn’t want to pass it on to me.’

“However, when I look at the results coming out of the research center and Area 51 while I am the director, I am honest about the fact that I do not want to pass them on to my children in the future.”

Jeong In-ji muttered to herself as Wan continued.

‘As expected, that blood isn’t going anywhere.’

As time passed in such a warm atmosphere, Wan stood up.

“Then I guess I’ll have to go take care of the last business of the day.”

“If it’s the last thing you do...”

Jeong In-ji, who was trailing off for a moment to remember, looked at Wan in astonishment.

“majesty! no way!”

“I’m sure it will be right.”

“I will never be reborn!”

“Get out, you bastard!”

Hyang, who kicked Wan out, grumbled without realizing it.

“Who the hell does that kid look like...”

At that moment, the sound of the typewriter that was loudly ringing in Gangnyeongjeon stopped. Hyang stopped recording and asked as he looked at the officers and masters who were looking at him.

“huh? “Why but?”

“Oh, it’s nothing!”

The officers pounded their typewriters furiously.

-... So the emperor pointed out the problems with the plan one by one and ordered a reexamination.

The officer says:

Bujeonjeon.

After chasing Wan out, Hyang looked at the calendar for a moment and asked Sang-seon.

“The regular flight to Shinji hasn’t left yet, right?”

“yes. “We will set sail in two days.”

“Okay.”

After hearing the merchant’s answer, Hyang took out a blank piece of paper and started writing a letter to King Sejong.

Although it was elaborate with all kinds of sentences to follow etiquette, the content was simple.

-Please lend me Jang Yeong-sil.

After finishing writing the letter, Hyang put it in an envelope, sealed it tightly, and handed it to the merchant.

“Put it on a regular flight and send it to Shinji. “I also added that it should be conveyed to the situation as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

* * *

That night, Hyang sat alone in Gangnyeongjeon and grinned and muttered.

“When you’re lost without an answer, it’s best to add some seasoning. “It’s also a treat to look at the continuous millstone plates.”

Hyang muttered something meaningful and placed a blank piece of paper on the drawing board placed on one side of Gangnyeongjeon.

“Shall we do a light warm-up before Jang Yeong-sil comes?”

Hyang, holding the stylus in his hand, paused for a moment.

“Wait...do you have time to warm up?”

Hyang thought for a moment and came to a cool conclusion.

“What is the reason for leaving Admiral Hwang Hee and the ministers alone? In times like this, you should use it well.”

That night, all major and minor ministers, including Hwang Hee, were put to the scissors.

And for the first time in a long time, all herbal medicine stores in Seoul ran out of herbal medicine ingredients.

* * *

Fifteen days later, Han Su-byeon.

On the sandy beach with the water of the Hansu River lapping, researchers from Hyang, Wan, and major and minor gods, as well as artisans from Area 51, all gathered. And behind them, Seoul residents gathered to see a new sight.

“What I wish to show you is that the steam engine is not the only means of self-motivation.”

“yes.”

When Wan bowed his head at Hyang’s words, Hyang gave an order.

“Let the bhikkhu float.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

At the command of the incense, the monk rose into the sky. The residents of Seoul who were watching this all tilted their heads.

“Why is there a ferry boat?”

Below the air sac, instead of the usual square basket, there was something elongated that looked like a ferry boat.

“Send a signal.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

At the command of the village, the flag bearer waved the signal. The soldier who saw the signal from the ferry boat hanging on the bhikkhu shouted to his comrades behind him.

“It’s a signal! Step on it!”

“Hey!”

With a brief cheer, the soldiers began pedaling. And as the gears and chains connected to the pedals turned, the pinwheels on the left and right sides of the ferry began to turn.

As the pinwheel spun faster and faster, the bhikkhu in the sky began to slowly move forward. As the soldier at the back moved a rudder with a wide wooden board, the bhikkhu slowly moved in a circle.

After seeing that, Hyang looked back at Wan.

“Did you see it?”

“I saw it.”

“Then what to do?”

“I will do my best to search through the challenge records.”