[Change the curved plow into a straight plow.]

Three months later.

Ying Zheng stood outside the farmland, looking at the Qin man in the field holding the plow behind him and pulling him in front for two years, looking satisfied.

This is an opposing plow, which can also be called a long straight plow.

"Young Master, I didn't expect that this plow indeed saved a lot of time and manpower, and it was easier to operate, making the people cultivate land faster and more labor-saving, and they could have more time to open up land. They still invested in other aspects, which is a country's important tool."

A farmer looked at the eight or nine-year-old boy in front of him with a look of surprise.

No matter what, I never thought that such a country's important weapon came from the hands of the boy in front of me.

Next to the farmer's side, there were two children about the same age as Ying Zheng.

"Young Master Zheng is so awesome!"

Meng Yi, who was two or three years younger than Ying Zheng, had wide eyes and admiration, and even Meng Tian beside him was almost the same.

Although the two were born in generals, they also understood what this would bring to Qin.

"It has always been my goal to reduce war and allow the people to have enough food and clothing."

Ying Zheng said softly, thinking of the scenes of the later generations I saw in my dreams, this is nothing.

In fact, there is a curved plow in "The Plum Sutra" that is simpler and more powerful, but it is not suitable for appearing now. It is more suitable for appearing after completing the unification.

Jingyu, who was following behind Ying Zheng, also had a sensation in her eyes, and her mouth opened. Although she didn't say anything, she was obviously in a complicated mood.

Although she was just an assassin and bodyguard, she didn't know nothing. She knew very well what this seemingly ordinary farm plow would bring.

"Young Master, the king tells you to enter the palace!"

At this time, a tall figure turned over from the horse's back and bowed and said.

"I'll go now."

Ying Zheng nodded and walked out of the farmland and got on the carriage.

During these three months, he would enter the palace every few days.

Now, after many tests and improvements, from the beginning of three people and two cattle, to the present one person and two cattle, and all have been verified, it is not surprising that it has been passed in the court.

...

Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zhu sat on the throne in white plain clothes, with a smile on his face.

"My dear friends, the effect of the straight-shaft plow designed by Zheng'er has been verified. With this thing, our Qin people will save more time, and many unreclaimed land can be reclaimed!"

Ying Zhu is in a happy mood. Although he has been very weak recently, he is in a good mood when he encounters happy events.

Since the first entry into Xianyang, and now, Ying Zheng has brought him too many surprises in just a few months.

He also knew that Ying Zheng was smart and could learn knowledge and never forget it after learning it.

How can such a genius not make people happy?

"The king is wise and the young master is smart!"

All the officials also congratulated each other, saying that this was not welcome, but a fact.

Ying Zheng has proved himself through his own abilities.

Although they are young, their talents and knowledge are beyond the reach of many people.

Especially the designed and improved straight-shaft plow is an epoch-making product in this era, which has improved the efficiency of arable land by at least several times. The most important thing is to save time and effort, and save time and effort to reclaim more land.

During the Warring States Period, there was too much uncultivated land.

The emergence of straight-shaft plows has its own benefits for a country like Qin that either farms or fights.

At this moment, Your Highness Ying Zichu also raised her head with a proud look on her face.

Because Ying Zheng is his son.

The more outstanding his son is, he will undoubtedly be able to support him as his father.

As for the threat?

Stop making trouble.

Ying Zheng is only nine years old.

"Young Master Zheng is here."

Accompanied by a sharp sound, Ying Zheng strode into Xianyang Palace.

"Ying Zheng pays homage to the king!"

After Ying Zheng gave his manners, he stood up straight.

"Zheng'er, the effect of the straight plow has been verified. If you have made great achievements, what reward do you want?"

Ying Zhu smiled and said loudly.

Facing the question, Ying Zheng turned a tender face and said loudly: "Although Shennong's religion has a stone city, a stone pond, and a million armors but no grains, it cannot be kept. Grain and silk are the destiny of the world."

"Food is the most important thing for the people. Only by saving enough food can we make our people in the Qin Dynasty brave and prosperous and healthy!"

"Zheng'er is a descendant of the Ying family. This is my Great Qin Yongchang, so I have nothing to ask for!"

Ying Zheng replied with a solemn look on his face.

"Hahaha!"

After hearing this, Ying Zhu laughed loudly, "Okay, my grandson is indeed ambitious. Although Zheng'er, you are modest, I cannot be stingy. If you don't reward such a merit, everyone would think that the king of I will not be rewarded evenly."

"A man from here gave Ying Zheng ten thousand golds, ten pairs of jade bi, a box of pearls, a thousand feet of cloth, and a thousand guards..."

With the rewards one by one, even all officials were moved by it.

"The honor and favor of Prince Zheng is really unparalleled. This is a treatment that even the princes of the king do not have."

Someone thought to himself.

Ying Zhu has more than 20 descendants, but few of them can be listed in the court now.

And there are even fewer people who get such a reward at one time.

The only thing that can be richer than this is Fengjun.

In fact, according to Ying Zheng’s current contribution, he also has a chance to enthrone the king.

But Ying Zheng was too young after all, and the two were separated by a generation. If he was granted, it would be difficult for Ying Zichu to succeed to the throne in the future. Obviously, Ying Zhu left room for reward for Ying Zichu's sake.

...

When Ying Zheng returned to the prince's mansion.

Zhao Ji had been waiting outside the door, and obviously had received the news.

"Zheng'er, you've been in a big light again this time!"

Seeing that his beloved son got off the carriage, Zhao Ji's eyes lit up, and he walked a few steps quickly, hugging Ying Zheng in his arms, and was both happy and sad, "In this case, the six kingdoms and the people in the secret probably want to get rid of you even more."

"Don't worry, with Jingyu here, no one can hurt me."

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, rubbed it a few times, and finally raised his head from the softness.

"Before Jingyu died, no one could hurt the young master."

Jingyu behind him also calmly replied.

Zhao Ji ignored Jingyu and just looked at her beloved son in her arms with a angrily voice, "You have only been in Xianyang for more than three months and you have been to Xianyang for so many things. The future is amazing. I am really worried, and my mother is so worried."

"Zheng'er hopes that my mother can always be so worried!"

Ying Zheng held Zhao Ji's hand, and the mother and son went to the mansion, not to leave and not to talk.

"Go and wash, I've been in the field for a day today, and I smelled of sweat all over my body, and it smelled so bad."

Zhao Ji pinched Qiong's nose and suffocated her as if she was displeased.

"Then you were so excited that you hugged me just now."

Ying Zheng was speechless and couldn't help but refute.

Zhao Ji's face froze, then pressed Ying Zheng's head in his arms again and rubbed it hard, "Okay, Zheng, have you learned to fight against my mother so soon?"

The mother and son were fighting and having fun all the way, and the atmosphere was harmonious and joyful.

Jingyu, who was following behind, unknowingly revealed a hint of envy and desire.

Unfortunately, this kind of warmth is too far from her and she will never get it.

Because she has no parents, she doesn't know who her parents are.

She would never feel such family affection.

unless--

Jingyu shook his head and threw out the strange thoughts that suddenly appeared in his mind.

"I'm a sword, I shouldn't have feelings!"

"When the sword has feelings, it will become dull!"

Jingyu secretly warned herself in her heart that she could not tolerate her sword becoming dull because it was the foundation for her to settle down.

"If I become weaker and cannot protect him, I must have no value and no right to stay by his side, so I must become stronger!"

"Only by becoming stronger can I still be by his side."

Firmness appeared in Jingyu's eyes.

I don't know when, from becoming stronger just to survive, to becoming stronger to stay by his side.

In three months, in fact, they didn’t communicate much.

In the latest update, she was just a spectator and an audience member, watching him do things and listening to him speak.
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