In early September, Ying Zheng, who was far away in Xianyang, received fourteen letters.

These fourteen letters were sent from different places.

The fourteen letters represent the fourteen farmers' associations that encountered unsolvable difficulties in the system.

Ying Zheng had read these messy letters that were written in a mess and had little meaning to express clearly. He happily put the letters down and then attracted Zhao Gao.

Zhao Gao has been in the copper and iron furnace for a long time. Although he does not fully understand Ju Zizhou's methods and order of doing things, he can still do it according to his interpretation.

Therefore, although there are inevitable mistakes in all the things, the copper and iron furnaces have developed well.

That is...the workers only work for three and a half hours a day. To be honest, the production capacity is not enough.

Moreover, the amount of iron ore required by the copper and iron furnaces every day is too large, and the nearby river water is insufficient.

All kinds of problems will happen if Ju Zizhou is present or not.

The only difference is that Ju Zizhou can easily solve these problems, while Zhao Gao needs to work hard.

Today, he was called by Ying Zheng, and Zhao Gao originally thought that Ying Zheng planned to transfer himself back.

Compared to living in a copper and iron furnace, Zhao Gao prefers to do some experiments that he is interested in.

But after Ying Zheng spoke, Zhao Gao found that he was thinking too much.

"How many skilled workers are now in the copper and iron furnace?"

"Six hundred and sixty-four." Zhao Gao replied immediately.

"Six hundred and sixty-four..." "If you remove half of these six hundred and sixty-four people, can you ensure that the copper and iron furnace is operating normally?"

"Half?!" Zhao Gao was both surprised and scared: "If only a hundred or dozens of people were removed, the slaves could still ensure their normal operation and make the workers work overtime, so that they would not delay their production."

"But these skilled workers who have become families are the most down-to-earth in their work. If half of them are removed... I am afraid that people in the factory will be in a panic and some things cannot be found, which will greatly affect their production."

Ying Zheng frowned and unconsciously tapped his fingers on the table.

“This is a problem.”

"So what about the unmarried skilled workers?" Ying Zheng asked again: "How many people are there?"

"There are two thousand seven hundred and three more people."

"So much?" Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows.

"This is divided by Mr. Ju, who has more than three years of working experience, can be called a skilled worker."

"Then these people are not so down-to-earth in their work, right?"

Zhao Gao shrank his neck: "Your Majesty, this is even Mr. Ju..."

"Okay!" Ying Zheng raised his hand: "This way, take these letters to him and let him come up with an idea."

He, Zhao Gao, naturally, knew who he was referring to.

"Which." Zhao Gao was convinced.

After retreating from the palace, Zhao Gao slowly walked through the palace with a stack of bamboo slips in his arms.

Qin Xi and Qin Le were riding a fat tiger like a pig and hitting it.

The tiger knocked Zhao Gao to the ground.

"Sorry!" Qin Le turned over and strangled the fat tiger's neck.

The tiger took the opportunity to pause, lay on the ground, stick out his tongue, and gasped.

Qin Xi helped Zhao Gao clean up the bamboo slips and stared at Zhao Gao with wide eyes.

"You're back!"

Zhao Gao looked at Qin Xi and smiled bitterly: "Don't mess with me, I have something to do!"

"That won't happen!" Qin Xiqi rode on Zhao Gao and said, "Brother Zhengliu no longer plays with us. My father said that if we want us to do more things, we can clearly guarantee that we will blow up wheat flour every time, but my father is still not satisfied..."

"Can you guarantee that it will explode every time?" Zhao Gao heard it and felt enlightened: "How far can it be exploded now?"

"I just killed a fat pig yesterday." Qin Xi said happily.

"Tsk." Zhao Gao exclaimed: "Young Master is indeed talented!"

"Speaking of it, Ah Gao." Qin Xi asked happily: "Do you know other things like wheat flour can be fried?"

"I don't know about this minister." Zhao Gao shook his head: "But judging from my previous experiments, the main reason why the wheat flour can explode is not that it explodes on its own."

"The wheat flour itself seems to be just burning quickly."

"Yes." Qin Xi scratched his head: "I know too, but I have tried many things, and it seems that only it can explode!"

"But the most important thing about fried wheat flour is not the wheat flour itself, but creating a suitable environment..." Zhao Gao shook his head: "This kind of thing cannot be used as a weapon according to His Majesty's request."

"There's nothing I can do. I've tried adding some sulfur, lead powder, charcoal powder and other things, but it doesn't seem to be of much help." Qin Xi lamented like an adult: "The father doesn't seem to be interested in this thing anymore."

"I failed so many times and spent so much money, but I got something that was unusable. It is natural for Your Majesty to be disappointed?" Zhao Gao smiled.

"What are you going to do with so many things?" Qin Xi picked up a roll of bamboo slips from Zhao Gao's hand.

"What is this? Is it a new experimental record?"

"That's not." Zhao Gao laughed.

Qin Xi opened the bamboo slips and looked through them.

But I can't understand it.

"What's this..." Qin Xi scratched his head.

"This thing is to be shown to Mr. Ju." Zhao Gao replied: "I don't know what it is."

"It's my uncle!" Qin Xi clapped his hands: "We haven't seen my uncle for a long time. Do you know where he is?"

"I know, but I know..." Zhao Gao hesitated: "But Mr. Ju is resting now. You are young master. It seems that it is not very convenient for you to go there."

"Eh?" Qin Xi was stunned for a moment, then his dark pupils dripped in circles: "Then we won't go, please help me ask my uncle."

"Okay." Zhao Gao was so happy to see Qin Xi so easy to talk today. He wiped his sweat, got up from the ground, held the bamboo slips, and trotted away.

After a long time, he turned several turns and was sure that Qin Xi did not follow him. Then he felt relieved and walked towards Ju Zizhou's current residence.

"Get up!" After confirming that Zhao Gao had gone away, Qin Xi kicked the fat tiger who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead: "Get up, take me to find Zhao Gao!"

The fat tiger made some noise in his throat. He got up reluctantly, shook the fat on his body, and lay on the ground where Zhao Gao was knocked down and smelled it. Then he shook his steps and took Qin Xi and Qin Le forward.

"Brother, it's not good for us to do this, right?" Qin Le felt guilty: "He said everything, uncle is resting..."

"What does it matter!" Qin Xi didn't care: "We only go during the day and don't disturb my uncle's rest?"

"Then... well, but if the father asks..."

"My father asked, I'll hold on!" Qin Xi patted his little breast.

"Okay!" Qin Le slapped the tiger on the ass and said with a smile: "Run quickly, I'll give you some extra meals tonight!"

How could a tiger stand this? Suddenly, it started trotting.
Chapter completed!