"Does your knee still hurt?" Xiong Yu asked with pain.

"Thank you for saving me later, it doesn't hurt anymore." After leaving Xuan Palace, Fusu's face disappeared with a pitiful look.

"You!" The queen knew Fusu was like this in the morning.

But she was helpless.

It’s not that I have never tried the idea of ​​letting this child suffer some hardship and tempering his mind.

But as soon as she saw the child's swollen knees and palms after being punished by Ying Zheng, she could no longer have that thought.

So the so-called hardship is just left alone.

"You, can't you make your father angry?" The mother pointed at Fusu's forehead with slender jade, but Fusu's mind was completely attracted by the father who could rarely be seen.

"My mother, you said, when will I stay in front of my father and help him do things like brother Zhengliu?" Fusu raised his head and caused a little insignificant damage, satisfying his desire to see his father. At this time, he was a little satisfied, but he began to long for a closer position to his father.

"This..." Xiong Yu hesitated: "Let's wait for you to grow up a little longer. The queen mother invited sixteen knowledgeable doctoral students to teach you the classics of each school. If you learn well, maybe you can be like your brother fighting for the liu..."

Xiong Yu was still uneasy.

There should be something special about the competition.

Many of the important officials in the court are unable to touch the things Zhengliu is doing now.

Xiong Yu was not sure what that child meant to Ying Zheng.

But she heard that those jobs, usually, were done before the prince ascended the throne.

Although Xiong Yu felt that Qin Wangzheng was still young and was only twenty years old this year, he was always worried.

With such a naughty way, can you really be appointed as the crown prince by King Zheng of Qin in the future?

The mother began to worry about her son's future.

The silly son was still smiling and contented: "Xiong Qing, tell me, what did we do today?"

"No." The attendant laughed with herding horses with her husband and her husband today in the fields of the peasant doctors in the city. There was no harm or bad order."

"My mother, am I awesome? You can see your father without hurting others or breaking the law!" Fusu was proud, looking forward to his mother's praise.

After hearing this, Xiong Yu didn't think this matter was too big.

Just a few acres of land, it should be fine. I will apologize tomorrow and pay some money.

Things in the fields are worthless!

"Oh, this year it's impossible." The eyes of Xu Ye, a farmer's doctor, were flowing crystal clear.

The wheat in Wei State was generally higher per mu than the wheat in Qin State. Under Ju Zizhou's suggestion, these people thought to introduce more high-yield wheat.

But the wheat is brought in and cannot be planted directly.

They had to observe whether the land and climate demand of this kind of wheat with higher yields was consistent with the climate and soil quality of the Qin State.

This year is the second year to start this observation.

In the first year, such relatively high-yield wheat was not able to achieve satisfactory yields under normal fertilization, normal watering and good soil conditions.

Compared with the originally found wheat in Qin, this kind of wheat from Wei land has shorter straw and longer wheat ears after it grows.

A wheat seed is divided into four rows, each row is fourteen, and a grain of wheat is at most fifty-six.

But that's the most.

This is an extreme example they found in the twenty acres of experimental fields.

Most of the wheat grains have less than fifty-six grains.

Under Ju Zizhou's suggestion, they cultivated all the 56 wheat grains in this extreme case in the second year and formed a control with ordinary wheat grains.

This is their main job for the second year and the direction of their future work.

If it goes well, they can seek the highest yield in the highest yield as Ju Zizhou predicted, and eventually cultivate some wheat seeds with much higher yields than ordinary wheat grains.

Although the people in the farmer are very skeptical about Ju Zizhou's moral qualities as a "person", they do not doubt the guy's ability at all.

And because of what Ju Zizhou said, they are willing to spend time and energy on it.

But this attempt failed.

It's not that they are incompetent or that they are natural disasters.

It's a man-made disaster.

Prince Fusu made a little damage to attract the attention of King Zheng of Qin.

This is the little willfulness of the entitlement person.

Everyone in the farmhouse laughed, and even such distress and sadness must be achieved after happily sending Young Master Fusu away.

Everyone was disheartened when they looked at the wheat field that had been harmed.

The disciples squatted in the field, looking at the remaining wheat seedlings that had not yet died completely, and were deeply sad.

Several doctors suffered a lot of blows. They were no longer very sad about this matter, but they were also a little confused.

It’s almost winter. Is it still too late to cultivate wheat seeds again?

If it's too late, what will happen to the next year?

They were a little confused.

From beginning to end, the farmers had no idea of ​​punishing the young master Fusu.

This option is not in their perception at all.

Qin Wangzheng took it for granted that he was just a small punishment for his son Fusu.

There is not even a great commandment.

Even so, the farmers' hearts were already filled with indescribable pleasure.

They couldn't complain about this kind of force majeure, so they were depressed for several days and began to think of ways again.

On the edge of this country, some people recorded their own views, summarized all these things, and then presented them to the Qin King's Government.

This is the way Qin Wangzheng looked at this country.

He takes an hour every day to watch these things that have actually happened.

Look at the influence of all kinds of trivial matters on the common people, officials, merchants, and nobles.

Among these trivial matters, King Zheng of Qin saw something that no one could see.

"So their needs are like this."

"Fight for the flow." Qin Wang Zheng closed the bamboo slips: "Has the light and easy-to-use writing materials your father said before made?" His neck ached slightly.

King Zheng of Qin asked about these little things during his resting time.

Zhengliu raised his head in the document, feeling a little confused: "Ah?"

"Your father said before that you should make some writing materials that are lighter, easier to use, cheaper, and simpler than bamboo slips. Wouldn't I teach you how to follow up?"

"Yes." Zheng Liu nodded and pulled out a roll of bamboo slips from the scroll: "It's here, it was built more than half a month ago... but..."

"It's just something? Is it apart from the wrong thing?" Qin Wangzheng asked yawning.

"It's just that thing we and the craftsmen think that it should be a material that can be used for clothes, not a material for writing." Zhengliu said, handing the bamboo slip to King Zheng of Qin.
Chapter completed!