During the first month of the year, the sales of snow paper in bookstores are getting hotter and hotter.

In the city of Xianyang, whether they were nobles, wealthy merchants, or peddlers, they all knew that there was a kind of snow paper that was easier to write on than bamboo slips.

Officials and nobles were proud to use snow paper and gradually abandoned the heavy and stagnant bamboo slips.

Among them, some merchants who smelled business opportunities stockpiled large quantities of goods, intending to sell them to other counties and make a fortune.

But this has nothing to do with the people who are still struggling to make ends meet.

They were more focused on something else.

A stone pillar called a millstone was distributed in each area of ​​the city.

I heard from officials that rough wheat can be ground into fine flour, which can then be made into various delicious pasta.

A piece of snowflake paper was also posted at the notice board, with various production methods clearly written on it.

So many people rushed home to get wheat to try it.

Anyway, wheat rice tastes so bad, how much worse can it taste?

"Big Ear, why are you still eating wheat rice here?"

"Just now, the officials moved a stone pillar into the village. It's called a stone mill."

"I heard it can make wheat taste better."

A woman wearing linen straw sandals and with a sallow complexion was walking towards the village entrance. When she passed by Chen Nong's house, she couldn't help but remind him.

The farmer with a pair of protruding ears and dark skin was stunned when he heard this.

He followed the woman in a daze.

I only came to my senses when I saw the round stone plate grinding the wheat into fine powder.

The village chief was holding a piece of snow-white silk in his hand, reciting various ways to eat wheat flour.

At this moment, Chen Nong was like a traveler who had been walking in the darkness and finally saw a ray of light.

He couldn't help but kneel down and cry loudly, ignoring the strange looks from others.

Chen Nong knew that the person who made this stone mill must be someone who shared the same ideals as him.

He has been numb for too long...

I have forgotten the legacy of my ancestors and that I am still a descendant of a farming family.

Their ancestors were Chen Xiang and Chen Xin, who gave up Confucianism to become farmers during the Warring States Period. They had once been prosperous and treated with courtesy by the monarch.

However, after the Qin Dynasty unified China and gave priority to the Legalists, the Nong family fell into decline, and by the generation of Chen Nong, they had almost become ordinary people.

In order to continue the study of agriculture, his grandfather named him Nong.

I just hope that he can continue to preserve this school as a descendant of the farming family.

Chen Nong thought to himself, I must go and meet this person!

Even if it's just for a little light, a little faith.

On the first day of autumn, people in every household ate a bowl of hot and delicious noodles.

The long-lost sounds of laughter and conversation finally came from the numb and sad home.

In the Chu family courtyard, under a big tree covered with yellow leaves.

"Congratulations to the host for promoting the stone mill and improving the quality of life of the people. You have earned 200 points of merit."

"I'll scratch you to death!"

"We've significantly improved the quality of people's food, and this is all you're going to give us?"

Chu Yuening resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

The children are still here, we can't lead them astray.

"Host, this is a rule set by my headquarters. I can't do anything about it~"

The system explained aggrievedly, trying to get away with it.

"Forget it, Xiao Tongzi, just leave."

Chu Yuening was too lazy to argue with it, so she just waited for the sweet potato reward.

If sweet potatoes can give such a little merit at that time, she will definitely complain.

After calming down, Chu Yuening asked Ah Hua to bring the prepared dough and fillings to the table outside.

Yes, these days she had some tables, stools and bathtubs custom-made, which greatly improved her quality of life. She no longer has to kneel down every day to suffer from kneeling pain.

You can also take a nice hot bath in the evening.

She also sent a set of table and chair drawings to the palace, and specially designed a majestic and domineering dragon throne.

I just don't know whether Emperor Qin Shi Huang asked craftsmen to make it.

Stopping her wandering thoughts, Chu Yuening called the brother and sister to make dumplings together.

The dumpling filling she made was leeks and eggs. She rolled out the dough while the other three wrapped it.

Soon, the dumplings were wrapped and put into the pot to cook.

The four of them sat at the wooden table, each holding a large bowl and wolfing down the food.

The skin is soft yet slightly tough, and the delicious juice splashes into your mouth when you bite it. When you chew it carefully, you can perfectly blend the unique aroma of leeks and the smoothness of eggs.

Even though it was still a little hot, everyone couldn't stop eating it.

"Sister, these dumplings are so delicious! Can we eat them every day?"

Aye leaned back in the chair comfortably, touching her round belly and savoring the taste.

Ah Hua and Li beside them nodded frantically in agreement, and three pairs of eyes looked at Chu Yuening with sparkling eyes.

"Of course, as long as you don't get tired of it."

Chu Yuening spoke as she comfortably admired the gorgeous sunset in the sky.

The last time I ate dumplings with grandpa, the sunset was so beautiful!

It’s a pity that the person’s face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

On the second day, Chu Yuening attended the court meeting for the first time.

The palace was still bustling, but the ministers were no longer sitting on their knees, but on small benches.

Chu Yuening quietly cast her gaze upwards and discovered that Ying Zheng was sitting on the dragon throne she had designed.

The dark gold seat has two majestic dragons carved on the armrests, and other parts are inlaid with many precious gems and gold ornaments, making it look gorgeous and majestic.

The Emperor Qin Shi Huang, wearing a black dragon robe and a crown on his head, sitting on it really complements the other.

The emperor's majestic aura of supremacy is overwhelming.

The ministers below all showed awe and submission on their faces.

After the court session, Chunyu Yue stood up to report.

"Your Majesty, the official report has been distributed to all counties and prefectures. The effect is very good and the people's hearts are won over."

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