Li Rongrong was right. Prince Fusu sent people to do it as soon as he received the drawings.

Historically, the plow cart appeared during the Han Dynasty, so it was not difficult for the Qin Dynasty to make it.

Although the curved plow appeared late, it was easy to make with the drawings given by the immortals.

Gongshu Zi and the Mohist father and son worked overtime and managed to make the curved plow and the harrow cart in just two days.

The most important thing is that they didn’t just produce one, but continued to mass-produce it!

Continuously produced and supplied to the Qin army for farming!

The news surprised everyone.

When Prince Fusu heard the news, he forgot to close the book in his hand.

He walked out of the door quickly. Meng Tian and Zhang Han were already gathered outside, discussing something.

When they saw Prince Fusu coming, they quickly stood up and saluted.

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"Is this the curved plow and harrow cart that the immortals talked about?" Prince Fusu asked curiously.

Meng Tian replied: "Yes, it has been made. We will know the specific results after testing it in the field."

There was a hint of excitement in his tone, and he was obviously looking forward to the performance of these new tools.

"Then let's go test it out in the field."

As they were talking, a few people came to the fields with the finished curved plows and harrow carts.

In the fields, experienced old farmers had already been waiting here, and many people who heard the news came to watch from afar.

Prince Fusu, Meng Tian, ​​many generals and the chief of Qian were watching the old farmer's operation.

The old farmer wiped the sweat from his forehead, calmed down, harnessed the ox to the curved plow, and then pushed the plow into the field.

As the ox slowly moved forward, the sharp plowshare easily broke through the hard soil, and the originally hardened soil instantly became soft.

The people watching couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Did you see that? This curved plow only needs one ox to plow the land so easily. It's much faster than our hard work with a hoe!" said a young man excitedly.

"Yes! I have never seen such farm tools. The farm tools given by the immortals are really magical." Another old farmer said with emotion.

His weathered eyes were full of smiles.

While people were discussing this, a sharp-eyed farmer suddenly pointed to the distance and shouted, "Look, he has almost finished plowing an acre of land!"

Everyone looked in the direction where he pointed and saw that the land had already been plowed for the first time. After a few more plowings, it would be ready for direct sowing.

Is it that fast?

You have to know that before they relied on manpower to dig the fields one hoe at a time!

After consulting Prince Fusu, the old farmer tried to use a plow cart to sow seeds evenly in the field.

The whole process was smooth and fast, which surprised everyone present.

Zhang Han said excitedly: "Great! This will greatly improve the efficiency of our agricultural production and increase grain output."

Meng Tian nodded in agreement: "Yes, this is all the gift from the immortals. With these advanced agricultural tools, we can produce more food."

Prince Fusu looked at the white sachet taken out from his sleeve, gently stroked the pattern on it with his fingertips, and smiled knowingly.

"Sir, the general has finished the test." The old farmer wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and bowed.

The old farmer had worked all his life, and he was also shocked by how light and labor-saving the curved plow and harrow were.

"Well, go and have a rest."

Hearing this, the old farmer bowed and left, but he could not hide the joy on his face.

After testing the curved plow and the harrow cart, Prince Fusu sent people to distribute these farm tools.

Early the next morning, the people and soldiers were eagerly waiting for the distribution of supplies.

Who would have thought that half a month ago, they were still living a life where they could only eat a meal of rice porridge every two days.

Now they not only have snow-white rice, but also various fairy foods sent by fairies.

They don't have to die on the battlefield because of lack of strength.

There is no need to be tortured to death by the "Seven Day Wind".

Moreover, they had powerful weapons and pushed the Huns back five hundred miles!

Now they are about to be distributed with good seeds and farm tools. As long as they work diligently, they will never lack food in the future!

They had never imagined such a day!

In the past, countries were constantly at war, year after year.

They hope that after unification the war will end, they can return home and be reunited.

The Qin Dynasty finally unified the country, but the Huns and Yuezhi were still eyeing it covetously.

There was also labor to build the Afang Palace...

Their lives are becoming more and more hopeless.

Who knows when he will die in this era of strife, either by being killed, dying of starvation, or dying of disease...

However, just when they were in despair, the immortal appeared.

The immortal brought life and hope to all of them!

The immortal they were grateful to was chatting with Prince Fusu by passing notes.

This time it was not Fusu who asked the immortal, but she brought it up on her own initiative.

The immortal said that human feces can be used to make the simplest natural farm fertilizer.

And wrote down the corresponding steps on paper for him.

Prince Fusu looked at this plan which seemed to have some interest, and for a moment he didn't know how to implement it.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Zhang Han, send someone to collect some feces..."

"Yes, I will send someone to collect manure right away..." Zhang Han subconsciously followed Fusu's arrangements. He realized something was wrong before he finished speaking.

"stool?"

Did he hear it right?

The person in front of me in the clear and bright moonlight is Prince Fusu, right?

Why did Prince Fusu ask him to collect feces?

Seeing Zhang Han's puzzled expression, Prince Fusu's mouth twitched, but he couldn't help but explain a few words.

Only then did Zhang Han realize that it was the plan for making farmyard manure given by the immortal.

"But...but will this work? After all..." Zhang Han did not express his concerns aloud.

No one wants to associate such filthy things with food.

Compared to Zhang Han's hesitation, Prince Fusu made the decision without hesitation, "The immortal has never made a mistake in what he said, so go and get ready."

Seeing this, Zhang Han said nothing more. He received the order and took his men to collect it.

"Sir, the young master asked us to collect these filthy things...what are they for?" Several soldiers assigned to the task asked cautiously.

"These things are secret books passed down by immortals and can become fertilizers after being brewed." Zhang Han did not hide the fact that it would be made public sooner or later.

"Since the immortal and the young master have said so, it must be useful!" Now, the soldier had no doubts at all, and simply plugged his nose with cloth and prepared to work.

Zhang Han looked at the soldiers around him who had no complaints and nodded slightly.

It seems that the embryonic form of Prince Fusu's reputation has almost been formed.

That night.

Zhang Han wrote down everything that had happened in those days on a piece of paper and then stuffed it into a bamboo tube.

Then, the white dove flapped its wings, flew out from the eaves, and flew all the way to the Xianyang Palace.