Li Si walked up in a daze, picked up a notebook and took a pen.
The way he holds the pen is exactly the same as the way he holds the carving knife, which looks a bit awkward.
Li Si took a pen and opened the notebook, scribbling a few strokes on it casually.
In an instant, black notes appeared on the paper.
Li Si trembled, looking stupidly at the ballpoint pen and notebook in his hands.
I have no idea what to say.
Meng Yi and others nearby also saw it and they were also breathing rapidly.
There was even a gleam in Fusu's eyes.
Oh my God, with these paper and pens, won’t the official documents and books in the future be very difficult to write?
Fusu wanted to cry, and tears were about to flow out of his eyes.
Ying Zheng looked at Fusu with disdain, thinking he was so unstable.
Look, he didn't feel like crying when he first saw so many amazing things.
No, it seems that Fusu still cannot follow Chunyu Yue. What is going on in his mind?
It's just terrible.
At this moment, the four of them were focused on the paper and pen, completely ignoring the other bags next to them.
Wang Ben was very excited.
Wouldn't it be much more convenient to write official documents in the future? Wouldn't he have to stay up all night carving characters?
Can I get more sleep?
It must be said that Meng Yi's thoughts once again coincided with Wang Ben's at this moment.
All they wanted was to get more sleep.
Only Fusu and Li Si thought of the sensation that the promotion of paper and pen would bring to the Qin Dynasty.
Seeing that the four were still immersed in paper and pen, Ying Zheng couldn't help but clear his throat.
"Okay, let Fusu distribute the paper and pens. Of course, I'll do some research if I can."
Although he felt that Fusu might not be able to figure it out with his brain.
But I still need to find something for my son to do.
The fact that paper and pen were actually promoted can be considered one of Fusu's achievements.
The four of them reluctantly withdrew their gaze from the paper and pen and looked at the next sack.
Looking at Qin Shi Huang eagerly, waiting for his explanation.
Ying Zheng briefly explained how to use the soap.
As for soap, the four people's attitude was much more normal.
Even though I was equally shocked and excited, I could still accept it.
Their thinking is the same as Qin Shihuang's: a grown man, why would he need fragrance?
However, Qin Shi Huang had his own plans for soap.
He pointed at the soap and ordered Fusu: "Fusu, you..."
As soon as he called Fusu's name, Qin Shihuang sighed heavily and a look of disgust flashed across his eyes.
Fusu: ????
Is he seeing things?
Was the adult disliking him just now?
Why?
A little aggrieved.
Fusu lowered his eyes and stopped talking.
Ying Zheng: ....
Haha, this kid has quite a temper.
Did he despise him? He just saw through the essence of the matter.
Fusu doesn't have the business sense.
At this time, Qin Shihuang missed Zhao Gao very much.
Then thinking about what Zhao Gao did after his death, Ying Zheng suppressed his thoughts.
He felt a little regretful in his heart.
Daqin, there are still too few useful people!
I don’t know if Xiao Zhang has any way to help him solve this problem.
It seems I have to ask Xiao Zhang tonight.
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng suppressed the thoughts in his heart. He decided to wait until he found a suitable candidate before dealing with the soap matter.
He was about to hold the soap in his hand, but as for how to get it into the market, a gleam of light flashed in the Emperor's eyes.
I have a plan in mind.
Ignoring the soap, Ying Zheng pointed to the last bag of items and spoke lightly.
"This last bag is called sweet potato, and it is said that it can also yield 1,000 kilograms per mu."
Qin Shi Huang's voice was calm, but it made the four people below unable to remain calm.
"What? Another crop that produces 1,000 kilograms per mu?" Li Si's voice was choked.
How come there are suddenly so many crops that yield 1,000 kilograms per mu?
Is food nowadays so outrageous?
Why had he never heard of it?
Fusu, Meng Yi and Wang Ben were also dumbfounded.
A yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu is so worthless! ?
My Lord, Your Majesty, is it just a casual move?
Qin Shihuang looked at the expressions of several people with satisfaction, and he distributed the sweet potatoes to Wang Ben.
"Wang Ben, I gave the potatoes to Meng Yi. Now you'll be in charge of the sweet potatoes. Let's see who can plant them first. The first one to succeed will receive a huge reward!"
Wang Ben and Meng Yi looked at each other, with swords flashing in their eyes, and neither of them would admit defeat.
The two men stepped forward and bowed, "Yes! I will live up to your Majesty's expectations!"
After arranging everything for today, Ying Zheng waved his hand and asked everyone to leave first.
Fusu wanted to stay again.
He didn't understand why the adults wanted to take his eighteenth brother's life.
He felt that adults were becoming more and more tyrannical.
pity.
Qin Shi Huang would never give him this opportunity.
To be precise, the current Qin Shi Huang would feel a headache when he saw Fusu.
How can there be such a stupid son?
He really wondered who Fusu inherited his intelligence from.
Fusu returned empty-handed....
.......
modern.
Zhang Yuan once again slept until he woke up naturally.
All the goods today were delivered to the door, so he got up on time for the delivery and moved all the goods.
Zhang Yuan was sitting at the checkout counter of the supermarket, holding the gold in his hand, smiling so hard that his teeth were showing.
Gold, you will become rich if you sell it.
Thinking of his empty wallet, Zhang Yuan decided to go out and find a gold shop to sell a piece of gold.
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