Chapter 43: Changes Brought by Spiritual Power
Garlic honey chicken wings, honey rice cakes, honey twisted dough sticks, honey egg wheat pancakes...
A series of delicious foods made with honey flashed through Wei Shengxue's mind. He swallowed his saliva and built a beehive on the spot.
He then took out the honey brewed with spiritual power from his sleeve and smeared it on the inside of the beehive. A sweet aroma filled the air. The queen bee, who had been living in the hive, flew out crookedly, dragging her big body, circled the hive several times, and then went in.
The drones chasing the queen bee also flew into the beehive, leaving only an empty nest full of honey on the tree branch.
The guard took down the empty honeycomb, and the heavy weight in his hand showed that it was full of honey.
"go back."
Wei Shengxue raised his whip and led his men back to the palace, and took the beehives to occupy the most beautiful flower-blooming spot in the garden.
After placing the beehives, several drones flew out to patrol and determine the direction of food around the new residence. After a while, a group of worker bees flew out of the beehives and landed in groups on the flowers that the palace servants had carefully tended to.
It was already autumn, and there were fewer flowers in the wild. The bee colony that had just moved in was in urgent need of more food. For a while, the flowers were filled with buzzing bees.
The gardener who had originally wanted to introduce the exotic flowers froze in his tracks, "Fairy, these bees..."
Wei Shengxue squatted in front of the beehive, used her spiritual power to separate the bees, and carefully added some more honey to the beehive to prevent them from starving to death due to lack of food.
"If anyone asks, I'll take over your place." He turned to the carpenter who had just arrived and said, "Make me a few more like this."
When she returned to the yard, the snacks she ordered had already been delivered from the kitchen, and the sweet aroma of honey was floating in the air.
"Has it been delivered over there?" Occupy someone's garden and bribe them with some snacks.
Princess Yangzi was already waiting at the table. She looked at the small dessert in front of her expectantly. Upon hearing this, she looked up and replied, "They've been delivered, Immortal. These cakes smell so delicious."
On the table are honey rice cakes and honey twisted dough sticks. They are simple and quick to make, and a little honey is drizzled on the surface, slowly emitting an attractive sweet fragrance.
Weishengxue motioned for her to sit down together, picked up a piece of rice cake and put it in her mouth. In fact, the rice cake was not that delicious. The rice flour that had been ground several times still had a grainy texture, but with the sweetness of honey, it became a unique flavor.
Honey water is added when kneading the dough for the fried dough twist. It is crispy with a hint of sweetness and has the unique fragrance of honey, which made her squint her eyes in enjoyment.
After enjoying the delicious food, Wei Shengxue took out a pen and paper and began to write: "Feasibility Report on Artificial Bee Breeding".
——For the freedom of honey, go for it!
Princess Yangzi: The immortal has a kind heart. He thinks of Daqin even when he eats honey!
When this report was delivered to Ying Zheng, his first reaction was: This format is useful, I’ll copy it!
Then start looking at the content.
Artificial bee breeding?
There's no need for the immortal to send a special message for such a small matter. Just tell your subordinates to do it.
Place near fields in spring and summer to increase crop pollination, reduce empty shells...and increase yields!
Ying Zheng: Now that you say this, I’m not sleepy anymore!
"Dr. Chuan Nongjia."
…
"I see, that's how it is!" Dr. Nongjia glanced through the report, picked it up and put it in his arms.
Of course, he was stopped by the eunuch.
He glared fiercely at the palace servant who snatched the report from his hand, and the look he gave those pieces of paper was more affectionate than the one he gave his lover.
"Your Majesty, could you please recommend such a talented person to me?"
With the intention of watching a good show, Ying Zheng 'kindly' told him the origin of the report, and as he wished, he saw Dr. Nongjia's face drop instantly.
Dr. Farmer: Shouldn't this agricultural talent come from my farming family? It turned out to be an immortal, my great talent!
After admiring his expression for a while, Ying Zheng's face turned serious and he ordered: "Leave this matter to the farmers. I hope you can experiment and find the most suitable breeding method."
Doctor Nongjia folded his sleeves and saluted: "I will obey your Majesty's order."
Then he looked up eagerly and asked, "Could I please copy a copy of that report?"
"Can."
That one word almost made him cry for joy.
It is an honor to take a second look at these words full of gems of wisdom!
After transcribing it, Dr. Nongjia simply pulled off his outer robe, carefully wrapped the document in it, held it in his arms, and said goodbye.
…
In the courtyard where the farmers' disciples gathered.
Someone took a couple of bites of Qiu Guo and glanced towards the door. "I wonder what our Majesty wants to do. He's so anxious to call someone over at this time. It's really puzzling."
The person next to him nudged him, half reminding, half warning: "Dong Feng, watch your tone."
Now is not the time to leave nothing here and leave nothing there.
Dong Feng curled his lips, not taking his words to heart, but didn't say anything else.
"Xia Kui—Xia Kui—!"
A familiar voice came from far away, almost running in at the top of its lungs.
The man sitting at the head of the table stood up and took a few steps outside. "What happened?"
A man who had taken off his outer robe came running in, skipping and holding his outer robe in his arms.
“What are you doing…?”
The man who came in was none other than the agricultural doctor who had been in the hall just now. He didn't bother to say anything after entering the room. He swept the table where the fruits were placed, cleared out a clean area, and then took off the outer robe of the person next to him and spread it on the table before putting the clothes in his hand on it.
The way he treated it with such care calmed the anger of the people who were about to lose their temper after their clothes were inexplicably stolen. They asked curiously, "What is it that warrants such careful consideration?"
"It's a selfless kindness."
As he spoke, he unfolded the layers of cloth, revealing the neatly arranged papers inside.
The others knew it was him at first sight and couldn't help but wonder, "Where did he copy the book from?"
Nowadays, people who lend books to others are kind-hearted people. Now he actually copied a copy for me. This is indeed what is called "selfless kindness".
They praised it a few times, but they didn't expect to get a comment.
"shallow!"
Other people in the farm: ???
The doctor of agronomy carefully smoothed the corners of the paper that were slightly curled due to being wrapped in cloth, and called the hero over to take a look.
The opening paragraph is a concise introduction to the role of honey farming, which scares the hero so much that he keeps asking: "Is this true? Can raising a few wasps increase grain production?" Why does he want to doubt it?
Doctor Nong said, "This was written by an immortal. Your Majesty has ordered Nong to confirm its effectiveness as soon as possible."
Xia Kui: ???
Other people in the farm: ???
No, it’s autumn now. Who would still grow crops in autumn?
At the earliest, we can conduct experiments after the spring of next year.
Having said that, everyone's enthusiasm for reading the "Honey Farming Report" did not diminish at all. They gathered in groups of three or four to read one copy, and after finishing one copy, they would exchange it with someone else. It was not until two hours later that everyone finished reading it and sat down at the table together.
After a long silence, Xia Kui was the first to speak: "Your Majesty actually entrusted this matter to the Nong family, so it is the Nong family's responsibility."
Another person immediately agreed: "Apart from other things, we farmers still have to rely on our family for farming matters. Who else but us can handle this matter?"
The doctor of agronomy followed suit and expressed his attitude: "It was originally for the ancestors to complete the twenty chapters of Shennong."
Others also expressed their support.
Seeing that they all supported it, Dong Feng felt that it would be too out of place for him to oppose it, so he mixed in and cast his vote in support.
The core members of the farmers unanimously passed the resolution, and the order was passed down quickly.
Although the Agricultural School is not as famous as the Legalists and Confucians, it has a slightly larger number of disciples, and when it is fully operational, its action capability is not weak at all.
In just a few days, the necessary beehives were prepared and a lot of bees were caught.
Just waiting for the spring test.
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The autumn hunting was proceeding slowly, and the second batch of workers recruited in Jingyang City also had their wages paid.
"Stand up straight, line up one by one." The manager with a yellow scarf tied on his arm shouted at the top of his voice, barely drowning out the noise below.
"If you keep arguing, I won't give you the sickle!"
This sentence was still very intimidating. In just a few breaths, the buzzing sound of countless whispers disappeared.
The shopkeeper, wearing a yellow cloth, raised a scroll of bamboo slips high above his head and said, "Today, everyone present can receive a sickle!"
"Quiet!" he shouted, stopping the crowd from making noises again because of his words.
"I've registered my name. Go to the side and get a sickle."
Next to it, there was a basket made of dry vines with half a basket of sickles thrown casually in it, which made everyone's eyes drift towards that place.
"Houtou Village, Shida. The first place in the quarry will be rewarded with an extra sickle. Go over there and get two sickles."
The people of Qian had no surname or clan name, and Shi Da's real name was Shi. He was the eldest son in the family, so that's what he was called.
Originally there was only one sickle, but now he was suddenly told that there was an extra one. He was so happy that he couldn't believe it. He didn't dare to take the two sickles stacked together.
The person in charge of distributing the sickle became impatient and shoved the sickle into his arms, pushing him aside. "Get out of the way, you idiot!"
After being scolded, Shi Da grinned and tightened and loosened his grip on the sickle.
Dad, I’ve made it!
He used his rough, bony fingers to touch the sickle from the handle to the blade, and then stroked the small serrations one by one.
"Feng San, a sickle..."
The manager's voice of registration came from a distance, but it did not reach his ears at all.
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In Jingyang City, the two merchants who had sold all their goods met again in the Bafang Restaurant.
While talking about the harvest of this trip and promising to bring some back next time, they also asked each other if there was any way to get in touch with the three factories outside the city.
"And the paper outside Xianyang City is worth buying. It's valuable and lightweight, and more profitable than silk."
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Around Jibei County, snowflake salt, as white as snow and as fine as sand, continued to spread outward with the caravans. As the production increased, it slowly flowed into the market from being a special supply for the royal family, and entered the tables of the nobles, becoming a trend for wealthy families to entertain guests.
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With Xianyang as the center, Qin officials who had undergone several months of training and study reached the thirty-six counties. They had windlasses to help draw water from wells, stone mills to grind wheat and beans into fine powder, and bean sprouts that could be obtained without much effort... With the full operation of the Qin state machine, the entire territory was covered bit by bit, subtly improving the lives of the people.
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The merits and virtues were generated from the thirty-six counties in the world, accumulated little by little and gathered into threads, and then gathered into strands, and finally converged into the Autumn Hunting Palace following the echo.
The system is closed to create an external display screen, and all functions except necessary ones are temporarily closed.
All the merits that had accumulated for several months and suddenly burst out had to be collected by Wei Shengxue himself.
She sat cross-legged in the room, and with a flash of inspiration, a barrier enveloped the entire room, isolating it from all prying eyes and interruptions.
Wei Shengxue searched around but couldn't find the entrance for the system to store merits, so he could only use himself as a container and take them all in his body.
If there were other cultivators here, they would probably be so jealous that their eyes would turn green.
Using merit to advance is a luxury, too luxury.
Improve luck, turn disasters into blessings, drive away evil... It can be used for all the purposes that can be thought of in the world of immortal cultivation.
In the world of cultivating immortals, everyone who has accumulated merits hides them well, hoping to save their lives at a critical moment. No one uses them directly as an alternative spiritual power to speed up their advancement like her.
But Wei Shengxue, a novice in the world of immortal cultivation, didn't understand much about this. He simply followed his intuition and integrated the merit into his body through the practice of the technique, one small cycle, then a large one, slowly flowing through his meridians and finally merging into his golden elixir. During this process, the remaining spiritual energy slowly dissipated into the air.
She didn't know how much the outside world had changed while she was trying to absorb the merits that suddenly came to her.
At first, only the grass and trees in the yard grew ten years a day, and then spread to the entire palace. The originally carefully trimmed exotic flowers and plants also began to change three times a day.
In the morning, they are still charming scarlet, but at noon they turn into shy pink, and in the afternoon they turn into gorgeous goose yellow... After a day, even the gardeners who take care of them every day can hardly remember what they originally looked like.
The peach trees lining the garden path had grown green leaves out of season and were blooming with brightly colored... peach blossoms?
It’s probably peach blossom.
Such bright colors are like fairies from the sky throwing torn colored satin onto the earth.
When Ying Zheng and his men arrived, the first thing they saw was the lush vegetation that practically covered the entire courtyard. Through the intertwined layers of stems and leaves, they could vaguely see that the tall eucalyptus tree in the courtyard seemed to be growing a little differently than before, but the rest of the scene was unclear.
"Father."
A familiar voice came from the grass next to him. Ying Zheng ordered his servants to pull away the grass, and sure enough, he saw Princess Yang Zi trapped inside.
In the passage opened by the eunuch, she struggled out of the grass, dragging a flower pot (?).
There are also grass leaves in the flowerpot that are wider than a palm and longer than an arm.
It was really difficult for her, a spoiled noblewoman, to drag the flower pot that was almost as high as her thigh (?). A palace maid had already gone over to take over, but she stopped her and dragged it to Ying Zheng bit by bit by herself.
"Father, this is radish."
She raised her head and looked directly at her father, speaking seriously and enunciating each word.
"This is radish, the kind of wild radish with roots no thicker than a little finger."
Hearing her words, everyone turned their eyes to the roots hidden under the green leaves. From the exposed part, they could see that the root was thicker than an adult's forearm.
Is this radish?
The kind of radish with tiny roots and sparse leaves?
When this was mentioned, Zhisu's eyes widened:!!!
He rushed out from beside Ying Zheng and rushed to the big flowerpot, sliding his nose over the green leaves inch by inch as if to verify, and twitching his nose, trying to distinguish its smell, but the smell of grass and trees here was too strong and confused the taste, so he couldn't confirm whether it was it.
"Your Highness, this thing is very different from radish. How can you be sure it is..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by an angry shout:
"Who is being so presumptuous in front of the Immortal's gate?"
Everyone turned their heads to look, but because the flowers and plants were too lush, they had to look carefully to see that there was a...round butt sticking out from where the door should have been?
Everyone: ???
Everyone:!!!
Bold!
Spying on the immortal! How audacious!
Ying Zheng's mouth curled up, his eyes stained with obvious anger: "How dare you! Drag him out!"
"If you offend the immortal, you will be killed!"
"Wait! I got it! I got it!" the man shouted loudly, and then everyone realized that he was the doctor from the farmer's family.
???
They remember that this person is a rare intellectual in the farming family, right?
"Dr. Nong, what are you doing!"
Dr. Nong was dragged over by the Black Armor Guards, holding a golden object tightly in his hand.
The thing was as big as twice his head, like a round ball flattened at both ends.
Dr. Nong was so excited that he would rather be dragged on the ground than let the "ball" scratch his skin.
"Your Majesty, I guarantee with my years of experience that this is definitely edible food!"
He rolled the "ball" to Ying Zheng's feet and recommended it passionately, like a person brainwashed by a pyramid scheme.
"Every seed you plant will produce a fruit this big. Plant two hundred seeds per acre... No, one hundred seeds will produce a thousand kilograms of fruit!"
The others were listening quietly at first, but he kept talking nonsense, saying that the yield per mu was 1,000 kilograms of fruit, so how could not each fruit grow 1,000 kilograms?
Even Zhisu Neishi, who always talked about food, couldn't help but roll his eyes.
He would never have dreamed of a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu.
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