"Before we got married, Master Qin spent every day traveling with me. How could he have the time to invent something?"
"If there really was one, it would have been taken away by my father long ago and presented as a treasure to the court."
"Master Qin, at this point, do you still want to deny it?"
"Tsk tsk tsk." Qin Yuan was calm and composed, and said slowly, "The one who understands me is my wife!"
"My lady, you are right."
"This is actually an idea I had when I was preparing for marriage."
"You!" Ming Zhanxue chuckled and shook his head helplessly: "If the court can't do it, His Majesty and Sister Murong will come to you to ask for it. Let's see what you will do."
"That's not difficult."
Qin Yuan closed his eyes, rested his head on his wife's legs, and said lightly.
"If I can't do it myself, then why should I be afraid that the Taoist immortals can't do it?"
"If the Taoist immortals can't do it, are we afraid that our friends from the Mohist school can't do it?"
“It’s really not that easy to make this thing.”
“If you have an idea, anyone can do it.”
Who made him inferior to his predecessors who traveled through time?
I only know a general idea about the curved plow and can talk about its principle.
Specific structural design, etc.
Everything was in the dark.
It will only be the hard work of the skilled craftsmen of this era.
Anyway, it’s not his fault if it can’t be done. It must be because the craftsmen’s skills are not good enough!
Ming Zhanxue smiled and spat, then stretched her waist gently, incomparably delicate and lazy: "Husband, you——"
"Sure enough, Daddy is right. My husband, you never do business at a loss."
"The Mohist School is in decline, and I guess only these few people are left. My husband, you should win them over."
"God swear to me! My wife, I didn't think so much when I saved them!" Qin Yuan cried out in injustice.
"My husband is actually the kind of person who repays kindness with gratitude!"
"It was simply out of kindness that I saved their lives because I couldn't bear to see them starve to death on the streets."
"It was only later that I happened to find out they were from the Mohist school, so I asked them to help me build a carriage full of mechanisms for self-defense."
"And this curved plow is a sacred agricultural tool. It will definitely make their Mohist school great again!"
"As a husband, this is also for their own good. I am thinking about them."
"You..." Ming Zhanxue tapped his forehead, his eyes turned cold, staring straight into Qin Yuan's eyes, and asked again:
"Master Qin, how far have you and Miss Murong progressed?"
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