"this……"
Seeing that the man in front of him was still a little hesitant, Xiang Yu simply picked up a newly made stone mill from a roadside household, and lifted it up with force. It took him a while to put it down.
Only then did Prince Fusu show a surprised expression and kept praising.
He knew that Xiang Yu was arrogant, so he raised his lips and said, "In this case, I would like to ask you, if you have this strength, can you cultivate more fields?"
Xiang Yu had already thought of ways to deal with various strength problems, but when he heard him say this, he was at a loss for words for a moment.
"You...what did you say? Cultivate the land?"
"Yes, since you have such divine power, why don't you make a bet with me?"
"If you can reclaim and cultivate more land than me within ten days with your own strength, you win, how about it?" Prince Fusu said with a smile, his tone full of calmness.
When Xiang Yu heard this, he frowned slightly and thought to himself: This man must be crazy. I, Xiang Yu, am strong enough to lift a tripod, how could I lose to a weak person?
Even though he thought so, Xiang Yu was still a little hesitant. It wasn't because he was worried that he couldn't win, but it was because he had been out for quite a while, otherwise his grandfather would come looking for him soon.
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Of course, betting requires some spice. In order to get Xiang Yu to agree, Prince Fusu said generously: "If the warrior wins, I will give you as much land as you reclaim."
"Okay! I'll make this bet with you! But if I win, all the land I reclaim will belong to me!"
Xiang Yu was full of heroic spirit and stood up and slammed the table.
"Okay, if I win... you have to bet with me again." Fusu's tone was gentle, but revealed an unquestionable firmness.
Xiang Yu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said with a heroic smile: "I will make a bet with you to see who can cultivate more fields within three days!"
Thus, the bet began.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrates the mist and shines on the ground.
Xiang Yu held a hoe in his hand, stepped on the loess, and began to farm day and night in order to win the battle.
He first carefully planned the layout of the fields to ensure that every inch of land could be fully utilized.
Then, Xiang Yu took a deep breath and swung the hoe, exerting his utmost strength each time to turn over the hard ground and reveal the fertile soil. Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped into the soil, as if it was the deepest respect for this land.
As time passed, the sun gradually rose higher. The scorching sun baked the earth and also tested Xiang Yu's will.
His clothes were already soaked with sweat, but the hoe in his hand never stopped.
He had only one thought in his mind: no matter what, he could not lose to that powerless man!
At noon, the sun was blazing, and Xiang Yu's physical strength was close to the limit. But he still gritted his teeth and persisted, digging the land again and again with his hoe.
Occasionally, he would stop, wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and then devote himself to the work again. His hands were already thickly calloused, but the desire for victory made him forget the pain.
In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun filled the fields. Xiang Yu had been farming for more than ten hours, but there was no sign of fatigue on his face.
On the contrary, his eyes became more determined.
I, Xiang Yu, never admit defeat!
Night fell, and the sky was full of stars. Xiang Yu continued to farm in the faint moonlight. His shadow stretched across the field.
The night wind blew, bringing a slight chill, but Xiang Yu's heart was burning with fighting spirit.
In this way, Xiang Yu farmed day and night.
At the end of the day, only three acres of land were cultivated.
This is already three times that of an ordinary person.
On the other hand, compared with Xiang Yu who worked day and night, Prince Fusu seemed much more relaxed.
He ate the breakfast that was fed to him leisurely, without any worry about losing the bet.
"You actually proposed a bet with Xiang Yu on farming!" Li Rongrong never expected that Fusu had such a plan.
"Well, but Xiang Yu is a very arrogant person. It's hard to convince him with just one bet." Prince Fusu picked up a steamed bun with chopsticks and said while eating.
"Are you planning to capture Meng Huo a seventh time?" On the other side, Li Rongrong also picked up the steamed buns and ate one in one bite, feeling very satisfied.
"Seven Captures of Meng Huo?"
Prince Fusu put down the soy milk in his hand and asked doubtfully.
"It was a hundred years after the Qin Dynasty that the Three Kingdoms War began..."
While eating breakfast, Li Rongrong told Fusu the story of the Three Kingdoms.
Prince Fusu was fascinated by what he heard for a moment.
It would be great if the Great Qin could have a talent like Zhuge Liang who is the Sleeping Dragon.
After breakfast, Prince Fusu led his men to the warehouse where the tilling machines were placed.
"Prince Fusu."
Mo Yuan and Gongshu Zi bowed and saluted.
"You guys got up so early?"
"The tilling machine given by the immortal is so ingenious that we have benefited a lot from it, so we come here often to study it." Mo Yuan said, wishing he could dismantle the machine to study it.
The tiller was sent by Li Rongrong some time ago. It is difficult to operate and has not yet been put into large-scale use.
It took Prince Fusu more than ten days to learn how to use it under Li Rongrong's one-on-one instruction.
He had made a rough estimate before, but he had not calculated how much land could be cultivated specifically. So he took advantage of the bet to calculate how many acres of land could be cultivated in a day.
"I'm going to give it a try with the tiller. Go and say hello to everyone in the field, and be careful not to get too close."
"only."
Mo Yuan and Gong Shuzi were very excited to see the tiller being put into use, and they hurried to call for people.
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In a deserted field, a tiller roared, like a huge steel beast, moving quickly across the field. Its plow blade easily turned over the hard earth, exposing the fertile soil to the sun.
"Look! That's the tiller given by the immortal!"
"It's so big, like a giant monster!"
As soon as the words fell, the person who was speaking was slapped by the old man next to him, "That is a divine beast, a miracle! How can it be the same as a monster!"
"Yes, look! The tiller has moved!"
"Have you already cultivated half an acre of land? If only we could use this tiller..." The farmer who was speaking was so excited that he almost lost his breath and stumbled to the ground.
For a moment, the farmers and common people who were watching were in chaos again.
Prince Fusu had no idea that someone next to him had fainted from excitement. He was concentrating on operating the machine.
At noon, when Xiang Yu was still sweating in the fields, Fusu had already completed cultivating a large tract of land.
He stopped the machine and looked at the results of his labor.
I have already won this battle.
However, Fusu did not stop. The tiller continued to move across the field, trying to measure how much land could be cultivated.
"Sir, I just measured it and we are going to cultivate 15 acres of land today!"
It took Prince Fusu half a day to familiarize himself with the operation of these 15 acres.
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