"Sir, are you in the house?"
Xiao Shitou would learn martial arts from Zhang Han every morning, and would come to study with Fusu at noon.
He came today and found the door closed.
Just as I was wondering, the door suddenly opened.
"Young Master, are you...reading late into the night?" Little Stone whispered to himself.
Although Prince Fusu was already dressed neatly and tidy.
But the blue color in his eyes still betrayed him.
Prince Fusu glanced at Xiao Shitou and coughed lightly, "I'm going to go to the Mo family and his son, and I'll check your homework when I come back."
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When Prince Fusu arrived at full speed, the Mohist father and son were holding a saw, studying something.
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"Is there any news about Master Fusu?" Mo Sheng noticed the person coming at a glance.
Mo Yuan quickly welcomed Prince Fusu in.
Even Mo Nan groped his way out along the wall, "Father, are there any guests coming?"
Prince Fusu strode up to her and handed her the glasses.
His cold yet gentle voice rang out in the room, "This is a treasure made by an immortal. It's called 'glasses'. You can see clearly when you put them on, but this treasure can only be used by you..."
After Prince Fusu patiently explained the instructions given by the immortal, he chuckled and said, "How is it? Are you ready to see the beauty of the world?"
"Yeah!" Mo Nan nodded heavily, then took off the white cloth on his eyes and slowly put on his glasses.
For a moment, both Mo Jia and his son were extremely nervous.
"Ah Nan, how is it?"
"Sister, can you see it?"
Mo Nan looked at the worried expressions of his father and brother in front of him, and tears fell down, "Father, brother, I can see it! It's very clear, never been so clear..."
“It’s good to be able to see it!”
“Colorful!”
The eyes of the Mo family father and son also instantly turned red.
"Don't cry, Nan. You can see that I have explained to your mother a hundred years later."
"Don't cry, An Nan, and don't cry, father and brother." Mo Nan walked up to the two of them, held their sleeves, and said with a smile.
Prince Fusu was moved by their father-son love and was feeling sad when they suddenly knelt down in front of him in an orderly manner.
"I, the Mohist disciples, have always advocated universal love and non-aggression, advocating unity and non-fatalism...I, the Mohist disciples, believe that the nobles and the common people should work together for the great harmony of the world."
"I, a disciple of the Mohist school, also believe that fate is not predetermined and can be changed through hard work."
"Qin has always been tyrannical and unjust, leaving the people homeless and the nobles enjoying themselves. Therefore, my disciples of the Mohist School will not be used by Qin."
"However, today Prince Fusu has personally taken action, showing universal love and non-aggression, and sharing joy with the people."
"He did not discriminate against us just because we were disciples of the Mohist School. Instead, he valued us."
"I believe that the turning point of the Qin Dynasty lies in Prince Fusu, so the father and son of the Mo family, as disciples of the Mo family, are willing to serve the Qin Dynasty and be loyal to the Qin Dynasty!"
The voices of the three Mohists were resounding, and every word they said showed their determination.
After receiving their greetings, Prince Fusu helped them up and said, "The Great Qin will achieve prosperity. You must all contribute to the Great Qin together!"
"I will never let down the immortal, I will never let down the young master, and I will never let down the Qin Empire!"
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After Prince Fusu left the home of Mohist father and son, he was always worried.
For the first time, he felt respected and believed in. In the past, this kind of belief was only felt by the common people of the Qin Dynasty towards their fathers.
They firmly believed that their father could unify the six kingdoms and that the Qin Dynasty would no longer be bullied.
Now they firmly believe that they can lead the Qin Dynasty to prosperity, but can they really shoulder this heavy responsibility?
While he was thinking, he happened to pass by a field that had recently been planted for winter.
Prince Fusu looked at the Qin army busy farming, suppressed the messy thoughts in his mind, and stepped forward to inquire about the progress.
Before I took two steps, I heard two soldiers talking.
"Zi, let me tell you, work like tilling the land requires skills..."
An experienced soldier patted Zi on the shoulder and said.
"Let me show you how to use this hoe so that it saves more effort."
He took the hoe from Zi's hand, raised it high, and swung it hard towards the ground.
The hoe was inserted deeply into the soil and then pulled out easily, bringing up a piece of soil.
The soldier repeated the same action several times in a row, appearing to do it with ease each time.
Finally, he returned the hoe to Zi.
"Try it, do it like I just did, and you'll find that it can greatly reduce your physical exertion."
Zi nodded gratefully to show that he understood.
He took the hoe and tried it a few times according to the method the soldier taught him.
Sure enough, he felt that the hoe became more convenient to use and his work efficiency improved a lot.
Prince Fusu, who was standing by, secretly memorized the techniques of hoeing the ground. It seemed that not all soldiers could hoe the ground efficiently.
We can send experienced farmers to give them collective lectures later.
Seeing that he could use it, the old soldier also started to hoe the ground.
While hoeing the land, he said cheerfully: "With my experience, I will definitely be able to reclaim a few more acres of land, and I will definitely be able to harvest 300 shi by then!"
The normal grain harvest is about 200 shi per mu of land.
300 koku can only be produced by very fertile land and very experienced farmers.
Zi nodded rapidly, looking very serious.
At this time, the old soldiers had no idea that the seeds they planted this time were all high-yield seeds.
At the time of harvest, it was more than 300 shi, but at least 1,000 shi per acre!
He was so excited that he boasted about it all his life, and even when he was old he was still telling his descendants the story of how the immortal had bestowed the good seeds.
Of course, this is a later story.
Prince Fusu asked about the progress and took another look around, but still felt that the efficiency of the production tools was too low.
I don’t know if the immortals have any way to help them improve their efficiency.
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After learning about Fusu's idea, Li Rongrong also began to think about what kind of tools she should send to the Qin Dynasty?
Images of various modern agricultural machinery and equipment emerged in her mind.
But these modern machines may be too advanced for Daqin.
The Qin Dynasty is still in the traditional farming stage, and even the curved plow has not appeared.
The leap to the industrial age was obviously too great.
Wait for Daqin to develop for a period of time before considering sending modern agricultural machinery.
In this case, the most suitable choices seem to be traditional agricultural production tools such as the curved plow and the harrow.
The curved plow can be used to till the land, while the harrow can help with sowing.
Although it cannot be compared with modern mechanized production, it was sufficient to meet the needs in the ancient labor-dominated production environment.
After clarifying her ideas, Li Rongrong took action immediately.
He turned on the computer, found the detailed design drawings of the curved plow and harrow through the search engine, and printed them out.
After taking care of the precautions, he sent it to Fusu.
As for why she didn't send the finished products, where could she buy so many curved plows and harrow carts at once?
Fusu has 300,000 people, and many of them are civilian workers building the Great Wall.
As long as you have the drawings, it can be made in two or three days, and it can also save a lot of money.
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