Prince Fusu quickly stepped back, straightened his clothes, and bowed respectfully: "I wonder what the immortal has to say. Fusu is ashamed that he does not know the immortal language."
Li Rongrong still felt regretful that there was no handsome man to watch coming out of the bath.
But suddenly I heard his words.
My mind exploded all of a sudden.
Wait? Who did he say?
Fusu?
Is this the Fusu in history?
Qin Shi Huang's eldest son, Prince Fusu, was forced to commit suicide!
Although she had guessed it, she couldn't help but get excited when the person she was infatuated with appeared in front of her.
Li Rongrong quickly took out a brush and rice paper and wrote on it: "But is it Fusu, the prince of the Qin Dynasty?"
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His small seal script flows as smoothly as running water, yet has a sharp edge.
Coincidentally, she majored in archaeology in college, while the others were studying the popular subject of history.
Only she was crazy about the history from the pre-Qin period to the Chu-Han period.
There was even a period of time when I practiced small seal script for a long time.
Therefore, now writing a few small seal characters is a piece of cake for her.
On the other side of the mirror, Prince Fusu stood in front of the mirror with a solemn expression and his clenched hands covered with sweat.
Looking at the "cloth" that was passed out, he took it reverently.
This time it is written in small seal script.
The character can be seen between the lines.
After fetching the bamboo slips, Prince Fusu quickly used a carving knife to carve words on them, replying: "Replying to the Immortal, I am indeed Prince Fusu of the Great Qin. I wonder if the Immortal has any advice for me?"
Li Rongrong just looked at Fusu quietly.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly took out a bamboo slip and carved something stroke by stroke.
She suddenly remembered that Qin Chao had no paper or pen at all.
So, he stuffed a pile of paper, pens, and inkstone into the mirror.
Instructions for use are attached, tell Fusu to use it.
Fusu was extremely talented. After just a few attempts, he could write small seal characters.
"Great! This paper and pen is really a great thing for scholars all over the world!" Prince Fusu's character is unchanged in his bones, and he is really happy for the scholars at this moment.
The two of them started communicating like this.
Li Rongrong was now completely convinced.
The mirror I bought connected me to Daqin!
That was 212 BC.
Meng Tian led an army of 300,000 to garrison in the north to resist the Huns and build the Great Wall at the same time.
Prince Fusu was exiled to the frontier because he advised Qin Shihuang to burn books and bury scholars.
Because in the Qin Dynasty bronze mirrors were used for sacrificial purposes, and she was regarded as an immortal.
All the things that were previously stuffed into the mirror were teleported to Daqin.
Thinking of the various expired products that she had stuffed into the mirror before, Li Rongrong smiled a little awkwardly.
She had just prepared a lot of expiring items and planned to try out the mirror function.
Thinking of the recent difficulties, Prince Fusu wrote down his request seriously: "Immortal, there are nearly 300,000 people at the border now, and food and grass are limited. I wonder if you can give me some advice?"
However, after waiting for a long time, no note came from the mirror.
Prince Fusu was doubtful and unsure of the immortal's temperament.
Could it be that the immortal misunderstood something?
So he asked directly: "What does the immortal want?"
"Is it gold, silver, or treasures, or incense and offerings?"
"Why not Fusu establish a sect and a temple for the immortal to show respect?"
As he spoke, he handed over the written words, then stepped back a few steps and bowed respectfully, "Fusu thanks the immortal for the gift to Daqin."
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The paper placed on the altar floated out from the mirror.
Looking at Fusu who was still bowing in the mirror, she finally picked up the paper.
The ink on it hasn't dried yet, and because of my lack of skill, there are still some smudges.
According to what has been said above, how to solve the food and fodder problem at the border is now the top priority.
Just at this time, all the things that were about to expire were moved up, and there were quite a lot of things.
On the other side of the mirror, Prince Fusu kept clenching his sleeves nervously.
She briefly told Fusu about these things.
After understanding how to eat it, Prince Fusu was ecstatic.
That's for eating and using!
It was given by an immortal!
It is not an ordinary thing, it is fairy food and immortal item!
The Qin army had been eating millet porridge for every two days, and anyone who was taken out was starving.
In order to have food, they all had to kowtow to the immortal.
Prince Fusu was so excited that he praised her for more than ten minutes by quoting from classics.
Li Rongrong was so delighted by the compliments that she placed an order directly for a large quantity of goods from the factory.
Including but not limited to: 1,000 bags of 50 kilograms of rice.
1,000 bags of 50-jin flour, dozens of tons of frozen chickens, ducks, and fish...
Although we cannot feed 300,000 troops at once, we can still hold on for a few days.
They are all the ancestors of China, and she couldn't bear to see them starve to death on the border.
Li Rongrong opened the door with great enthusiasm.
The mirror just shook a little, and all the things piled on the third floor were teleported to Daqin.
Seeing the place empty in an instant, she still planned to prepare some supplies.
After all, it is not easy to feed nearly 300,000 people.
Just when she was having a headache, she heard the sound of a car driving in outside the window.
When I opened the curtains, I saw a red supercar parked in front of the supermarket on the first floor.
This flashy supercar was followed by a belated truck.
It was undoubtedly Lu Jingzhou who came to deliver the goods.
However, Li Rongrong did not expect that he could deliver the goods in such a short time.
Before she could wonder for too long, Lu Jingzhou's voice was heard outside the door.
As soon as she opened the door, Li Rongrong was faced with Lu Jingzhou's enthusiasm.
He leaned against the door, and lifted his bangs in a way that he thought was very handsome, revealing a handsome profile. "Junior sister, surprise! I am the most efficient brother."
"Yes, yes, Senior Brother is a high-quality man, so of course his efficiency is high."
Li Rongrong poured him a cup of tea with a smile and joked.
"Junior sister! It's not like I don't surf the Internet. Hey~ high-quality men are disgusting." As he said this, Lu Jingzhou trembled with his acting addiction.
Li Rongrong raised her eyes and glanced at him, waiting until he had finished acting before getting down to business.
"Brother, how much stuff is piled up on your farm?"
Lu Jingzhou shrugged and slumped in his chair, looking nonchalant, and it seemed that he was not going to say anything.
Seeing him like this, Li Rongrong was furious and said coldly, "Lu Jingzhou!"
Seeing that the junior sister was angry, Lu Jingzhou could only confess everything at once, "It's not much, just about 2.6 million kilograms of rice."
After saying that, he laughed at himself again.
Although Lu Jingzhou looked nonchalant, he was actually extremely worried.
The family farm was handed over to him this year, but he already had a backlog of 2.6 million kilograms of rice that could not be sold.
Now, because of the accumulation of grain and the capital tied up in it, the Lu family is having difficulty repaying their loans.
But production has to continue and further investment is needed.
The Lu family farm had a huge harvest of grain, but the inventory was not enough to keep the rice properly.
If the rice cannot be sold, it is very likely to be infested with insects and wasted.
But even if this were the case, Lu Jingzhou would not ask for help from his junior sister.
I still remember one year, the fruits from his orchard were unsalable, so my junior sister directly bought dozens of truckloads of fruit. I heard that she later gave them away to people everywhere.
Although it was not wasted, Lu Jingzhou did not want Li Rongrong to suffer any loss.
Thinking of this, he subconsciously asked: "Junior Sister, why are you asking so many questions? Are you planning to buy them all again?"
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