These people became more active, and the construction speed in the court was like pressing the fast-forward button. The new city of Xianyang was built bit by bit. Although it is only a prototype now, there is still a lot to be built.
Zhao Qingrui took a look around and found that this batch of prisoners of war still had a lot of uses, so he would send them back to build a school.
On the other hand, in Shanglinyuan, Hu Hai was sent away by Ying Zheng, and now there is no news about him anymore.
Without the annoying people, Zhao Qingrui was in a very good mood.
When Zhao Qingrui came over, Wang Ben looked at her with some resentment in his eyes.
"What happened to Marquis Tongwu?" Zhao Qingrui asked puzzledly.
"I have some doubts, please help me, Your Highness." Wang Ben said respectfully.
"Marquis Tongwu, please feel free to speak." Zhao Qingrui raised his eyebrows.
"Your Highness, is the world described in the book real?" Wang Ben looked at Zhao Qingrui expectantly. The world in the book was so magical, and its logic was self-consistent, just like it was real.
The magical power of moving mountains and seas, and the scene of reaching the top after going through hardships and looking down on the crowd, all make people yearn for it.
Zhao Qingrui: ...She brought disaster to the great general of the Qin Dynasty?
Zhao Qingrui looked at Wang Ben awkwardly: "Marquis Tongwu, please don't take it seriously. These are all made up. Just read them as stories in your spare time."
"Is it really not true? The story in it is so real." Wang Ben sighed.
"Of course not, this is all made up." Zhao Qingrui said firmly.
My dad was also distraught for a long time after reading these books, but these stories are really interesting. Although they are fake, they still make people excited.
"Okay." Wang Ben could only believe what Zhao Qingrui said.
Seeing Wang Ben's distraught look, Zhao Qingrui quickly slipped away. Otherwise, what if he dragged her around like his father and asked her all sorts of questions? How would she explain?
The fields in Shanglinyuan are full of crops, and now it is harvest time. The golden wheat fields and the sweet potato vines are beginning to turn yellow. The people guarding the surroundings have joy in their eyes for the upcoming harvest.
Such a large amount of food is enough to make the national treasury richer.
Zhao Qingrui walked over. Everyone knew her, and when they saw her coming, they immediately bowed.
"No need to be so polite, Mr. Xu. Are the fruits here grafted? They are really good." Zhao Qingrui personally helped Xu Changming up and asked with a smile. The orchard next to them exuded a faint fruity fragrance, which was very tempting.
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