Chapter 43 July Lucky Draw [Jinjiang Authentic Edition Exclusive Release - Imperial Manor Trip]...
With curiosity about the auspicious animal and the desire to accompany her grandfather on a tour of the imperial estate in the suburbs tomorrow, Qin Ying was once again taken on a special carriage by Zhao Gao back to the eldest prince's mansion when the sky was getting dark and the setting sun was melting into gold.
After dark, the little baby, who had just finished bathing in the bathroom, had black hair on his head, and was wearing a black bellyband embroidered with water patterns and a wet white diaper. He lay on the rosewood bed, staring at the system screen floating in the air with a bright look, and skillfully called up the lottery page.
Looking at the big turntable emitting colorful halo on the light screen, and the square wooden treasure chest under the turntable, the little fat boy couldn't help rubbing his two little hands. Thinking that he had rubbed out good luck, he raised his little hand and slapped it on the big turntable with a "snap".
The turntable spun gurglingly. Qin Ying watched eagerly, muttering to herself, "Seeds! Seeds! Seeds!"
After the big turntable stopped, a ball of golden light flew out of the treasure chest.
After the hazy golden light dissipated, a rapidly spinning card grew from small to large and finally occupied the entire light curtain.
[picture]
Qin Ying was stunned. Did he draw the Nine-toothed Rake that Second Senior Brother usually used?
The next moment, a line of small, ink-colored words appeared below the picture:
[Congratulations to the host! After drawing the straight-beam plow and curved-beam plow in June, you were lucky enough to draw the second intensive farming tool in July - the harrow!]
[A rake is very useful. It can be used to break up soil, level the ground, and remove weeds. It is an extremely important agricultural tool! Congratulations again to the lucky host!]
Although she didn't get the seeds she had been longing for, it was still good to get a new agricultural tool in July's first lottery. Qin Ying happily put the second brother's agricultural tool structure diagram into the system space.
Then he clapped the big turntable with his little hand again. After the golden light dissipated for the second time, a rotating and jumping card appeared on the light screen. The painting was exactly the three-piece set of cavalry horse that was familiar to people in later generations - stirrups, saddle, and horseshoes.
The picture is small, but it’s worth a lot!
When he thought about his grandfather's next military strategy of going out on an expedition, the arrival of the three sets of equipment was extremely timely!
Feeling that his luck was quite good tonight, the little fat boy hurriedly put the second prize into the system space.
When she clapped her hands on the large turntable for the third time, it slowed down considerably compared to the previous two times. After the "squeaking" sound slowly stopped, the treasure chest opened again, and a ball of golden light rushed out. Qin Ying took a closer look and found that it was actually a paper book that recorded the "Ancient Iron Smelting Secrets" in detail!
[A book about ironmaking?!]
The little fat boy's eyes lit up, and he quickly used his mind to control the electronic version of the paper book and carefully browsed the book's catalog.
Qin Ying became more and more satisfied as she read the clear lines of small ink characters on the catalog.
Coming from the future, he naturally knew about the "blast furnace ironmaking method", but he only lived until the end of the college entrance examination in his previous life. Even though he clearly remembered the ironmaking equations written in the chemistry textbook, those superficial information were completely insufficient. He did not understand the more specific blast furnace ironmaking operation methods at all. What's more, the temperature of blast furnace ironmaking seemed to need to reach more than 1,500 degrees Celsius, and the blast furnace also required extremely high-temperature resistant materials. Whether it was high-temperature conditions or high-temperature materials, the current Daqin productivity was far from reaching them.
The little guy had no hope of finding this useful iron smelting method, but the ancient secret book he drew was different!
This book records the mature steelmaking methods of the Han Dynasty, including the "block ironmaking method", "stir-frying steel method" and "pouring steel method".
The Qin and Han dynasties were close together, and their productivity wasn't much different. The Han dynasty's mature technology, when transferred to the Qin dynasty, was a bit more advanced, but not drastically out of the ordinary. Once the blacksmiths in the Shaofu mastered the manual, they'd be able to quickly master it! By the time his great-grandfather officially launched his army to annihilate the Baiyue in the south, the quality of steel within the Qin Empire would have significantly improved!
With the advancement of iron smelting technology, not only will the army's weapons be quickly upgraded, but the farm tools used by the common people will also benefit!
The heads of plows, sickles, plows, and harrows can all be gradually replaced from wood, stone, and copper heads to iron heads!
In this way, wouldn’t the efficiency of tilling the land, harvesting and weeding be higher?
There is great potential in iron smelting!
Not bad! Not bad! Thank you for the gift of the wisdom of the Liu family!
The little fat boy grinned so much that his eyes almost curved into two crescents. He quickly stored the iron smelting secret book into the system space as if he was afraid that if he was a second late, it would be taken away by the Ba Langtai system.
The baby won three big and useful treasures in a row, and couldn't help giggling and rolling around in the crib. His two chubby little feet kept turning left and right like a puppy's uncontrollable tail.
When Wang Ling walked in from outside, he saw the wet nurses Qiu and Dong, who were on duty at night, covering their mouths and laughing as they looked at the crib, while his son was rolling around in the bed, howling in a baby voice like a tiger cub. He didn't know how such a small child could be so happy all day long.
She waved to the two wet nurses who were about to greet her, walked to the side of the crib, leaned over, and said with a gentle smile:
"tassel!"
"Aiya!" (Mother!)
Seeing his mother coming, the little fat boy couldn't help but laugh foolishly. He quickly turned over and climbed out of the crib, crawled to the wooden railing, and stood up tremblingly while holding the railing.
Wang Ling lowered her eyes and watched her son's two short legs standing more and more steadily. The smile in her eyes became more intense. She stretched out her hands and rubbed her son's chubby and smooth round face, and asked with a smile:
"Ying, tomorrow your grandfather will take you to the imperial farm to admire the summer harvest. Civil and military officials will be accompanying you, and this will be your first public appearance before them. Your father isn't in the capital right now, and your mother won't be able to accompany you tomorrow. What would you like to wear tomorrow?"
Qin Ying couldn't help but blink when he heard this. He had overlooked the fact that tomorrow would be his first public appearance in front of all the officials! Although he had no intention of relying on his looks to make a living, he still had the glorious dream of becoming the "Crown Prince" after all, so the first impression he left on the officials was still very important!
Seeing his son frowning and looking troubled, Wang Ling waved to the two wet nurses behind him.
After a while, wet nurse Autumn and wet nurse Winter hurried into the room with ten maids holding clothes in their hands.
The little fat boy held on to the wooden railing with his two small hands, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the clothes that the maids were holding up the shoulders with both hands and shaking from top to bottom. He found that the clothes the maids were showing were all dresses.
In the illumination of candlelight on both sides, each dress held by the maids looked like the brocade cassock of Tang Monk. In the light, the patterns embroidered with gold and silver threads on the clothes were shining, and the dark red and dark blue gems were emitting a dazzling brilliance, sparkling and twinkling, which was very beautiful.
He looked at the gorgeous clothes in the hands of the maids, and then looked down at the black silk bellyband and white diapers he was wearing. If he were asked to choose, he would definitely prefer his bellyband. The style looked simple, but it was cool!
The sparkling dress adorned with luxurious jewels is beautiful and gorgeous, but who wants to wrap themselves up in three layers inside and outside like a dumpling in the hot summer?
He is not a gentle and refined Confucian gentleman like his father. He would like to cover his collar tightly when he wears clothes on weekdays, for fear of losing his manners in front of others.
Seeing that his son clearly preferred the bellyband on his body, Wang Ling shook his head helplessly before the little boy could say anything.
"Ying, if it were any other day, it would be fine if you were dressed a bit sloppily. But tomorrow, His Majesty will be leading the officials on a tour of the Imperial Estate. While the scene may not be solemn, it will certainly be grand. Everything that happens that day will inevitably be recorded in the history books by the accompanying historians. As the eldest grandson of the Emperor, if you were to go there in casual clothes, not only would you look out of place, but some of the older nobles who value etiquette would also feel uncomfortable seeing you. How about Mother choose you something with a more elegant color? You can be patient and wear it tomorrow."
"Besides, although it's midsummer, there are plenty of shade trees on the imperial farm. You'll be with His Majesty, and there will be ice basins for you to rest in, and people will hold umbrellas and fan you. It shouldn't be too hot. What do you think?"
Seeing that her mother had said so much, Qin Ying thought about it, then nodded obediently, and stretched out her chubby little hand to point at a crescent-white dress.
Although the Qin Dynasty favored black, nobles naturally had to wear black clothes and black skirts on formal occasions, but there were many other colors of formal wear.
As long as a baby under a year old is dressed appropriately in a grand occasion, even the stubborn old Confucian officials will not chase after the baby to pick out the color of the dress he wears.
Seeing the crescent-white dress her son had chosen, Wang Ling nodded and asked someone to bring mosquito repellent sachets, silk socks, small silk shoes, and a sun hat with large ruffles of the same color.
After deciding on a formal dress, she personally helped her son choose two sets of spare clothes in blue and cyan.
After seeing that the lady and the young prince had made their choices, the maids hurried down with three sets of clothes and carefully fumigated the clothes with mosquito and insect repellent incense the night before.
After his mother left, the night outside the window became darker, and the little fat boy was too sleepy to open his eyes. He didn't have time to draw the lottery for the fourth time, as his upper and lower eyelids were firmly attracted by magnets.
Outside the carved wooden window, the stars blink and the bright moon remains silent.
I had a dreamless night. As birds chirped on the eaves, dawn gradually broke in the east.
The next day, at dawn, the temperature was still cool and refreshing.
Yesterday afternoon, all the officials received news from the palace - today's court meeting was cancelled and all officials would follow His Majesty to the imperial farm.
Therefore, at 2:15 a.m., all officials were dressed in their finery and waiting in front of the royal city for the emperor to arrive.
At four quarters past the hour of Mao, the red morning glow enveloped the entire capital, the sky became bright, and a thousand auspicious auras filled the sky above Xianyang City.
Two hundred elite soldiers armed with spears and wearing black armor rode their horses and ran out of the royal city in an orderly manner. Following them were six golden chariots pulled by six black horses slowly driving out of the royal city. After the six luxurious chariots, three hundred elite soldiers in black clothes, wearing long swords at their waists and carrying quivers on their backs, followed.
After the long royal convoy had completely driven out of the royal city, the civil servants and military generals following behind it rode in carriages or on horses, and followed the royal convoy according to their official ranks.
A long and winding procession with no end in sight was heading straight towards the official road in the west, against the backdrop of the morning glow.
When the convoy had completely driven out of the capital, the common people in the towns and villages along the way saw from afar that the royal convoy was speeding along two deep ruts on the official road, and they were so scared that they knelt down and kowtowed.
The common people in Hanyang were busy harvesting grain in the fields before the sun got too hot in the morning. When they saw the majestic and dignified procession of nobles on the official road from afar, they couldn't help but stand on tiptoe in the fields and stretch their necks to look around with a look of melancholy.
In the dense forest surrounding Hanyangli, seven or eight young and strong men in long robes gathered, sitting or standing on the tall tree branches.
They were standing high enough that even from a distance they could see the golden carriage that looked exceptionally luxurious under the sunlight.
"The emperor drives a carriage with six horses." The only person in the world who can use six horses to pull a carriage is the current Qin Shi Huang.
The doors of each Golden Root car were tightly closed, the walls were covered with solid iron sheets, there were several sharp iron spikes on the roof, and except for the hollow air holes, the windows on both sides were all covered tightly with bead curtains. The front, back, and both sides of the car were all surrounded by strong cavalrymen, and the protection was extremely thorough!
One, two, three, four, five, six!
After counting the exact number of imperial carriages, a middle-aged man couldn't help but spit in anger and cursed, "Damn it! How afraid is this tyrant of being assassinated again! Two carriages wouldn't be enough for a trip? He actually arranged five!"
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