Mistress Zhao helped Sun Huan into her room and placed him on the bed.
He covered Sun Huan with a blanket.
He sat at the side and read the poem he had just memorized.
He was speechless for a long time.
"This poem is really well done."
Zhao Ji's fingers gently stroked the poem.
He turned to look at Sun Huan, who was sleeping.
He looked like a lovestruck fool.
Upon closer inspection, City Lord Sun was also extraordinarily handsome.
Not only did he have many divine items, but he also had such poetic talent.
Compared to the politicians around her,
City Lord Sun was ten thousand times better than them.
Zhao Ji's pretty face blushed slightly.
"Mother! Look what I found!"
Ying Zheng was covered in oil stains, and he ran into the room with a black object in his hand.
Zhao Ji immediately glared at him.
"Why are you so flustered?”
Ying Zheng immediately sat up straight.
He handed the thing in his hand to Zhao Ji.
"Mother, look at this item. It's simply a work of heaven and earth. It's another divine item!”
"This item is called honeycomb briquettes. It burns smokeless and is twice as resistant as ordinary coal! The temperature is also abnormally high!"
"If we can promote this to the entire country, everyone in Great Qin will be able to eat stir-fried vegetables!”
Lady Zhao glanced at the honeycomb briquettes in Ying Zheng's hands, but ignored him.
"Honeycomb briquettes are nothing to me, but look at this!”
Lady Zhao threw the poem that Sun Huan had just recited onto Ying Zheng's face.
"More powerful than honeycomb briquettes?"
"What is written on this paper?"
Ying Zheng did not understand what was going on, so he picked up the paper and started reading.
" This is a poem!?"
" City Lord Sun can even compose poems?!"
As soon as Ying Zheng read the first few words, he was completely shocked!
Even though Great Qin respected martial arts, every old Qin citizen was a tough man.
In the past, Great Qin's people had been called Western Barbarians.
During the Warring States Period, a hundred schools of thought contended.
Every country had produced brilliant and world-shocking works!
Qu Yuan's Songs of Chu, Li Sao, the widely circulated Book of Songs…
Only the Qin people lacked culture.
There wasn't even a decent national song of the Qin State.
When Ying Zheng was still in Zhao State, he had admired these saints greatly.
He wished that the Qin Country could have a Confucius, Zhuangzi, or Laozi.
What Sun Huan threw out was a poem that had already reached its peak.
In the pre-Qin era, where people did not pay much attention to tones and rhythms, everyone wrote blindly to express their feelings.
This poem was on a crushing level.
Therefore, after reading it once, Ying Zheng was completely impressed by this poem.
Especially the deep homesickness expressed in the poem.
Ying Zheng, who was born in the State of Qin but grew up in the State of Zhao, was deeply moved.
"A thousand sails pass by the side of the sinking ship, and ten thousand trees spring in front of the sick tree!”
"The desolate Chu River of Ba Mountain, abandoned for twenty-three years.”
Ying Zheng looked at Lady Zhao blankly.
His heart was filled with emotions.
Wasn't the Chu River of Mount Ba his hometown?
A strong sense of homesickness.
It was simply penetrating!
Ying Zheng's eyes were also glistening with tears.
"I miss home too!"
Seeing Ying Zheng like this, Lady Zhao also teared up.
"Child, we will definitely be able to go home!”
The mother and son hugged each other and cried bitterly.
After a long time, the mother and son separated.
Ying Zheng looked at the piece of paper in his hand and carefully placed it on his chest.
This poem was enough to be sung through the ages!
It had to be properly kept.
If he could bring them back to the Qin Empire, then the servants would know that not all of Great Qin were boorish people.
With this masterpiece, everyone would call Great Qin the Land of Poetry!
"Mother, this poem was also written by City Lord Sun?”
Zhao Ji nodded.
"Hiss!"
"Could it be that I misjudged City Lord Sun?”
Ying Zheng stared at Sun Huan, who was still snoring on the bed.
What he had seen and heard in the past two days flashed through his mind.
The potatoes could produce four to five thousand catties per mu!
With potatoes, they would be able to solve Great Qin's food problem!
If he had offered the potato to her on his own accord…
In the future, when he became the emperor, it would be enough to make him the three dukes and nine ministers.
And that linen paper!
Such a cheap piece of paper could allow Qin literature to be passed down through the ages and enlighten the people!
Just this alone…
Sun Huan's name will be remembered in history.
In the future, all the scholars in the world would call him Sage Sun.
In addition to the huge steam engine in the ironworks,
It greatly liberated productivity.
One person and one machine could match up to a hundred people!
This was simply like a god descending to the mortal world!
There was also white wine, chili, honeycomb briquettes, stir-fried vegetables…
Looking at the poem in his hand, Ying Zheng found that he could not figure out this City Lord Sun.
"I'm afraid this person has many secrets!”
Zhao Ji nodded.
He looked at Sun Huan who was lying on the bed silently.
Her heart was also filled with love.
City Lord Sun was the perfect man in her imagination.
……
Sun Huan woke up very quickly.
The moment she opened her eyes,
He saw two huge faces in front of him.
One of them had a face like a peach blossom, pink and blushing, with a smitten smile.
One of them was extremely wretched, staring straight at him.
Wow!
Sun Huan rolled to the corner of the bed without a word.
Only God knew what this mother and son were up to!
She didn't react in time and thought that she had met a crazy man!
Both mother and son smiled embarrassedly.
"I've disturbed the City Lord. Is the City Lord alright?”
As expected of mother and son.
When the two of them spoke, their tone and expressions were extremely similar.
Sun Huan scratched his head.
Although Zhao Fang was a little strange, it was understandable.
However, why did this stupid child's attitude suddenly take a 180-degree turn?
Could it be that he had comprehended it when he was sent to the kitchen to wash the dishes?
Since he was awake, Sun Huan didn't waste any more time.
As expected, children should work harder!
Since that was the case, Sun Huan had something to do in the afternoon, so he asked Zhao Chu to follow him.
"Let's go. Follow me to the fields in the afternoon.”
"Get off the ground? What are you looking at?"
Ying Zheng's head was filled with question marks.
"What are you looking at? Work, of course! When I was your age, I was herding cows and cutting grass.”
Ying Zheng was stunned.
Work in the fields?
As the crown prince, you want me to graze the cows and cut the grass?
Do you dare to be any bolder?
Would he have to beg on the streets tomorrow?
Ying Zheng's face darkened again.
However, when he thought about City Lord Sun's mysterious divine item.
Ying Zheng soon calmed down.
Usually, he was used to being served, so he had never gone to the farmland to take a look.
Perhaps there would be some new discoveries this time.
"Fine! Let me get ready!"
Sun Huan pulled him away in annoyance.
Prepare a hammer!
Soon, the two of them arrived at the agricultural base northeast of Sun City.
Ying Zheng followed behind Sun Huan, looking at the surrounding scenery.
It was as if a new world had opened up.
She immediately turned into a curious baby and began to ask a hundred thousand questions.
"What is this?"
Ying Zheng asked as he secretly plucked one and hid it in his bosom.
"The corn can be cooked and eaten, or it can be made into popcorn. I don't have many varieties here. I originally had high-stalk corn and short-stalk corn, which are all used for eating.”
"Don't waste it. These are all treasures.”
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