Ying Zheng quickly put the model of the curved plow into his sleeves, along with the previous horseshoes and stirrups.

But Chen Hengzhi stood up, picked up a piece of ink, poured a little water into the inkstone, grinded it for a while, then picked up a brush, and started writing on the rice paper on the table.

"The Qin Dynasty has eternal times!"

After finishing writing, he put down his writing and then looked at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng stood up with a sudden sigh, his eyes widened, and he trembled and said, "This...this...what is this?"

There were storms here, and with his intelligence, he immediately saw the meaning of Chen Hengzhi when he wrote just now.

Nowadays, the entire Qin Dynasty used bamboo slips and knives to record the characters. Therefore, officials who specialize in recording historical books are called "knife and pen officials".

A bamboo slip about a foot long and two fingers wide can at most be engraved with fifty characters. A memorial presented to the First Emperor by local officials requires dozens of bamboo slips to form a bamboo slip book.

Every day, Ying Zheng needed a special hall to place the bamboo slips that he needed to handle the official office, commonly known as "a lot of oxen".

It means that the cattle used to pull bamboo slips must sweat; buildings are also houses!

It is conceivable how precious and inconvenient knowledge is now.

Hearing Ying Zheng’s question, Chen Hengzhi explained to him: “The pen is made of bamboo, wolf hair or rabbit hair, and is used for writing;

Ink, made of tobacco, glue, etc., for writing;

Inkstones, carved from strange stones, are used to hold ink;

Paper, made of straw pulp, is used for writing, printing text, etc.

I have compiled the specific production method into a book. You can take it back later and ask someone to follow the steps written above to make it."

After saying that, he handed him a thick booklet.

Ying Zheng quickly took it respectfully, with an extremely solemn expression, as if he was welcoming a rare treasure.

Only Chen Hengzhi's voice could be heard: "In this book, in addition to recording the production methods of horseshoes, stirrups, curved plows, and pens, inkstones, paper and inkstones, there is also movable type printing technology."

Ying Zheng was completely numb, and he asked blankly: "Sir, what is movable type printing?"

Chen Hengzhi took out a lead type on the table, dipped it ink from the inkstone, and printed it on the paper, and the word "Qin" appeared.

He said: "You see, this is movable type. Carve all the commonly used characters into modules, pick them out when they need to be used, arrange them according to templates, apply ink, and print them into books on paper. They can be used for large-scale printing and binding into books, so that reading is no longer the patent of a few people, and that everyone can read and read and read."

Ying Zheng asked numbly: "What about the cost of these objects?"

Chen Hengzhi thought for a while and said, "It's very cheap, it's more convenient than bamboo slips; it's more expensive than silk silk."

Ying Zheng's eyes lit up and he replied, "In this way, this is a great thing that benefits the country and the people!"

He had already thought that with these powerful tools, he could transform with great fanfare, and he had a better way to deal with the remnants of the six kingdoms.

In an instant, countless thoughts emerged in his mind.

At this time, Chen Hengzhi waved his hand again, and three boxes appeared on the floor in front of the two, containing dozens of kilograms of sweet potatoes, corn and potatoes.

He said to Ying Zheng: "These three things were obtained when I traveled before; after planting verification, corn and potatoes can produce more than a thousand kilograms per mu, and sweet potatoes can produce more than a thousand kilograms per mu. I believe that with the wisdom of the Qin Emperor, we should know that these three items will help the Qin Dynasty and the whole world!"

Chen Hengzhi took out these epoch-making things just to see where this world will go without Ying Zheng’s death, not for anything else, but for the Chinese people in this world, they can live a better life, that’s all.

After hearing this, Ying Zheng stood up, and didn't even bother to hit the table. He touched the box containing the sweet potatoes and potatoes with his hand and said tremblingly: "Sir... do this seriously?"

Chen Hengzhi nodded slightly and said, "It's true!"

Ying Zheng quickly opened the box, took out a fist-sized potato, and asked, "Sir, how should this thing be planted and how should it be eaten?"

Chen Hengzhi glanced at him and said, "The book I gave you is written in. You can tell if you go back and take a look."

Ying Zheng touched the book on his chest and nodded heavily, "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely read it at night after I go back, so as not to let my husband down."

Chen Hengzhi raised his eyebrows and said, "It's good that you're happy."

For a moment, the field fell into inexplicable silence, and only the scent of tea in the air drifted everywhere.

Suddenly, Ying Zheng looked up and asked hoarsely, "Sir, will he have a return date?"

Chen Hengzhi shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

Ying Zheng had a expressionless face and said, "After this farewell, Zhao Zheng wished Mr. Zhao a good journey and all his wishes came true!"

Chen Hengzhi nodded: "The Emperor of Qin is also taking care of himself. If the two smugglers are not guilty of serious crimes, please save their lives!"

Ying Zheng replied: "I will keep them safe and happy for the rest of their lives!"

Chen Hengzhi glanced at him: "Good! Also, the two little girls Lu Zhi and Lu Su, please take care of Qin Huang!"

Ying Zheng looked at him in surprise, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and said, "If you have any intention, why not take them away."

Chen Hengzhi shook his head and said, "No, I have decided not to live forever and never be distracted from the love affairs of men and women."

Ying Zheng exclaimed: "Sir, I am so courageous. I will ask Fusu to take good care of them."

Silence for a while.

Ying Zheng said: "I am busy with state affairs, so I will say goodbye first."

Chen Hengzhi said silently: "Okay!"

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After Ying Zheng pounced down, Chen Hengzhi drove the Eternal Palace to fly high, flying higher and higher, and farther and farther away. In the eyes of the people on the ground, there was only a black spot left, and finally disappeared.

Ying Zheng raised his head and looked at the disappearing Eternal Palace, feeling mixed emotions.

Although Chen Hengzhi's appearance has helped him a lot to some extent.

However, how could His Majesty Ying Zheng, the first emperor of the Qin Dynasty, tolerate the existence of a mountain above his head?

Ying Zheng had long tried every means to remove or expel Chen Hengzhi.

only.

Before he could think of a way, Chen Hengzhi left by himself.

For a moment, Ying Zheng's heart was empty, as if he had lost something important.

Chen Hengzhi no longer knew what happened in the world of "Mythology", and even if he knew, he would not care.
Chapter completed!