Chapter 78: Like three idiots!

He vaguely remembered that the intelligence mentioned a new type of agricultural tool called the curved plow, which was said to be able to greatly improve farming efficiency when used with farmyard manure.

However, he did not take it seriously at first, and now that he heard it again from Sima Feng, he doubted its authenticity even more.

Even if this thing really exists, its effect is probably not as magical as it is touted to be.

Although he had doubts in his heart, Ying Zheng understood that no matter whether it was true or false, only by seeing it with his own eyes could he find out the truth.

The legendary curved plow made him want to verify it himself.

Even if it cannot be doubled as others say, even if it is only one-tenth or one-twentieth, it is enough to be gratifying.

Ying Zheng secretly approved of the actions of Shisan'er. At least he did make some contributions in certain aspects.

His thoughts were like shooting stars across the sky, and he realized that Sima Feng might not be able to provide anything more substantial.

As the emperor of the Qin Dynasty, Ying Zheng knew that everything had to be witnessed and experienced with his own eyes.

In his eyes, the so-called curved plow that could double farming efficiency, the carpentry skills that were better than those of the Mohist wizards, and the miracle of producing thousands of kilograms of grain per mu were nothing but exaggerated boasting.

If he had not been clear about the Great Qin Empire, he would have been deceived by these fantastic words.

Ying Zheng then stood up, clapped his hands, and spoke with a hint of teasing and determination.

"Alright, kid, that's enough for today. I have something important to do. I'll listen to your details another day."

Before he finished speaking, he was ready to leave.

Sima Feng became extremely anxious upon seeing this, and emphasized with a red face.

"Please don't leave. You promised me that if you answer the questions, you can get three dou of rice from me."

Ying Zheng was slightly stunned, then smiled calmly and motioned Dahei and Xiaohei to come forward and collect the rice.

As an emperor, he would certainly not lose his trust with the people over just a few buckets of rice.

Sima Feng heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the three people did not leave. He scooped three dou of rice and gave it to Xiao Hei, while insisting that they sign and seal the contract.

The First Emperor was curious about this and asked, "Do we need to sign and seal our names?"

"On this street, there are only a few people who can read and write. How many of them can even write their own names?"

Sima Feng explained: "Mr. Thirteen has already thought of everything. Illiterate people only need to report their names and I will write them down for them. I only need to press my fingerprints."

"He said that the patterns on each person's handprint are just like their unique names. There is no other person with the same patterns in the entire city of Xianyang."

"If someone claims the money falsely in the future, this can be used to quickly verify it."

The First Emperor was skeptical.

"The lines on my hands have such magical effects?"

"Also, don't you decide the priority of succession to the title based on how much food is distributed?"

“Why don’t you let people get more?”

Upon hearing this, Sima Feng glanced at the First Emperor in confusion, thinking that this old man seemed to be having a hard time understanding the situation.

"Do you think the Thirteenth Young Master is so easy to fool? He was prepared, so he asked for a signature."

"The regulations clearly state that each person can only receive one dou per month, and any form of repeated receipt is strictly prohibited, which is what you call 'brushing orders'." The new words "palmprint recognition" and "brushing orders" left Ying Zheng confused. He wanted to continue asking, but Sima Feng did not give him a chance to speak.

Sima Feng waved his hands and said helplessly: "Alas, there are still many things you don't know, old man. Let's go to the street and take a look."

"I don't know where you came from. Although you are well dressed, you need to improve your brain. You can't keep up with the rapid development of our Great Qin!"

As he spoke, Sima Feng pulled out a palm-sized white object from under the table. When folded, it was about the size of the table top and he slowly spread it out.

It was a new piece of white paper, clean and smooth.

"Can you write? If you can, just write your name and you can go."

Sima Feng urged, the white paper in his hand seemed to carry the mark of the new era of Daqin.

The silk paper was as smooth as a mirror, with the names of the people who collected the rice densely written on it. Most of them were also stamped with bright red handprints, which silently revealed that most of them might be illiterate.

However, Qin Shihuang's focus at the moment was not here.

Ever since Sima Feng carefully took out the piece of paper, Qin Shihuang's eyes were attracted by a magnet and were fixed on it.

When the paper was fully unfolded, Qin Shihuang's eyes widened like bells and his face was full of astonishment.

He stared at Sima Feng and asked, "Are you crazy? This is too extravagant!"

"Even the royal family may not be willing to use more than a few sheets of this fine silk paper in ten years!"

"You actually used it to record the names of the people who collected rice?!"

"This piece of paper is worth so much rice!"

The First Emperor opened his eyes wide with an expression of disbelief as he stared at the silk paper. He then turned to look at Sima Feng and shouted at him harshly.

The two personal guards following behind him - Dahei and Xiaohei - also looked extremely shocked.

As frequent visitors to the palace, they knew very well that this top-grade silk paper with a warm color and excellent texture was only used once a year by the emperor in the sacred edict during the ancestor worship ceremony.

And now, Sima Feng was so generous as to place it on the table and use it for such ordinary trivial matters!
The three were beyond words in their shock at Sima Feng's actions. In their eyes, it was simply a luxurious waste of resources.

At the same time, facing the unanimous surprise of the three people, Sima Feng was also quite surprised.

What's the big deal? Are these three guys' brains rusty?
After a moment, Sima Feng seemed to have realized something. He looked at the three people in front of him one by one, his eyes revealing scrutiny and confusion, as if he was looking at three "retards".

The scene was extremely awkward at this time, and everyone looked at each other!

That’s not right. It should be that the three of them were looking Sima Feng up and down.

Sima Feng naturally did not retreat and stared at the three people.

At this moment, the Emperor Qin Shihuang and the other two were filled with only heartache.

The white paper that they usually don't want to use is now filled with the names of civilians written in scribbled characters. How can they not feel distressed?
When you have your own ancestor worship ceremony, it has to be a large-scale ceremony, only then will the names of your ancestors be written on a piece of white paper.

You even have to write it yourself using the most precious pen and ink, carefully using small seal characters, and you have to be extremely pious in your heart!
Now, look what happens, you, a bastard from the Wei Tinghou family, who is almost the same as a commoner, have wasted such top-quality white paper.

Suddenly, a hint of murderous intent flashed across the First Emperor's eyes. Very bad, Wei Tinghou!
When I return to the palace, I will definitely drag you to the palace and make you kneel down to reflect on what mistakes you have made and how you taught your son.

If you can't figure it out, just keep kneeling for me!

(End of this chapter)