my grandfather was qin shi huang

The First Emperor's attitude towards the young master Ying made him more and more uneasy.

But obviously, none of the four people in front of him would pay attention to his thoughts. At this time, several people were walking in this beautiful countryside.

Around them, not far away, were a group of elite mysterious warriors.

Since the First Emperor was assassinated one after another, every time the First Emperor went out, he would bring enough escorts with him to carry out strict investigation and protection.

"This year the weather has been good and the land is moist. If we farm in time, next year it will be another good harvest..."

Looking at the people plowing in the fields in twos and threes, Wang Jian stroking his beard and holding his hands behind his back, like an old farmer in the field, introduced today's moisture situation with great interest.

Qin Shihuang smiled and nodded in response.

"I have read the situation reported by the land certificates in various places. Except for the drought in Hanoi County, autumn rains have occurred in other places. The soil moisture is indeed good, and the farming situation is much better than last year. Almost [-]% of the land has been Farming completed..."

Tian Dian was an official in charge of farmland cultivation in the Qin Dynasty. At the end of August every year, he had to report various agricultural data truthfully and on time, including rain conditions, farming conditions, crop growth, earing land area, and whether it had been cultivated or not cultivated. The amount of land, and whether it has encountered various other natural disasters, etc.

The details of the terms and conditions and the depth of the investigation are astonishing.

The imperial court will not only use this data to evaluate officials, but will also use this data to verify and formulate tax standards for the coming year.

During this period, Zhao Ying took the time to read through the works of Legalists, Mohists, and Nongjia. He had already passed the state of things that he had taken for granted when he first traveled through time.

At this time, several people happened to walk to a field that was being plowed.

Looking at the old farmer who was holding the ox, holding the plow, and rolling up his trouser legs, the First Emperor suddenly felt something in his heart. He glanced at his grandson who was supporting him beside him and stopped.

Look around.

"Two old generals, are you interested in plowing a few times with me..."

"I'm very happy to tell you the truth. What I'm good at is not fighting, but farming. If I don't farm for a year, my hands will feel itchy..."

Wang Jian happily took off his coat and rolled up his trousers.

"Haha - you are still the best at farming, that's all the work I left behind..."

Meng Wu said as he rolled up his trousers.

The plow used to plow the land in the Qin Dynasty was still the traditional and backward two oxen.

The so-called two oxen pulling a plow means two oxen pulling a plow.

This kind of plow has straight plowshares.

The depth of breaking the soil is not enough. In order to ensure the depth of plowing, a person needs to squat on the crossbar above the plowshare to press down. This invisibly increases the difficulty of breaking the ground again.

Therefore, such a plowshare generally requires two oxen to pull it. Including the oxen and the plow helper, if you want to plow the field, you need two oxen and four people...

Although Zhao Ying already knew this kind of plowshare from farmers' books, this was the first time he saw the real thing after traveling through time.

The First Emperor rolled up his trouser legs, rolled up his sleeves, and held the plow himself. Wang Jian and Meng Wu, old enemies, held up a cow alone. Zhao Ying looked at it and jumped on the crossbar above the plowshare very consciously. Rod.

He is now over 1.8 meters tall, tall and burly, weighing more than 180 kilograms. When he jumped up, the plowshare suddenly dropped by three points.

The two old cows could hardly pull it anymore.

"Drive - oh oh oh -"

During the Qin Dynasty, the land was intertwined with streets. One acre of land was 240 steps long, and each step was six feet long. Each foot is approximately equal to 23 centimeters today!

Converted to today's data, a piece of land is more than 330 meters long.

Holding a plow is really not an easy job, especially when a straight-shaft plow is used, which is even more tiring. With the current physique of the First Emperor, how could he withstand it?

As soon as I reached the middle of the field, I was too tired to keep up.

Seeing that the First Emperor was sweating on his temples and his breath was somewhat scattered, Zhao Ying jumped down from the crossbar with a smile, walked to the First Emperor, and grabbed it without any explanation.

"Father, please rest first, I'll come..."

The First Emperor allowed his grandson to snatch the plow from his hand, and while raising his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he laughed and cursed.

"You're a bastard who doesn't know anything about farming. How can you plow the land without someone pressing it..."

Well, in the middle of the sentence, I couldn't continue because Zhao Ying grabbed the handrail with one hand and with a little force, the plowshare went down a lot.

First Emperor:……

I forgot how powerful this bitch is!

With Zhao Ying joining in, the two cows became much more lively, and after a while, they were going back and forth.

Go to the end of the field and throw down the plow.

Zhao Ying complained with a smile.

"Who designed this plow? It's really difficult to use. It's so good. Why not make the shaft curved? It would be more laborious to plow the ground..."

"It's full of nonsense - cough, it's made into a song. How did you do it?"

The First Emperor was about to scold him for not understanding farming, but suddenly the words came to his lips and he changed his mind.

He thought of the Huangsun Mo and Huangsun Che he had just seen.

What if this bitch has a sudden idea and does something else?

Zhao Ying pretended not to hear, looked around, stretched out his hand and pulled the long sword hanging from Zhao Gao's waist. He carried it like a branch and roughly drew the shape of a curved shaft plow on the ground.

Zhao Gao: ...

He almost fell out on the spot.

As a world-famous swordsman, he regarded his long sword as life. He never imagined that one day, someone would use it as a branch.

It's tolerable, who--

No one has to endure it!

After taking a look at the First Emperor, Wang Jian and Meng Wu who were squatting next to Zhao Ying with great interest, he calmly swallowed his anger.

"Does this stuff work for you?"

Looking at the strange-looking plow in front of him, the First Emperor asked with some uncertainty.

He looked at Zhao Ying, wanting to gain some confidence from Zhao Ying.

Who knows, Zhao Ying clapped his hands very simply, shook his hands and threw the long sword to Zhao Gao. Zhao Gao hurriedly took his sword and wiped the dirt on it with a distressed look on his face.

"Whether it works or not, it doesn't matter. You will know if you try it..."

First Emperor:……

Why do I want to beat him so much!

"Go and try—"

The First Emperor glanced at Zhao Gao, who was holding the clothes and waiting on the side, and waved his hand casually.

"promise--"

Zhao Gao carefully observed the sketch on the ground and drew it with his sword, keeping it firmly in his mind, and then quickly walked into the farm.

There are no ready-made craftsmen or drawings in this farm of Zhao Ying's family. It doesn't take long to build a mere curved shaft plow with all the effort.

Just as the First Emperor was sitting on the edge of the field, basking in the sun and chatting, Zhao Gao hurried back over there carrying a plow.

"Your Majesty, please take a look——"