I lead the system to tease the First Emperor to build infrastructure

Sun Cheng followed Ying Zheng back in a daze.

Although he was puzzled, this trip was not completely fruitless.

His Majesty's mood seemed much calmer, and the atmosphere in the hall was finally not so oppressive.

In any case, as long as the king is happy, his life will be much easier.

After returning from Zhao Jun, Ying Zheng also felt that he was in a much better mood.

He attributed this to the fact that with a capable minister like Mr. Zhao, it is just around the corner to bring peace to the world, so he would be happy.

Jun Zhao also heaved a sigh of relief after dealing with him.

It's better not to ask the crime, otherwise it will be troublesome for her to explain.

Afterwards, Jun Zhao seldom stayed in Zhiyang Palace, and she spent the past few days studying textile machines with Juzi at the Mohist School.

The structure of that old-fashioned loom is not complicated.

Because they are all made of wood and are purely handmade, the operation is of course not as convenient as the current machine, and the procedure is a little complicated.

However, this is already the simplest, spinning cotton should not be a problem.

It took Juzi a few days to make it according to the drawings.

"My lord, you can see that it's done. It's so complicated that it's not complicated, but it's a bit big."

Juzi was still talking with his dark eyes shining.

Zhao Jun looked at the wooden shelf in front of him and nodded.

When she looked at the drawings, she knew that this thing was not small.

Because it requires several people to work together, and the cotton needs to be spun into threads first, and then manually operated one by one to weave into cloth.

She thought about the weaving operation of this loom, and she probably couldn't be so careful anyway.

In short, the thing has been made, and later I will go to Beidi to train the usage of this thing.

"It's done, Juzi has worked hard."

She had dealt with Juzi a lot, and her tone was already very familiar.

"It's nothing, it should." He scratched his head with a silly smile.

"But there is one thing. I will get this thing to the Northland in the future, and make it in large quantities. I definitely can't make it in Xianyang and send it there. I can only go to the Northland to find craftsmen there."

"Can ordinary craftsmen look at such drawings and make them?"

With so many looms of this size, they certainly cannot be sent from Xianyang.

She has never found a carpenter outside, so she doesn't know if this thing is difficult to make.

Juzi replied quickly.

"No problem, this thing is not difficult, I will explain it on your drawings later, ordinary carpenters can do it."

"That's fine, then I'll trouble you."

The matter of the textile machine has been settled, but I am afraid that we will have to wait until we go to the Northland to find out when we actually use it.

It's already mid-July now, and I guess I have to leave in early September.

She still sent a letter to the Northland first, asking the house to be built first, and then send the drawings to make it first.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be too late to do these when she goes.

Zhao Jun came out of the workshop, thinking about one thing after another with his fingers.

Just as she was about to leave the palace and return to the road to the palace of the Six Kingdoms, she saw several people walking by from a distance.

Zhao Jun stopped and squinted his eyes. The man standing in the middle seemed to be an acquaintance.

Hmph, isn't that Mr. Changping?

The man not far away seemed to have seen her too, but he didn't intend to come over to say hello.

Zhao Jun stayed for a while and then left.

Why did Mr. Changping appear in the palace at this time, and he was still there.

That location is not close to Yingzheng's front hall, but close to the harem.

Could it be that Ying Zheng agreed with him to come to see Mrs. Chu?

Mr. Changping did come to see Mrs. Chu.

He had just arrived when Zhao Jun saw him.

Xiong Qi didn't care about meeting Zhao Jun just now.

At this time, he was talking in Mrs. Chu's palace.

"Sister, this is a special product of Chu State sent by my family. It is a taste of my hometown. I just thought of going to the palace to give you some."

Xiong Qi handed a box to Mrs. Chu.

But the finger tapped lightly on the box.

He only came here on the excuse of delivering things, and he couldn't stay for a long time, and some things were hard to say in the palace, who knew if there would be ears beside the wall.

He motioned lightly with his eyes, Madam Chu nodded knowingly and put away the things.

Afterwards, the two of them said a few inconspicuous homework, and Mr. Changping left.

Chu Rong looked at the back of Mr. Changping leaving until he could no longer see him.

Only when she sees Mr. Changping can she feel that she is from Chu.

In the middle of the night, Chu Rongping retreated all the servants, hid in the house, opened the contents of the box by the dim candlelight.

That is a letter.

Qiaoqiao, my son, I haven't seen you for a long time. I wonder if everything is fine with you in Qin.

It was a letter from his mother, and Mr. Changping actually brought a letter from his mother.

Chu Rong was on the verge of tears looking at the familiar font.

It's been a long time since anyone called her by her nickname.

Now that the situation is tense, the King of Qin continues to conquer the world, and the future of Chu State depends on you alone.

Now that the army of Qin State is on the border of Wei State, it is feared that Wei State will soon be destroyed. Your father fears that Chu will be next.

Qiaoqiao, my son, although you are in Longtan now, you may not be able to do something earth-shattering.

Fu Su is the eldest son of King Qin, and he has a good reputation. If Yingzheng dies of illness, he will help Su succeed to the throne.

Fusu is good-natured, and has the state of Chu as a foreign relative. If he succeeds to the throne, the world will be peaceful and the war will stop.

As a mother, I know that this is difficult, but I must do my best for the future of Chu State, and Lord Changping will also help you.

Kill Yingzheng, help Su succeed to the throne, you are the queen mother, Chu is the relative of the state, the world is peaceful, bow your head and proclaim your minister.

Chu Rong looked at the words on the letter quietly, unable to believe that this was what her mother wanted to say to her.

However, she held the paper tightly.

But mother's words are too tempting, she wants to live like that.

Chu Rong closed his eyes and recalled everything he had experienced since he came to Qin.

Ying Zheng is strong, and there is no girl who does not admire being strong when she is young.

She was briefly tempted, but soon saw through Ying Zheng's ruthless nature.

But it doesn't matter that she has Fusu, and with Fusu, she no longer expects Ying Zheng's eyes to stay on herself.

She gave all her love to Fusu.

But as Fusu grew up, her only son couldn't stay with her.

In the end she still had nothing.

Tears that have endured for more than ten years are falling angrily at this moment.

Why can Zhao Jun's life be in her own hands, but mine can't.

At this moment, the last bit of tenderness in her heart was gone.

She will no longer have any expectations of Ying Zheng.

Even if you try your best, you have to win for yourself once.

She wiped away the tears that fell involuntarily, and her usually gentle face showed a bit of determination.

She looked at the familiar font on the letter, which was the epitome of a happy childhood.

But soon.

The crumpled letter was placed on the faint candle flame.

The good childhood is gone, she can only fight for a happy future by herself.

You see, even if the candle is weak, it can easily burn thin paper.

Fusu, mother puts all her hopes on you this time.