Traveling through the Qin Dynasty, I seized the throne of Ying Zheng's father

Li Xin was also a man with ideals and ambitions. Although he was a general for so many years and could not be considered compassionate, he did have sympathy. Moreover, he was a general of Qin and had a special sense of belonging to the Qin State. He understood that if he could really develop this land that could be harvested three times a year, what would it mean to the Qin State and to the people of the world...

Of course, more importantly...it means a lot to myself too!

Now, when people mention me, they will think of the 200,000 Qin troops who invaded Chu and were defeated by Xiang Yan because of their carelessness and underestimated the enemy. This incident has been like a huge rock weighing on my heart for ten years...

If I can accomplish this, and pass it down to future generations, perhaps my life will have an additional achievement...

Li Xin still attaches great importance to his reputation after death. One reason is for himself, and the other is... he can't let future generations be disgraced by him...

When talking about my ancestor, I always have to accomplish something...

......

"Hahahaha, great! General Li, I really wasn't wrong about you!"

As he spoke, Fusu handed a scroll that he had prepared long ago to Li Xin....

Originally he wrote it on bamboo slips, but thinking that it would be difficult to carry it over long distances, he copied it onto a leather scroll....

"If we want to develop the land that can produce three crops a year, we must solve the miasma in Lingnan. Artemisia annua is very effective in treating malaria. You can take it to Zhao Tuo and ask him to prescribe the right medicine if he finds anyone with malaria."

"Yes!"

Li Xin got the leather scroll and was very excited...

"Okay. Go ahead."

Fusu waved his hand.

Li Xin turned around and was about to leave. Just as he was about to leave the room, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and he stopped and turned to look at Fusu...

"What? General Li, is there anything else?"

Fusu looked at Li Xin curiously.

Li Xin frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment and said, "Young Master, you said there is a lot of miasma in Lingnan. I wonder how big the scale of this miasma is?"

"That's natural. Otherwise, why would I ask you to deliver Artemisia annua?"

Li Xin frowned even deeper: "If there is so much miasma... Young Master, is there any miasma in the land where crops are harvested three times a year? If it affects the planting..."

Li Xin's words woke Fusu up like a huge bell...

Yup!

The Lingnan area is now full of miasma and is still in an undeveloped state. Even if you want to develop it on a large scale for farming, it is not realistic... This miasma is a problem that must be solved...

Although Artemisia annua is very effective in treating malaria, current means cannot extract artemisinin, and it is impossible to achieve the more direct therapeutic effect of later generations.

Moreover, this thing is at most a therapeutic drug and cannot solve the problem from the root.

If land development is carried out on a large scale, everyone will fall ill, and it will be useless even if they are cured....

"The eldest son?"

Seeing Fusu remained silent for a long time, Li Xin couldn't help but speak...

"Have it!"

At this time, Fusu thought of a way, and immediately found a leather scroll and wrote furiously...

After a moment, Fusu handed the scroll to Li Xin.

"Just ask Zhao Tuo to act according to the instructions on this scroll."

Fusu was very confident.

.....

Li Xin is gone.

Looking at Li Xin's departing back, Fusu stared for a while, then returned to his seat...

.....

The next day.

Zhang Han wakes up.

After Zhang Han woke up, he couldn't wait to enter the palace...

"Eldest Young Master!"

"Young Master!!!"

Outside the door, Zhang Han's voice sounded...

Fusu is taking a nap now.

Who can resist getting up early in the morning to go to court?

So now Fusu has developed the habit of taking naps. It's just like going to work in the previous life, punching in the morning, idling through the day, taking a nap at noon, this is already considered diligent...

"Come in!"

Fusu woke up and stretched.