I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

"What a pity, I can't meet little Han Xin."

Su Jinyue was wearing a purple robe and was leaning lazily on the bed, sighing with some regret.

"What a pity, I can't meet little Han Xin."

She picked up a bright red fruit and took a light bite. The juice overflowed and the sweet taste spread in her mouth. However, there was a hint of regret on her face.

That's Han Xin~

Han Xin in his youth...

Who doesn't want to bully a kid?

A few days ago, a letter came from Xianyang that Li Wanxi's pregnancy was unstable. Everyone who learned about this was very worried.

Haodadi even directly ordered Fusu to return and stay with Li Wanxi.

At the same time, a special person was sent back to take care of the pregnant concubines in the harem.

They are always more concerned about these upcoming new lives, because no one knows if any accidents will suddenly occur.

After all, they are characters that did not exist in the original history.

Therefore, after this series of changes, the originally planned things had to be carried out ahead of schedule.

He could only ask Fusu to ride at full speed and take a shortcut to pick up little Han Xin, keep him by his side, and cultivate a relationship with him.

"Master, is this strength okay?" Tan's gentle voice interrupted Su Jinyue's thoughts. She was carefully massaging Su Jinyue's legs, the strength of her hands just right, making Su Jinyue close her eyes comfortably.

"Yes, Tan, your craftsmanship has improved again."

Su Jinyue enjoyed Tan Rou's massage, looking through the car window at the ever-changing scenery outside.

As the convoy slowly moved forward, the scenery outside the window unfolded slowly like a series of different paintings.

At first, what comes into view is a dense forest. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.

From time to time, the clear chirping of birds can be heard in the forest, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet atmosphere.

Gradually, the woods were left behind and vast tracts of farmland appeared before our eyes.

The farmers were all busy. They wore conical hats and coarse linen clothes. Most of them were bent over while working, so their faces could not be seen clearly.

Occasionally, a few people would straighten up and wipe the sweat from their faces.

Su Jinyue was so excited that she picked up a pen and paper from the table and quickly wrote down the things that flashed through her mind.

Sickles, threshing machines, tamping machines...

She didn't care about the details and wrote whatever came to her mind. There were even some tools whose names she had only heard of.

There was no other way, she had to write down as much as possible while her memory was still there.

As for whether it can be done, we can only rely on people like Mohism and Gongshujia.

Perhaps, if some of these names were left behind, future generations would be able to research them earlier.

In a busy farmland, the shadow of a waterwheel occasionally flashes by.

Those water wheels stand quietly beside the stream, and the huge axles turn slowly under the push of the water flow, raising the clear stream water to a higher place and then introducing it into the farmland through the trough.

The waterwheel modified by Gongshu Yang and Mo Qi has an exquisite design and a simple and heavy appearance.

However, due to the differences in water volume and terrain in different places, although water wheels have been formed, their popularity is not as widespread as imagined.

In some places with fast-flowing water and sufficient water, water wheels operate well, providing a steady supply of water to the surrounding farmland, becoming a powerful assistant for farmers in irrigation.

But in other places, the water volume in the streams is now small, and the water wheels are turning slowly or even unable to operate normally. They can only sit idle and wait for the water level to rise.

There are also some areas with complex terrain where it is impossible to install water trucks.

Su Jinyue looked at the shadow of the waterwheel going away and quickly wrote the three big words "Ferris Wheel" on the notebook.

This opened up new ideas.

Roller coaster, bumper car, seesaw...

"Brush brush..."

Su Jinyue kept writing, and soon the notebook was filled with words.

"This love is really useful, Mo Xin and the others are really geniuses!"

Su Jinyue turned the pencil in her hand with satisfaction.

The pencil twirled between her thumb and index finger.

Clockwise and counterclockwise, challenge your little finger.

Success, hehe...

The carriage continued to move forward, and the farmland, farmers and water wheels were gradually left behind.

Su Jinyue put down the pen and paper, leaned back on the head of the bed, and her thoughts returned to little Han Xin.

I don’t know if the eldest brother can tolerate the arrogant personality of little Han Xin.

But she remembered that Han Xin was very pretentious when he was young.

"Sir, why do you want me to learn these?"

On the carriage heading west, Han Xin had a bitter face and looked at Fusu beside him in confusion.

Ever since he joined the guard, he has been well fed and well-dressed. His brothers have taken good care of him because of his young age, and Wei Langling has arranged less training for him than for others.

Naturally, he refused to accept it and had to grit his teeth every day to keep up with everyone's progress.

Fusu saw everything, but he had his own plans in mind.

According to the third sister, Han Xin was indeed a rare general and a military genius. He fought in many battles, but he was not a good man. He was arrogant because of his talent, but he was also sensitive, straightforward, and outspoken.

A gentleman carries things with great virtue.

He must teach the other party the principle of restraining his edge and being flexible on the outside and square on the inside.

After all, he didn't want the two of them to end up in the same situation as the emperor and his ministers in the early Han Dynasty.

He is not Liu Ji, and Han Xin will no longer be the same Han Xin.

"What? I just asked you to read the classics and history books once, and you don't even have the patience to do that?"

Fusu raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Xin below with amusement.

It's really interesting for a boy of this age to pretend to be an adult every day.

"No, I just think watching this is a waste of time."

Han Xin flipped the book in his hand in distress. He wanted to be a general, so he didn't want to read these nonsense such as "A gentleman respects the virtuous and tolerates the masses, praises the good and sympathizes with the incompetent."

Listen, being tolerant is the true virtue.

What is this all about?

He doesn't need anyone to teach him how to be a good person.

Fusu smiled and shook his head.

The child is impatient, and his temper still needs to be tempered...

"Read it again and make a copy."

"Ah?" Han Xin collapsed.

Fusu smirked, "This is an order!"

Han Xin could only reluctantly stand up and accept the order.

"Ha ha--"

Fusu was happy. This was probably the fun of teaching and educating people.

Hahaha--

He seemed to know why Chunyu Pushe was always so furious with his eighteenth brother. He turned his head and started to educate him again excitedly.

The other party's helpless look is really interesting.

"Those with great virtue shine brightly, while those with little virtue remain lowly."

"A gentleman takes from the abundant and gives to the scarce, and distributes things equally."

The clear voice of the young man reading spread from the carriage to all directions, along the official road, all the way west.

"This sentence is wrong, read it again."

"I understand, Master."

The little boy tilted his head back and obediently read the words in the book again.

Ziying nodded in satisfaction to express his satisfaction.