What should I do if I am beheaded by the First Emperor at the beginning?

Chen Ke, who promoted this scientific and technological revolution, was sitting in his mansion at this time, leisurely eating the food that Zhisu Naishi sent over this morning.

On his plate was a bunch of fruit from the Western Regions—grapes.

Originally, this was used as a good seed, but now Zhisu Neishi has thoroughly researched things. Several old men in the farm family not only planted grapes from the Western Regions in Daqin, but even hybridized and bred some new varieties.

One thing to say, Chen Ke was quite surprised when he heard about this.

At that time, the person who governed Su Neishi came to him and said that some old men from the farm seemed to have come up with something new, and they didn't know what was going on, so they asked him to take a look.

He went to take a look and realized that it was a hybrid.

Of course, it is not the common hybridization of later generations, but an initial hybridization, simply inserting one variety on another.

Chen Ke didn't know how those people in the farm did it, but he was a little emotional.

Even without him, maybe Daqin's people can come up with all kinds of new technologies, as long as he gives an idea.

Now, even without him in the future, he can rest assured.

Of course, what he feels most at this moment is that he doesn't need to "invent" all kinds of things in the future, he just needs to say what he wants, and the people below will naturally study it.

Maybe at the beginning, I would ask him what was going on during the research.

But the more time goes by, the more confident these people will be, and the more they will know. Slowly, Daqin's "technology", "scientific research" and "science" fields can gradually develop.

Only in that way can a solid foundation be laid for the future Daqin.

Chen Ke picked up the paperwork in his hand and looked at it while eating the fruit.

This is a document sent by Yang Tianyi. It can be seen that the handwriting on the document is rather flustered, as if it was written in a certain extremely tense environment.

The content on it is full of tears and blood, explaining everything that happened after I went to Kuaiji County.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

Chen Ke's fingers tapped on the table, making a dull sound, the voice was not hurried, as if thinking about something.

After a while, Chen Ke stood up: "Prepare the car, I want to enter the palace to see His Majesty."

The time has come, and it is time to see if there are enough fish in the net. If there are enough, it is time to make Kuaiji County sunny again, and then make some preparations before the battle.

The land of Baiyue, at least half of the land of Baiyue must be taken.

Baijiagongzhong
Palace of Philosophy

Zheng Taidong sat in the palace, looked at the homework in front of him with a gentle expression, and said leisurely and emotionally: "My son, look at the homework of these students, and you will know how to perfuse me one by one."

"Don't you know that it's useless to perfunctory me. If you fail the final exam, how can your majesty let them pass the selection and enter the imperial court?"

The young man named Zizai also smiled leisurely. He is a Ph.D. from the Palace of Philosophy and also a reincarnated disciple of Zhuangzi.

So it looks very calm.

"Brother Ziku, why do you care so much about them?"

"Just let it be."

Yan Zhengchun looked at Zheng Taidong and said: "You, since you have entered the Palace of Philosophy, you should learn from our Taoist demeanor. The theories of the sage Laozi and the ancestor Zhuangzi can solve your current troubles."

Zheng Taidong shook his head, with worry in his expression: "I'm just afraid that these young people will regret it in the future, and I'm also afraid that they won't be able to cultivate talents for His Majesty."

He looked at Yan Zhengchun and said: "Your Majesty is tolerant, regardless of the previous mistakes of our Baijia, let us enter the Baijia Palace, so that we can not only pass on our own theory, but also educate our children."

"We must serve His Majesty, and strive to cultivate a group of talents who can do their best for His Majesty."

Yan Zhengchun yawned when he heard this, and said indifferently: "Oh, since Your Majesty allows us to come, you should know that our Taoism is this kind of virtue."

"Everything just goes with the flow, why bother with so much?"

Yan Zhengchun looked at Zheng Taidong and said: "It's you who is suffering, why think so much? Whether it's the things in front of you or the things in the past, it's over when it's over, don't worry about it, don't get confused."

"The past cannot be pursued, so why bother to be attached to it?"

Zheng Taidong shook his head slightly, and just said: "As a Confucian disciple, I naturally have to bear the mistakes made by Confucianism at the beginning, and strive to improve the impression of Confucianism in Your Majesty's heart. This is my impression as a Confucian disciple."

Yan Zhengchun laughed out loud after hearing this, and just said: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

He stood up, looked at Yan Zhengchun staggeringly and said, "Then I wish Brother Ziku that he can achieve his wish."

After finishing speaking, he walked outside. At this time, outside the Palace of Philosophy Palace, it was a beautiful day with grass growing and warblers flying, and the sun above his head was not too harsh, nor was it considered a pastime.

It's warm and feels like spring.

The main palace of the Palace of Philosophy has not been exposed to the sun too much, so it looks a bit dark and cold.

Standing outside the main palace, Yan Zhengchun felt the sun shining on him, and couldn't help saying: "This sun is so warm."

After that, he staggered away.

Zheng Taidong looked at Yan Zhengchun's voice, and sighed helplessly, "Zizai is still like this, but I don't know when it will change."

After finishing speaking, I continued to correct the homework in my hand.

At this time, Yan Zhengchun, who had walked out of the Palace of Philosophy, walked slowly on the road to Baijia Palace, with sleepiness on his face.

Walking along the way, the students he met all saluted him one after another, and he didn't return the salute, just nodded casually and continued walking forward.

The students didn't care too much. After all, they could enter the Philosophy Palace because they knew that Yan Zhengchun was Zhuangzi's reincarnated disciple, so it was normal to have these unrestrained and informal behaviors.

After all, Lin Jing, the disciple of Zhuangzi and the teacher of Yan Zhengchun, was also like that. Not only did he not feel sad and painful after his father died, but he showed his breasts and played music in front of his father's grave.

Afterwards, he went to live in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests incognito. Even if His Majesty the First Emperor asked hundreds of families to come out of the mountain last time, Lin Jing didn't come out, but sent his only apprentice.

After Yan Zhengchun came, he didn't shy away from this matter, and even felt like he was publicizing it. In addition, some of Yan Zhengchun's later behaviors were indeed a bit dissolute.

Gradually, everyone got used to it.

"Brother Ziyou, brother Ziyou?"

"Is Brother Ziyou here?"

In the room, Yan Kong sighed while holding his forehead, and could only reply: "Yes, come in quickly."

Yan Zhengchun, who was outside the door, walked in with a smile, and sat down in front of Yan Kong as soon as he came in, in a very unsightly posture.

"Brother Ziyou, do you have any opinion on Prime Minister Chen?"

"Otherwise, why don't you use the chair invented by the prime minister?"

Yan Zhengchun complained unceremoniously, and the words of the complaint made people feel a little frightened.

PS: la la la la, I dare not ask for a monthly pass this month because the update is not good enough, and I will try to update it next month~ I hope everyone can give me a monthly pass next month, Modo Modo.