Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

"It's such a waste of money to throw such a precious item in this box at random!"

Ying Zheng picked up the glass with a look of pity, then put it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

Feeling the smooth touch of the cup, and the crystal clear glass, as if looking at a rare treasure.

In fact, for Ying Zheng, such a treasure is indeed a rare treasure.

But to Zhao Che, this is just a worthless glass.

"This thing is for drinking water, and the price is not expensive, five yuan each, I still have a lot here, if you want it, daddy, I'll give you a few more!"

As Zhao Che said, he rummaged a few times at random, and found out various styles of glasses.

There is even a set of very exquisite small wine glasses, all made of glass.

Seeing this scene, Ying Zheng's face froze immediately, and the glass in his hand felt bad in an instant.

Co-authoring such a precious treasure in my own eyes, in Zhao Che's place, is it directly about the box?
Thinking back to the last time, among the rewards I sent to Zhao Che, there were a few glazed products that I regarded as treasures.

At this moment, even though Ying Zheng's face had already been tempered, he couldn't help but feel the burning pain.

"Ahem...Che'er, where did you get these glazed items? They're not cheap, are they?"

Ying Zheng changed the subject decisively, and quietly put the glass in his hand aside with disgust.

"This thing is not worth much, and it can be fired at any time. By the way, Dad, I said I would give you a set of drinking utensils, but I forgot. I will bring it to you later!"

"Cough cough!"

Now Ying Zheng really confirmed that things like Liuli might really be worthless to Zhao Che.

Not to mention, even Ying Zheng didn't have much feeling for the glass that was regarded as a treasure just now.

After all, no matter what it is, the most important thing is that rare things are more expensive.

In the past, colored glaze was very difficult to fire, and the production process was extremely difficult, so it was sought after by people, and even Ying Zheng loved it very much.

But now, a cup that Zhao Che casually took out can instantly kill your Liuli, so what's the comparison?
Ying Zheng planned to have someone take out all the glazed products in his private treasury after he went back later, and throw them away. Such cheap goods are not worthy of appearing in his small treasury.

"Although this glazed cup is good, it can only be used as a cup after all. Is there anything unusual?"

Now Ying Zheng was even more curious about what was in Zhao Che's box, and asked quickly.

"Hey, they're all daily necessities, so there's nothing unusual about them."

Zhao Che shook his head, and started searching casually.

"This mirror is also good, dad, you can also take one with you later!"

"Mirror?"

Ying Zheng was taken aback for a moment, took the mirror and looked at it, and was shocked instantly.

"This... is this a mirror?"

Seeing this, Meng Yi hurried over, and instantly his face appeared clearly in the mirror.

Ying Zheng swore that this was the first time in his life that he saw his face so clearly.

Those bronze mirrors in the palace may sound precious, but when they shine on them, they are just a blurred shadow.

It's like this mirror, which can illuminate every part of his body, as if a living person is standing opposite him.

"They're all small things, not worth mentioning!"

Zhao Che waved his hand and didn't pay much attention to it.

When the three of Yingzheng heard this, they were stunned.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?"

Ying Zheng, as the Emperor of Qin, may be the first person in history to deeply feel the word Versailles.

Obviously, any item can be regarded as a rare treasure in their eyes, but to Zhao Che, it seems to be really ordinary.

Just like a stone on the side of the road, even if it falls, you may not bend down to pick it up.

"By the way, old man, it's been cold recently, you have to keep warm, otherwise you'll get chilblains easily, this thing is really useful."

At this time, Zhao Che found several boxes of chilblain oil, all of which were newly produced by him in the past few days.

"What is this thing?"

Ying Zheng took the box cautiously, for fear of seeing something shocking after opening it.

But after opening it, it was just filled with some sticky, ointment-like things.

"This is called frostbite oil. After washing every day, apply it on hands and ears to prevent frostbite."

"Huh? Is this effect really that good?"

Ying Zheng looked surprised, and then gently rubbed a little on the back of his hand with his fingers.

A scent with a faint fragrance emanates from the chilblain oil box, and it feels cool and refreshing when rubbed on the back of the hand.

Of course, the most important thing is that the place where the oil is applied instantly feels much more hydrated.

"This thing is quite useful. In the past, it was very common for soldiers stationed in northern Xinjiang to suffer from frostbite standing in the cold wind. Maybe you can give them a batch of this thing!"

Ying Zheng thought secretly.

Zhao Che didn't pay attention to what Ying Zheng was thinking, he rummaged through the box, and every time he took out something, he would explain its function to Ying Zheng.

"Cotton hats, scarves, cotton gloves, and this cotton mask are all relatively common, and they are mainly used to keep warm."

Over the years, Zhao Che has naturally planted many other crops besides potatoes.

These include cash crops such as cotton, mulberry, pepper, and pepper, as well as many vegetables and fruits.

Of course, because Zhao Che didn't promote planting on a large scale, the output is also very limited, and he can only produce so much for the time being.

"We must expand production next year. Now that Nanjun has been won, next year it is best to see if we can expand our sphere of influence and plant all these things!"

Zhao Che thought to himself, the countdown to Ying Zheng's sudden death had already entered the countdown in history, and Zhao Che was finally ready to show his fangs.

"Che'er, how many cotton hats and other things do you have now? I want them all!"

"Huh? Dad, why do you need so many cotton hats?"

Zhao Che looked at the excited Ying Zheng, and asked curiously.

"Don't worry about that, anyway, I'm very useful, I want as much as you have, and I'll give you as much as you want!"

What excited Ying Zheng was that the warmth of these cotton hats and scarves far exceeded his imagination.