I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

Sitting on the carpet, Zisheng stared at Jiang Wenzhuo's flat belly with starry eyes. He cautiously stretched out his little palm but didn't dare to touch it.

The white fox "Aw, Aw" twice, it raised the tip of its black nose, and wanted to jump forward, but was worried that its thick hands and feet would bump into the queen.

Zisheng was face to face with his lower abdomen, and he seemed to hear a slight heartbeat even though the child hadn't yet formed.

The existence of a new life makes Zisheng very happy, not to mention that this child is still related to him by blood.

Thinking of this, Zisheng raised his head excitedly, "Will the child look like me after birth?"

Jiang Wenzhuo has always liked Zisheng, so she chuckled and patted Zisheng's head.

"You and your brother are ninety percent like each other, so the child is naturally like you."

Eight-year-old Zisheng suddenly carried a mountain of little uncle Wang on his back. He looked at Jiang Wenzhuo's belly with crooked eyebrows.

As a qualified little Uncle Wang, Zisheng drew many design drawings that night.There are cribs, baby toys, and he also wants to make a mini tricycle.

However, the thought of Sanlun immediately reminded Zisheng.

The small tricycle is just a toy, but the big tricycle is a convenient tool!

If there is a big three rounds, it can save the people a lot of energy, so that the extra labor can be invested in more production.At that time, both production and construction efficiency will be greatly improved.

When Zisheng thought of this, his whole body suddenly became refreshed.After all, he is not a professional, so he can only draw sketches according to his impressions.

Fortunately, he remembered the most important gears and chains of a tricycle. He drew a rough outline of them, and wrote down the principles and functions beside them.

Afterwards, he asked someone to call the exclusive craftsman of the palace.

Craftsmen serve the royal family and are naturally literate.

He took the sketch and looked at it, his eyes changed from cautious to excited, and the hand holding the sketch was trembling.

"Your highness, the gears and chains that you drew...the gears and chains are really wonderful things!"

The craftsman blushed with excitement, "If you have both, not to mention three rounds, you can create more magical things for you!"

Zisheng was also overjoyed after hearing this, and he promised the craftsman on the spot, "Not to mention other things, but if you can make these three wheels, I will get rid of your slavery for you based on merit."

Hearing the words, the craftsman covered his joy, and quickly knelt down, "It is right for a slave to serve His Highness, His Highness must never dare to say such things. If you know what the gods do, you must keep your mouth shut and never leave Chaoge for the rest of your life."

Zisheng lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Since you are determined to serve Yin Shang, this king will naturally not treat you badly. You pick two or three apprentices for yourself the next day and let them help you. If you don't want your offspring to be enslaved Ji, you can break off ties with them, and this king will arrange their future affairs for them."

The craftsman hurriedly knelt down, and when he looked up, his eyes were full of gratitude and loyalty.

Ten days later, the craftsmen went through countless tests and test drives, and finally the first tricycle was built.

The tricycle is generally log-colored. In order to save costs, it is made of wood except for the bearings and chains, which are made of bronze.

For Zishengwen Grand Master Shen Gongbao and others, they can fly and move mountains and seas, and tricycles are really useless to them.

Coincidentally at this time, Prime Minister Shang Rong came to report recent events to Zisheng.Seeing this, Zisheng quickly pulled Shang Rong over to try riding the tricycle.

Shang Rong frowned and stood by the side of the road for a long time when he saw this strange-looking thing, but Zisheng made him very satisfied and loved him.

Relying on his trust in Zisheng, Shang Rong picked up his court clothes and stumbled on the ground for three rounds.

Fortunately, this is a tricycle, and there is no need to prevent falls like a bicycle.

Zisheng lifted up the white court clothes and tied them around his waist. He squatted down and patiently instructed Shang Rong how to step on three wheels.

Shang Rong stepped on it tremblingly, seeing the car moving so fast, he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

In order to prevent the tricycle from hitting pedestrians, Zisheng had people evacuate the street before Shangrong's test drive.

The people knew that the regent was going to try a novelty today, so they lay down at the windows of their homes and looked out.

Shang Rong rode a tricycle slowly across the street, and his court clothes swayed in the wind, leaving a deep impression on people.

"Is this... a carriage?"

"Where did the horse come from? The Prime Minister obviously rode a piece of wood!"

"I think it looks a bit like the cart we use to pull grain, but how can the cart move by itself?"

"Did you pull yourself? It seems effortless!"

Zisheng picked up his clothes and chased after the tricycle.Shang Rong has been riding for a long time, and he can gradually control the speed.

Shang Rong has always been a pedantic and conservative courtier, but this year he let go of his persistence because of the sensibleness of Zishou and Zisheng.

His actions are as slow as his character, and he is not like Wen Taishi who has learned fairy arts.Therefore, he has never felt such a fast speed except in a carriage.

The wind greeted his face, Shang Rong went fast when he wanted to, and slowed down when he wanted to, for a moment his mentality returned to his youth.

It wasn't until Zisheng caught up with him that Shang Rong stopped. He looked at Zisheng with a smile, but his hands were firmly on the handlebars of the tricycle.

Zisheng looked at Shang Rong's movements:?

Under the setting sun, Zisheng looked at Shang Rong's back riding away on a tricycle, and silently picked up a grass and put it in his mouth.

After all, his tricycle never returned.

On the second day, at three quarters of Yin time, that is four o'clock in the morning, the moonlight shone white on the stone bricks of the street.

Facing the night, the officials rubbed their hands and leaned in the carriage, facing the court as usual.

Suddenly, there was a clattering sound in the quiet street.

The ministers lifted the curtain of the car and looked out curiously, only to see their old prime minister passing them on a tricycle.

Ministers:? ?

They had never seen such a novel thing.Although they had heard about this matter yesterday, seeing it today aroused their strong curiosity.

All the ministers returned to the carriage and rubbed their hands, their eyes glowed. They would live their lives in vain if they didn't try to ride such a good thing.

After the court, the ministers gathered around to curry favor with Shang Rong.

How could Shang Rong not know their thoughts?However, the current tricycle is his favorite, he hasn't ridden enough, how could it be someone else's turn?

So he rejected everyone, got on his bicycle and left the palace like the wind under the envious eyes of everyone.

Bi Gan has a good relationship with Shang Rong, and he is also full of curiosity about tricycles.

Ever since, he immediately rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion when he got off the court.He persuaded his friend for a long time before he reluctantly agreed.

On the way to court the next day, the officials sat in the carriage and watched in amazement when Bigan was pulling Shang Rong on a tricycle.

Not only did they not feel that it was disrespectful, but they were filled with curiosity about it.

These three wheels can pull people like a carriage?I don't even know what it feels like to sit on it.

The ministers glanced lightly at the back of the tricycle, seeing that there was room for another person in the empty seat, so they became concerned.

On the third day, Shang Rong strenuously rode a tricycle with two people behind him.The two looked around curiously, seeing that Shang Rong was about to lose strength, so they rushed to sit in the driver's seat.

Zisheng naturally knew that the Prime Minister's tricycle was pulling more and more people.

Until one day, he woke up early because of curiosity, and rushed outside the palace gate to wait for the tricycle to arrive.

I saw that Shang Rong got into the carriage as if he had given up.

It was only when the tricycle came with difficulty that Zisheng saw the rider clearly.

"Great... grand teacher?" Zisheng was stunned.

Wen Zhong is not very physically fit, so he doesn't feel tired when he rides the tricycle.

After riding there, Wen Zhong deliberately got out of the car and circled the tricycle.

"It's really good, it's really interesting."

Zisheng: ...

After the big three wheels were mass-produced, Zisheng had someone make the small three wheels for his nephew.

The small tricycle is made of lighter wood, and Zisheng replaced the seat cushion with a soft cushion so that the eldest nephew will not be cushioned.

He wrapped the corners of the small tricycle tightly with soft fur to prevent the elder nephew from bumping into it.

He sat on the ground, put the small toys one by one into the compartment, and put three packs of candies.

He looked at the monotonous small three-wheel, and after thinking about it carefully, he asked someone to put a cover on the small three-wheel.

Several layers of thick blankets were laid in the compartment, which will be the little guy's "RV" from now on.

He went to the pen and ink, and asked people to bring various dyes from the dyeing workshop. He painted small animals, small rainbows, and small fruits on the tricycle...

After Zisheng worked for a long time, a colorful tricycle was ready.

The weather is getting colder, and the minister riding the tricycle has already put on thick cotton wool "gloves".

Wearing a fur cloak, Zisheng looked at all this and suddenly looked at the sky. It was time to popularize cotton.

Cotton is planted in the second and third months of the lunar calendar every year. Before the seeds are completely sown, he has to find a way to build a greenhouse to obtain a large amount of cotton seeds.

Actually, Zi Sheng didn't need to worry about this.

Because cotton has existed since ancient times, if you collect it carefully, you will be able to collect many seeds.

Moreover, cotton cannot be eaten, which is more conducive to its spread.

One catty of cotton seeds can grow nearly two hundred catties of cotton, and Zisheng doesn't know how much cotton is stored in the mainland today.

Perhaps he could send some men out in search of cotton.

Zisheng has plans to develop cotton, but he still lacks capable garment makers.

Nowadays, most of the common people wear hemp and short brown, and silk fabrics are even rarer, so it can be seen that this aspect needs to be improved.

Shen Gongbao learned that Zi Sheng lacked talent in this area, so he took out a blank book and wrote down names one after another according to his memory.

Which one can be used?

Zisheng returned to the room and continued to organize things for his eldest nephew. When he caught a glimpse of the bag of candies, he paused his fingers.

He pursed his lips and thought for a while, then waved to ask people to prepare a lot of children to eat.

Sitting by the river boredly, Zhinu flicked the Milky Way water with her hands. She looked to the other side of the river from time to time, as if she could see his children in this way.

It's only a few months away from Qixi Festival, but Zhinu feels that this period of time is more tormented than usual.

She recalled the happy eyes of the children when they ate candy, and her heart became more and more unhappy.

She only has the craft of weaving and making clothes. The child has grown up but has never taken the child to eat delicious food.

The children were sealed off from their age, and stayed with her in this lonely place every day. Thinking of this, Zhinu's heart felt like a fire.

How great would it be if she could take the child with her?

She can accompany the children to find the most fun toys in the world, and accompany them to eat the most delicious food in the world.

If possible, she would also like to let the two children learn to read and write, so that they can have a bright future with their knowledge.

The Milky Way is very silent, and the sound of a grain of sand rolling in the river is very clear.

Zhinu looked at the river for a long time, when suddenly she heard familiar footsteps.

"Sister, Zisheng brought you something from the world, do you want to taste it?"