The pungent smell of the laboratory still lingered in the nasal cavity, and it was already four years since Zhenguan when I opened my eyes again.
Qin Fang was wearing ragged linen clothes and huddled next to a pile of corpses on the outskirts of Chang'an, with only half a compressed biscuit left in his arms.
When he was extremely hungry and gnawing on the bark of a tree, Qin Fang suddenly remembered how to make ice with saltpeter.
The noble daughter of Chang'an asked for ice, but Qin Fang used a broken earthen jar to make the first piece of ice this summer. The prime minister of the dynasty immediately shouted, "This son is auspicious!"
On the day the emperor summoned me, I presented him with the improved curved shaft plow and new papermaking technology.
In the Tai Chi Hall, Li Er stroked his beard and smiled: "Getting this son is like getting sweet rain."
Reader comments
I thought it was the invention of farming, but I didn't expect it to be a crime-solving novel
I thought it was the invention of farming, but I didn't expect it to be a crime-solving novel