Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

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"I didn't expect that these two father and sons really have such courage."

Thinking about the information he had just received, Zhao Zheng was busy with his work in front of Liu Ji, shaking his head and discussing.

"Because of what happened in the court when we conquered Southwest China. Nowadays, the big families in the world will not dare to say anything when they are robbing people from the court."

"But, ahem, this is a good thing. Why are you shaking your head, little friend?"

Liu Ji took the information and looked at Zhao Zheng doubtfully.

"Liu Gong, you said that in just one month, how many children can learn real things, and how many children can show their talents?"

"Mr. Liu, please note that the Sun and Moon Zhengyun issued by the imperial court alone contains sixteen volumes. Sixteen volumes. In the future, this Huimin Taipan may become a fast track for some people."

At that time, the prince Zhu Biao asked sincerely, and Zhao Zheng naturally did not hide anything. He gave him a little bit of the concept of compulsory education, also wanting to see how much they had let down their wariness towards the Zhao family after all these years.

But the content of the imperial edict in front of them still shows that they only want what is useful to them.

Even if Prince Zhu Biao couldn't turn around, Zhao Zheng didn't believe that his group of East Palace ministers couldn't turn around either, and Lao Zhu couldn't see the loopholes in this decree.

"It would be great to be able to open an opening first. Anyway, I am already bearish on the situation."

"The ideal world that your Zhao family has taken turns to tell me about. In recent days, I seem to have seen such busy traffic in my dreams."

"Mr. Liu can't be so discouraged..."

"You can definitely see it!"

Liu Gong's words made Zhao Zheng's work pause for a moment.

"As long as there is such an opening, I believe that the uncles in the house can at least ensure the balance of the eighteen houses. By then, most of the people in the world will be ours."

Also in order to prevent Liu Gong from losing confidence, Zhao Zheng said the words that were enough to cause thunder in his mouth.

"What! This is what your Zhao family planned!"

Liu Ji had never thought about such an operation. He originally thought that the Eighteenth Inspection Patrol of the Zhao Mansion was going to the world to wipe out all injustices as before. Who knew that they were actually going to the front line to take charge personally.

"Don't you think it's too slow, Mr. Liu?"

After finally finishing what he was doing, Zhao Zheng raised his head and gave Liu Ji a mysterious smile.

"The emperor and the prince are in the capital, and the princes of the world are in charge of the palace. Where they don't want to go, the Zhao Mansion is willing to go. Where they don't care, the Zhao Mansion cares."

"Mr. Liu, do you still remember the artifact that your elders told you about before?"

"what!"

Naturally, Liu Ji has not forgotten that ever since Zhao Zheng told him that as long as he reaches a certain level of investigating things, he can create a magical weapon that can spread the news rapidly.

In his dreams every day, the artifact used in marching and fighting appears, but because there is no concept in his mind, every dream is different.

That's the kind of creation that only gods can have!

"you……"

Seeing Zhao Zheng being so serious, Liu Ji naturally thought that he was not cheating.

So his old legs, which had not moved for a long time, supported his body and stood up under this excitement. When he came to Zhao Zheng's side, he hurriedly searched for the artifact he was carrying that was not specific in the dream.

Why is their career progress so slow after the Zhao family has laid such a good foundation and Liu Ji is taking command.

One of the most important reasons is that the sending and receiving speed of messages is slow.

Problem solved now!

Liu Jidun felt that he had become who knows how many years younger. His waist was no longer sore, his legs were no longer painful, and his eyelids were no longer blinking.

"Liu Gong, Liu Gong, the thing is right in front of you."

Seeing Liu Ji, the little old man, looking anxious and excited, Zhao Zheng hurriedly ordered something on the table for him.

"it is this?"

"……it is this???"

Liu Ji turned his head and looked at the artifact on the table that Zhao Zheng was talking about. His excitement quickly faded away, and then he looked at Zhao Zheng with a look like how dare you lie to a little old man, hoping that he would give him an explanation.

"That's it. Liu Gong, don't underestimate this simple little device."

Zhao Zheng picked up the first mineral radio in the world, made from all the raw materials that he had finally collected or made on the table, and looked at it with treasure.

"How can this pile of dead things be so magical?"

When Liu Ji saw Zhao Zheng's appearance, he knew that the thing in front of him was probably real.

But if he really wanted to describe this thing as an artifact, he really felt like he couldn't say it.

A piece of wood, a pile of enameled copper wire, a magnet wrapped around a paper cup, and something that seemed to be a combination of fool's gold crystals.

This thing can send messages thousands of miles in an instant?

"Yes, this is the artifact, the so-called mineral radio. Although it cannot send information, it can receive information thousands of miles away. Do you want to try it, Mr. Liu?"

Seeing that Liu Ji didn't believe it, Zhao Zheng threw the simple antenna connected to the ore radio out of the tea room window.

Then he handed the simple trumpet in front of him.

"Liu Gong, come closer and listen."

With doubts and excitement, Liu Ji took the simple trumpet handed over by Zhao Zheng, and then slowly put it to his ear.

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"No, there's no sound."

Liu Ji didn't hear any sound coming from the speaker, and he looked at Zhao Zheng in confusion.

He was the one who didn't believe it at first, and he's the one who doesn't believe it now.

clap clap!

"Don't worry, Mr. Liu, I haven't created any radio waves yet."

"Wait until the junior comes to the courtyard."

Liu Ji watched Zhao Zheng exit the tea room excitedly, and then waited anxiously.

Through the window, he saw Zhao Zheng tinkering with a large black box that had been placed in the courtyard beforehand, and then took out a dark glove with a solemn expression.

This is not over yet.

Zhao Zheng put on his gloves and picked up something that looked like a harpoon.

Liu Ji stood up and discovered that there were not only harpoons next to the black box in his yard, but also a pile of pots and pans made of iron.

"What are you doing, little friend?"

"Mr. Liu! Get ready!"

It turned out that Zhao Zheng had already made preparations and connected the simple wires he made to the two poles of the original battery.

"it is good!"

Liu Ji is a man of letters. Even when he is old, his hands never shake when writing.

But at this moment, he was holding the simple horn, but his hand was shaking uncontrollably, and he slowly moved closer to his ear.

chap!

The wire shorted what Liu Ji thought was the harpoon, and a burst of sparks erupted.

At the same time, an inexplicable faint chirping sound also came from the simple horn next to Liu Ji's ear.

The current radio wave environment was as pure as the corridor outside the delivery room, and this burst of noise was as loud as a baby's cry.

boom!

"This life is enough!"

Liu Ji excitedly sat back in his chair.

After he regained his composure, he looked at Zhao Zheng in the yard through the sparse green leaves, smiled at each other, and nodded...