251: Chapter 251 Boxing!

"Uncle, Father Fan..."

Zhao Qian said with a satisfied expression, "Qian'er will buy them!"

Fan Zeng and Xiang Liang exchanged glances; undisguised amusement appeared in their eyes.

Xiang Liang said, "Qian'er, your uncle and Father Fan have not only brought a Wool Sweater for you, but we have also brought Wool Sweaters for the people in your estate."

"Look..."

Zhao Qian said generously, "Since it is a gesture of kindness from Uncle and Father Fan, then Qian'er will buy them all."

"But..."

Fan Zeng said, "Don't blame Father Fan for not warning you, we brought one thousand of them!"

"It is of no concern," Zhao Qian said. "There are quite a few people in my estate."

"Besides, the New Year is approaching, and I need to distribute New Year gifts to my subordinates."

"Then thank you, Qian'er!"

The corners of the mouths of those two old geezers, Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng, twitched uncontrollably.

This time, they made a killing!

A 3000% profit!

The speed of making money was even faster than robbing people.

They were extremely grateful for the gifts from His Majesty the Head of State; they were about to be reeled in like hooked fish by His Majesty the Head of State.

Thanks to the inventions of His Majesty the Head of State!

Right!

Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng suddenly remembered that they had also brought a steam rotary tiller.

"Qian'er, do you like eating beef?" Xiang Liang asked.

As soon as these words left his mouth, the plow oxen raised by Zhao Qian all felt a chill run down their spines, as if the sky were about to collapse.

Zhao Qian smiled bitterly, "How could I not love it!"

"But only plow oxen that are old and weak may be slaughtered. Even if I love eating it, I can only have beef during festivals and holidays."

Plow oxen are too important for farming. To protect them, it was written into the law; whoever killed a plow ox would be treated as a murderer and would be beheaded!

Zhao Qian did not dare to kill plow oxen recklessly just for the sake of his appetite.

Once winter passed, the spring plowing would begin immediately.

How could he kill plow oxen!

After Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng exchanged glances, Xiang Liang said, "We have transported a steam rotary tiller from Xianyang. It is faster than plow oxen at tilling the land, and the plowing effect is even better."

"Huh?"

Zhao Qian looked bewildered; he had never heard of any steam rotary tiller.

Fan Zeng said, "Qian'er, we cannot explain it clearly to you like this. Why don't you come with us, and we will show you the actual tilling effect of that steam rotary tiller?"

"Fine."

Zhao Qian nodded, his face full of curiosity.

The group arrived in the suburbs.

After Xiang Liang started the steam rotary tiller, he began the demonstration.

"This!"

Seeing that this steam tractor clearly had no oxen pulling it, yet it was able to move forward on its own, Zhao Qian found it absolutely incredible.

Furthermore, the efficiency of tilling the land was too fast!

The rotary tiller blades not only went deeper into the soil than the plowshares of the oxen, but they also broke up the clods of earth much better than the plowshares did.

"This is truly incredible!"

Zhao Qian watched everything with an expression of disbelief. He looked at Fan Zeng and Xiang Liang with a face full of pleasant surprise and said, "Father Fan, Uncle, this steam rotary tiller is even better to use than plow oxen!"

Plow oxen would start to rest after working for a while.

The speed at which plow oxen worked was also far slower than the speed of the steam rotary tiller!

With this steam rotary tiller, there was almost nothing left for the plow oxen to do.

Since the plow oxen were of no use, then...

Zhao Qian licked his lips; he wanted to eat beef!

"Uncle, Father Fan."

"How many steam rotary tillers do you have in your hands? Qian'er will buy them all, and we will eat beef tonight!"

"Good, good, good! Good, good, good!"

Seeing that the batch of goods they had brought had been completely swallowed up by Zhao Qian again, Fan Zeng and Xiang Liang exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

Xianyang Palace

Since becoming the Second Emperor of Qin, Hu Hai had spent his days drinking and making merry in his sleeping quarters.

At the beginning, he felt very stifled; he had finally ascended to the imperial throne he had dreamed of, yet he only had the power to cooperate. This was not what he had imagined.

He could not intervene in any political affairs.

The Congress would not let him intervene either.

If he was not required to intervene in anything, it meant he didn't have to do anything.

Hu Hai laughed.

He could say he got exactly what he wanted.

He never liked dealing with political affairs in the first place.

To him, dealing with political affairs was a drudgery; how could it be as comfortable as drinking and playing with women?

After living like this for a long time, Hu Hai found it boring.

No matter how beautiful a woman was, once the post-coital clarity set in, he would cast her aside like worn-out shoes.

He drank too much alcohol and had a headache all day.

Drinking and playing with women could no longer satisfy his spiritual needs.

Recently, he had become obsessed with watching two guards spar.

He liked the kind where they fought to the death the most.

However, Zhao Fusu had planted people around him to keep him informed of Hu Hai's activities at all times.

Upon learning that Hu Hai was about to act recklessly, he intervened in time to stop him.

Watching sparring was fine, but they could not fight to the death.

Zhao Fusu also provided regulations: no eye-gouging, no striking the back of the head, no striking the throat, and no kicking the groin.

They could not target vital points, and the weight difference between the two sides could not be too large, which made the duration of their confrontation longer.

To defeat the opponent, one needed sufficient physical stamina and technique.

To enhance the competitiveness, Zhao Fusu restricted the venue; they could only fight within a six-meter ring.

He also established a round system.

There were a total of three rounds, each lasting two minutes, with a one-minute rest between rounds.

The small venue meant that the scene of one chasing the other could not be staged, so they had to fight at close quarters.

Both sides would often end up bruised, swollen, and bloody.

Where had Hu Hai ever seen such a fighting style?

He was in his adolescence, the most combative time, and watching it made his blood boil.

He was not satisfied with just watching; he even personally went up to the ring to compete.

Hu Hai's martial arts skills were mediocre, but he had great strength.

Swinging his wild, flailing punches, he had defeated several eunuchs.

However, if he encountered a guard, he would be easily taken down by the guard using wrestling techniques.

On the battlefield, soldiers learned more wrestling techniques.

On ancient battlefields, wrestling was a very important combat method.

Since both sides of the battle wore heavy armor, which was difficult for swords to penetrate, punching and kicking had limited effect.

Therefore, throwing an opponent wearing armor to the ground and causing serious injury became an effective way of fighting.

Compared to complicated wrestling techniques, the simple-minded Hu Hai preferred swinging wild, flailing punches, using absolute strength to knock the opponent down.

The First Emperor was 1.9 meters tall, and Hu Hai was not much shorter.

Having grown up eating meat since he was a child, he did have strength.

He restricted it so that only fists could be used; legs and wrestling techniques were not allowed.

In this way, even if it were a guard, he could fight for a while.

When the people from the National Security Bureau delivered the intelligence to him, Zhao Fusu fell silent.

This kid Hu Hai had even started playing boxing!

Zhao Fusu did not stop him; instead, he intended to support it and promote it.