Qin Li's account was not entirely believed by Cui Xiao at first.
Qin Li himself came from the royal family's Imperial Clan Court branch, so it was perfectly normal for him to be well versed in court affairs and laws. It was possible that Qin Li's high fever had caused some kind of brain disorder, leading him to imagine such a "future." But when he saw volume after volume of detailed agricultural texts he had never heard of before, Cui Xiao believed him ninety-nine percent. Zhao Feng held the bamboo slips and read them over and over. He, too, had been born to a farming family and understood a little about agriculture.
"Did Gongsu come up with all this?"
Cui Xiao cut off Qin Li's explanation. "Gongsu may not be the sort who can't tell the four limbs from the grains, but neither is he someone who can personally work the fields and experiment with these Word Spirits. How could he have thought of this? Most of it was probably the great work of the Lin Pushe he mentioned. It truly is a treasure."
Zhao Feng gave an "oh."
Then he asked, "Why didn't the author sign their name?"
Cui Xiao shook his Knife Fan and chuckled. "You don't believe me when I call you a blockhead. If Gongsu had written down the name of the person's future achievements, what would that person do later? For now, let's shamelessly make use of them. When we meet this Pushe in the future, we'll repay her kindness many times over."
Zhao Feng laughed heartily. "Exactly, exactly."
Qin Li also forced a faint smile.
"Da Yi and Ling De really do have a good relationship."
Though Zhao Feng held a military post and later spent many years away overseeing the construction of major