Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

The various projects in Jianjiang Prefecture have already started in full swing.

Fang Zheng, on the other hand, had nothing to do. Every day, he would eat, drink, and point fingers in his office.

Whenever he saw someone resting, he would start giving various instructions!

As a result, everyone else was so busy that they were running around like headless chickens, especially Li Yuanzhao.

He was like a spinning top, constantly darting back and forth between the city and the outside.

Those who didn't know the situation might have thought that Fang Zheng was using the Crown Prince as a tool!

Fang Zheng himself naturally didn't feel ashamed.

In his previous life, he suffered from workplace PTSD, and in this life, he could only heal by PUAing others.

To this end, the capitalist Fang also summed up a new theory.

How can people become happy?

They must have value, and only by feeling a sense of existence can they know what happiness is.

So how can they be valuable? Being used by others is considered valuable!

By finding work for people every day, isn't Fang Zheng spreading happiness?!

Especially for Li Yuanzhao, he grew up in the deep palace and was served from a young age.

Every day, he either recited or read books, but the knowledge he acquired was useless.

At his age of ten, he should have participated in hunting in ancient times, becoming a powerful combat force in the tribe.

In the civilian world, he should also be farming, working, and helping his family make a living.

But he is the Crown Prince, and he doesn't have to worry about anything. He can't play a role or take responsibility in the short term, which is undoubtedly a torment for a young man with great ambitions and bursting with hormones.

Fortunately, the happiness messenger Fang Zheng appeared, helping him to relieve his anxiety and grow up healthily!

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Fang Zheng wasn't completely idle during this time. He took advantage of the fact that no one was around to tinker with something in his office.

Old Qi, with his superb Taoyuan craftsmanship, became a popular figure in Jianjiang City.

Countless wealthy merchants offered heavy money to invite him to help manufacture some small tools to improve efficiency.

Fang Zheng was speechless when he saw this. It was clearly borrowing my ideas, yet you took off!

Wouldn't it be a joke if I, a transmigrator, couldn't invent anything? If future generations found out, they would think that Fang Zheng was useless?

At this time, Fang Zheng was fiddling with something in the room when Li Yuanzhao rushed back in a hurry.

He was covered in dust, but his eyes still looked energetic.

As soon as he saw Fang Zheng fiddling with something on the wall, he asked loudly, "Old Fang, what are you doing?"

Fang Zheng turned around and said when he saw Li Yuanzhao, "Oh, Your Highness is back. How is the arrangement for the second batch of workers going?"

"Almost done. The reporters are helping. Huh? Why did you hang a cup on the wall?"

Fang Zheng said with a mysterious look, "This is a good thing!"

"Come, let me show Your Highness."

With that, he grabbed Li Yuanzhao's sleeve and walked to another room, pointing to the wall and saying, "Look!"

"Huh? Another cup is hanging here. How are they connected with a string? What are you going to do?"

Fang Zheng coughed twice and said solemnly, "This is called a telephone!"

"Your Highness, hold this cup and speak into the mouth of the cup, and I will be able to hear you over there!"

"Is it magical?"

Li Yuanzhao looked blank: "If it's true, then it's quite magical, but is it necessary at such a close distance?"

"I can hear you anyway."

Tsk! Why isn't this Crown Prince understanding?

Fang Zheng frowned: "Speaking loudly is inelegant! You stand here and put the cup to your ear, and I'll go over there and talk."

"Oh." Li Yuanzhao picked up the wooden cup and put it to his ear, and when he saw Fang Zheng walking back, he said loudly, "You speak, I'm listening!"

Fang Zheng picked up the wooden cup and started talking: "Hello, hello? Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you! I can hear you without this thing!"

Damn it!

"Stop messing around! Pull the rope tight! Listen to me again!"

Li Yuanzhao reluctantly tightened the rope and put the cup to his ear again.

This time he heard it!

Then he saw Fang Zheng walking over and asked, "How is it?"

Li Yuanzhao fiddled with the cup in his hand and said in surprise, "It's a bit interesting, but it's useless!"

"It would be amazing if you could still hear it if the rope was a hundred feet long."

"That's impossible."

"........"

Li Yuanzhao was a little impatient and took a deep breath: "Old Fang, what exactly do you want to do? This thing is useless?"

Fang Zheng smiled, then his old face turned red, and he coughed awkwardly.

"Ahem, that... Your Highness, this is called a telephone! I invented it!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes! So what?!"

"You... when you return to the palace, tell the historian that the telephone was invented by me, Fang Zheng, and ask him to record it!"

"? ? ?"

Li Yuanzhao was inexplicably surprised, and always felt that he had been fooled by Fang Zheng.

"This... this is meaningless! Besides, what is this ghost thing called a telephone? It should be called a speaking tube."

"What does the word telephone even mean? Where is there electricity? Isn't lightning in the sky?"

Fang Zheng's face straightened: "That's what I call it! I'm begging Your Highness! Please be sure to tell the historian this and let him record it!"

Useless!?

If history records in the future that I, Fang Zheng, am the first telephone inventor in history, it wouldn't disgrace the reputation of a transmigrator!

If future generations decline, wouldn't they be able to live a life of ease with this title?

Your Highness, you are too short-sighted and inexperienced! Tsk!

"Ah! Okay! Stop, Your Highness must remember! I wrote this matter on the silver note, remember it and don't forget!"

With that, Fang Zheng took out a silver note from his sleeve, with densely packed small characters written on it in charcoal pencil.

It introduced the invention of the telephone, its operating principle, and also drew a simple drawing of a rotary dial telephone.....

Li Yuanzhao frowned and took the silver note.

Looking at the messy patterns drawn on it, which didn't match the two cups on the wall connected by a rope at all, a feeling of unease surged into his heart again.

But he was too lazy to delve into it, and sighed and put away the silver note.

"Okay, I remember."

"I have something to tell you this time. The victims are not eating very well, and they are doing a lot of work. They are called up to work before dawn and only get off work when it is completely dark."

"If this goes on, I'm afraid those people will have problems! Should we call all those merchants over and force them to increase some rest time."

Fang Zheng's expression also became ugly when he heard this.

In the end, there were still oversights. Those merchants don't treat the victims as human beings and use them to death. It's time to change that.

"Okay, I know about this."

"Today I will call those people over and let them change! Stipulate the time to go to and from work every day, and rest one day a week."

"Please trouble Your Highness to take a trip and ask the workers for their opinions for me."

Li Yuanzhao smacked his lips: "One day off a week is so luxurious. Our reporters only have one day off every half month."

"They have mattresses and Ruyun, and chicken soup."

"Oh, I see, then I'll go first."

Li Yuanzhao turned to leave, and Fang Zheng immediately grabbed his sleeve.

"Your Highness, please stay! I still have something to say, and many projects have already started."

"We should send those reporters out to publicize our Jianjiang model to the other two prefectures."

"Otherwise, if only our prefecture succeeds in disaster relief, wouldn't the victims in the other two prefectures flock to us when they hear about it?"

"Jianjiang City is so big, we can't carry more victims."

"So, please trouble Your Highness to arrange for those reporters!"

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