"Tenth Brother, I've told you before, the things you've made are amazing, and the common people are full of gratitude towards you."
"Really?"
"The curved plow you invented has significantly increased crop yields in many areas, and the people praise you highly." The Eighth Prince felt very protective of Zhao Yao, and he deliberately teased him, "The common folk are calling you a genius."
"Hehehe..." Zhao Yao couldn't help but laugh proudly, "I'm not that great."
"Tenth Brother, you may not be a great scholar, but what you create is indeed remarkable. In the future, you should make more things that benefit the common people."
"Eighth Brother, I got it." Zhao Yao said, recalling that soon it would be the Eighth Prince's birthday when he would come of age and be granted a fiefdom. "Eighth Brother, did the Crown Prince speak to Father about letting you stay in the capital instead of going to the fief?"
"Didn't I tell you about this?"
"Oh, when did you tell me, Eighth Brother?"
