The hammer was broken, but the stone made of cement never broke, which clearly proved the solid reliability of cement.
Ying Zheng looked at the cement blocks placed there in the distance, his face slowly filled with admiration.
"This is simply a work of art. It can be so strong."
He sighed softly, with a somewhat incredulous look on his face, and walked forward, touching the cement stone that already had scars.
Conventionally speaking, it is impossible to pour cement so thickly.
The purpose of pouring such thick cement was to test the hardness. Of course, Ying Zheng knew this very well.
Chen Ke followed Ying Zheng and stood next to the cement stones, looking at the cement in front of him.
Ying Zheng's hands kept touching the cement stones. He felt the cold stones. The temperature of Ying Zheng's hands was transferred to the stones through the contact with the stones.
He looked at the stone as if he were looking at some divine object.
Ying Zheng knew Li Si's previous plans, or there was almost nothing in Xianyang City that Ying Zheng didn't know about.
The wings of Black Ice Platform are everywhere.
Not only Li Si wanted to expand Xianyang City, but Ying Zheng also wanted to expand Xianyang City.
Xianyang is too big, and there are too many people in Xianyang city, a mixed bag of fish and dragons.
Xianyang is too small, he is not worthy of such a magnificent and great empire.
But the reason why Li Si gave up was exactly the reason why Ying Zheng gave up. In other words, the reason why Ying Zheng gave up was a little more than Li Si, and that was the issue of corvee.
Li Si may not have seen the current problems with the corvee, but Ying Zheng can.
Although Ying Zheng could not predict that those who were digging for food in the fields would have the opportunity to overthrow the Qin Dynasty, he knew that the forced recruitment of corvees and civilian power would definitely make the head of Guizhou dissatisfied.
And this dissatisfaction will be exploited by others.
Therefore, after thinking again and again, Ying Zheng finally gave up the idea.
Now, the opportunity to expand Xianyang City and build Xianyang City into the greatest and most magnificent city is right in front of us.
"Chen Ke, if you want to use this cement to build a new city, how long will it take and how much will it cost?"
Chen Ke heard what Xian Zhiya meant and instantly understood the meaning of Ying Zheng's words.
After thinking for a moment, he said directly: "Your Majesty, it doesn't actually need to be rebuilt, right?"
"Building a magnificent Xianyang City may only require recreating the current Xianyang City and remodeling it. The things, materials, money, and labor required may not be as many as you think."
"What's more, now that we have cement, maybe this number will be smaller."
Ying Zheng nodded slightly: "I thought of this when I saw the cement."
"But..."
Ying Zheng blinked: "Shouldn't you, the Mohist family and the public losers, be the best at building a city?"
"And you have read so many books, so you must be able to know better than the average person what kind of city is the most majestic, right?"
Although Ying Zheng's words were said euphemistically, Chen Ke had already heard the meaning.
He raised his forehead helplessly: "Your Majesty, if you want me to take charge of the design of the new Xianyang City, just say so. Why do you have to do this?"
Chen Ke shook his head and said without hesitation: "Of course I am willing to build a new Xianyang City for Your Majesty, but I am not good at this."
"So maybe some other people from the Gongshu family and the Mohist family are needed to build it."
"I can only play a leading role in the overall situation."
Ying Zheng nodded immediately, as if he had been waiting for Chen Ke's words for a long time: "Since you are willing, then I am relieved."
"I believe you will be able to build for me the most magnificent building in the world."
Chen Ke lowered his head and just said: "I will try my best."
.........
Prime Minister's Mansion
Li Si looked at the mountains of documents in front of him, with a hint of enjoyment on his face.
Although the new year is approaching, the number of things sent to him has not decreased. On the contrary, as some departments are on vacation, the number of things sent to him has gradually increased.
Regarding this point, Li Si expressed his understanding and fully demonstrated his generosity as the prime minister.
The opposite of what Liz was excited about was his son.
Li Yang stood aside, looking sadly at his father and the official documents in front of him.
"Father, are we still going to spend this year's "eve" dealing with government affairs? "
Li Si turned his head and looked serious: "Why, do you have any different ideas?"
He looked at Li Yang with a feeling of resentment: "You have to cherish days like this. If you have work to do, what does it mean if you have work to do?"
"It shows that His Majesty recognizes your ability and that your position cannot be replaced!"
"This shows that you have a high status in Great Qin!"
Li Si shook his head slightly and looked at his unsatisfactory son: "One day, your father will no longer have any government affairs to deal with."
"Just like that boy Chen Ke, he spends all day wandering around, so the time before your father's head falls to the ground is not far away!"
Li Yang said with some confusion: "Father, Your Majesty trusts you so much, why would he kill you?"
Li Si said: "Your Majesty trusts me because I have merit and ability."
"This credit can protect me for a while, but it cannot protect me for the rest of my life."
"Only if I am of use to His Majesty, Your Majesty will always trust me."
"Besides, Your Majesty is already so old now, how many more years do you have left?"
"When Master Fusu ascends the throne, do you think Master Fusu will trust his teacher Chen Ke more, or me?"
Li Si stood up, hammered his waist, and relaxed a little.
He looked at the sky in the distance. There were a few white clouds hanging in the sky. The clouds were floating back and forth, with no fixed place.
"At that time, I can rest."
"Maybe you can rest."
Looking at his father standing there, looking at the sky in the distance, Li Yang didn't know what to do, always feeling that his father was a little lonely at this time.
Is it for the rights that may be lost?
Or for what?
Li Yang felt that he couldn't understand the emotions in his father's eyes.
...........
Wang Zhangzhong
The leaders of many tribes gathered here. The emotions on their faces could not be seen, but everyone knew that something big was going to happen today.
Touman sat in the position of the Wolf King, with a calm look on his face, as if he had not sensed the coming bloody storm.
He just said indifferently: "Everyone, I have called you to gather here today to discuss the matter of going south."
"There are envoys from the Qin Dynasty who want to cooperate with me, the Xiongnu."
"He said that he had obeyed the order of Lord Dong'an. When Lord Dong'an becomes the king, it will be the time when Lord Dong'an indulges us and goes south. "
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"What do you think?"
When everyone in the tent heard this, no one reacted at the first moment, but someone reacted the next moment.
A loud laugh echoed in the tent.
Jijihar looked at Touman and said, "Khan, why bother talking to such a person?"
"When will the Xiongnu go south, will we still listen to Da Qin?"
He sneered and said, "What's more, I've never heard of that nonsense, Mr. Dong'an."
"Khan, I suspect this person is here to delay our journey south!"
Several other people also echoed, and at this time someone stood up with different opinions on their faces.
"Khan, I think this is an opportunity."
"Don't the people from the Central Plains always say that we are just barbarians?"
"Since we are all barbarians, why do we need to tell them any rules? When they let us go south, we will take the opportunity to conquer the war-torn Central Plains!"
"At that time, the entire Central Plains and the entire grassland will be ours!"
For a time, this person had many vassals.
These two men were the leaders of the two largest tribes on the grassland. Now that they were speaking, some of the small tribes that vassalated them naturally followed their words.
Touman turned his head and looked at Mao Dun and his uncle Roshar who had been silent.
"Boss, what do you think?"
Modun stood up, with a somewhat determined look in his eyes: "Father, I feel that our biggest problem at this time is not the problem of going south, nor the problem of cooperation with Great Qin."
As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense.
Almost everyone was attracted by him, looked at him, and began to think about their own things.
Even the second prince stood there, looking at his eldest brother with sharp eyes.
Touman's expression remained unchanged, just as indifferent as before.
"Oh? Then tell me, what is our biggest problem now?"
Modun stood there, tall and straight, with a bit of coldness in his eyes: "Father Khan, the biggest problem we face now is that you are old and can no longer lead the Huns to plunder like a pack of wolves!"
"You start to worry, you start to doubt."
"How can you make the Huns look like they are a pack of ferocious wolves?"
"I think it's time for you to decide on the candidate for King Zuoxian and abdicate the throne in favor of the new Khan according to the customs of the Central Plains!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire tent was shocked.
But there was very little surprise in his eyes, only shock.
They were surprised that Maodun actually said this matter so directly. They were not surprised because they came here today just for this matter!
When the second prince heard this, he couldn't control his emotions at first.
"Brother! What do you mean?"
He stood next to Touman and glared at Maodun in the distance: "Do you have any right to question Father Khan's matter?"
"Are you planning to rebel and rebel?"
"You did such a thing, aren't you afraid of divine punishment from the Eternal Life Heaven?"
A series of angry scoldings came, but Mao Dun's expression did not change at all, and he did not even give the second prince a look.
He just stood there, like a wolf that had grown up.
"Father, what do you think?"
At this time, Mao Dun had already exhausted his plans, or he simply did not prepare the so-called "map".
When did the Xiongnu grassland people need to work so hard?
They've always been straightforward.
Touman laughed angrily, looked at Mao Dun and said, "Hahahahahaha, okay, okay, okay."
"He is indeed my good son."
"So, who do you think can be the new Zuoxian King and take charge of the entire grassland in my place?"
"Could it be you?"
Facing Touman's angry doubts and counter-questions, Mao Dun showed no emotion at all.
"Of course it is me."
He agreed immediately, looked at Touman and said, "Could it be that he is my stupid and arrogant brother who knows nothing but only wants to please his father?"
"Father Khan, if you want to hand the wolves into his hands, then you must obtain the consent of the wolves!"
Modun turned around and looked at the many tribal leaders in the tent. His voice was ferocious: "Everyone, who do you think the position of King Zuo Xian should be given to?"
The two leaders of the big tribes standing at the front immediately said: "Of course, give it to His Highness the Great Prince!"
The leaders of other small tribes also agreed. After all, they never had a chance to express their opinions.
Modun turned his head and looked at his father who was now furious, like a furious lion.
"Father, look."
"It's the pack's choice."
"So, what are your choices?"
Touman sat there with a cold smile on his face: "My choice?"
"The competition for the Wolf King has never been so peaceful. If you want the position of the Wolf King, then you can only step on my corpse!"
After saying this, he suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist.
At this time, a cry of killing suddenly sounded outside the big tent. It was the army that Touman had already arranged!
The wolf riders were fighting desperately outside the tent, and a group of soldiers crowded into the tent instantly.
This is the royal tent! It is the lair of Touman Khan!
However, Mao Dun's expression did not change at all. The sound of fighting outside the big tent at this time could prove one thing.
The army he deployed has also arrived!
At this time, a small group of soldiers crowded in outside the big tent. These soldiers stood beside Moton.
At this time, there was a tense atmosphere in the big tent with the flash of swords and the shadow of swords.
On the grassland outside, Zhang Xilong stood there, looking at the fighting on the grassland in the distance, the emotion in his eyes not changing at all.
He looked somewhere to the east.
"Is it coming soon?"
Zhang Xilong smiled bitterly. He really did anything to survive.
...........
Somewhere in the grassland
Han Xin, who was ready to go, was riding on horseback with extremely cold eyes. He looked at the wolf smoke floating in the distance with a sharp look in his eyes.
He suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist and looked at the Great Qin warrior behind him who was wearing black armor.
There are never any weaklings in the Meng family army, only soldiers who have fought a hundred battles!
"Everyone!"
"Today, I will be rewarded with the title of Marquis!"
"There is already civil strife among the Huns. If we don't attack now, then when will we wait?"
"Follow me to kill the enemy!"
A series of solemn voices came from the majestic and solemn army.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
