"?"
A small question mark slowly appeared on Ying Zheng's forehead, and he couldn't help but ask: "What kind of state-owned operation?"
"State-owned operations are transactions conducted by the state!"
Zhao Hao tried his best to express his meaning in simple words: "Then what are the benefits of state-owned operations? It is good for regulation! For example, when there is a food shortage, let's lower the food price;
When there is a good harvest, raise the price of food. Wherever there is a disaster, we can even provide food for free! "
"You mean to control paper like food?"
Ying Zheng was not a fool and quickly understood what Zhao Hao meant.
"No, paper is not a necessity of life. It does not need to be controlled like food. It is just a state operation to increase income."
"Managed by the state, it can unify pricing and sales, which is far better than leaving it to merchants and letting them increase prices arbitrarily."
As a manager of a country, many things do not need to be explained clearly. Zhao Hao only needs to express a general idea, and Ying Zheng can understand what he means. Even if some of the words are unfamiliar to Ying Zheng, he can still guess them. Seven or eight points.
Seeing that Zhao Hao became more and more engaged as he spoke, Ying Zheng did not interrupt him and just listened quietly.
After Zhao Hao finished speaking, he continued to ask: "How long will it take for you to see this paper?"
"ah?"
Zhao Hao reacted for a moment and estimated: "It will take about half a month."
"Half a month is too long. Even if it is sold, it will take a long time!"
"What's the meaning?"
"The Xiongnu Donghu intends to go south. I am preparing to send troops to the north. We are in urgent need of money and food now!"
"I see!"
Zhao Hao suddenly realized.
He was still wondering why his father was in the mood to come here. It turned out that he had no money.
"Father, do you want your son to help you get money and food?"
"If you have any ideas, just tell me, don't get frustrated!"
"How can my son be successful?"
Zhao Hao pursed his lips and muttered: "Why don't you ask me first, in case I make false assumptions about the holy will and make my father angry?"
"Okay, okay, hurry up and say it."
Ying Zheng interrupted Zhao Hao impatiently.
Zhao Hao said helplessly: "In fact, the simplest way is to issue national bonds, but the national bond bonds have not been issued yet, so we have to find another way."
"any solution?"
Ying Zheng asked curiously.
Zhao Hao glanced at him, winked and said, "Father, think about it, what is the most valuable thing in your hand?"
"What?"
"Power!"
"Um?"
Zhao Hao smiled and said: "Father, do you still remember what my son said about sharing power?"
"what you up to?"
Ying Zheng frowned, with a vague feeling of bad premonition.
Zhao Hao asked tentatively: "I heard that my father is going to kill a lot of people recently?"
"snort!"
Ying Zheng snorted coldly and said solemnly: "You also want to plead for them?"
"My son, I'll beg for mercy on their behalf only after I've eaten enough!"
Zhao Hao rolled his eyes at Ying Zheng and said with a smile: "What I mean is that after their death, some positions will be vacant?"
"what do you want to say in the end?"
"Oh! Father doesn't even understand this!"
Zhao Hao raised his hand to his forehead and couldn't help but said with a headache: "Anyway, after they die, people will need people to take up their positions. Why not sell these positions to people in need and make a quick buck!"
Damn it!
You fucking sell your official position to make quick money! ?
Where is my sword!
Ying Zheng suddenly came to his senses, and suddenly felt his blood pressure soaring, and couldn't help but look around.
In fact, selling one's official position and getting a title was not new in ancient times.
Zhao Hao didn't know whether there was any precedent in the Qin Dynasty, but there certainly was in the Han Dynasty.
For example, in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty openly sold his official position.
As long as you can afford the price, he will sell it to all three ministers.
Although it seems a bit ridiculous, it is still a way to make money quickly.
Whether in ancient times or modern times, money and power are inseparable.
Some people gain power in order to make more money, and some people gain more money in order to gain greater power.
In the process, many people’s financial crises were also solved.
The First Emperor was a wise monarch, so naturally he could not understand the behavior of such a foolish king, so he was very angry at Zhao Hao's remarks.
He was even prepared to teach this 'foolish king' seedling a lesson.
Fortunately, Zhao Hao was prepared and jumped out of Ying Zheng's reach in time.
He just heard him begging for mercy: "Father, please calm down. Isn't this my son helping you to find a solution? Even if the solution is wrong, there is no need to take action!"
"Have you ever thought of such a solution?"
Ying Zheng stared, picked up a stick and pointed it at Zhao Hao: "You are a descendant of my Ying Qin royal family, why do you always think of ways to trick your own people?!"
"This can't be considered a trick. My father needs money and food in a hurry!"
"No matter how anxious you are, you can't act recklessly!"
"Okay, okay, then I'll think of another way! Put down the stick first!" Zhao Hao said aggrievedly.
"Speak first!" Ying Zheng said with a straight face.
Zhao Hao scratched his head: "Um. Well, have you ever thought about donating food?"
"Donate food?"
Ying Zheng frowned.
"Yes, just donate food!"
Zhao Hao nodded and said righteously: "The country fights to protect its citizens. The citizens are naturally obliged to contribute to the country. There is nothing wrong with donating food!"
"Having said that, there is not much food in the hands of the people!" Ying Zheng said calmly: "I cannot easily exploit my own people!"
"Father is wrong."
Zhao Hao shook his head and said: "The citizens not only refer to the common people, but also to the nobles. Father, think about it, is the food of our Great Qin in the hands of the nobles?"
"Of course I know this, but how easy is it to get them to donate food?"
"It would have been difficult before, but now, I have a way to make them obediently donate food!"
"Oh? Do you really have any idea?"
Ying Zheng's eyes lit up.
Zhao Hao touched his nose and said with a bit of arrogance: "Father, you still don't believe in my son's abilities?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Father, do you still remember what my son said about fame and fortune?"
"Fame and fortune?"
"right!"
Zhao Hao nodded and said: "My father gave them overseas confederations and gave them benefits, allowing them to develop with him at ease and seek greater profits. But not everyone has both fame and fortune. For example, some children of nobles can only seek for more. Profit cannot gain fame!"
"What's the meaning?"
Ying Zheng frowned and looked at Zhao Hao with some confusion.
Zhao Hao smiled and said: "Father, have you forgotten about military merit? After Qin destroyed the six kingdoms, there will be fewer and fewer wars, and there will be fewer and fewer opportunities to obtain titles, which means there will be fewer ways to earn fame. So, For those who want fame, fame is profit, and profit is fame!”
"And we are the only ones who can redeem fame and fortune!"
Ying Zheng suddenly understood and asked tentatively: "You mean, using your fame to get his family to donate food?"
"good!"
Zhao Hao winked and said: "They need names, so we will give them names. For any family that takes the initiative to donate food, we will confer honorary titles and set up merit monuments for them. Whoever donates more will have higher titles and merits!"
"The monument of merit does not need to be erected for a long time, just thirty years!"
"hiss"
Ying Zheng couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
This guy's use of fame and fortune is so amazing.
He instantly understood Zhao Hao's plan.
Success is also fame and fortune, failure is also fame and fortune.
Once this method is implemented, the major families in Xianyang are afraid that they will suffer a lot of bleeding.
Because of the ennoblement and the erection of monuments, they simply could not refuse.
If you donate too little, not only will you lose face, but your family will also lose face. If you donate too much, it is inevitable that you will suffer serious injuries.
After all, you are in the aristocratic circle of Xianyang. If you look up, you will not see someone, but if you look down, you will see everyone.
If someone else donates 50 dan, it's still a fifteenth-level knighthood. You, an 18th-level knighthood, only donate 20 dan. Are you sorry?
This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy against the Xianyang nobles.
Nobles may not care about anything, whether it is the rise and fall of the empire or the life and death of the common people, but they cannot care about reputation.
They even value reputation more than life.
Therefore, the effect of this ennoblement and monument can be imagined.
To be honest, Ying Zheng was very tempted by this method, but he felt a little unhappy when he thought that this guy obviously had a good idea and deliberately made himself angry.
After a moment of silence, he said coldly and quietly: "Come here, I will ask you again."
"ah?"
Zhao Hao couldn't help but feel a little frightened when he saw that Ying Zheng changed his face as soon as he said it.
At this moment, Meng Yi hurried over and said to Ying Zheng, "Your Majesty, there is an urgent report from Li Tingwei!"
"Um?"
Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned his head: "What's the matter?"
"Your Majesty, let's take a look first!"
Meng Yi sighed helplessly, raised his hand and handed Ying Zheng a bamboo slip.
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Meng Yi for a while, then threw away the stick in his hand, took the bamboo slips, and slowly unfolded them.
It's okay not to see this, but when he saw it, his eyes widened and he couldn't help shouting angrily: "You traitor!!"
"puff--!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of black blood suddenly spurted out.
"Father!!"
Zhao Hao was startled and rushed forward to hug Ying Zheng.
Meng Yi was shocked and turned pale. He ignored the blood stains on his face and supported Ying Zheng.
"It is my decree that Fusu does not understand the general situation. He is stubborn and disrupts the state affairs. He is ordered to accept the post of supervisor of the Jiuyuan Army and follow Meng Tian northward. He is not allowed to return to the country without obeying the imperial edict."
Ying Zheng supported his body and said panting to Meng Yi.
"Father!"
Zhao Hao cried out and hugged Ying Zheng with a mixture of grief and anger: "Father, what's wrong with you?"
Hearing Zhao Hao's voice, Ying Zheng's heart warmed up, and he couldn't help but comfort him: "My son, don't cry. My father is just very angry. Your brother coughs."
"Father, stop talking and let me help you take a look."
Zhao Hao patted Ying Zheng's back and breathed out, while grabbing his wrist and feeling his pulse.
Meng Yi, who was next to him, noticed that Zhao Hao's pulse-taking posture was wrong, and kindly reminded him: "Master, why don't I call the imperial doctor?"
"You bastard doctor! Get out of here! You are the one who harmed my father."
When Zhao Hao heard Meng Yi's words, he became furious and pushed him away.
Ying Zheng's face became solemn and he shouted: "My son is not allowed to mess around. I don't blame Meng Qing for this."
"Father."
Zhao Hao's mouth dropped, and he was about to cry, but suddenly he noticed something. He raised his hand to touch the blood stained by Ying Zheng's cough, and said in surprise: "Father, why are you vomiting black blood? Could it be that you are poisoned?"
"Poisoned?!"
Ying Zheng and Meng Yi were shocked at the same time.
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