As soon as the sky dawned, the thin mist was penetrated by the rising sun and spread towards the small courtyard of Chunan Pavilion.
Another refreshing day.
Because it was early spring, it would be cold in the morning. Zhao Hao turned over on the bed and did not get up immediately.
At this time, the sound of a night watch came from outside. He pulled the quilt over his head, trying to cover up the sound outside.
It's a pity that the quilt is not a cotton quilt and is not very soundproof.
He could only get up sleepily, let his hair down, and sit on the bed in a daze.
When Laifu heard the noise, he didn't try to ask Zhao Hao to wash up. Instead, he sat directly on the bed and smoothed his thick long hair.
The ancients paid attention to the body's hair and skin, which were inherited from parents and should not be damaged easily. Men generally could only have long hair, so long hair reaching the waist is not just for women.
Zhao Hao is fine now and his hair is not too long.
But there were only a few hairstyles in the Qin Dynasty. People like Hu Hai, who was in his prime years, usually wore two chirps, similar to Nezha.
Zhao Hao, on the other hand, is more traditional, with a beveled head, commonly known as a crooked head.
Among children, there are many hairstyles that can be changed. The most arrogant and cool one is naturally the 'manjitou', which is a head full of little chirps.
The clever idea of this hairstyle is that it is very coquettish, which shows that people in ancient times were also very fashionable.
The dreadlocks and other things in later generations are all leftover from the ancestors' fun.
What Zhao Hao envies the most is that children in this era can wear whatever clothes they want. In summer, they can even wear a vest, bellyband, etc. and run around the streets with their buttocks bare.
It's a pity that Zhao Hao, who is nearly thirteen years old, must dress more formally when going out. It is impossible to dress like a charterer like he did in his previous life, wearing a vest and flip-flops, and smelling of salted fish all over his body.
Because every era has its own characteristics.
Living in this era, Zhao Hao can only gradually adapt and slowly transform himself into someone else's appearance, the same and unrecognizable.
In the future, if more people pay attention to it, or even be entrusted with important responsibilities by the First Emperor, I don’t know what it will be like. What if someone takes care of eating, sleeping, and dressing?
Zhao Hao felt inexplicably irritable when he thought that he could not be a salted fish and just wait to die.
Why hasn't this tunnel been dug yet? If it were dug, he could lie down flat.
Zhao Hao thought in confusion for a while, then his face was covered with a hot towel.
After washing his face, he woke up.
Then I brushed my teeth with my homemade toothbrush and walked out of the room to have breakfast.
Today he was going to see the First Emperor and tell him the treatment plan he had thought up last night.
No matter what the future holds, the top priority is to cure the First Emperor.
If the First Emperor lived one more day, the empire could last one more day, and he would have more time to prepare.
"That guy Yan Le is not feeling well yet? Does he not want to do it anymore?"
Zhao Hao asked Laifu while eating breakfast.
Although Yan Le is Zhao Gao's son-in-law, he doesn't want Yan Le to leave now.
After all, he had already made preparations before. Letting Yan Le leave now would be equivalent to all the previous preparations being in vain.
But I heard Laifu say: "Young Master, I almost forgot that the person who came to deliver beef yesterday was Yan Le!"
"Didn't the old prime minister send someone to deliver the beef? Why was it Yan Le's turn to deliver it? What's his relationship with the old prime minister?"
Zhao Hao looked surprised and asked three questions in succession.
Laifu explained with a smile: "I was confused at first, but later I heard Yan Le say that he happened to meet someone from the old prime minister who came to deliver beef. He couldn't enter the palace, so he volunteered to deliver beef for the old prime minister."
"What a coincidence?"
Zhao Hao was suspicious and obviously didn't believe it.
Laifu smiled again and said: "Young Master is aware that this is certainly not a coincidence. In fact, he has been wandering outside the palace for several days, and seems to want to see Young Master."
"If Zhao Gao is caught, he will probably be even more anxious. I'll give him a break and wait until I come back before bringing him to see me."
"promise."
Laifu promised.
Soon, Zhao Hao left Chunan Pavilion and rushed towards Xianyang Palace.
At the same time, Xianyang Palace and Political Affairs Palace.
The military generals were all urging for food and fodder, and the whole political hall was in chaos.
"Old Prime Minister, I received an urgent report from Marquis Tongwu yesterday. The troops of the King of Donghu are divided into two groups. Now they have taken the lead to march to Liaodong. Marquis Tongwu has one hundred thousand cavalry, but they have no food and grass, so they can only worry in the city!"
"Yes, Old Prime Minister, this food and grass problem is a big problem and must be solved as soon as possible!"
"We, the Great Qin Cavalry, have just destroyed the six kingdoms. Why are we so useless in fighting a war? What does Zhi Li Neishi do for a living?"
"What do I do for food? In order to support you in the war, I went everywhere to collect food. I didn't even get a good night's sleep. You ask me what I do for food? I tell you, I didn't eat!"
"You didn't eat, who did? Everyone didn't eat! Why didn't Mr. Zhang say anything? This is a major national matter. Why didn't your young master take out the money and food?"
"This area is not under the control of my young master, and my young master doesn't have any extra money or food!"
"Damn it! You all know how to shirk it, and we are the only ones here who are in a hurry. I feel so aggrieved!"
"His noisy, what is his mother's noise? Just your lack of food, my 300,000 troops are about to go north, no food?"
Meng Tian is another young and middle-aged general since Wang Bi. His prestige in the army is second only to the Wang family and his son.
As soon as he walked in and scolded him, the generals in the palace immediately turned off their fire and looked at Wang Jian.
How could Wang Jian care about this?
I saw his old god kneeling in the middle of the table, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if nothing happened.
Not long after, there was a warning sound outside the hall.
"Your Majesty has arrived——!"
"I see your Majesty, may your Majesty be blessed and safe!"
Wang Wan took the lead in leading the ministers to salute Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng walked towards the throne of honor with an expressionless face, knelt down and sat down, raising his hand to signal: "Your Majesty, please excuse me!"
"Your Majesty, I have something to report!"
As soon as the ministers sat down, Meng Tian stood up and held his hands towards Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng glanced at him and said calmly: "Come here!"
"Your Majesty, the troops of King Donghu are moving south in two directions. The Xiongnu Touman Chanyu is also gathering troops. The situation in the north is serious. I kindly ask your Majesty to allow me to send troops first!" Meng Tian said with cupped hands.
"Accurate!"
Ying Zheng waved his hand, and then asked in a deep voice: "What are your plans for going north this time?"
"I plan to cross the Yinshan Mountains in one fell swoop, occupy the Beihe River, rest for a while on the Yinshan Grassland, join forces with Wang Ben to pursue the Huns, capture the Langjuxu Mountain, occupy the Beihai, and completely cut off the northern invasion!"
"Hahaha!"
After Ying Zheng heard Meng Tian's plan, he couldn't help laughing loudly.
"As expected of many years of planning, Meng Aiqing is very confident! In this case, you don't have to worry about so much, fight as you should, manage enough food and grass, and teach the soldiers to show those barbarians that our Great Qin's horns are made of iron!"
"Your Majesty, do you have a way to raise food?"
"If not, why would I hold this court meeting? I can hear your noise from far away!" Ying Zheng said with a straight face.
"this……"
The ministers looked at each other and couldn't help but bow their heads in shame.
At this time, Wang Jian suddenly said: "Since Your Majesty has a way to solve the problem of food and grass, I dare to ask Your Majesty, who will be in charge of the logistics of Meng Tian's army?"
Ying Zheng thought for a while and said to Wang Jian: "The Jiuyuan Straight Road has not yet been completed and the road is not smooth. Ma Xing is familiar with the road conditions and should he be in charge of logistics. What does the old general think?"
"Your Majesty has made a clear decision, and the old minister also has this intention!" Wang Jian smiled and nodded.
Ying Zheng turned to look at Meng Tian again and said sternly: "You rush to Jiuyuan first, keep everything simple, I won't see you off. When you return from the victory, I will go to Jiuyuan in person to pick up the wind and wash away the dust for you and other soldiers. !”
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. When I go north this time, I will kill those wild wolves without even leaving their bodies intact!"
"What's a wild wolf? I, the old Qin man, are a tiger and a wolf, and I'll eat it till all its bones and dregs are left!"
"Hahaha!"
Meng Tian laughed for a while, turned around and walked out of the hall without saying a word.
After watching him leave, the ministers once again turned their attention to Ying Zheng.
But Feng Quji couldn't help but ask Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, do you really have a way to solve the food and grass issue?"
"snort!"
Ying Zheng snorted coldly and said solemnly: "If I have no choice, how can I still count on you trash?"
"..."
Feng Quji's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously looked at Li Si, only to see Li Si shaking his head slightly. He didn't know what happened to the First Emperor today, and he was so angry.
Seeing all the ministers looking at each other in shock and not daring to speak, Ying Zheng turned his attention to Zhili Neishi again and said coldly: "Linghu Fan, I just heard you say outside that you were going around to collect food and grass. I want to ask you, How many stones, grains and grass have been raised?”
"Ah? This..."
Linghu Fan was surprised for a moment and quickly handed over his hand: "If you reply to Your Majesty, it's less than one hundred thousand stones!"
"How many stones is less than 100,000 stones? Be specific!"
"Eight...eight thousand..."
"Bang!"
As soon as Linghu Fan finished speaking, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly sounded in the hall.
The ministers quickly looked up and saw that the writing desk in front of Ying Zheng had disappeared.
"Trash! What I raised is a bunch of trash! It's less than one hundred thousand dan. What a big statement! It's only 8,000 dan. How dare you say such arrogant words? Is this what you raised without even sleeping? If I were you, I would sleep too. No, because I have no face to live! Someone, drag him out and kill him with a stick!"
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Your Majesty, please calm down!"
Seeing that Ying Zheng killed someone at the slightest disagreement, the officials quickly stood up to plead for mercy.
Cold sweat broke out on Linghu Fan's forehead instantly.
He never thought that he would lose his life if he could not raise enough food and grass.
"Your Majesty, spare your life. If you give me some more time, I will definitely raise enough food!"
Linghu Fan was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy.
Ying Zheng shouted loudly: "If you ask me to give you time, who will give me time? Haven't you heard the situation in the north?!"
"What can your Majesty do? Just leave it to me. I will live up to your Majesty's expectations!" Linghu Fan looked horrified.
"You have already disappointed me once, and you still want to disappoint me?"
"I don't dare!"
Linghu Fan quickly kowtowed: "If I disappoint Your Majesty again, I will raise my head and come to see you!"
"Okay! Since you have issued a military order, I will tell you how to do it!"
"Dare you ask Your Majesty to make it clear!"
Linghu Fan raised his head respectfully and listened carefully.
All the ministers looked at each other, suddenly enlightened.
They saw that the First Emperor had just given Linghu Fan a warning, so that Linghu Fan did not dare to slack off.
"Let me ask you, where in our Great Qin has the most food?"
Ying Zheng stared at Linghu Fan and asked word by word.
Linghu Fan was stunned for a moment and replied: "When it comes to food, of course Bashu has the most!"
"Then let me ask you again, who has the most food in Bashu?"
"this……"
Linghu Fan was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
Nowadays, the food in Bashu, apart from the tax official grain in the granary, naturally belongs to the nobles of Bashu.
Not only the Bashu nobles, but also the Xianyang nobles had a lot of food.
But he didn't dare to say it. If he did, not only would he be unlucky, but his family would also be unlucky.
And Ying Zheng didn't expect him to say anything, so he kept to himself and said: "You said that you could not sleep all night long about raising food and grass. Let me ask you, is your method of raising food and grass better than donating food?"
"Back to Your Majesty, I have used it, but the food donation is not ideal. Not only is there little food donation in Xianyang, but also in the Guanzhong area... Those eight thousand stones were transferred from the Six Kingdoms... ...I have tried my best..."
The more Linghu Fan talked, the more aggrieved he became, and his face couldn't help but feel bitter.
Ying Zheng glanced at him and said solemnly: "You said you tried your best? Then I won't embarrass you, just implement my policy of donating food!"
"this……"
Linghu Fan had a bad feeling when he heard this.
It is also a method of donating food. Is it possible that His Majesty will have some tricks? How can this be! No matter how wise and powerful your Majesty is, it is impossible for others to take the initiative to donate food, right?
Is it necessary to force food donations?
This is impossible, Your Majesty!
The Qin Dynasty had finally settled down, and if it continued to impose tyranny, it would really cause internal and external troubles!
It seemed that they had the same idea as Linghu Fan, and all the ministers looked worried. As soon as Emperor Shihuang announced the policy of forced food donation, he came out to dissuade him.
But I heard Ying Zheng say loudly: "My method of donating food is very simple. Immediately order all counties and counties to set up merit monuments at the county officials and county towns. Anyone who takes the initiative to donate food to our Great Qin court, regardless of family or individual, will be Record it on the merit monument, and this monument will not be changed for a hundred years!"
Boom!
As soon as these words came out, all the ministers felt as if they were struck by lightning, their heads were buzzing, and they were stunned on the spot.
Has His Majesty really gone out of his way?
Good guy!
How come His Majesty’s ideas are always so unexpected!
Erecting this monument for a hundred years is equivalent to becoming famous all over the world, and even for future generations.
Those local wealthy families and aristocrats are probably going to have a bloody fight just to leave their names on the monument!
Not to mention the local wealthy families, nobles, and even the officials in the city, I'm afraid they can't help but think about having their names hung on the monument. What a great honor!
Before and after the First Emperor unified the six kingdoms, he took very few measures to truly win over the people. Even the recent national policy was not to win over the people, but to appease the old and new nobles and give them hope.
Nowadays, the centuries-old monument is the real way to win over people's hearts, and it can also be regarded as playing into the hands of those who want to make a name for themselves.
Seeing all the ministers stunned, their cheeks turned red.
Ying Zheng stood on the steps, sneering.
If you want profit, I will give it to you. If you want fame, I can give it to you.
If the Qin Dynasty died, what would a mere stone tablet mean?
Do you really think you can be with the mountains, rivers, sun and moon?
I have no hope of everlasting life, why should I care about your fame and fortune?
Simply ridiculous!
The First Emperor, with disdain in his heart but extremely calm face, looked around at the ministers and said calmly: "Do you have any objections to my method of donating food? If you have no objections, then withdraw from the court!"
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