After the discussion was over, everyone left one by one, leaving only Che Mo and Xiang Lidu. Huang said to them, "I have two plans regarding the Chamber of Commerce."
"One of them can be done with the existing manpower of the Chamber of Commerce, and the other requires craftsmen."
"So, the Chamber of Commerce launched the first plan, in which all participants were die-hard people, and the secret recipe must not be revealed."
"At the same time, Xiangli can summon the craftsmen he knows, including some Mohist disciples, people from the Gongshu family, and craftsmen who are good at manufacturing."
"What I require of them is ability and loyalty..."
Xianglidu nodded, took the bamboo slip from Huang's hand, opened it and took a look, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Master, this saltpeter is used to make ice? Did you try it in Song Dynasty?"
"Um."
Regarding this matter, Huang did not hide anything. After all, Xianglidu was also collecting saltpeter at that time: "There is a complete production process on the bamboo slips. It is very simple and easy."
"It's just that this kind of business can only be done in summer and autumn. It just relieves the pressure on the chamber of commerce."
"Similarly, because the production is too simple, even if we keep it secret, along with the consumption of raw materials, sooner or later someone will discover it and make it."
"So, while promoting saltpeter ice making, we gathered craftsmen to start the second plan to ensure the normal development of the chamber of commerce."
Xianglidu handed the first bamboo slip to Chemo, then silently opened the second one, and couldn't help being surprised.
Although there is no detailed production process in the second copy, Huang describes a great vision. Once produced, the Sun Chamber of Commerce will no longer be short of money and food.
Take glutinous rice instead and make sugar in the Central Plains.
When he finished reading it, he couldn't help but look at Huang. He was shocked. Even the disciples of the Mo family were not so powerful.
At this moment, I finally understood why Huang must recruit Mohist disciples, people from Gongshu family, or some top craftsmen.
This kind of thing cannot be done by ordinary craftsmen.
After a moment of silence, Xiang Lidu smiled bitterly: "Master, our relationship with the Mo family is on the same level. I'm afraid it will be difficult for the children of the Mo family to come."
"Even if I go to ask my father for help, I won't succeed..."
Casting a glance at Xiang Lidu, Huang chuckled: "Member of the Mohist family, this is just an example to let you understand the requirements for craftsmen."
"You talk to the Gongshu family. Forget about the Mo family. Even if they come, I won't be relieved."
"promise."
After arranging all this, Huang looked deeply, and now the most troublesome thing was the dispute with the Mo family.
Under the moonlight, Huang raised his eyes to look at the sky.
He was thinking about what his pursuit was when he came to the Warring States Period, whether it was necessary to join the Mohist school, and whether it was a journey he must take.
"What, are you worried?" Under the moonlight, Ji Linglong danced, dressed in red and pouring wine, Feng Zheng sat down and said.
"Not really."
Huang turned around and glanced at Feng Zheng, smiling bitterly: "I was just thinking about the Mo family, and also thinking about what I want..."
At this time, Huang was a little confused. He wanted to follow the path of a martial artist, but he cherished his life. He didn't want to go into officialdom, but he was deeply bound to the Qin State.
After taking a sip of wine, Feng Zheng said meaningfully: "You are just too stressed, too curious, and know too many secrets. This makes you feel huge pressure and makes you feel insignificant."
"It is precisely because of this that you have doubts about your choice."
When Feng Zheng saw Huang looking over, he couldn't help but chuckle and said: "You have to know that staying alive is the key to everything, and cherishing life is the mentality of a normal person."
"In a sense, in the Central Plains, your choice is not wrong. If you want to go too far in martial arts, you have to go too far in practice, unless you are attached to a powerful family, just like the ancient clans. Or just like you."
"Obviously, the latter has greater freedom..."
Feng Zheng's words made Huang suddenly realize.
The entanglement in his heart disappeared in an instant. At this moment, Huang Jing's energy and spirit reached a breakthrough. He had a special understanding, and his own cultivation reached the critical level.
Only half a step away is the late stage of Anjin.
"Thank you, Old Man Feng."
Huang's face improved, a smile appeared, and he drank the wine that Hong Yi had filled in one gulp: "Old man Feng, please clean up. I'll tell you, let's go into Shennong Mountain, see the headquarters of the Mo family, and see the old man." Mozi, the sage of this generation."
"Ha ha......"
A loud laugh came, and Feng Zheng nodded.
.........
The next day.
Huang got up early in the morning. Since he had to attend the court meeting, he simply stood at the zhanzhuang, warmed up, washed up, and came to Yueyang Palace.
Since Ying Quliang clearly informed the court and the public that today was the day to make arrangements for the scholars, the civil and military officials who came to the court were relatively complete, and basically all arrived.
"Your Majesty."
Huang walked into the political hall, gestured to Ying Quliang, and then nodded to Ying Qian.
"National Preceptor." Ying Quliang and Ying Qian nodded.
"I've met the imperial master." At this moment, Jing Jian and Zi Cheying saluted Huang Jian.
Although they were familiar with each other, it was a formal occasion during the court meeting, so it was natural for Qin to treat them politely.
"Internal history, Weiwei!" Huang responded with a smile.
"Everyone, a year has passed since the imperial court issued the order to seek talents. All of you scholars who entered the Qin Dynasty also visited the Qin Dynasty in March, and each submitted a statement. I also read them one by one."
"Today I gather you all to decide whether the scholars of Qin will stay or go!"
Speaking of this, Ying Quliang glanced at Uncle Hei. Uncle Hei stood on the next step, opened his bamboo slips and said: "Jun's book: Based on the talents of the scholars who enter the Qin Dynasty, the scholars who are retained in the recruitment hall, the king Shi was appointed the commander of Yueyang, and the former commander of Yueyang, General Zi'an, returned to the army."
"The rest of the scholars will be issued decrees by the Political Affairs Hall and serve as county guards and county magistrates..."
After this emperor's letter came out, the civil and military expressions of the Manchu Dynasty did not change, but became a little confused. At this time, the county was more important than the county, the county magistrate had a higher title than the county governor, and it belonged to the highest local government office directly under the national government.
At this time, the Qin State, except for the establishment of counties in the Rongdi area of Longxi and the desolate areas in the north, all the hinterland were governed by counties instead of counties.
At this time, the county governors and magistrates were all under the control of military and political affairs, and they belonged to the princes and officials of one party.
At this time, the officials were a little restless, but they were suppressed by Qianlong Du Zhi and others. What they cared about was not these people, but Wei Yang who had a deep conversation with Ying Quliang.
After all, Ying Quliang only granted officials, not titles, to the scholars who entered the Qin Dynasty. In a big country, without titles, they were temporary officials who had not yet entered the true upper class.
Once deposed, he is still a civilian.
All they care about is Wei Yang. As long as it is not their fundamental interests, they don't want to have a quarrel with Ying Quliang.
Uncle Hei's voice continued: "I worship Wei Yang as the guest minister of Qin, and I will grant you a mansion with two entrances to the courtyard!"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
