"The entire canal is more than 5,000 miles long. The main canal runs from Yujiang through Nanjun, Fengjun, Fengyang, Qiyang, Tangshan, Dandong, and finally to Beijun.
Qin Heng's brows furrowed slightly, and he quickly calculated in his mind that he would pass through Seven Counties all the way to Beijun. This distance was indeed not short.
Based on this calculation, at least millions of laborers need to be mobilized, and it will also take a lot of time. It may not be completed within a few years.
He looked up at Emperor Qin and asked, "How much labor does the emperor plan to use in each county?"
"Well, I plan to invest 150,000 laborers in each county first, and then send an additional 150,000 in the summer." Emperor Qin immediately stated the next arrangement without thinking.
In fact, Emperor Qin did not explicitly state that once the canal is completed, it will surround the capital of Qin like a soaring dragon. It is precisely because of this that the planning of the path took a lot of time.
Qin Heng nodded slightly. This is good. It has time to relax. Otherwise, relying on the current national strength of Great Qin, it is easy to make mistakes.
"By the way, what do you think should be done about the donation to the Eternal Monument that you mentioned last time?"
Qin Heng was stunned for a moment, not expecting his father to suddenly ask this question.
He looked at his father's questioning eyes and began to think deeply. It was obvious that as construction was about to start, Da Qin was short of money.
If you ask him how to do this specifically, he really knows that this thing is just like the auction house in his previous life.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand and replied: "My son thinks that my father can take out some items and let the noble families and merchants bid for them. The one who donates the most tribute can get this item, and then he can leave his name on the Eternal Monument." ."
"Bidding?" Qin Huang looked thoughtful. Gradually, his eyes lit up, and he obviously understood the key.
"Haha, this method is good. In this way, those noble families will rush to grab it." Emperor Qin laughed. Originally, he was still thinking about how to get those people to donate more. Now that they have this method, they will definitely do their best. To go.
"Yes, since ancient times rare things have been valued. My father can hold several auctions in batches so that those aristocratic families and merchants can't get to the bottom of it. In this way, there will naturally be more tribute donations."
After saying that, Qin Heng paused and said, "Father, you can also find some of your own people to raise the price."
"Haha, um, good, very good." Emperor Qin's face was filled with a satisfied smile. He felt more and more that his son was smart and smart, much smarter than those ministers. Even compared with himself, he was only a mere Without some experience, there are always solutions to difficult problems.
He grinned widely and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What do you think is more suitable?"
Qin Heng was stunned. His father was so impatient that he had to ask him everything.
Qin Heng's brain was spinning rapidly. If it was to be auctioned, this thing must be rare and precious.
The rare treasures in the palace?
No, these are too expensive and damaging to your reputation.
Certainly not an official position.
What else?
Qin Heng thought hard and subconsciously moved his eyes in the hall.
Suddenly, he saw a hanging calligraphy and painting.
He had an idea and immediately looked at Emperor Qin, clasped his fists and said: "Back to my father, I think this thing should be unique, extremely precious, and cannot arouse public opinion, so I thought hard for a long time, and it seems that only my father's calligraphy and painting are the most suitable." ."
"It's just that in this way, it is an advantage for those noble families and merchants." After saying this, there was still a hint of physical pain on his face. It seemed that in his heart, Emperor Qin's calligraphy and paintings were extremely precious.
Hearing this, Emperor Qin felt proud for a moment. If those ministers had said this, he might have thought it was a compliment, but since these words came from his fifteen-year-old son, they must have come from the heart.
Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth raised, and he waved his hand in a pretentious manner: "Oh, that's all, just think that I will do my best for the common people in the world, and I will do as you say."
After speaking, he glanced at the historian in the corner with a vague look, and his eyes seemed to be conveying something.
The historian was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed, with a hint of hesitation on his face.
However, Emperor Qin's deep eyes suddenly turned cold, and the historian trembled in his heart. He subconsciously nodded and lay on the table to write.
Upon seeing this, Emperor Qin withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.
Naturally, Qin Heng was unaware of this scene. He looked at Emperor Qin with a look of admiration on his immature face.
"My father is worthy of being an eternal wise king. He always has the world in mind and cares about all people."
Emperor Qin pretended to be serious and said: "As the emperor of the Qin Dynasty, I should put the country, the country, and the people of the world as my top priority. As a descendant of the royal family, you should also keep this in mind."
"My son understands, and I will definitely keep it in mind and follow my father's example." Qin Heng replied firmly.
"Well, the fact that you think so means that you have lived up to your father's teachings." Emperor Qin's tone was filled with relief, as if he was very satisfied with his education.
Qin Heng was a little confused, why he hadn't noticed that his father was so narcissistic before.
No wonder they say that as time goes by, the more people come into contact with each other, the more thoroughly they will understand.
"Heng'er, do you think it would be better to leave this matter to that minister?"
Emperor Qin's voice rang in his ears. Qin Heng took back his thoughts, raised his head, thought for a while, and replied: "Back to my father, I think it is better for the royal family to do this, so as to ensure this." fair and just."
"Well, you are right, my father thinks so too." Emperor Qin nodded, looking like he agreed.
Qin Heng subconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth, you know this and you still ask me.
"Okay, my father still has a memorial to approve. Go see your mother and concubine and have lunch with her. My father will not keep you."
The corner of Qin Heng's mouth twitched again. This is really killing the donkey. It is a treasure when it is used by oneself, and it is a burden when not used.
Helpless, he had to learn to bow his head in life, so he could only bow and respond: "Yes, Father, I will leave first. Father, you should also pay attention to rest and don't be too tired."
"Okay, Father understands." Emperor Qin agreed with a slight smile.
When Qin Heng saw this, he turned the wheelchair and slid out.
This look looks a bit miserable no matter how you look at it.
When Zhao Gan saw this, he quickly strode up and helped him push him out.
Looking at his disappearing figure, Qin Huang showed a trace of thought on his face.
After a moment, he suddenly looked at Zhao Gan who had returned to the palace, and ordered: "Send the message for King Anyang to enter the palace."
Zhao Gan's eyes moved, he quickly lowered his head and said: "No."
After saying that, Zhao Gan turned around and walked out again.
Emperor Qin picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
After saying so many words for a while, his mouth was a little dry.
However, Qin Heng might be thirstier than him at this moment.
In Anyang Prince's Mansion, the luxurious hall exudes a charming atmosphere.
A group of dancers were posing and dancing gracefully. They were wearing scantily clad clothes, only veils, and their graceful figures were looming.
