The most frightening thing is that quietly, King Qin Yingzheng seems to have changed into a different person, and Qin seems to have changed into a country.
Sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn, millet, what’s next?
Did destiny really favor King Qin Yingzheng like this?
Is it possible to have a good harvest?
The most terrible thing is that if there is really a bumper harvest... Qin State doesn't even need to do anything.
"Heaven... is so unfair."
Zhang Liang raised his head and looked at the faint sky.
Zhang Liang did not answer Wei Qian's question in the end.
"Being timid, wanting to achieve great things but sacrificing one's own life..." Zhang Liang looked at the door of Wei Qian's mansion and shook his head slightly.
He was not talking about Wei Qian.
But the mastermind behind all this.
Calculate the specific time when the Emperor's Star was swaying and Yinghuo Shouxin was found, and he found the jade wall where the First Emperor sank into the river.
Got another strange stone...
Now, Wei Qian was asked to risk his own life and assassinate him.
He can also contact Cang Haijun to provide weapons and armor... The other party has long-term plans, is meticulous in his actions, and even has a sense of mystery.
"Tsk..." Zhang Liang sneered.
Is the other party a person? Obviously not, the other party is a broad group hiding in the dark. He can be anyone who shouts to overthrow the Qin Dynasty and restore the Qin Dynasty.
It's a pity... In Zhang Liang's opinion, the sense of mystery cannot inspire awe in Zhang Liang.
On the contrary, this is a sign of cowardice. These methods seem to be long-term planning, but in fact, they will not have much impact on Qin.
Just like the endless assassinations...
Apart from proving their courage to risk their lives, what else can they bring?
"Too weak... How can we talk about restoring the country if we work with them?"
Zhang Liang knew that his friend Wei Qian was just another person being used after him.
If the nobles of the six countries could really share the same hatred and bitterness as they say, Qin would have perished long ago. Do they still need to wait for the death of Qin Shihuang?
Zhang Liang knew that the most important thing now was not the assassination or not. What was lacking most now was an opportunity, an opportunity to truly unite the old nobles of the six countries into a unified front.
However...this time...seems to be getting further and further away.
"It can't be possible. It really is a good harvest..." Zhang Liang muttered, looking tired.
Inside the house, after Zhang Liang left, Wei Qian was pointing at the map and carefully arranging the arrangements.
"There are strange rocks blocking the road, so Ying Zheng will definitely not choose to go around it. However, the path here is narrow, and the King of Qin's fleet will inevitably be elongated, with high hanging sides, suitable for setting up an ambush. I will assume that the crossbow arrows fell on the rocks..." Wei Qian said.
On the map, a long and narrow straight line was clearly the only way for the First Emperor to leave the customs and reach Dongjun.
Dongjun, the old place of Wei State!
You have to walk a long and narrow road from Guanzhong to Dongjun.
Strange rocks fell from the sky on the narrowest part of this long and narrow road, causing the road to become blocked and impassable.
But here, the sides are high and the road is steep. No matter how many people you have, it can only accommodate a carriage. It is a good place to set up an ambush.
"Father, let me go." The young man in front of him shook his head.
No matter how ideal Ren Wei Qian said, Qin Shihuang was not a fool, and the people in Qin Shihuang's motorcade were not fools either. You can see that the road here is long and narrow and suitable for setting up an ambush, but Qin Shihuang couldn't see it? No one in the tens of thousands of people in Qin Shihuang's motorcade could see it?
Objectively speaking, precisely because this is a dangerous place and suitable for setting up an ambush, it is the place least likely to succeed.
The outposts of Qin Shihuang's great patrol across the world will be carefully inspected time and time again, and strict precautions will be taken.
Therefore, this is a dead move.
Father and son, fighting to die...
"Wei Ji!" Wei Qian glared at his son.
"Father!" Wei Ji raised his neck and refused to give in.
"Have you forgotten the hatred of subjugating your country and annihilating your clan?" Wei Qian looked directly at his son.
Wei Ji didn't say anything. Wei Qian looked at it for a long time and sighed.
"What's there to fight about?"
"It's just a matter of order..."
After saying that, Wei Qian shook his head and pointed at the map.
"Here...is a waterfall and a natural puddle...under the waterfall, there is a cave. It is during the flood season, so it can cover the cave, but the cave cannot accommodate too many people, so we must work separately."
"The king of Qin had to move rocks to cross the road, and he also had to deal with assassinations. The combination of the two would waste a lot of time.
After passing this point, you will inevitably stop at a puddle for your horse to drink.
You took advantage of this opportunity and flew away. Don't be wary and go straight to where King Qin is driving! "Wei Qian looked at his son seriously.
To be honest, father and son are both deadbeats.
His father, Wei Qian, delayed time for his son, causing the First Emperor to relax his vigilance.
Although his son Wei Ji had a favorable geographical location, this place was a deep valley, which was slightly wider than the narrow mountain road. King Qin's men and chariots could spread out.
So for Wei Ji, it was also a dead move.
He only has one chance to take action, and no matter whether he succeeds or not, Wei Jiu will die.
"The King of Qin is suspicious and often hides it with a sidecar... You have to distinguish carefully. King Qin will probably not get out of the car before arriving at the post palace."
These are the daily and court uniforms of Zhao Gao and Meng Yi... Zhao Gao is the official of the Zhongche Mansion. He is close to the king and is the king's attendant. If you see this kind of clothes, most of the time he is in Jiahu, the Jiahu of the First Emperor.
Meng Yi is a close minister of the King of Qin. Meng Yi is responsible for all affairs in the world and is often around him. "
To be honest, Wei Qian has never seen what Meng Yi and Zhao Gao look like. It's not impossible to get portraits, but portraits are prone to distortion. How can it be possible to see who is who through portraits from such a long distance?
The clothes they wear are actually easier to distinguish...the titles are different, the crowns on the head are different, the official positions are different, and the clothes on the body are different. The combination of the two makes it easier to determine the identity.
The First Emperor used many six-horse carriages to deceive others. Before it was absolutely safe, he would not easily get out of the car and abandon his martial arts.
Wei Qian's men, three hundred dead soldiers...
Most of them have to follow him to create space for the assassination of his son Wei Ji.
Only twenty-three warriors in full armor and double hammers will follow Wei Ji and hide in Yadong behind the waterfall, waiting for the opportunity.
The twenty-three strong men here in Wei Jiu are the real elites.
He is a strong man in the true sense, the kind who is favored by nobles.
Wei Qian's assassination was crowdfunded, and most of the cost of his assassination now came from funding. Only a few dead men, Liao Liao, were retainers.
Oh, and most importantly, Wei Qian made the cave under the waterfall in secret.
Still, the chances of success are slim.
Wei Qian's friend was Zhang Liang, who had experience in the Bolangsha assassination. Wei Qian also knew the full story of that assassination.
The internal and external collusion allowed Zhang Liang to hide here.
It seems that there were only a dozen assassins in the Bolangsha assassination, but the contacts mobilized for this assassination obtained countless intelligence. Only then were they able to know the exact time and route of the First Emperor's passage in advance, and to ambush in advance to avoid detection.
The First Emperor... was too cautious.
There were nine suspect cars alone... There was no pattern to which car the First Emperor took.
In other words, after all the hard work, Wei Ji only had a one-ninth chance of finding the right target and assassinating the king!
The one in nine chance is just to find the right target. The King of Qin definitely has no shortage of guards. In other words, the success rate of finally landing it is very low.
…
On the other side, in Xianyang, Lang Zhong ordered a subordinate research institution.
It's not appropriate to call it an organization. Currently, these craftsmen and Mohist disciples are under the Lang Zhong Ling, but their employment files are not in the Lang Zhong Ling. They are seconded by colleagues in the department.
But the treatment is very good, much better than the treatment in Jiang Zuo Shaofu.
The Mohist disciples, headed by Zhuo and others, came up with a lot of new things.
Waterwheels, carts, wheelbarrows... and improved millstones.
After all, Zhao Si made it clear that rewards for inventions and creations would be directly linked to gold titles, and he was extremely generous.
The most important thing is that in the past, they had to complete a large number of production tasks at Jiangzuo Shaofu, and there was really not much time left for them to do research, thinking, and learning.
After arriving at Lang Zhongling, their only tasks were to invent, create and improve instruments.
The highest level can be promoted to the fifth level... The financial rewards are generous to the extreme, and are independent of the current exceptional rewards of Da Qin's laws and regulations.
The most important thing is that no one knows whether such an opportunity will exist in the future.
So... there was a period of explosion in inventions and improvements in appliances.
Mainly concentrated on farming tools, agricultural tools and daily utensils.
A dozen Mohist disciples came up with more than thirty inventions, creations and improvements in equipment that were worth recording.
"Is it too much?"
A Mohist disciple looked worried after completing the equipment evaluation and situation report.
"Let's leave it like this for now...or maybe we should cut it down a bit?"
A few Mohist disciples talked all over the place.
Obviously, the blowout of invention is not cheating, but cheating.
The Mo family... has a lot of background...
"Sigh... these things, after all, will have to be promoted by the government if they are put into practice. I don't know how Zhao Shilang will evaluate..."
Zhuo Ze is still studying Zhao Si's calculations, and trying to make basic supplements to Zhao Si's miscellaneous knowledge that cannot connect the previous and the following.
Several months have passed, but there is still not much progress.
The arithmetic book written by Zhao Si is too abstract, has too many jumps, does not have a complete chain of knowledge, and is extremely incomplete. It is not an easy task to complete the basics.
In the competition between military craftsmen and Mohist disciples, Mohist disciples won miserably.
Even the papermaking technology, where the military craftsman had a first-mover advantage, has been tied.
A group of Mohist disciples not only tinkered with engravings, but also tinkered with movable type.
Unfortunately, there seems to be a problem with the ink, so the movable type has been temporarily abandoned.
At present, a group of Mohist disciples, in addition to "invention and creation", are improving the existing papermaking technology.
Without him, the color is not pure enough, the paper texture is too brittle, and the ductility and softness are not enough.
Now they have produced the first batch of paper that can be written on, but it is relatively brittle, and the color is not white enough, and the plant fibers in the paper are somewhat obvious.
It's just that they left this batch untouched and planned to come up with better ones.
"It's done! It's done!"
While everyone was busy discussing, a child who looked about eleven or twelve years old rushed in holding a piece of white paper.
"It's done!"
The young child ran into the house and waved the white paper in front of everyone's eyes!
Then, in full view of everyone, he bent, stretched, and bent several times again!
I saw no cracks on the paper.
"You really made it happen!"
Several people grabbed the white paper and passed it around one by one!
"Fazafazao!"
This quality of white paper is enough!
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