Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

The sudden flood in Nanjun put Yingzheng in a dilemma.

If you don't use the money for disaster relief, Nanjun doesn't know how many Guizhou heads will be killed or injured, which will definitely affect the foundation of Daqin.

But if you take out the money, how much can Ying Zheng take out?Even if the [-] million used for war is added, it may not be able to control the disaster.

"This matter, let me think about it for another day, and all the ministers will go back to discuss it, and we will make a decision at the court meeting tomorrow!"

"The flood disaster in Nanjun must be dispatched as soon as possible to control it. Remember not to spread it on a large scale, otherwise it will affect the hearts of the people."

"Zhi Su Nei Shi, after you go back, see how much money you can mobilize from the Daqin Bank, and report to the widow tomorrow!"

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With a wave of his hand, Ying Zheng issued several orders one after another, and then ended the court discussion.

"Mengqing, stay here!"

When the ministers left, Ying Zheng stopped Meng Yi on purpose.

"What's your majesty's order?"

"Get ready to drive now, and follow me to Jingshui!"

"Your Majesty wants to ask the son to help solve it?"

"For the present plan, we only have to see if that Nizi can come up with any solution!"

Ying Zheng sighed, unknowingly, he had begun to rely on Zhao Che a little.

There's no way around this, who made Zhao Che solve the problems he raised so easily every time?

Seeing this, Meng Yi didn't dare to delay, and immediately went to order someone to prepare the carriage.

A while later, the two of them arrived at Jingshui in a carriage.

"Hey dad, it's a little early today!"

When Ying Zheng and Meng Yi arrived at Zhao Che's residence, the cook was just preparing to cook, and it was not time for lunch. It can be seen how hurried they were when they arrived.

"You guys go down first, Che'er, because my father is here this time to discuss something important with you!"

Ying Zheng was concerned about the flood in Nanjun, so he didn't bother to linger, so he waved away the outsiders present, leaving only him and Zhao Chemengyi.

"What's the matter, old man? Seeing you are in such a hurry, could it be that something happened to the bank?"

"The bank is fine. The income has risen very steadily recently. I have already started to open branch villages in the surrounding counties."

"That's very good. When our banks are opened all over Daqin, the banknotes will be able to truly replace the original banknotes."

Zhao Che said something with a smile.

"However, since it's not the bank's problem, why are you so anxious, old man?"

"I can't help being in a hurry. Recently, there was a sudden flood in Nanjun. The governor of Nanjun was afraid of crime, and insisted on suppressing the disaster for half a month. After seeing the serious flood, he simply threw himself into the river. It's just pity for those leaders of Nanjun."

"Father, you don't want to rescue the disaster, do you? Isn't there Daqin up there, you are a small businessman, what does this have to do with you?"

"My lord, you can't say that!"

Hearing Zhao Che's words, Meng Yi quickly explained.

"Young master, sir is a kind person. Naturally, he doesn't want to see Guishou suffering. Besides, Daqin's treasury is empty now. If they are asked to treat the victims, they may not be able to spend so much money."

"Secondly, this rescue of the flood victims in Nanjun is also a good opportunity for us to become famous. Didn't you want to win people's hearts for a long time? As long as we can save the head of Guizhou in Nanjun, are you afraid that they will not be grateful to Dade?"

"One last point, didn't you say that my Daqin Bank lacks credibility? As long as this matter can be finalized, won't the credibility of my Daqin Bank increase immediately?"

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Ying Zheng secretly gave Meng Yi a look of praise. He could come up with such a reasonable excuse in such a short period of time, so Zhao Che would not be afraid of suspicion.

"Uncle Meng is right, it seems that we must take care of this matter!"

Zhao Che stood up resolutely, with a gleam of determination in his eyes.

"Father, tell me, do you need my help, money or food? I'll try to get you as much as possible!"

"You should keep the money and food for yourself. Now the bank has some money. If it doesn't affect the operation of the bank, you should be able to take part of it."

"Oh? Dad, what are you worried about?"

Zhao Che silently calculated in his heart that the number of disaster victims in Nanjun was only a dozen or 20.

It doesn't take much to set aside a part of the money for disaster relief, [-] million is enough.

"The main reason is that in addition to treating the victims of the disaster in South County, there is also post-disaster reconstruction work. These are the places where the real money is spent."

"What? You also have to take care of the post-disaster reconstruction? Then what are the officials of Daqin doing?"

"Don't worry about this, anyway, I want to help those victims as much as possible."

"I can't see it, father, you are very kind, but this will cost a lot of money, at least [-] million."

"Two hundred million?"

Ying Zheng was surprised, not because he thought the number was too much, but because he thought it was a little too little.

Because the result they calculated, at least four to five billion is enough.

Before the reconstruction work in Nanjun is over, the daily expenses of the victims will have to be supported by Daqin.

After the reconnection is over, the food and grass lost by Nanjun due to floods will also cause the head of Nanjun to face the dilemma of having no food for the winter this winter, which is another sum of money.

But there is no rush for this. When the Daqin tax comes up, this hole can be filled.

However, no matter how much we saved in the disaster relief work in the early stage, [-] million yuan would definitely not be enough.

"Che'er, you may not know the situation in Nanjun. The number of victims of the disaster may have reached about [-]. Two hundred million is definitely not enough."

"Only one hundred thousand?"

Hearing Ying Zheng's words, Zhao Che almost couldn't help laughing.

"Is 10 disaster victims still a small number? I'm afraid you don't know how much food and grass these [-] people consume every day, and rebuilding South County after the disaster will cost more."

"Father, don't you plan to spend money to support these [-] disaster victims, and then spend money to find someone to help them rebuild South County?"

"Isn't that so?"

Ying Zheng was taken aback, Daqin has been doing disaster relief in this way for so many years, is there any problem in this?
"Father, don't we need people to rebuild South County? And these [-] disaster victims are obviously good labor, so why not use them?"

"You mean, let the head of Guizhou in South County also participate in the reconstruction work?"

After Ying Zheng thought about it carefully, this is also a solution.

"Not to participate, but to hand over the reconstruction work of South County to them themselves, and they can't directly send money and food, and use the method of work for relief, so that they can rely on their own hands in exchange for their daily necessities. "