My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 491: Five dollars, what is the difference between this and giving it for free?
The familiar high platform for worshiping the sky, the familiar sea of ​​people.

Ying Chengyu came out of Si Ma Wang's carriage, looked at the awe-inspiring and evasive eyes of the surrounding people, and pursed his lips.

It shouldn't be like this.

He is in good spirits now and does not feel tired, weak or irritable due to lack of sleep.

This was due to the fact that he took a nap and after shouting from the sky for a meteorite rain, he postponed the time of the succession ceremony by three hours.

Zhang Han kept urging him, what should not be changed in the morning and evening? The ministers were already waiting for him. If your majesty is sleepy, you can take a nap in the car.

Good words and bad words, oh no, only good words. Zhang Han never said anything bad to those in power in the empire.

Even after ten stones of good words, Ying Chengxuan was not moved to return to the ancestral hall to accompany his ancestors.

Being ignored, the ministers standing near the high platform for worshiping the sky were all a little unhappy.

They got up early and drove [-] miles from Xianyang to the old capital Yongcheng. They stood up an hour in advance in the extremely cold wind.

As a result, the high platform for offering sacrifices to the sky was empty for a long time. It was not until a quarter of an hour before the appointed time that the official informed them that the ceremony had been postponed.

Inhuman!
Of course, they had cursed this evil word in their hearts thousands of times but did not dare to say it out loud.Shuzi turned around and became the emperor. As Qin ministers, they had to accept it even if they didn't accept it.

After all, there is no second country in this world, for the time being.

Ying Zheng was dressed in disguise and was protected by a group of quicksand impurities led by Wei Zhuang, and his expression was not very good.

It's approaching noon.

"It's time to take over the throne before Xueluo! Zhu Zi is not enough!"

Gui Guzi, who had four moles on his forehead, stood next to Ying Zheng. No one commented on his strange appearance. How could the people know about the signs of ghosts?

And in terms of his strange appearance, Gui Guzi is not particularly eye-catching.

Compared with those who lost their noses after being tortured, Guiguzi was at least not incomplete.

"As expected, it was intentional."

Wang Xu looked at the pale sky.

After a while, a goose feather fell from the sky and landed on his mole, feeling ice cold.

And on the high platform that expressed the succession to heaven and earth, a figure had also stood still.

Heavy snow falls in Yongcheng, and we climb the high platform in Chang'an!
Snowflakes fell one after another, falling on Ying Chengyu's crown of heaven and on the shoulders of the black bird crown suit.

He stretched out his hand to catch it and looked downwards, but the white snow, which was even bigger than his thick eyebrows and big eyes, blocked his sight.

He walked to the edge of the high platform and swept under the high platform. In the quiet world of white snow, there were many trembling figures. They were the people of Yongcheng who were shivering from the cold weather.

While he was still catching up on his sleep at the ancestral temple, these common people were forced by the government to stand outside the altar, waiting for the arrival of dignitaries and him.

"If it hadn't been for this heavy snow, I would have planned to say more."

The perfect inner force of "Yellow Emperor" is powerful and timeless, and the people standing on the outermost layer can clearly hear Ying Chengyu's words.

Feng Chang, who was in charge of the sacrifices, felt cold in body and even colder in heart.

The white snow in winter did not completely take away the warmth in his body, but Chang'an Jun's words made his blood freeze completely.

He and thirteen officials from Fengchang Mansion, plus twenty-one doctors from the Doctoral Department, plus... in short, many, many people.

They worked hard to write an article with gorgeous words and majestic momentum, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth and paying homage to their ancestors.

But what Chang'an Jun is saying now is not just what the article says.

Heavy snowfall from the sky is an ominous sign.

He was already worried and beating uneasily, but the thing he was most worried about happened.

Ying Chengyu once again acted out of common sense, causing old Fengchang, who had served five generations of Qin kings including Ying Chengyu, to have retrograde energy and blood.

My heart was blocked, I couldn't take a breath, and I fell straight down.

Qin Chen beside him immediately supported him and shouted loudly for someone to come.

Although Lang Guan entered the scene quickly and carried Lao Fengchang away quickly.

But because of the previous shouting, there was still a commotion that could not be ignored, which attracted Ying Chengyu's attention.

Ying Chengyu glanced at it and saw that the trouble was in the inner circle, so he ignored it and threw down the document in his hand.

The yellow paper fluttered like a divine talisman, using Qin Chen's astonished gaze as a medium to seal the commotion in the court.

The people outside were feeling cold, and their hearts were immersed in grief because of the death of the First Emperor.

The yellow paper floating down from the high platform had no effect on them. They were extremely quiet.

It's snowing, heavy snowing.

They thought this was very unlucky and thought it was Heaven's opposition to the succession of Lord Chang'an. Heaven, like them, only recognized the First Emperor.

They are also very cold and their thinking slows down.

Thinking of having to kneel on the ground for a while, with their hands pressed into the cold and biting snow, they felt cold even before they knelt down.

They don’t want to kneel, and they even forget that it is natural for them to kneel to heaven and earth.

In this era where even a small cold has a mortality rate, they want this succession ceremony that is opposed by heaven and earth to end quickly.

They think a lot, but they won't say anything and will just wait silently.

Every succession ceremony is an extremely important event for Qin State, how could it end as quickly as they wanted.

Chang'an Jun, a madman, doesn't take God seriously, so he doesn't care what the untouchables think.

Their faces gradually hardened, like figurines with only one expression forever.

The succession ceremony will be carried out according to the normal time. This heavy snow will definitely freeze to death many people.

"But God didn't show mercy, and there was a heavy snowfall. I know you are hoping to leave soon, so I will keep my story short."

In the past, Ying Chengyu hated the opening ceremonies of elementary schools, middle schools, and universities.

The school leaders spoke one by one in the shade above, and they sat in the sun all afternoon.

This annoying form of nonsense stayed with him until his death. His department leaders would hold meetings every morning and evening to discuss corporate culture.

Do unto others, do not impose on others.

As the top leader, he shouldn't tear off the stems of other people's umbrellas because he was caught in the rain.

The people of Yongcheng raised their heads one after another and looked at the madman on the high platform in surprise.

Ying Chengxue chuckled.

Although the wind and snow were charming, the big movement of the people raising their heads collectively could not be covered by a snowstorm.

He raised his right hand high, pointed at the sky, and spoke loudly.

"Last year during the Wax Festival, the First Emperor worshiped heaven, earth, ghosts and gods here, asking for the yellow sky and thick earth to protect our great Qin.

"I am here to say that heaven does not exist, which is disrespectful to heaven. I want you to stand up. I say, 'If I don't die, there will be no heaven in Qin', and I will bear witness with my life.

"This year, the First Emperor who led you to kneel down to heaven, earth, gods and ghosts has died, but I, who did not kneel to heaven and say that heaven is a bird, are still alive.

"If there really are gods above Sanchi, and there really is a sky above the gods, why didn't they protect the First Emperor who respected them and kill me with a thunderbolt?"

The faces of the people changed and became as white as snow.

It was freezing and scary.No wonder it snows heavily. If the king of a country disrespects God, of course God will be angry!This heavy snow is proof that God is angry!

This winter, because of the new king's disrespect for heaven and earth, many people will freeze to death!
An expression of fear appeared on their frozen faces. They wanted to punish the arrogant Chang'an Jun like they did at the wax festival last year, but they did not dare to say a word.

They heard that the Lord of Chang'an called himself me, a word that only the emperor and the King of Qin could use.

They dare not scold the king of a country and the lord of the world.

"This stick!"

Ying Zheng has a dark face and a strong heart.

He never thought that his brother would use his death to write such an article.

He has long agreed with his brother's philosophy that there is no heaven, but he does not agree with his brother's behavior today at all.

Being among the people of Yongcheng, he has already felt the great changes in the mood of the people around him.

There will be heavy snow and cold weather this year, and many people will not be able to survive it.

After today's succession ceremony, Ying Chengyu's words will spread throughout the world with Yongcheng as the center, and there will be great chaos.

Needless to say, even if nothing happens in the land of the Six Kingdoms, the remnants of the Six Kingdoms will definitely slander everything in Qin.

What is really worrying is that the Qin State is basically in Guanzhong, and the old Qin people will settle this account on the new emperor.

The hearts of the people of the old Qin are no longer united. If Guanzhong is in chaos, how can the six countries be pacified? It would be good if they can defend Hangu Pass.

Ying Zheng, who became more and more frightened as he thought about it, took a deep breath and took a step forward to the high platform.

The land of the six kingdoms is in chaos, and the arrows are not on the strings, but are shot out.

At this time, whether he lives or dies, the remnants of the Six Nations will rebel.

Since his younger brother can't do it, he will come in person and regain the throne.

Ying Zheng seriously doubted that his brother was forcing him to come out, but he really had to come out.

If we don't come out, this matter will be difficult to control.

"Your Excellency, please be patient and calm."

Guiguzi smiled slightly and said softly:
"This is not Mount Tai, but it would be easier for Zen to die with you than Mount Tai."

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes without fear, sneered, and was about to speak.

Wang Chan said again:
"Zan knows that you have never been threatened, but if you die now, what will happen to Qin?"

The First Emperor did not die, but died at his younger brother's succession ceremony.

Given the prestige of the First Emperor in Guanzhong, this matter was more serious than Ying Cheng's disrespect for heaven.

Meng Tian in the northwest, Wang Ben in the northeast, and the generals who guarded the two major frontiers of the empire were all loyal to the First Emperor.

Ying Zheng's eyes were filled with anger as he looked at the see-through eyes beneath the four moles.

"After the ceremony, I will kill you."

"If you were still the King of Qin, it would not be difficult for you to die."

Guiguzi spoke leisurely.

"If you are not a king, you can do kingly things only with the acquiescence of the king, not the real king. If you choose to retreat, you will retreat to the end. Qin has no master. All things in the world are opposite to each other. If you gain freedom, you will lose it. Power. Ying Zheng, you are no longer a king, you should have gotten used to it."

On the high platform, Ying Chengyu finished speaking and waited quietly for a moment.

There was no thunder and lightning in the sky, nor was there any big commotion below the stage. He sighed slightly, feeling very complicated.

Joy, sorrow, it's all there.

And I can’t tell whether I am more happy or sad.

"My elder brother Ying Zheng, known as the First Emperor, passed away.

"I, Ying Chengxuan, succeeded to the throne as the Second Emperor of Qin according to the decree of the First Emperor. I haven't figured out my title yet. I will make it up in the future.

"You think it's my fault that the heavy snow falls from the sky, and I want you to take the punishment on your behalf. I know that you will lose your life in the winter.

"Today, as the Second Emperor of Qin, I will fight against the non-existent Heaven. I want you to survive this winter. I want you to know that the heavy snow on the branches is a beautiful sight. I want you to know that the auspicious snow heralds a good year."

Under the snowflakes that were flying all over the sky and getting bigger and bigger, the succession ceremony that should have been a grand ceremony just came to an end. There was no solemn music of drums and bells, and there was no crowd of soldiers and horses when the previous Qin kings succeeded to the throne.

This succession ceremony couldn't be more crude, it would sound like a joke.

Ying Chengyu, who only spoke for half a quarter of an hour on the high platform, even though he said many arrogant words, was considered by many people to be afraid of heaven.

It snowed heavily, which was an ominous sign, so the ceremony was ended in a hurry.

In the increasingly cold weather, people's hands and feet began to feel cold while living in their houses, and their hearts became restless.

What Ying Zheng had been worried about finally happened.

For this reason, Ying Zheng even forgot about running away from Gui Guzi and immediately looked for his brother.

But the younger brother didn't want to look for him, so he disappeared.

The positions were reversed. Ying Zheng, who did not dare to reveal his true identity, could not break into the palace like Ying Chengyu did at the beginning. He was so anxious that he could not see Ying Chengyu.

The virtual fire did not burn off Ying Zheng's eyebrows, but the real fire really burned away the dark, porous briquettes.

Within Hangu Pass, all counties and cities are like Xianyang last year. The government began to sell briquettes.

This kind of round pancake-like briquette with many holes poked in it is much better than the charcoal that is considered exclusive for nobles.

In the beginning, no one from the already poor people went to the government to buy briquettes, even though the price of briquettes was very low, only five yuan per stone.

But the people in Guanzhong would rather use these five coins to buy less than a bushel of millet.

However, the officials in each county sent small officials to deliver a stone of experimental briquettes door to door. After experiencing the warmth brought by this buried object, no one refused.

Extremely poor families who really have no money left at home can still borrow money to buy briquettes from the newly opened government-run money bank.

As long as you are buying briquettes, you can borrow money without interest and just pay back the principal in the coming year.

The new government money bank opened in every county in Guanzhong in just five days.

Businessmen who have been to South Korea feel that this scene is very familiar. When they think about it carefully, they think of the Lu Chamber of Commerce that opened all over South Korea in just a few days.

The businessman who thought of it kept this matter in his heart and did not dare to say a word. He just wanted to take the caravan to the government to purchase briquettes.

Five cents, what’s the difference between this and free money?
As long as five yuan, you can get the same warmth as a noble person in winter. This is a big business opportunity!
As long as they transport it out of Hangu Pass, they can instantly increase the price ten times outside the customs without worrying about selling it. The price of low-quality charcoal is fifty times that of honeycomb briquettes.

The government won't sell it.

The person in charge of the sale of briquettes is the legendary Prime Minister Lu Buwei. This big businessman has been selling rare goods since his early years. He is very familiar with the ways of businessmen.

Briquettes are sold strictly according to the household registration records of each county.

Private sales were not allowed, and briquettes were not allowed to be transported out of the city. Violators could be punished with imprisonment or confiscation of property.

After a group of construction workers were added to the Great Wall and several businessmen went bankrupt, no one wanted to take advantage of this batch of briquettes.

In the middle of winter, it’s bone-chillingly cold outside.

Inside the house in Guanzhong, it is as warm as summer.

(End of this chapter)