Daqin: Assist Zulong at the beginning and become a public enemy

Chapter 8 The Old Liar Xu Fu

Chapter 8 The Old Liar Xu Fu

"He really told you that?"

Inside the Zhangtai Palace, Ying Zheng looked at the white and flawless paper in his hand with a strange expression on his face.

"Father, this thing is indeed shocking. Moreover, the movable type printing technique mentioned by Zhao Gang is even more unheard of. If these two things can be used by our Daqin, they will surely win the hearts of officials all over the world. I hope my father will allow it. "

Fusu's meaning is very simple.

Since Zhao Gang wants to do business, let's do it with him.

Anyway, Daqin wants money and money, and people.

Not bad for that.

"Has Zhao Gang explained clearly how to do this business?"

"He is responsible for the production, we only need to buy, and the purchase price is temporarily set at one gold per piece."

"Hehe, with such a price, isn't he afraid that I will force him to buy it?"

Fu Su was startled when he heard this.

"Zhao Gang said that this paper can only be made by him alone. If he buys it by force, the business will not be done. Anyway, what he lost was only gold and silver, and what Daqin lost was the opportunity to lead the thinking of the whole world. Which is more important, father It must be measured clearly."

Ying Zheng burst out laughing when he heard this.

"This kid, I didn't expect to dare to threaten me."

what's the situation?
Royal father can actually laugh?

When I grow up so big, the number of times I see my father laughing can be counted on the fingers.

The last time was probably a few years ago when Qi Wangjian surrendered.

What's even more frightening is that, instead of being angry, he was so happy when he was threatened.

This unscientific!

I once contradicted him and was immediately scolded to death.

Ninth Brother was whipped ten times in public as a punishment for lying in front of his father.

Compared with Zhao Gang, these biological sons of my own have fared too badly!

Could it be that we were all picked up outside Xianyang City?
If Yingzheng knew what was going on in Fusu's mind, he would probably be given another blow.

"Forget it, one gold is one gold, you tell the stinky boy, I want [-] copies first. But he must deliver the goods within three days, otherwise, I will punish him for the crime of deceiving the emperor."

"Father, [-] pieces will cost [-] gold, isn't that too much?"

Ying Zheng sneered slightly: "The more the better, it's best to let him be exhausted to death. Even if I let him earn money, I will never let him earn comfortably."

Fusu also showed a cruel smile when he heard this.

"Father and Emperor Mingjian."

When the news reached Zhao Gang, instead of worrying, Zhao Gang was elated.

After a simple wash, he immediately summoned all the servants in the mansion.

Although Zhao Gang was not doing his job properly on weekdays, it caused rumors and gossips among many people in the mansion.

But he is the master after all, how dare the servants not listen to his words.

Wait for everyone to gather.

"I have a job here, one gold a day, who among you is willing to do it?"

As soon as these words came out, all the servants were shocked.

The Qin Dynasty is not a later generation, servants and nannies are all hired.

Here, these people are Zhao Gao's slaves.

Their life and death were all decided by Zhao Gao alone. Zhao Gao rewarded them if he was in a good mood;

This is the first time I heard that you can get money by doing things for the master.

And it's one gold a day.

Where can I find such a good thing.

"Sir, I have the strength. I don't want so much. Half a day of gold is enough."

"Young master, do you think I can do it?"

The crowd quickly crowded over, surrounded Zhao Gang and scrambled to ask.

Zhao Gang said with a faint smile, "Priority is given to those who are physically strong."

The female family members present were suddenly disheartened.

The men all smiled happily.

After all, the price is really sky-high. Ordinary farmers may not earn even one gold coin for a year's hard work, but working here in Zhao Gang can earn someone else's year's income in one day's work.

Who doesn't want to come?
Zhao Gang is not a fool either.

High rewards naturally require high returns.

Although these servants don't know how to produce paper yet, as long as they become proficient, everything will be solved naturally.

"Okay, all of you are now following Xiaodie's arrangement."

Xiaodie raised her neck and looked at the people present with her hands on her hips and said: "You guys go to cut down the trees, you guys go to prepare the straw bark, don't be lazy."

Under Xiaodie's arrangement, more than [-] servants began to get busy.

Everyone performed their duties, and in the blink of an eye, the entire backyard was filled with smoke and ashes.

The smoke and dust from pulp cooking floated over Zhao Gao's mansion, forming a spectacle.

Inside Zhangtai Palace.

Zhao Gao carefully waited by Ying Zheng's side.

"Your Majesty, there are already three hundred stone memorials sent from various places today, it's time to rest."

"Do you have three hundred stones?"

Ying Zheng moved his wrist, looked at the tray beside him, and sighed helplessly: "The bamboo slips are too heavy, my wrist is numb, and my eyes are also uncomfortable."

"Your Majesty, do you need Xiao Gaozi to see the imperial doctor for you?"

"No, it's an old problem. The imperial doctor said all kinds of things, but in the end there is still no way to solve the problem. Let's let the immortal master come for a visit!"

"According to the order."

There may be only one person in the entire Great Qin who is called the Immortal Master.

That was Xu Fu who was reused by Ying Zheng.

Books have the same text, cars have the same track, unified weights and measures, built galloping roads, and built the Great Wall.Each one is a great achievement of Yingzheng, and each one is comparable to the Three Emperors and Five Emperors.

From Ying Zheng's point of view, he seemed to have become an omnipotent god.

But in the end, he found that there was one thing he couldn't do.

That is longevity.

Although he is only in his forties, he always feels powerless all day long.There are more and more gray hairs on the temples, and the bones of the body are not as before.

He doesn't want to die.

Even if he was about to die, he hoped that he would leave after finishing everything in Daqin.

It was precisely because of his persistence that he became seriously ill and sought medical treatment.

Only then did the alchemists headed by Xu Fu board the stage of Qin State.

Just as Ying Zheng was thinking wildly, Zhao Gao's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty, the immortal master has arrived."

"Quick, let him in."

A moment later, Xu Fu, who was dressed in a blue-gray robe and had gray temples, looked a bit daft and immortal, and accompanied by Zhao Gao, came in front of Ying Zheng.

As soon as he walked in, Xu Fu said to Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, your complexion looks a lot worse. Are you taking the elixir normally?"

Ying Zheng replied: "One service per month has never stopped, but for some reason, my body is getting worse and worse."

Xu Fu sighed sadly and replied: "I am incompetent, because my morality is not enough to refine the real elixir, and the medicine is not strong enough, so naturally I cannot let Your Majesty live a long and boundless life."

Ying Zheng's heart suddenly clenched.

"Master Immortal, what should I do?"

"I am afraid that the matter of going to sea to seek alchemy that I told His Majesty before cannot be delayed any longer."

Ying Zheng fell silent.

Whether there are gods or not in the world has always been a question in his heart.

He wishes there was, but feels like there isn't.

"Master Immortal, let me ask you, is there really a fairy mountain outside the East China Sea?"

"Your Majesty, there are really fairy mountains outside the East China Sea. One is called Penglai, one is called Abbot, and the other is Yingzhou. The fairy mountains are surrounded by fairy air all year round. There are immortals living on the top of the fairy mountains, flying with swords at their feet."

Zhao Gao glanced at Xu Fu, a look of approval flashed in his eyes.

Ying Zheng asked again: "The trip to the East China Sea, what do I need to prepare for the immortal?"

Although Xu Fu had the answer in his heart, he pretended to be arrogant and said, "Tomorrow is the fifteenth day. I will give you the answer after I dream of meeting the gods."

What Xu Fu said was true and methodical, not like a temporary lie.

This made Ying Zheng believe it.

Longevity is really too tempting, even if the chance is slim, you have to try it yourself.

"Okay, I'm waiting for your good news."

At this moment, a servant suddenly stumbled in.

"Your Majesty, Immortal Mist, the Fu Ling's house was suddenly enveloped by a cloud of Immortal Mist, which will never disperse."

"Fairy fog?"

Ying Zheng's face was filled with joy when he heard the words. Could it be that his long-cherished wish for many years is really about to come true?
Xu Fu's face was full of strangeness, thinking to himself, I'm just talking nonsense, could there really be gods in this world?

"Go, you all follow me to have a look."

(End of this chapter)