Daqin: Zulong faked his death, and I amputated the beauties in the harem

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"Fart, at first I thought the twelfth son was just fooling around, thinking that he couldn't make ice, and now you have also seen that with this method of ice making, the soldiers can spend the summer better."

"And we don't have to eat those rotten grains anymore, so the soldiers won't get sick, why are you so stupid!"

"Soldiers come back from the war and drink a bowl of iced mung bean soup in the camp, which will surely relieve the fatigue of the day."

"Although we are rough people, we still understand this point, how can we not?"

"And this ice-making method is simple and easy to implement but precious. We hold saltpeter in our own hands and can only be mined with permission."

Hearing this, the eyes of the soldiers next to him were filled with anticipation, as if they had already had that bowl of iced mung bean soup right now.

Wang Ben turned his head to look at the mansion of the Twelve Young Masters, and said slowly:

"Just now I made it clear to the twelve sons that our royal family has never participated in the struggle between the sons, and I can see that the twelve sons will definitely set off a bloody storm in the court. No one knows whether the Great Qin will change. , Only if we don’t participate in it can we be alone.”

"Besides, you see, he only knows how to enjoy himself. He doesn't know if he will be able to govern the country if he gets some ice cubes of flowers and plants."

"Forget it, let these literati fight for the rest. We have got the method of making ice, so let's go back and try it now."

Just as Wang Ben was about to leave with his soldiers, he heard a cold voice behind him.

"Wait a minute, General."

Turning around, he saw a woman in a long black dress, who was Ying Jia's maid.

The distance between the two was tens of meters, but Mo Yu's voice could reach Wang Ben's ears.

Mo Yu naturally heard what Wang Ben said just now, so her face was terribly cold.

Wang Ben was about to ask what was the matter, but before he could open his mouth, he saw Mo Yu throwing a cloth bag over.

"Oh!"

The cloth bag was thrown like a big rock.

When Wang Ben reacted, it was too late to dodge, and instinctively stretched out his hands to hug the bag.

The internal energy of the person who threw the cloth bag was astonishing, Wang Ben immediately used the true energy in his body to take a step back uncontrollably before stabilizing.

The cloth bag hit Wang Ben's chest firmly, and he took a deep breath before he recovered.

This behavior undoubtedly aroused Wang Ben's anger.

"Bold!"

Seeing the general being attacked by a woman, the soldiers were naturally unhappy and stared at Mo Yu.

Wang Ben stretched out his hand to signal the soldiers not to act rashly, while frowning and looking at the cloth bag in his hand.

He turned his head to look at Mo Yu, and asked coldly, "What are you doing, Miss?"

"Hmph, you guys can arrange it behind your back? It's really cheap for you."

Mo Yu clenched her fists and said coldly.

"My son's ability to govern the country is naturally invisible to you rough people, and it is hard to come by."

"The cloth bag in your hand contains salt, and the young master said that he will reward you."

Hearing this, Wang Ben quickly opened the bag.

Sure enough, there is table salt inside, crystal clear, clean and white.

But how can there be such fine salt?

Wang Ben, who had never seen it before, stretched out his fingers and dipped some salt into his mouth.

"Too salty!"

Wang Ben still couldn't believe it, he wiped the armor on his body with his muddy fingers.

After his fingers were clean, he reached into the cloth bag to take some pellets and put them in his mouth.

Still salty!

And there is no miscellaneous smell.

Wang Ben really believed it this time, his eyes widened.

Refined salt!

He had never seen such clean salt.

"This salt is so fine, where did it come from?"

"Even Daqin's most refined refining method can't extract so much and such refined salt."

Or did the Twelve Young Masters secretly evacuate the treasury?Isn't this a rebellion?

That's it!

This is not something I should ask. If I say no to meddling, I must not get involved.

Forget it, no matter where he came from, if you give it to yourself now, it's yours.

This trip is really not in vain!

Hahaha!

So much refined salt is enough to feed my hundreds of thousands of troops for a year.

As long as the soldiers have to eat salt every day half a month before going to the battlefield, they will be invincible.

Wonderful!

In future wars, Lao Tzu's soldiers must be the most energetic ones.

How to make ice, and so much refined salt.

There are a few more such errands.

Wang Ben didn't even think about being polite. Since he gave it, there was no reason to change it back. As for gratitude, he didn't have half of it.

"Girl, I don't ask you how you got the salt. If something happens in the future, it has nothing to do with me."

"I have accepted all these, so instead of thanking the Twelve Young Masters, I asked the girl to express my gratitude on my behalf."

Seeing these reckless vulgar people, Mo Yu was in no good mood at all, but still frowned and sent Ying Jia's words:

"The young master also explained that since the general wants fairness and justice, then the young master will not lose you."

"In the future, I will give you salt as a reward for my errands."

After explaining, Mo Yu left without looking back.

Those rough people are disrespectful to the young master, and she can't figure out why the young master is still so kind to them.

Wang Ben stood there stunned.

Do you still have refined salt?

how can that be!

Chapter 22 He emptied the treasury?

Wang Ben brought the soldiers back to the barracks excitedly.

As for where the twelve sons got so much salt, he didn't want to care about it, and he couldn't care about it.

As long as his soldiers have enough salt and don't die of exhaustion on the battlefield, he will be happy.

Today is not a busy day.

On the other side of the Zhangtai Palace, Feng Quji and Li Si kept several Jiuqings, including Meng Yi, Wang Li, Li Xin and Li You.

The two prime ministers thought that these people were important ministers in the court, and they had to be persuaded first, so that they would not stop the Twelve Princes from promulgating the decree.

But now, Feng Quji and Li Si were very worried.

The first person to stand up against it was Shangqing Mengyi.

"Everyone knows that the Twelve Young Masters have always liked to be ignorant, and Da Qin must not be handed over to such a dude."

Meng Yi tried to reason and said: "Meng Yi has been with His Majesty since he was a child, and he knows his mind best, and His Majesty once said that he wanted to make son Fusu his successor."

"Now, the two prime ministers say that His Majesty has not left a will."

"No matter according to His Majesty's wishes or according to the Daqin etiquette, the son should support Su and supervise the country."

"Besides, you are not clear about Young Master Jia's method of governing the country."

"Is he a Confucianist or a Legalist? Yi thought that Young Master Jia didn't know all kinds of schools of thought."

"Therefore, Yi will not support Young Master Jia."

After finishing speaking, Meng Yi turned his head away, ignoring Li Si and the others.

The Meng family has always supported the young master Fusu as the future successor of Daqin, and even the prime minister cannot ignore his opinion.

Moreover, there are many people who support Meng Yi in the court.

On the northern border of the city, General Meng Tian still holds hundreds of thousands of troops in his hands.

The status of the Meng family cannot be shaken.

Seeing how stubborn Meng Yi was, Feng Quji and Li Si had no choice.

If he wanted him to truly surrender, he might have to go out with the twelve young masters himself.

Then, everyone discussed other matters and dispersed.

It was almost dusk, and candles were lit in the secret room.

Shadow quietly stood beside Ying Zheng, waiting for His Majesty to complete his training.

After a long time, Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes, his face was radiant, and his realm had improved a lot today, and Shi Huang also put his worries behind him.

"What happened to that traitor?"

Shi Huang's tone was not so majestic and cold.

Shadow clasped his hands together.

"Report to Your Majesty."

"Another thing happened today, don't get angry."

The First Emperor waved his hand: "Things that can make me angry have already happened in the morning, and I don't believe there is anything else that can make me angry."

"Go ahead."

Shadow hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"The subordinate followed the twelve sons back to his manor..."

"Ok?"

The First Emperor frowned slightly: "Manor? He built a manor? How big can Xianyang City be?"

Shadow nervously replied: "Yes, in the outskirts of Chengdong, Xianyang."

"The eastern suburbs?"

Shi Huang's tone softened a bit: "How big is the garden? How is the house?"

"This... the house is similar to Xianyang City, but the scenery is pleasant, covering an area of about one thousand mu."

"How much land does it occupy?"

Shi Huang raised his voice: "One thousand mu?"

Shadow nodded.