Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

Even the emperor would not agree.

"Sir, you may not know Daqin well."

Fusu shook his head and sighed.

"Prince, you don't understand capital."

Chen Qing said meaningfully.

"Ok?"

"What is capital?"

Fusu asked suspiciously.

"Capital, to put it bluntly, is money and wealth."

Chen Qing explained: "Businessmen drive profit. Even if the water mill is only used to grind flour, is the wheat more expensive or the flour more expensive? Is it beneficial?"

Fusu nodded: "It is indeed profitable."

"That's it!"

"When the water mill is popularized, even if the imperial court refuses to allow it to be built, there will be rich and famous families secretly building it in a place far away from the emperor to make profits."

Chen Qing himself is a powerful Daijun, and his words are quite convincing.

Fusu pondered for a moment, and couldn't help showing a wry smile: "Then I will remember it according to what you said."

"Let's talk about steel next."

"the first year……"

"Five years later, Daqin's steel production will reach 20 tons per year. For the convenience of the common people, let's count it as one billion catties."

Fusu stopped writing unconsciously: "Sir..."

"Less less, you just remember."

"If you can't make it by then, you can ask me."

Chen Qing said impatiently.

"Coal production... Let's count it as 100 million tons. This thing has a wide range of uses, and it is easy to mine large reserves."

"gentlemen……"

"His Royal Highness!"

Chen Qing's thoughts were interrupted again and again, and he couldn't help being annoyed.

"Fortunately, you are still the prince of Daqin, and you will be the emperor in the future."

"There is no such pattern?"

"I've tried to say as little as possible, why do you..."

He stared at Fusu with hatred, and suddenly remembered the other party's identity, and quickly apologized: "It's the humble minister Meng Lang, but since the humble minister dares to boast about Haikou, he must be sure."

Fusu had mixed feelings in his heart.

Who doesn't want the goals of this five-year development plan to be achieved?

The question is, if you take it out, who will believe it?

I'm afraid even the emperor doesn't believe it!

"Your Highness, you have to believe in the magic of industry."

"It won't take five years. When this winter is over. When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, Xianyang will change a lot."

Chen Qing said confidently.

"Sir, since you said that this plan is for the common people, I'm afraid... the world will regard it as absurd and nonsense."

"At that time, instead of bringing people back to their hearts, I am afraid it will have the opposite effect."

Fusu persuaded him earnestly.

Chen Qing was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized.

It seems so.

"That's all, if you reduce everything by [-]% or [-]%, you can plan by one-tenth."

"MMP, to tell the truth, no one believes it, and it's really outrageous."

Chen Qing said in a moody way.

Fusu smiled and stood up, wanting to comfort him.

At this time, someone came in carefully and reported: "Your Highness, the chariots and horses are ready. I wonder when you will leave?"

"Almost forgot."

"Sir, the excavation of Stone Nirvana on the outskirts of the city has already achieved quite a lot of results. I hope you can give me your advice on what to do next."

Fu Su took the initiative to invite: "Why don't we go together and decide on the location of Lei Huo Division along the way."

"it is good."

Chen Qing was upset and wanted to go out to relax, so he readily agreed.

Chapter 114 Fusu, Come Be a Coal Boss With Me

The convoy that the prince was traveling in cheered and cheered.

Meng Gan took away [-] elite soldiers from the northern army, and most of the rest were used as bodyguards in the prince's mansion. The treatment was much higher than that in the northern land, so naturally they tried their best to serve them.

"Your Highness, you think it's impossible, because you don't understand the root of industrialization."

"The material in the Royal Internal Library is just a seed. If it is planted, watered and fertilized, it will soon take root and grow vigorously."

"As the saying goes, if you plant a grain of millet in spring, you will reap ten thousand seeds in autumn."

Chen Qing still did not exaggerate before trying to make Fusu understand.

"Let's use an analogy. In the first year, the court spared no effort to build two thousand hydraulic mills, one tenth of which was used to grind ore and forge iron."

"In this way, will the production of copper and iron increase?"

Fu Su nodded: "Yes."

"The metal parts needed to make a mill are nothing more than gears. Since the output of copper and iron has increased, can't we make hundreds or even thousands of gears out of thin air every year?"

"With inexhaustible copper and iron, axes, saws, and chisels can be made, and the output of wood and stone mills will also increase."

"Yes or no?"

Chen Qing asked again.

"Yes."

Fusu thought for a moment, then nodded.

"That's fine."

"The increase in productivity will make the supply of materials more and more sufficient."

"Wait until the second year, at least double the water mill."

"As a result, the output of copper, iron, wood, and stone has increased many times."

"The chicken lays the egg, and the egg lays the chicken, so there will be no shortage of children and grandchildren."

"It grows exponentially, not the usual addition, subtraction, multiplication and division."

Chen Qing let out a long sigh of relief.

In more than 200 BC, it was too difficult for an ancient man (even if he was a prince) to understand industrialization.

"Wait until winter and we will make a snowball with our hands, and if we throw it down the hillside."

"As it rolls, more and more snow will stick to it."

"Go away like this, go away—"

Suddenly, the coachman reined in the reins.

Chen Qing was gesticulating and explaining the snowball effect when the carriage stopped suddenly.

He lost his balance for a moment, yelled 'Fuck' and rushed out with inertia.

"Be careful sir!"

Fortunately, Fusu pulled him back.

In the wilderness ahead, countless figures suddenly emerged from the woodland.

They rushed towards Fusu's convoy at high speed, obviously premeditated.

"Protect His Royal Highness!"

"Array! Bow and crossbow stringed!"

The northern army reacted extremely quickly.

The guards quickly formed a circular array, firmly protecting the carriage in the middle.

The soldiers untied their crossbows, held arrows in their mouths, and pulled the bowstring vigorously.

"Wait a minute!"

Chen Qinggao let out a drink.

He stands tall and sees far.

The crowd blocking the way ahead was ragged and unarmed.

Although there are thousands of them in total, there are few of them, including men, women, old and young, and they don't seem like villains.

"His Royal Highness, I am wronged!"

"I beg Your Highness to let Xiaomin decide!"

At a distance of 70 meters, the person in the lead kneels down on the ground.

The rest of the people followed suit and knelt down on the road in an instant, kowtowing and crying for innocence.

Chen Qing couldn't help laughing.

Is this blocking the way and calling for injustice, and suing imperial court?

You do know who has a good temper.

If it were Emperor Shihuang who traveled, he might have disappeared long ago.

"Who is calling for injustice in front?"

Fu Su's heart softened, seeing so many people blocking the way at the same time, he expected a huge injustice.

After the guards stepped forward to inquire, three old men whispered to each other, stood up and followed cautiously.

"His Royal Highness."

In front of the carriage, the three of them knelt down at the same time.

"It's freezing cold, old man, get up and talk."

Fusu took the initiative to get out of the car and helped the other party up.

"Your Highness..."

The three gray-haired old men were moved to tears.

The prince is indeed as lenient and caring as the rumors say.

"I'm waiting for the pavilion chief and village chief of nearby Baligou..."

"Are you here because of Shi Nie's mine?"

Before the other party finished speaking, Fu Su understood the reason.

"Exactly."

The three old men bowed their heads and bowed their heads: "Your Highness, the imperial court suddenly confiscated our village, saying that they want to mine underground stones."