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

"Just two days."

The First Emperor said impatiently, no longer interested in drinking tea, "Get up and go to the study."

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When Chen Qing hurried back, the chaos outside Yichun Palace was coming to an end.

"Don't go forward."

"Put the carriage by the wall."

A sentence appeared in the history books of later generations: The world has suffered from Qin for a long time.

The scene of a sea of ​​people in front of us is enough to show how eager the people are for benevolent governance.

The avenue at the entrance of Yichun Palace is more than ten meters wide and more than 300 meters long. Looking around at this moment, there are countless people's heads.

The people were packed like sardines, standing on tiptoe and looking forward.

Even though he could only hear a few vague shouts from Fusu, he still became inexplicably excited.

However, those who were lucky enough to admire the Prince's demeanor up close were not so happy.

Fusu kept Chen Qing's advice in mind, and did not agree to their request to act as an agent for agricultural affairs, and expressed his ambiguity about the tax cut that everyone was concerned about.

"Your Highness."

"My little one heard rumors that you said at the court meeting that iron hoes and plows will be as cheap as wild vegetables in the future."

"Ten catties of wheat can be exchanged for a handful."

"I don't know if this is serious or not?"

An old man asked persistently.

"Yes, yes."

"The price of iron is high, and a hoe is worth three stones of millet and more wheat. The common people really can't afford it."

"I heard that in some places, an iron hoe can be exchanged for five stones of rice."

"Your Highness, if you can really accomplish this, all the people in the world will be grateful for your kindness."

Fu Su nodded slowly: "It's true."

"But it's not now, but it depends on the mining status of coal and iron, and it will be gradually planned."

"The price of iron will come down."

Unlike Chen Qing, he dared to speak so deadly.

Xianyang's commerce and trade are well developed, and an iron hoe is worth more than three stones of millet and wheat, which is four hundred catties of grain.

And in some counties with severe iron deficiency, its value is as high as six hundred catties of rice!

As mentioned earlier, at this time, the fields that cannot be irrigated with water can only produce more than a dozen catties of grain per mu.

If ordinary farmers have poor fields, they need to produce more than 20 mu of land a year before they can exchange for an iron hoe.

Where can this be used?

"Your Highness, when did you say Xu Xu Tu Zhi?"

the old man asked unwillingly.

They came here today full of hope, but they didn't get any answers they wanted. The loss and frustration in their hearts can be imagined.

Thousands of eyes stared at Fusu's body, as if forming an impenetrable net, making him breathless.

At this moment, a thick voice suddenly came from a high place.

"The five-year development plan of Daqin was discussed at the meeting today. Ironware is as cheap as cabbage. Naturally, it will be five years later."

"What's the reason for the common people in Qianshou to gather in front of the Prince's Mansion?"

Chen Qing stood on the top of the wall, looking down at the people below with a majestic expression.

"gentlemen!"

Fusu's face showed a look of surprise, and his heart suddenly became lighter.

"My lord, how dare the little people gather together in the Prince's Mansion."

"Xiaomin is here to plead for his life."

"Please be careful, my lord."

The common people were frightened by him, and immediately trembled and wanted to kneel on the ground.

The problem was that they were so crowded that they couldn't even kneel down, let alone squat down.

"My official is Chen Qing, the Shaofu of the Lei Huo Division."

"The matter of coal and iron is fully in charge of this official."

"Five years later, it will be five years later, you can rest assured."

"Otherwise, even if you can spare me, His Majesty will sacrifice my head to heaven."

"The price of iron will come down, sooner or later it will be cheaper than wild vegetables."

"Let's disperse quickly, otherwise when the garrison arrives, don't feel wronged if they take you to prison."

Chen Qing coaxed and threatened, and the effect was immediate.

"Since your lord said so, we can rest assured."

"Xiaomin retreated immediately, and I hope His Highness and Your Excellency will not blame you."

"Thank you, my lord, for being the master of the people!"

"My lord, you have really done a great deed!"

The accumulated crowd slowly dissipated, everyone had excited expressions on their faces, whispering to each other from time to time, imagining the scene in the future when ironware is cheaper than cabbage.

On that day, I must add a whole set of iron farm tools to my family!

Not one piece, but the whole set!

There are also pots and pans at home. Since ironware is so cheap, it is better to change them all.

Pottery pots and bowls are broken when broken, but iron ones are not afraid of falling!

Like a gust of wind, this good news quickly spread to every corner of Xianyang City.

"Look, take a look."

"The ironware newly produced in Bashu is strong and durable."

In the deserted streets, the flow of people reappeared.

Although the guy didn't know what happened, he still dutifully took out two iron hoes, collided with each other and made a crisp sound, yelling to attract customers.

"Hmph, who needs an iron hoe!"

"Bashu iron merchants are the most treacherous. With their exquisite craftsmanship, they sell iron more expensive than gold!"

"Leave your tattered irons at home!"

"Master Chen from Leihuo Division said that ironware will be cheaper than wild vegetables in the future, and you Bashu iron merchants may have to beg on the street in the future!"

Instead of attracting guests, the guy attracted a lot of cynicism, and was immediately dumbfounded.

"Several guest officials stay behind."

The shopkeeper came out of the shop, "I don't know why everyone said that ironware is cheaper than wild vegetables?"

"Heh, you shopkeeper is full of fat, and you earn all the hard-earned money of our Xianyang people, and you are not afraid of rotten hearts."

"Don't pay attention to him, sooner or later he'll be the first to sell."

A group of people sneered at his retention and waved their sleeves to leave.

The shopkeeper talked about it and gave a few copper coins, and only then did he ask why.

"Leihuo Division Chen Shaofu?"

"His Royal Highness..."

He knew that the matter was of great importance, so he asked the clerk to look at the shop first, and hurried to report to Bashu Chamber of Commerce.

Chapter 131 Fighting Chen Qing with me, do they have the strength?

at dusk.

After Chen Qing and Fusu finished talking, they hurried to the residence.

"hiss……"

A faint stabbing pain came from his knee. He lifted off his official robe and rolled up his trousers, only to find that there was a bright red patch on his knee, which scratched the area the size of a palm.

"Daqin's bean curd dregs project is really harmful."

"Go back to the mountains to find out if there is any limestone, and make cement early."

Chen Qing limped and complained softly.

"Chen Shaofu, what's wrong with you?"

Xiangliling lingered for a long time, and finally waited for him to come back.

Seeing that his face was in pain, and his leg seemed to be injured, he couldn't help asking with concern.

"Miss Ling."

Chen Qing stood up straight and said with an embarrassed smile: "The door was blocked too much before, so I climbed onto the wall in a moment of anxiety. Unexpectedly, the tiles came loose, and my knees rubbed against the corner of the wall."

"what?"

"Is it serious, show me."

Xiangli Ling immediately showed a worried look, trotted over and stared nervously at his injured left leg.

"It's okay, just go back to the room and get some medicine for sores."

Chen Qing waved his hand.

"I have the wound medicine there. It is made by the secret method of Momen, and the effect is very good."

"I'll help you back to your room first."

Xiangli Ling supported his arm.

"I just scratched the skin a little bit, and it's not a broken leg."

Chen Qing refused.

"Just listen to me."

Xiangli Ling's voice was soft, with complaints in her concern, and her appearance like a little daughter-in-law easily touched Chen Qing's heartstrings.

"it is good."

He nodded absent-mindedly, his eyes reluctant to leave Xiangli Ling's delicate side face.

Soon.

Sitting in the room, Chen Qing heard hurried footsteps approaching.

Xiang Liling shook a small bluish-white porcelain bottle: "My lord, here comes the wound medicine."

Chen Qing glanced at the bottle and knew that it contained good medicine.

Porcelain was probably invented in the Shang Dynasty, and it has been thousands of years since the Great Qin Dynasty.

However, due to the lack of methods, the improvement of craftsmanship is very slow, and the porcelain fired so far is still very crude, with a low yield and expensive prices.

It is generally not willing to use porcelain bottles for non-critical items.

"You lift up your trouser legs, and I'll give you medicine."

Xiangli Ling squatted in front of him, and opened the cork on the bottle.

A pungent herbal smell permeated the nose.

"Excuse me."