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

When Nazha was about to leave, in order to reassure her sister, she swore a poisonous oath that no matter what, she would never let Chen Qing touch her body.

It was already broken yesterday.

Reba was afraid of seeing each other again, Chen Qing couldn't control it for a while, and she couldn't stick to her heart.

How will I explain to my sister then?

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Personal affairs between men and women are put aside for the time being.

Today, Chen Qing, a people's entrepreneur, is neatly dressed, riding in a carriage with Fusu, and is about to make his debut in front of the people of Xianyang for the first time.

More than 20 heavy-duty carriages followed slowly behind, fine cinders spilled from the gaps in the baffles from time to time, and there was a long black track on the street along the way.

"Sir, I don't know if the regulations I ordered are a bit stricter?"

"Will there be poor people in their families who can't get coal?"

Fusu felt a little nervous and said worriedly.

The first emperor once moved 12 wealthy households from six countries to enrich Xianyang. As the most prosperous capital in the world at this time, the proportion of poor people in Xianyang city is actually not many.

Naturally, free coal and lamp oil are not available to everyone.

The regulations laid down by Fusu include 'those who have males in their families who have not returned from corvée service', 'the old, the weak and widowed', 'the disabled and unable to work', 'retired soldiers' and so on.

"Don't worry, Your Highness."

"It's a big deal to ask someone to post a notice later. If the family is really poor but has not distributed coal, you can come to Yichun Palace to explain the reason, and we will reissue it."

Chen Qing said briskly.

"Right."

Fu Su nodded with a smile: "I'm going to bother you again to waste your money."

Chen Qing took a deep look at the other party.

You are a good old man, you are too righteous.

Zhuo Tianlu and Cheng Ji monopolize private iron smelting, and they bear as much as [-]% of the tax!

This is not the future, there are preferential policies such as tax rebates, reductions and exemptions, and support.

What the imperial court takes away is the finished product, but no matter how much you cost, the business will be a loss or a profit.

Anyway, as long as you make something, you have to pay [-]% of the country's share first, and the rest is your own.

In contrast, the taxes paid by Chen Qing's coal mines are much lower.

According to the five-year development plan of Daqin, [-] million catties of coal will be produced in the first year, which is the most conservative estimate.

However, the wealthy households in Xianyang City are exempted, and the annual distribution of coal is almost 2000 million catties.

The tax is only [-]%!

When the output of coal comes up in a few years, I am afraid that even [-]% of it will not be used.

What Chen Qing issued was bad coal, which hadn't even been washed.

Anyway, it's not impossible to use it, it's better than freezing to death, right?

What's more, the processing cost of ironware is much higher than that of coal.

Sometimes he himself can't help but want to complain about Fusu, the prodigal son.

How dare you agree to give coal tax credits to the poor people in Xianyang.

"His Royal Highness is here."

"Quick, kneel down."

"His Royal Highness is sending charcoal to us."

In a remote alley, the head of the pavilion, the head of the village, and the elders led a large number of people looking forward to it.

Seeing a gorgeous chariot and many horse-drawn carriages transporting supplies from a distance, he hurriedly shouted for the people to kneel down.

"See Your Royal Highness!"

The voices of hundreds of people converged into the shouts of mountains and tsunami.

The common people knelt on the ground, eagerly staring at the noble, elegant and gentle Prince Highness on the chariot.

Fu Su's virtuous name is outside, he said that he would distribute charcoal to everyone, and he would definitely distribute it, and he was definitely not deceiving the people.

In the Great Qin Dynasty, only His Royal Highness, the prince who is lenient and caring for the people, would do such things.

"Exemption."

"My neighbors, get up quickly."

Fusu smiled kindly and got off the carriage.

Chen Qing couldn't help feeling that after the death of the first emperor, if Fusu came to preside over Xianyang City and doubled the troops of Liu Bang and Xiang Yu, they would never even think about attacking.

People's hearts are sometimes worthless, and sometimes they are more important than ten thousand pounds.

Instead of distributing coal first, Fusu ordered people to set up a stove on the side of the street, and then used firewood to ignite the coal.

He took the trouble to explain to the village head and village elders that when people use coal for heating, they must remember to install the flue and never close the doors and windows.

The common people stared eagerly at the coal in the stove, watching it gradually change from black to red charcoal.

"It's burning."

"Shi Nie can really be used as charcoal."

"I don't know if there is firewood that can withstand burning."

"Shut up! How could His Royal Highness be playing tricks on us? It's said in the notice that coal is much more useful than firewood."

The people whispered to each other and talked a lot.

"Everyone line up and get your photos."

"Eight hundred catties of coal and one catty of lamp oil for each family."

The guards came together with the head of the village and the villagers to maintain order.

The common people were in a mess, and soon formed a long winding dragon.

At first they couldn't believe it.

Eight hundred catties of coal?

A pound of lamp oil?

Don't want money for nothing?

How can there be such a good thing in the world!

But when the coal on the carriage was unloaded with a clatter, and several large baskets were filled and weighed, everyone's eyes were straightened.

"Is there anything wrong with the guy?"

"How do you pack lamp oil?"

A wrestler held a large spoon in his hand, and scooped a spoonful of kerosene out of the pottery urn.

Seeing the bewildered look of the people in front of him, he scolded impatiently.

"Oh, the villain will go home and get it."

"Quickly go back, next one."

Lux waved his hand, beckoning the rest to come forward.

"I didn't bring either."

"Just wait for me for a while, the villain will be back soon."

"Whoever lines up for me first, I'll go home and get some things."

The people dispersed in a rush, ran back to their homes quickly, and then dragged their families and came back with various containers.

The size of the team suddenly seemed to expand several times.

"The villain thanks His Highness the Crown Prince for his great kindness."

"Your Highness will live a hundred years, forever."

After receiving the coal and lamp oil, a quick-witted young man did not retreat directly, but ran to Fusu and knelt on the ground devoutly to thank him.

"Get up quickly."

"If you want to thank me, you shouldn't thank me."

"The coal distributed is a tax levied by the imperial court, and Chen Shaofu, the Leihuo Division, is responsible for the mining."

"If you want to thank, thank the imperial court and Chen Shaofu."

Fusu said modestly.

The young man raised his head, solemnly and deeply bowed to Chen Qing: "Xiaomin, thank you Young Master Chen for your kindness."

"You're welcome."

"Go back after receiving the coal and lamp oil."

Chen Qing waved his hand.

Next, the people who received the supplies followed suit, and everyone ran to Fusu and Chen Qing to thank them.

I have to say, quite a sense of accomplishment.

Eight hundred catties of coal and one catty of lamp oil are of negligible value to him.

But in the eyes of the common people, they are a heavy gift.

"Sir, do you think our Daqin five-year development plan can be realized?"

"Will people's lives get better and better?"

Fusu was very emotional and couldn't help asking.

"Of course!"

Chen Qing said with a smile: "The two of us join hands to keep the foreign people without a single day of peace, so that the people of Daqin can live and work in peace and contentment."

He raised his head, looked at the fine snow in the sky, and said in surprise: "It's the second snow."

"Yes."

Fusu said worryingly: "I never thought the weather would get cold so fast, and the coal must be sent out early to save the people from the cold."

Chen Qing shook his head: "It seems that the snow will be heavy, and the Huns in the north must not be able to hold back."

"My coal diggers will be here soon."

Chapter 156

In the far north, Jiuyuan County.

A heavy snowfall two days ago turned the sky and the earth into a uniform color.

Looking around, the inside and outside of the Great Wall are covered with snow, as if the whole world has become a world of ice and snow.

In the beacon tower made of thick stones, five soldiers were lying sprawled on the ground covered with thick felt blankets.

The bone-chilling wind blew in from the lookout, and Pang Guosheng, who was sitting opposite and sleeping against the wall, couldn't help shivering.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and found that the soldier on duty at night had fallen asleep at some point, and at this moment the snoring sounded louder and louder.

"This guy is lazy again."

"What if the Huns invade?"

As a corps leader, Pang Guosheng has a sense of responsibility even though he is a small official.

Of course, he also knew that the Huns' horses couldn't run because of the heavy snow outside.

In this kind of weather, basically nothing will happen.

Pang Guosheng happened to feel the urge to urinate, rubbed his sleepy eyes, put on a felt blanket and left the beacon tower.