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

The rules of the Mohist school were taught when they were apprentices, and everyone is familiar with them.

But Xiangli's family has never exercised Juzi's rights, and even the disciple who has followed Xianglixi the longest has never seen Juziling.

"As a teacher, how dare you have the audacity to call yourself Juzi."

Xianglixi laughed at himself in a complicated mood.

"The order of the Chen government is the first of its kind in the world, and intends to confer titles on craftsmen of the Great Qin Dynasty."

"Among them the great kindness and righteousness, I can hardly repay them in ten lifetimes."

"Today, as a teacher, I also broke the old rules of Mohism..."

"The responsibility is borne by me alone."

"After a hundred years, I will pass on the order of Juzi to Chen Qing."

The calm words were like a thunderbolt.

Before the words fell, many disciples raised their heads in unison.

Chen Qing is an outsider!

He is not even a Mohist disciple, so how can he inherit the order of Juzi?

"Tian Zhou."

"Your skill is already superior to mine, and Ji Ziling was originally going to pass it on to you."

"Now let me ask the teacher, are you convinced?"

Xiangli Xi asked with a serious face.

"The disciple is convinced."

Tian Zhou lowered his eyes and lowered his head, bowed and said: "All the disciples have seen the deeds of the Chen Fuling. He is not in the Mo family, but his contribution to the craftsmen in the world is unmatched by anyone."

"Juzi makes the capable live there, and the disciples are willing to hand over the virtuous."

Xianglixi asked a few more people.

Even Tian Zhou is like this, and the rest have nothing to say.

"Then this matter is settled like this. If there is any repentance, there will be a thunderbolt!"

"In the future, if the teacher is not around, you should follow the order of Chen Fu."

"He won't treat you badly."

Xiangli Xi had an intuition.

The Mohist school, which has been divided for a hundred years, may be able to reunite under Chen Qing's hands and create another glories.

As for how far he can go, even he can't say for sure.

Chapter 249

The next day, the sky gradually brightened.

The magnificent city of Xianyang wakes up from a deep sleep.

An endless stream of motorcades gathered here from all directions, braving the severe cold to enter the city to sell various commodities.

The ancestor worship on the third day of the first lunar month is the top priority of the year for everyone.

Even the people in Qianshou will buy some five-grain snacks, turbid wine, and dried fruits that are usually reluctant to eat to pay homage to their ancestors and pray for them to bless their children and grandchildren for the next year.

Aristocratic families pay more attention to it, and usually start preparing ritual vessels, three animals, and various wine tributes for sacrifices a month or even half a year in advance.

Chen Qing's hometown is not in Daqin, which naturally saves him a lot of trouble.

Early in the morning, he stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Xiangli Ling and Reba who were busy frying red bean buns with perilla.

Ying Shiman's dowry covers almost all daily necessities.

Among them was a urn of extremely expensive perilla oil.

"Husband doesn't go to the palace to play things, why hide here and watch the women's work?"

Ying Shiman felt sorry for her perilla oil, and complained resentfully.

"I'm lazy."

Chen Qing stared intently at the red bean buns fried until golden. The tempting aroma made people salivate.

Before Ying Shiman got angry, he explained: "The morning morning is not over yet, I went there to wait, why not talk about it after breakfast."

"Then you don't have to be so extravagant."

"This urn of oil costs at least [-] yi gold. If you use up a pot, it will not be easy to buy it in the future."

Ying Shiman complained again.

"I'm hungry."

Chen Qingli said confidently.

"you……"

Ying Shiman was very angry.

If you are not in charge of your family, you don't know how expensive firewood is.

Chen Qing spent money like water, and even used part of her dowry to give yearly gifts to her subordinates.

Although Ying Shiman is not a woman with a small belly, but she does housework all day, so she can't see it.

"It's fine at home like this. The emperor let you take charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It's good for you to spend extravagantly."

"Father was so angry with you last night that he couldn't even eat."

She lost her temper and couldn't help turning over old accounts.

"A woman's opinion, what do you know!"

Chen Qing was impatient with her nagging.

The first emperor was not angry because of extravagance and waste, it was clearly because the Xianyang Palace was not built for him!

"The Royal Bank is in charge of the world's money savings and circulation, can it be fooled?"

"Choose the best prime location in Xianyang and hire Qin Mo's engineer to build it."

"What kind of glass, cement, tiles, all available for it to use."

"My husband is planning to build a hanging garden on the pavilion, and it's better to build a pond to raise two carp."

"The servants and maidservants who serve must follow the standards of the palace, and they must wear deep clothes and fine clothes."

"As soon as a customer enters the door, no matter what is going on, the first time he speaks is an authentic Xianyang accent: 'Your Excellency is welcome'."

"What a face!"

Chen Qing started to talk, and said vividly: "The people who come and go are either family officials or rich merchants. It takes more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages to deposit and withdraw money."

"If you save dozens or even hundreds of Yijin, you will be ashamed to say hello to people when you go out."

Ying Shiman was angry and impatient, and was about to speak up to refute.

Chen Qing held up his palms: "You have to study the psychology of rich people. The cost of our bank construction is at least hundreds of thousands."

"Are you willing to enter the gate of the bank with three melons and two dates?"

"We have such a big family business, if you save one hundred and eighty thousand coins, it's not even worth a drop in the bucket!"

"Will you run away with his money?"

"That's impossible!"

Ying Shiman showed sullen expression: "All right, all right, you are right."

"The red bean buns are ready, you should hurry up and get down to business."

"I will follow you into the palace to visit the royal father and concubine mother."

Xiangli Ling wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, and brought up the steaming red bean bun.

Ying Shiman told her to pack some for herself, and left angrily.

"A Ling, try one."

Chen Qing picked up the red bean bag and handed it to Xiangli Ling's mouth first.

"Reba, stop staring, eat while it's hot."

"The meatballs and fishballs will be fried later, take some back with you."

Gentle smiles appeared on the faces of the two of them.

Xiang Liling couldn't help persuading: "Chen Lang, why are you making Her Royal Highness angry? Just say a few soft words."

Chen Qing said while eating: "I have to let her know that now she is a member of the old Chen family, don't worry about the royal family all day long."

"gone."

He waved his hand, grabbed a few red bean buns, and walked towards the gate.

Xiangli Ling shook his head.

Even the princess can't do anything about him, so what's the use of persuading him.

The gate of the mansion.

Chen Qing waited and waited, but Ying Shiman just didn't come.

"You still think I'm tired and procrastinating, and it takes you so long to get dressed?"

After muttering something in a low voice, loud crying suddenly came out not far away.

The freshly fried red bean buns are golden in color and full of aroma.

In Daqin, where cooking oil is extremely scarce, it is a delicacy that is rarer than meat.

A four or five-year-old child saw the red bean buns in Chen Qing's hands on the street, and seeing him eating them deliciously, he was so hungry that he couldn't walk.

After begging her mother coquettishly, she wanted to roll all over the floor in order to get her wish, but in the end she got beaten.

That woman has a beautiful face and well-dressed clothes, and she presumably belongs to a wealthy family.

But Chen Qing's mansion is divided from Yichun Palace, even if she doesn't know who the owner of the mansion is, it's not something she can climb high.

"I'll leave if you don't get up again, can't you get up?"

"Sorry, I want to eat that!"

The child was lying on the ground, pointing to the red bean bun in Chen Qing's hand.

"Okay, I'm sorry, right?"

"My mother really left."

The woman let go of her hand and took two steps forward.

"Can't you get up?"

"I'm going to eat that!"

The child held his temper and refused to get up.

"Hmph, then you can stay here."

The woman quickly walked a certain distance, and stood at the corner of the street, waiting for the child to catch up.

Chen Qing looked amused and waved: "Children!"

The child lying on his back immediately turned his head, a pair of big black and white eyes staring longingly at the red bean bun in his hand.

"Come here, come here."

Chen Qing called twice.

The child turned over and got up, trotting to his side.

"What are you crying for?"

Chen Qing bent down and asked kindly.