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

Jiang Lu raised his head aggrievedly and said.

"Yes, it's been half a year."

"It's all the fault of the traverser. Not only did he deceive us, but he also caused Sister Shiman and Jiang Lu to fall, and Hu Hai was punished by his father."

"Brother Huang, you must call the shots for us when you come back!"

The princes and princesses who had suffered were chattering and complaining.

Fusu showed surprise on his face: "You are talking about Chen Qing?"

Ying Shiman nodded and said angrily, "Yes, that's the name."

Jiang Lu clutched his butt: "Brother Huang, I couldn't get out of bed for several days after I fell, you must not let him go."

The brothers and sisters couldn't help feeling a sense of common hatred and hatred, and looked at Fusu eagerly.

As the eldest son, Fusu is the oldest and loves these younger siblings the most.

Now he has been established as the crown prince, with a detached position.

They seemed to have found the backbone all at once, and they were all waiting for Fusu to avenge them.

"How did you and Mr. Chen have a conflict, tell the truth."

Fusu asked in a stern tone.

Ying Shiman Bingxue is smart, and immediately sensed something wrong from the address.

Jiang Lu foolishly explained the whole story, then raised his head, showing anticipation.

"Bullshit!"

"Mr. Chen is the legacy of a great sage, a pillar of talent, how can you allow you to tease him wantonly!"

"You have no respect for your elders, you don't think about your own faults, and instead tell stories here, don't you feel ashamed at all?"

Fusu was very angry, and his stern eyes swept over his siblings one by one.

Jiang Lu's mouth was directly opened into an 'O' shape, as if he didn't know this brother anymore.

Ying Shiman's eyes were flushed, her nose was sour unknowingly, and the corners of her eyes were wet with tears.

The rest of the people bowed their heads timidly, both aggrieved and lost in their hearts.

Is this still their brother?

Why didn't he speak for his family, instead he reprimanded them.

"Jiang Lu, tomorrow I will report to my father and punish you to stay at home and think about your mistakes."

Fusu was still angry, and reprimanded loudly.

"Brother, don't—"

Jiang Lu cried until his tears and snot came out, he stepped forward and put his arms around Fusu's waist, begging for mercy.

"Who else has gone?"

Fusu didn't pay any attention, and quickly locked his eyes on Ying Shiman.

"Brother..."

Ying Shiman burst into tears: "Why did you punish us? We just went to watch the excitement, and nothing happened."

"Yes yes yes."

"Brother, don't you love us?"

"Chen Qing is just an outsider, yet you are talking to him."

The rest of the princes spoke in unison, crying and venting their dissatisfaction.

"what's wrong?"

"It was fine just now, why are you crying?"

"Fusu, why don't you take a good look at brother and sister Gu?"

Concubine Zheng left to concentrate, but was woken up by crying.

She hurried over and looked at her eldest son inquiringly.

"Mother concubine."

Fusu bowed respectfully: "Jianglu and the others are extremely stubborn. They have no respect for their elders, and provoke right and wrong. Not being punished is not enough to show justice. Not punishing is not enough to correct people's hearts. I also ask mother and concubine not to intervene, otherwise It's not the love of the son, but the harm to them."

Hearing his brother's attitude was so firm, the princes and princesses surrounded Concubine Zheng and begged for mercy in unison, crying.

"I just listened to you. The elder you mentioned is Chen Qing?"

Concubine Zheng heard the name from Ying Zheng.

The first emperor mentioned it a few times in his sleep. Sometimes he wanted to kill, sometimes he seemed hopeful, and sometimes he flew into a rage. It was really weird.

"It is this man."

"Looking at it from the perspective of sons and ministers, Chen Qing has the talent of a prime minister and a heart of loving the people."

"If you can be appointed as an official, it will definitely benefit the people and strengthen our great Qin Jiangshan community."

Concubine Zheng was slightly surprised by Fusu's unsparing words of praise.

She had never heard her eldest son praise someone so much.

"Chen Qing is really that powerful?"

Concubine Zheng asked in doubt.

"There is still more than that."

Fusu replied firmly.

In Daqin, where the legalists ruled the country, Chen Qing did not ask for rewards after his meritorious service, but prayed for the reduction of corvee for the people of the world.

This act of righteousness for the public deeply touched Fusu and immediately made him his confidant.

He wished he could visit tonight for advice and have a long talk with Chen Qing all night long.

"Is that so..."

Concubine Zheng lowered her eyes, lovingly looking at her biological or non-biological children.

"Which one of you offended others, ask Fusu to take you to the door to apologize tomorrow. This matter has been exposed, did you hear?"

General Lu Rufeng amnesty: "Thank you, mother and concubine, for your kindness."

Although Ying Shiman was unwilling, she couldn't resist her stubborn elder brother.

She nodded slowly, reluctantly accepting the result.

At this time, Zhao Gao came slowly along with his servant.

"I've seen Concubine Zheng, I've seen you young masters."

After saluting, he said respectfully: "Master Fusu, Your Majesty wants you to go to the imperial study."

Concubine Zheng asked in surprise: "Now."

Zhao Gao nodded: "Yes."

"Mother and concubine don't have to worry, my son will come back as soon as he goes."

Fusu comforted him, and hurried to Xianyang Palace with Zhao Gao.

Chapter 29

In the deep corridor.

The messenger cavalry hurriedly turned and left.

"Twelve thousand catties."

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, murmuring the number in his mouth.

If he hadn't witnessed the incomparably fast and incomparable efficiency of the water mill in handling grain, he would never have believed that there was such a wonder in the world.

"Zhao Chong, how many hours have passed?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the villain has started counting the time from the end of the hour, and it has been six hours."

Zhao Chong answered meticulously.

"Water mills are tireless, but people are not."

"The villain has ordered two hundred civilian husbands to be on standby at any time, and has changed three dials so far."

Without waiting for the first emperor to inquire, he added.

The corner of Yingzheng's mouth curled into an incomprehensible smile: "Six hours, 1 jin. If it runs at full capacity for a day, this water mill alone can grind [-] jin of flour!"

"Zhao Chong, how many grains are there in the Xianyang treasury?"

"This……"

According to historical records: Qin was ten times richer than the world, and the accumulation of millet was like a mound.

During the Warring States period, hundreds of thousands of troops fought against each other at every turn, and the flames of war continued.

Without a considerable scale of grain reserves, it is absolutely impossible to support such a large consumption.

Zhao Chong thought about it carefully for a while, and replied: "The villain went to collect grain today, and asked casually. There are 600 plots of wheat stored in Xianyang warehouse, about [-] million catties. Corn should be several times this. Others are variegated. A few, a total of [-] catties is not much more.”

The Qin Dynasty spread all over the world, so it attached great importance to grain reserves.

There are granaries with different specifications built all over the country, among which the Xianyang warehouse is the most.

One plot is a granary, with 60 catties of wheat stored. One can imagine the grandeur of the scale.

There were 70 prisoners who built the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang alone. Including the people in the city and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, this number is evenly divided, which is indeed not an exaggeration.

"Thirty-six million catties."

Ying Zheng paced back and forth: "It only takes four hydraulic mills to grind them all into flour."

"If you grind it manually, how many civilians will you need?"

Zhao Chong's face turned pale, he hadn't figured out the previous figures, let alone such complicated calculations.

Qin Shihuang didn't give up, he walked around to the table and took out a pair of ivory counting chips.

If two people are used as a group, more than 200 catties of wheat flour can be produced by grinding every day.

Of course, the quality cannot be as delicate as that produced by a water mill, so let's just treat it as the same.

More than 7000 catties a year, rounded up, [-] catties.

The 600 million catties of wheat in the Xianyang warehouse require the full efforts of more than 7000 people!

This is still estimated according to the maximum output.

More than 7000 people come down for a year, and they consume a lot of food.

And there are more than 500 stone mills needed!

According to what Chen Qing said, now only four or five people are needed to unload each hydraulic mill.

With a maximum of 20 people contributing, it can surpass the previous 7000 people!

After Qin Shihuang calculated this number, he couldn't help being dumbfounded.

In a rough calculation, the noodle grinding in Xianyang city alone saves nearly ten thousand people every year!

There are more than forty counties in the whole world, and nearly a thousand counties and townships.

The total population is dozens of times that of Xianyang.

Add up to save hundreds of thousands of manpower!

In addition, Chen Qing also said that mills can be used to shell corn and make armor.

This……

Qin Shihuang thought to himself: Thousands of civilians dare not say it, but it is indeed possible to save millions of manpower.

Zhao Chong took a peek at Shi Huangdi's expression and knew that the number must be extremely astonishing.