Chaotic Qin

Qin Zichu said that he was going to "Guanzhong", but in fact, except for the cities that were conquered in the later period, almost the entire state of Qin was within the scope of "Guanzhong".

In other words, the King of Qin actually entrusted Qin Zichu with the task of reforming the farming of the entire Qin State.

He has high hopes for Qin Zichu.

Xianyang City is not far from where Qin Zichu is going.

In recent days, he has been going back and forth between Xianyang Palace and Yong Palace, and his luggage can be easily packed, but Qin Zichu never thought that the "light car and easy travel" in his heart would also work hundreds of palace slaves and A full army escort of 1000 people.

This put Qin Zichu under a lot of psychological pressure. Fortunately, the general who guarded the army was his old acquaintance Qin Chu, which relieved Qin Zichu's nervousness.

In addition to suffering, there is no other adjective that can accurately replace the ancient rush.

Qin Zichu...severe motion sickness.

He no longer cared about his image. After vomiting for twelve days in a row, Qin Zichu could only lie on his back on the carriage with a bloodless face, and even her breathing became extremely shallow.

Qin Zichu even lost all strength to speak.

On the upper right side of his shoulder was a small wooden barrel that looked very beautiful. The carriage had tried its best to keep it stable, but it was still bumping when it moved forward.

"Ugh—" At the moment when the carriage was jolting, Qin Zichu suddenly got up with the vibration, grabbed the exquisite wooden barrel and vomited out a mouthful of blue-yellow mucus.

His fingers were tightly pinching the edge of the barrel, his nails were unhealthily pale, and his face became even more bleak after vomiting.

"My lord, please rinse your mouth." He thoughtfully wiped the dirt from the corners of his mouth, and brought a bowl of hot soup with a spicy taste to Qin Zichu's mouth.

Qin Zichu didn't like being treated like a cripple, but right now, he was no different from a cripple.

Except for the strength to get up when he vomited, Qin Zichu couldn't even sit upright.

Therefore, Qin Zichu opened his mouth without any struggle and let He pour the hot soup into his mouth. After rinsing his mouth, he turned his head and spit out the terrible mixture of gastric juice and bile, took another sip, and swallowed the remaining soup.

The spicy ginger soup scalded from the throat to the stomach, which greatly reduced Qin Zichu's nausea.

He smiled weakly, and said to He in a hoarse voice: "There's no need to clean up, I vomit so many times a day, you can't finish it."

The continuous vomiting had already burned Qin Zichu's throat.

Every time he opened his mouth, he felt pain in the roar, Qin Zichu couldn't help frowning.

He immediately knelt down in front of him and helped Qin Zichu back to his original position.

She smiled, and said in a playful low voice: "Young master has instructed your servants many times, telling you that you are weak and cannot withstand the fatigue of traveling and traveling. I am afraid that you will suffer a serious illness. If the slaves cannot take good care of you, when you go back , I am afraid that the young master will stare at the slaves again."

As He spoke, the smile on his face gradually froze.

She couldn't help shaking, and said in a low voice: "I'm a little scared when I look at the young master's eyes."

When Qin Zichu heard He's words, he couldn't help curling his lips.

Enduring the burning pain in his throat, he said softly: "He has grown up, and his aura is getting more and more amazing. Even if Ah Zheng doesn't look at the other person, who can he not be afraid of when he talks to someone? Actually , Ah Zheng's eyes are beautiful, the pupils are clear and deep, like gems reflecting brilliance, they are so beautiful."

Hearing what Qin Zichu was obviously talking to himself, He Hangmou knelt beside him and dared not make a sound.

But she thought in her heart: Although it has been rumored in the country that the young master has the eyes of two saints, when the young master looks at people, it makes people feel chills in the back.

Why does the young master think those eyes are beautiful?

Qin Zichu didn't know He's slander at all, and he fell asleep not long after.

The motion sickness and vomiting along the way consumed too much of Qin Zichu's physical strength. If he didn't want to see the people under his control in this half-dead state when he arrived in Jingyang, he had to get better soon.

He quietly placed a freshly washed wooden bucket beside Qin Zichu, packed up his things, got out of the car and left quietly.

The laws of the Qin State were strict, and there were almost no rebels. In addition, Qin Zichu brought a strong army of 1000 people with him, and no one without eyes came to rob.

After another three days of wandering on the road, Qin Zichu finally arrived in Jingyang.

This is the place he and Ying Zheng carefully selected after careful consideration.

Qin Zichu knew that Jingyang was known as "Cabbage Heart" in modern times, and it was the origin of China's land. Ying Zheng even pointed out that Jingyang is located in the middle of the Wei River, with flat terrain, fertile land, and vast arable land. mineral resources.

Even if someone interfered with it, Qin Zichu was in such a superior geographical location, the worst result would be nothing but nothing, and he would never leave any excuses for others to affect Qin Zichu's hard-earned reputation.

It is rainy in summer, and the four seasons are distinct in Guanzhong. When Qin Zichu entered Jingyang, it was after a heavy rain.

The rain washed away the summer heat, but made the road more muddy and difficult.

Qin Zichu came to his senses, and he said to Qin Chu, the leader of the army, "Turn around to the edge of the Wei River."

Qin Chu received Qin Zichu's kindness and never objected to his words. He glanced at Qin Zichu's cheeks that were rarely stained with blood, and after confirming that he was healthy, he directly shouted to the soldiers under his command: "Turn around and go to Weishui."

The water in the river surged, and the soft branches of the green willows by the river hung down into the rushing water, swaying with it.

Qin Zichu took a deep breath, and the sweet smell of grass after the rain penetrated into his nostrils, making a faint smile appear on his face.

"It's finally here." Qin Zichu whispered in a relaxed voice.

In the main hall of Xianyang Palace, Ying Zheng sat beside the old and frail King Qin, slowly reading the news from the slip of paper, but King Qin closed his eyes and nodded his head lightly, dozing off.

Ying Zheng seemed to be unaware of King Qin's weakness at all, and he was still reading the contents calmly.

He didn't stop speaking until the end of a book.

"The six countries are so wicked that they intend to unite again. Xiangguo and Mr. think we should fight, or should we send envoys to other countries to drive them apart again?" Ying Zheng asked calmly.

Both Fan Sui and Zhang Li are mental workers. In their view, it is enough to provoke the monarchs of the six countries and the main war faction. The goal has been achieved, and it does not have to be years of fighting animals and consuming the country's money and food.

Therefore, Fan Sui took the initiative to say: "Yi Chen thinks, it's better to continue to rest and recuperate, so as to be in line with Mr. Zi Chu's plan."

Ying Zheng's eyes were like the eyes of a falcon hunting, focused and full of confidence.

When Ying Zheng glanced over Fan Sui and Zhang Li, they couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation.

Ying Zheng suddenly denied Fan Sui's words.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "If you keep keeping the soldiers out of the battlefield by relying on lip service, sooner or later our Daqin soldiers will become useless mobs like the Zhou Dynasty army. They must always be vigilant and use The battlefield hones one's abilities. Divorce is good, but when it's time to fight, you must fight, and you can't let them slack off."

Fan Sui and Zhang Li looked at each other, both seemed a bit embarrassed.

Zhang Li said softly: "Young Master's idea is very good, but Master Zichu has transferred most of the blacksmiths to experiment with new farm tools, and almost all of the young and strong who need to participate in corvee this year have been sent to Master Zichu. Where to gather armaments and soldiers?"

Ying Zheng was unmoved by Zhang Li's dissuasion.

He whispered: "The corvee for next year will be transferred, and a small number of veterans will bring the recruits to see the blood. What my father does will definitely be successful. He is not a person who is slowing down."

Both Zhang Li and Fan Sui thought that Ying Zheng was young and whimsical, so they couldn't help but turned to look at Bai Qi who was silent at the side.

Bai Qi suddenly kowtowed to Ying Zheng, and said excitedly, "Young master's thoughts coincide with mine."

As soon as Bai Qi said this, both Fan Sui and Zhang Li were stunned, and they looked at Bai Qi with doubts in their eyes.

In the end, Fan Sui asked, "Mr. Wu An, what does this mean?"

Bai Qi shook his head at him, and said seriously: "Xiangguo doesn't know that soldiers who fight are different from scholars. When recruits go to the battlefield, they will be greatly impacted when they see blood for the first time, and their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. Years and five years have allowed veterans to get used to ease, and recruits have never seen human blood. Then when they go to battle again to kill the enemy, they are no different from pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered. To maintain their combat effectiveness, it is best to go to the battlefield every year Seeing blood on the battlefield, so that the whole body will not be exhausted without life."

Zhang Li understood some military matters better than Fan Sui, so he looked at Fan Sui and nodded.

Fan Sui listened to other people's opinions and persuaded King Qin to let Bai Qi withdraw from Handan. He really wanted to preserve his position, but he really didn't understand the art of war and thought that he could take down Handan at any time.

This incident has now taught Fan Sui a profound lesson, making him afraid to intervene in military affairs.

Seeing that both Bai Qi and Zhang Li felt that Ying Zheng's words made sense, Fan Sui's attitude softened.

But there is indeed no food available in the country!

Fan Sui looked at Ying Zheng in embarrassment, and said, "What should we do about the food and grass?"

Yingzheng gave a short laugh, and pointed to the north with his arms outstretched: "Yan Kingdom and our Daqin have no grievances in the past, and now there is no enmity. It is enough to send some people to pretend to be businessmen and go to Yan Country to buy food."

After Ying Zheng finished speaking, Fan Sui had already followed his pace.

He smiled and said: "Then according to the young master, which country should we use to establish our prestige?"

"Perimmons, of course you have to pick the soft ones." Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

Pointing his fingers on the bamboo slips, he said with a smile: "Hasn't South Korea sent Zheng Guo and Mr. Fei yet? Send troops to invite them."

Bai Qi laughed immediately and said: "Young master, this is really a good idea. The veteran is willing to lead soldiers to the border in a legitimate way, so that the exhausted soldiers can bring back some military achievements."

"...Huh? What did you just say?" King Qin uttered a vague voice, waking up from his sleep.

He raised his hand and squeezed his forehead, then turned to look at the few people in the hall and said, "Why do you look so ugly when you look at the widow's face?"

Fan Sui smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly said: "The few of us want to ask the lord for orders to send troops to South Korea to suppress the border, so as to deter the six countries."

King Qin said without thinking: "Since Xiangguo and Lord Wu'an have discussed it properly, let's do this."

"No." The three of Bai Qi kowtowed together, only Fan Sui looked sideways at Ying Zheng.

Fan Sui said in his heart: Before the king woke up, he didn't think there was any problem talking to the young master.

This is not good.