Chapter 164: There are only wrong names in Chang'an Junfu, but no wrong nicknames
While scolding Li Mu, Ying Chengjiao stood up and rolled up his sleeves, as if he was going to capture Li Mu and teach him a lesson.
Li Si limped and stood in front of Ying Chengjiao.
"This is not the fault of Zhao Wuanjun, but Si's fault."
Ying Chengjiao swayed his body left and right, trying to chase Li Mu.
Li Si also swayed his body left and right to block Ying Chengjiao.
After shaking for a few times, Li Mu had already left the hall. No one knew where he went and he disappeared from everyone's sight.
"well!"
Pull Li Si to sit in the guest seat.
Ying Chengjiao sighed deeply, then said seriously: "The drunkard was my retainer. It was Chengjiao's fault that caused the Left Prime Minister to almost lose his life. The retainer's fault is the responsibility of the master. If the Left Prime Minister has any complaints, please use this sword to chop off Chengjiao 's head."
Bang~
He shook his hands and took off the sword from his waist.
Ying Chengjiao smashed the sword and its scabbard on the table beside Li Si with unparalleled sincerity.
Han Fei lowered his head silently.
Your Majesty, you belittle the art of magic, but at the same time you enjoy using it.
Plop~
Li Si slipped out of his chair and knelt in front of Ying Chengjiao.
"Chang'an Jun's orders are the orders of the Qin Empire. Even if a thousand Li Si's died, it would not be enough to blame Chang'an Jun alone! Please don't say such things again, Chang'an Jun!"
Ying Chengjiao hurriedly pulled Li Si to stand up, but failed to move him after several attempts. He said hurriedly, "The left prime minister is a great talent, the foundation of the Qin State. Chengjiao is just a boy, how can he be compared with the left prime minister?"
Han Fei listened to their conversation and sighed.
It would be better for Fei to go back to his room and continue writing "Han Feizi".
After half a cup of tea.
Ying Chengjiao sat in the host seat, Li Si sat in the guest seat, and the servant brought a chair for Han Fei and placed it between the two of them.
Li Si looked at Han Fei, who was sitting steadily and seemed normal, and was slightly surprised.
Brother, don’t you think this is impolite?
"I don't know what the Left Prime Minister is here for. But if there is anything Cheng Jiao can help with, please feel free to speak up."
Li Si sat on a wooden chair, bowed his head and clasped his hands, and said pleadingly: "I want my eldest son to go to Shangjun with the crown prince. I ask Lord Chang'an to take care of him."
Ying Chengjiao glanced at Han Fei, his eyes full of inquiry.
Have you told Li Si that you are going to Shangjun?
But he saw Han Fei was also looking at him, with the same question in his eyes.
Did you tell your junior brother that General Jun insisted on going to Shangjun?
When the two looked at each other, they knew that the other had not told anyone about this.
"Left Prime Minister, you have too many etiquettes. Relax a little."
Pressing down Li Si's raised hand, Ying Chengjiao smiled and said, "Prime Minister Zuo, please go and tell my nephew about this, or you can tell His Majesty. How did you find the Chang'an Palace? I don't want to go to the bitter cold of Shangjun."
It is unlikely that Li Si knew that Jie Ba went to Shangjun, and he would have sent his eldest son to Shangjun if it was not for the purpose of studying with Jie Ba.
He probably wants to curry favor with his eldest nephew, but he shouldn't come to me about this.
"You'er wants to join the army and go to the battlefield to make achievements."
"Um?"
"Um?"
Ying Chengjiao and Han Fei both widened their eyes.
Han Fei opened his mouth and then closed it again. He stuttered and was not good at speaking, so he took a pen and paper and started sketching.
Han Fei had just started writing when the eloquent Ying Chengjiao spoke his mind, this time without any affectation.
"You are the left prime minister of the Qin Dynasty. Your eldest son wants to join the army? Does he have some kind of madness?"
…
Han land, Yiyang.
Lu’s Jewelry Shop, back room.
Lu Buwei lay calmly on the recliner, swaying back and forth, enjoying himself.
According to modern calculations, this back room is 200 square meters. Twenty-two people were sitting on chairs around Lu Buwei.
"All of Shangdang has settled in, waiting for the merchants to send them."
"Huayang has sufficient manpower. It will only take ten days to overthrow the local trade system."
"There are enough pigeons and kites to ensure that news from the cities in Han can reach Yiyang in two days at most."
“…”
Twenty-two people reported the news in an orderly manner. After one person finished speaking, there would be silence for ten breaths, and then the next person would continue to report.
Soon, all twenty-two people finished their reports and waited quietly for instructions from Lu Buwei, who was lying in a rocking chair with his eyes closed.
Not long after, Lu Buwei opened his eyes slightly and the rocking chair slowed down.
"Check how many fast horses leave and enter Xinzheng, and report ."
"only."
"Collect the grain prices of each city, write them all down on a piece of paper, and hand it to me every day."
"only."
" The amount of grain your Majesty has stored in Han is not enough for the nobles. How long will it feed all the people in Han?"
"If we want to supply the entire Korean land, we can use up all the food we have stored for the past ten years, which will be enough for the people of Korean land to eat for a month."
"Hmm? Is that true?"
As soon as the rocking chair stopped, Lu Buwei half stood up and stared at the young man who had just spoken.
"Listen carefully, I am talking about all the people in Handi."
The young man was extremely serious.
"This is a conservative estimate, based on the assumption that Korean people are well fed. If we just want Korean people to stay alive, they can last two and a half months."
"Oh."
Lu Buwei laughed and shook his head, thinking that the matter was very funny.
"In that case, then you should take action. Buy the iron at twice the market price, and we will take as much as you can."
When the twenty-two people heard what Lu Buwei said, they looked at each other.
Some of them frowned slightly, some looked suspiciously, and some looked at Lu Buwei with scrutiny.
"Let's make it clear here. Once you leave this room, everyone must follow my orders."
A man in a green shirt, with suspicion and confusion in his eyes, slapped the paper in his hand on his legs.
"The merchants came from Xianyang and may not know the situation in Han. The top ten iron mines in Han are in our hands, so we are not short of iron."
Once someone took the lead, others followed suit, one after another.
"The iron output of all other iron mines in Korea combined is less than 10% of our iron output."
"The amount of iron produced in Korea has far exceeded the amount of iron that can be consumed by iron smelters and cement furnaces in other places. No matter how much more iron is collected, it will be useless if it remains in our hands."
"If merchants want to start a war, they don't need to buy iron from abroad. If they want to break into the Korean market with the price of iron, this is wishful thinking."
"Han is the place with the most iron ore in the world. In the past, the strongest bows and crossbows in the world all came from Han. No matter how much we buy iron, we will never get enough."
"Unless the imperial court is brought in to control all the iron mines in Korea, Korea will never be short of iron."
"Merchants use iron to break the deadlock. This is fine in other places, but not in Korea. In my opinion, it is better to collect grain. Without grain, you can't survive. Whoever seizes the grain will have the right to speak."
“…”
Lu Buwei listened quietly to what everyone said without saying a word.
It was not until everyone had been talking for a quarter of an hour and their voices had become increasingly quiet that Lu Buwei smiled.
"What's my number?"
"merchant."
Everyone responded.
"There are some people who call names wrong in Chang'an Junfu, but there are no people who call nicknames wrong. It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just do as I say."
Well, after saying so much, your Majesty's retainer didn't listen at all. Han and Guanzhong are different!
Being so stubborn and self-righteous, it seems that the battle in Korea will be very difficult.
"only."
"only."
"only."
“…”
Everyone responded and dispersed reluctantly.
…
Xianyang, Guowei Mansion.
Zhao Gao drove four horses, pulling the carriage, and stopped in front of the National Guard's Mansion.
Knock on the door of the Guowei Mansion.
When the servant saw the four shiny and majestic horses pulling the carriage embroidered with black birds at the door, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
Only the king stand can be used for this kind of configuration.
"Zhao Gao, the Imperial Chariot Officer, has been sent by the Imperial Commandant to deliver the four-horse carriage to the Emperor at the request of Your Majesty."
Zhao Gao stood in front of the gate of the Imperial Guards' Mansion, took a deep breath and spoke loudly, his voice could be heard ten miles away.
