Daily Life In Qin Dynasty

"What are you going to do?"

Meng Ao looked at Mr. Mo. Since King Qin had already extended an olive branch, it was natural for him to wait for Mr. Mo's response.

Mo Jun is not Meng Ao. He currently has no neutral capital. Faced with Ying Zheng's solicitation, he only has two choices: 'accept' or 'not accept'.

certainly.

If Mr. Mo asked Meng Ao to force neutrality, it would not be impossible.

But this is not necessary.

Throughout the ages, any battle for that position has always been a huge gamble for the vast majority of ‘investors’.

Since it is gambling, there are risks.

The winner eats meat, the loser eats dust.

But if someone knows the result in advance, then this is no longer a gamble, but a business with a profit of ten thousand or even ten million.

It just so happened that Mr. Mo happened to be the one who knew the outcome of the gamble in advance.

Understanding Mo Jun's thoughts, Meng Ao didn't say anything more, but just reminded: "Since you have made a decision, you and I can't return to Xianyang together."

Mo Jun nodded. He also understood what Meng Ao meant. With Meng Ao's current status, if Mo Jun took a car or two with him back to Xianyang, whether it was intentional or not, he would definitely attract a lot of attention.

And this is obviously inconsistent with the low profile that King Qin Yingzheng and Lord Mo himself want.

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As the capital of Qin State.

Xianyang's total population now exceeds 200,000, with dense crowds and prosperous commerce. It is currently second only to HD, the capital of Zhao State, and Linzi, the capital of Qi State, and is a well-deserved big city.

Shangdang is not that far from Xianyang, but this not so far is the conceptual calculation of Mo Jun in later generations. In fact, after Shangdang and Meng Ao parted ways, Mo Jun drove a carriage and wandered for nearly ten days. Only then successfully arrived at the destination.

Even with the memory of his original body, it was the first time for Mr. Mo to come to Xianyang in this world, so he was naturally very curious.

The horse-drawn carriage drove slowly in the middle of the road, and pedestrians came and went from time to time on both sides of the road, bustling with people. Such a flow of people would not be worth mentioning in future generations, but now, this can be regarded as an extremely prosperous area.

Xianyang Palace is located on the east side of the capital.

Therefore, the area closer to Dongcheng becomes more prosperous. Mo Jun came to Xianyang in the evening and simply wandered around the city for a while, and the sky gradually became dark.

Nowadays, wax and oil are precious, so most ordinary people will go to bed early to rest when it gets dark, and rarely light a fire at night.

So in Xianyang's Xicheng, the sunset had just ended and everything immediately became completely silent.

However, Dongcheng, on the other hand, only seemed to show its true form after entering the night.

Along both sides of the road.

Almost every house hangs lanterns in front of the door.

The traders kept their doors open at night and continued business as usual.

In particular, many restaurants and inns were overcrowded by various wealthy children wearing colorful clothes.

Of course, at this time of night, the most lively places are undoubtedly those places where you can have fun. The number of lanterns hung in these places is also the largest and most eye-catching. You don't even need to walk into the gate, just by passing by the roadside, you can already hear the sounds of warblers and swallows coming from inside.

If someone stood in the sky and looked down at this moment, they would find that compared to the silence in the south, north and west directions of Xianyang, the sky where Xianyang East City is located is already illuminated by countless lanterns and candles with a bright yellow color.

At first glance.

The entire east city of Xianyang seems to have turned into a city that never sleeps.

"I kind of like it here."

A sincere and honest smile appeared on the corner of Mo Jun's mouth.

Mo Jun admitted that he seemed to have underestimated the prosperity of ancient times, or in other words, underestimated the prosperity of ancient times in this era. But that's not a bad thing.

He is a layman.

Money, power, fame... All things that others may see as vulgar, Mr. Mo likes them very much.

But Mo Jun was also worried about a problem before, that is, no matter how much he earns in the future, if he has no place to spend it, won't it still be in vain?

But now it seems that he is thinking too much.

The mansion that Ying Zheng rewarded Mo Jun was in Xianyang Central City. It was a location with some special care, but not much.

After all, although the land price in Xianyang today is not comparable to that of later generations, as the capital of a country, naturally not everyone can afford a house here.

The King of Qin rewarded Mo Jun with five mansions.

However, the "five" here does not refer to the number, but to the area.

The sizes of the mansions built now are not exactly the same. Sometimes the area of ​​the mansions given is too small, so a few more will be given. If the area is too large, it will be calculated together.

certainly.

Generally, no matter how small the rewarded mansion is, the actual area will only be larger than the measured area, not smaller.

After all, there is no such thing as a ‘public stall’ in this era.

The total number of mansions awarded to Lord Mo by King Qin was only three, including a large main residence and two small shops.

When returning to the main house.

There are also two lanterns hanging outside the main door. The style is quite new. They are obviously new lanterns that were hung up not long ago.

"Dong dong dong~"

Mo Jun stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Soon.

A voice came from inside the door: "Here we come!"

Then there was a burst of hurried footsteps. After a while, the door opened, and a servant wearing coarse linen clothes came out. He looked at Mr. Mo first, and then said cautiously: "You are..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Mo Jun took out the 'doctor's' token and waved it in front of his eyes.

The slave's face suddenly turned pale, and he knelt on the ground: "I didn't know that the master was coming back. I really deserve to die. Please spare my life, master."

"Get up! Those who don't know are not guilty. Now go and call the other people in the house to the lobby. I want to see them later."

"yes!"

Seeing that he had made this slave pale with fright without saying a word, Mo Jun helplessly shook his head.

But he also understood that in this era where the master could decide the life or death of a slave with just one word, this slave's reaction seemed violent, but in fact it was the norm in this world.

It didn't take long.

Six men, six women, and twelve slaves all appeared in front of Lord Mo.

These twelve slaves were all property awarded to Lord Mo by the King of Qin. Although there were many of them, these twelve slaves actually had the lowest value among Lord Mo's rewards.

Slaves were worthless in this day and age.

Even a "gongshi" with the lowest title in the empire will be assigned a slave as standard when receiving rewards. It's just that the slaves obtained by 'gongshi' are generally of the lowest quality.

And the slaves rewarded to Mr. Mo are all of the highest quality.

The six female slaves are all fifteen or sixteen years old, in their prime. Although their appearance is not a stunning one, they are all dignified, beautiful, bright and moving.

The six male slaves are also strong and strong.

"There is no other purpose for calling you here today. The main purpose is to let you recognize each other. As for the various affairs in the house, just how you handled them before will be the same in the future."

"Yes, Master. I understand!"

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