Daily Life In Qin Dynasty

Summer solstice.

It’s the summer solstice again.

This year's cicadas seem to be chirping earlier than in previous years. Although the ice mirrors placed in the four corners of Xianyang Palace are constantly releasing cold air, they still cannot dispel the heat in the palace.

Ying Zheng is sitting on a post-modern style desk, dealing with political affairs.

Although the weather was hot, even though he was only wearing a thin royal robe, Ying Zheng was still sweating profusely, but after looking at the latest secret message from Nanjun in his hand, and a box of gold coins placed on the table.

No matter how hot it is outside, Ying Zheng feels as comfortable as eating a large piece of ice.

"Mr. Gai Nie, what do you think of Mr. Mo?"

Ying Zheng put down the secret message in his hand, relaxed his body slightly and leaned back on the chair. He felt that his whole body was much more relaxed than before when dealing with political affairs.

He now feels more and more correct about his decision to recruit Mo Jun decisively.

When Ying Zheng first recruited Mo Jun, he mainly valued his future reputation in the military, thinking that if this reputation could be used for him, it would definitely be a big help.

But he didn't expect that Mo Jun would surprise him again and again.

Now not only financially, he can bring himself at least a thousand gold coins in income every month, but he can even figure out exquisite furniture such as this high-leg table and a back chair.

Now it is much easier to handle political affairs sitting on this kind of desk and chair than before.

"The talents of Mr. Mo are probably not as good as those of the direct descendants of any of the hundreds of schools of thought today."

Gai Nie, who was standing by the window with his sword in both hands, heard this and thought for a moment, then bowed his hands and gave an answer.

Ying Zheng was surprised when he heard this and asked: "Is it possible that Mr. Gai Nie, as a disciple of Guigu, thinks he is inferior?"

Regarding such questions, Gai Nie did not shy away from it. He shook his head slightly and said: "At least in terms of medical skills and business, I am not as good as this person."

Ying Zheng nodded thoughtfully.

In fact, this is an obvious thing. It can be said that from the moment the Da Qin Dao Chuang Medicine... that is, the new Dao Chuang Medicine was created by Mo Jun, few people in the world today dare to openly say that they His medical skills are superior to Mr. Mo.

As for business, Mo Jun entered Nanjun alone. Although King Qin Yingzheng made a deal with the Queen Mother Huayang, he did not give Mo Jun any help other than that.

However, under such circumstances, Mo Jun was able to bring himself a monthly income of one thousand gold coins in just a few months.

To know.

One thousand gold coins is not a small amount. At the current market price, this amount of money is enough to buy nearly 10,000 stones of grain.

And this is only one month's income. If it were one year, it would be more than 100,000 dan. And how much would the entire Qin State’s grain taxes add up to in one year?

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng also sighed slightly: "Yes! Even the few people admire Mo Qing's talent. But why? With such a talent, there are still people in our Qin country who want to murder him... ·”

Wow!

At the end of the sentence, Ying Zheng's tone suddenly turned cold. He waved his long sleeve and a roll of bamboo slips suddenly fell to the ground.

The bamboo slips fell apart under the force.

Through the faintly visible words, one can clearly see that the information recorded above is exactly the news about Mr. Mo.

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at the same time.

Another place of darkness and shadow.

Lu Buwei's face was half-revealed under the candlelight, looking a little gloomy. After a moment, he was heard to say: "Has the news been spread?"

Silently, a figure wearing black armor appeared behind Lu Buwei and replied: "All the news about that person has been sent to the place where it should be sent."

When Lu Buwei heard this, he nodded slightly, put away a roll of bamboo slips on the table, and said in a cold voice: "I really didn't expect that a small chess piece that I never paid attention to at the beginning could accidentally be destroyed. He became the climate.”

If Mr. Mo were here at this time, he would find that the bamboo slips in Lu Buwei's hand contained everything he had done in Nanjun during this period.

It's just that the time is a little early.

The content recorded on this bamboo slip is at least what happened two months ago.

But this is actually normal. The speed of information dissemination during the Warring States Period was obviously not comparable to that two thousand years later.

What's more, as the prime minister of Qin and the master of the net, Lu Buwei had to deal with countless affairs every day. Just his own eyes and ears all over the Qin Kingdom, plus the various intelligence information collected by Luo Wang in the seven countries, is already an astronomical figure.

Under such circumstances, even if the news from a remote southern county was delivered to Lu Buwei, it would at best be temporarily shelved as second-level intelligence.

And as mentioned before, when Lord Mo was awarded the reward, although there was a lot of commotion, in the final analysis, Lord Mo was not even a small fish in the maelstrom of the power struggle in Xianyang Court.

At first, Lu Buwei paid attention to Mo Jun's performance in Nanjun for a period of time out of curiosity. As a result, for a whole month, all the news coming from there were about "appreciating dance", "listening to music", and "appreciating dance and listening to music". Kind of nonsense.

Slowly, Lu Buwei lost interest in the chess piece that he had casually sent to Nan County.

The result was unexpected.

I haven't paid attention to the news in Nanjun for only a few months, but this little chess piece actually caused quite a stir in Nanjun.

Even if it hadn't been for the eyes that he had stayed in Xianyang Palace recently, he suddenly noticed that every month, King Qin would inexplicably have a large amount of income and expenditure in his hands.

Until now, Lu Buwei probably wouldn't have noticed what happened in that remote area of ​​Nanjun.

Lu Buwei could allow King Qin to accept a doctor, even if the doctor was a 'genius doctor', but this would not have much impact on the overall situation.

But he must not allow a businessman to exist who can make money for Ying Zheng, because Lu Buwei himself is a businessman, so he knows better than anyone how terrible a businessman who knows how to invest can be.

"You are just a little mouse who overestimates your capabilities. Since you want to seek death, I will help you." A cold light flashed in Lu Buwei's eyes.

"Do we need to take action?"

At this moment, the shadow-like figure in black armor behind Lu Buwei spoke again.

Lu Buwei closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said: "Go and send a group of people to follow others, but you don't need to take action unless it is absolutely necessary."

Luo Yun was originally a group of spiders hiding in the dark, but in the past ten years, Luo Yun's actions have become a bit too public. Nowadays, there are many eyes in the Qin Kingdom staring at him and staring at the snare.

Although that brat from Nanjun is just a small chess piece, his reputation cannot be faked, so if he can avoid dying in their hands, it is best not to die in their hands.

In order to avoid causing trouble in the end, King Qin and the two women would never let go of this opportunity to sneak in.

"yes!"

The black-armored figure responded and disappeared from the shadows in the blink of an eye...

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