Daqin: I Want to Be a Powerful Minister, but the First Emperor Actually Passed The Throne to Me

The cold wind blew past, and on the wet ground, Wang Jian strode over.

Qin Shihuang stared at Wang Jian, and when Wang Jian was about to rush to Zhao Yu, Qin Shihuang said solemnly: "Old General, listen to Lao Yu finish his words."

"Your Majesty—" Wang Jian looked at Qin Shi Huang respectfully, and then put away the bronze sword in his hand.

He may not listen to other people's words, but he has to listen to Qin Shihuang's words!

Zhao Yu glanced at Pharaoh, shook his head, and said, "Pharaoh, how old are you?"

"You're already getting old, so don't get angry at every turn. I think you have a lot of anger. Remember to soak your feet in hot water when you get home at night."

Liver fire is strong, and soaking your feet in hot water can draw the fire down.

Regularly rubbing the temples can also reduce anger.

Seeing Zhao Yu's smiling appearance, Wang Jian snorted coldly and remained silent.

Meng Yi also stood up from the ground and stood beside Qin Shi Huang respectfully.

Zhao Yu looked at Qin Shi Huang indifferently and said, "Old Zhao, what is the survival rate of Da Qin's newborns?"

"Three to forty percent." Qin Shihuang, as a proper liver emperor, blurted out the answer.

Hearing this, Zhao Yu said solemnly: "Your Majesty, Wei Chen's suggestion is to raise the childbearing age of 19-year-old girls to eighteen."

"Eighteen years old?" Hearing this, Qin Shihuang showed a puzzled look, and said, "I have twelve women in the Qin Dynasty, Chuhong, fifteen and sixteen, and sixteen children. This is the rule set by the ancestors."

"Lao Yu, if you do this, how can our Great Qin increase the population?" Qin Shihuang asked with a serious face.

Zhao Yu smiled lightly and explained: "Old Zhao, the sixteenth child is born too early, and the woman's body has not yet fully developed. Pregnancy during this period is not only bad for the woman's health, but also for the fetus. , so there will be 70% of all mortality.

After a pause, Zhao Yu continued: "Old Zhao, if you listen to me, change it to a woman giving birth to a child at the age of eighteen, and implement the policy of late marriage and late childbearing, I can guarantee that the survival rate of the baby will reach at least 60%!

hiss!

Hearing this, the three giants of Daqin were collectively shocked!

Does having a baby two years later increase the baby's survival rate?

Qin Shihuang raised his head, thinking about it in his mind.

If you give birth to a child two years later, if you give birth to one child a year, you will have two fewer children.

However, two years later, the baby's survival rate can be improved.

There seems to be nothing wrong with it, so... maybe?

Seeing that Lao Zhao was still hesitating, Zhao Yu continued to suggest: "Lao Zhao, don't you even believe me?

Qin Shihuang raised his head, looked at Zhao Yu, and continued to ask: "Is it really possible?

"Old Zhao, how many times do you want me to say it, it will be feasible if I say it is feasible." Zhao Yu firmly said.

"Okay! Then I believe you, and I will go back immediately to issue the edict and declare the world!" Qin Shihuang said solemnly.

Watching the three of Lao Zhao and Xia Wuqi leave in a carriage, Zhao Yu returned to the Emperor's Mansion on his own.

"The fruit of longevity is about to mature. When the system is activated, I will build Daqin's technology tree." Zhao Yu murmured in his heart.

The carriage drove slowly over the wet bluestone brick floor, passed a pit, and splashed a pool of water on the mandarin fish sellers on the roadside.

The merchant's eyes widened, staring at the luxurious carriage, his eyes full of excitement.

He gently wringed off the black clothes on his body, smiled and shouted to the other merchants who were looking at him: "What are you looking at? From my point of view, this luxurious carriage can come out of the Imperial Master's Mansion, most of which are private visits by His Majesty. The Dragon Punisher."

"I'm infected with the blessing of the emperor! The 35 merchant laughed and laughed.

Entering the Qilin Hall, the five-clawed golden dragon and a pair of dragon eyes come alive on the golden stone pillar.

Qin Shihuang stepped up from the ninth floor steps, and the black dragon robe of the emperor slowly dragged up from the steps.

The two princes tiptoed, half bowed and held up Qin Shi Huang's black emperor's robe.

Sitting on the dragon chair, Qin Shihuang's eyes passed under the bead curtain under the nine-bead crown and spread to the outside of Xianyang Palace.

Thousands of rays of light illuminate the entire Xianyang Palace. The Qilin Palace is dry and clean, and the smooth mutton wood floor emits bursts of fragrance.

Xia Wuqi slowly stepped into the hall, knelt down on one knee, and kowtowed: "Meet Your Majesty."9

Qin Shihuang raised his hand slightly and said, "Please get up.

Looking at this old doctor who had saved his life, Qin Shihuang still had a trace of gratitude in his heart.

Xia Wuqi stood up from the ground with a hunched body, the years mottled his temples, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes had a trace of hot liquid flowing out.

"Your Majesty, the old minister has something to ask His Majesty for confirmation and ask His Majesty to clear up his doubts."

The light from outside the hall hit Xia Wuqi's wrinkled face, and the wrinkles that had been eroded by the years became even older.

Xia Wuqi is like a wick entering the dying years of a candle, and a gust of wind can blow out his vitality.

Qin Shihuang let out a long sigh, already guessing what Xia Wuqi wanted to ask in his heart, and looked at Xia Wuqi with deep eyes, watching Xia Wuqi's face eroded by the years.

"You ask. 33 Qin Shihuang said solemnly.

"Your Majesty, is the Master Emperor the son of A Fang? 35 Xia Wuqi bowed respectfully, his voice trembling in the empty hall.

"I can tell you that Emperor Zhao Yu is indeed A Fang's son, but I want you to keep this secret and never let it go out. Qin Shihuang replied with a solemn look and a firm voice.

When Xia Wuqi below heard this, his old body trembled violently, he suppressed his excitement, bowed his body and said, "Old minister obeys.

The turbid liquid from the corners of Xia Wuqi's eyes fell from the wrinkled dark skin, hitting the mutton wood floor, and the corners of his mouth tasted a bitter breath.

But the taste in Xia Wuqi's heart is really sweet!

In his excited black pupils, there was a ray of excitement, and he murmured: "A Fang, have you seen, your son is now the master of the Great Qin Emperor! Even His Majesty treats him with courtesy, you are like Huang Quan. It must be very satisfying to see...

Inside the palace.

Wang Jian stood at the door of Li Zhishuang's room, wandering left and right.

He stopped and walked, but his footsteps were unusually light, and the snow-white temples and forehead made up for the sadness.

What should I tell Frost?

Did the old man really tell her the truth?

Playing mahjong and losing her?

Wang Jian's light footsteps continued to sound.

Inside the house, Li Zhishuang was holding a portrait of Zhao Yu.

She drew this portrait entirely from her own memory.

But if you look closely, you will find that the person in the portrait is almost exactly the same as Zhao Yu!

Even the arc of the smile on the corner of the mouth, and even the domineering, assertive, and unparalleled temperament in the eyes, is undoubtedly revealed!

bang bang-

Right at this moment, there was a knock on Li Zhishuang's door, and a powerful yet extremely gentle and familiar voice came in:

"Shuang'er, can grandpa come in?"

wow——

Li Zhishuang's excited heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she rolled up the flower scroll nervously.

After the flower roll was rolled up, Li Zhishuang breathed a sigh of relief, and before she knew it, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

She sounded like a wind chime, "Old General, come in."

Wang Jian walked into Li Zhishuang's room with a smile, sat down on the stool, and then said with a bit of difficulty: "Shuang'er, grandpa, can I tell you something?"

"Grandpa, but it doesn't matter." Li Zhishuang calmly said.

"Grandpa sees that you are not too young, Fusu is dead, the only person in Xianyang who can match you is Zhao Yu, so grandpa wants to marry you to Zhao Yu.

"Shuang'er, look-"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Jian saw that Li Zhishuang seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly fainted and collapsed in front of the desk.

"Shuang'er! Shuang'er! Wake up!

"Chuanlang Zhong! Hurry up!"

"It's over! This old man shouldn't gamble with this slick Lao Yu, Shuang'er must have fainted due to the old man's anger!

Wang Jian was surrounded by Li Zhishuang, watching the fainted Li Zhishuang in a hurry!