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

Zhao Yu turned around slightly, his bright eyes shining like stars. In the First Library of Daqin, Zhao Yu's leisurely answer echoed:

"Your Majesty bestowed Weichen Nanyang County as a food town, and Weichen carried out the national policy of combining business and farmers in Nanyang County. Therefore, the merchants were grateful, sent Weichen millions of money, and dispatched tens of thousands of laborers to build the Great Qin Dynasty on behalf of Weichen. A library!

"Secondly, the books written in this museum are all written by me personally, with painstaking efforts, every word is precious, I only wish to enlighten me in Daqin's wisdom, and I hope that everyone in Daqin will be like a dragon, and create a prosperous era of Daqin Shihuang!35

"Thirdly, the reason why Weichen was able to print 100,000 books in a short period of time was all thanks to movable type printing!

Zhao Yu's voice fell slowly, word by word, like a heavy hammer hitting the minds of the ministers.

boom!

At this moment, Qin Shihuang only felt a sound in his brain - thunder!

It turned out that the cost of building the library was actually taken out by the merchants of Nanyang for my Yu'er to use?

Although most of these 100,000 books are repetitive, they are all immortal masterpieces, which are enough to enlighten the people of the Qin Dynasty!

And this book, which is enough to shine through the ages, is actually all written by my Yuer alone?

Moreover, it is possible to print 100,000 books in a few days, thanks to the movable type printing technique created by Yuer?

At this moment, Qin Shihuang's heart was astonished as if the river was overturned.

Qin Shihuang's incomparably stern face showed a rare shock on his face.

Behind Qin Shihuang, the civil and military officials are completely boiling at this moment!

They never expected that each of these works, which is enough to shine through the ages, was actually written by Zhao Yu alone!

Moreover, Zhao Yu actually invented the movable type printing technique that can print 100,000 books in a few days?

This f*ck every piece of writing is enough to consecrate Zhao Yu!

Not to mention the movable type printing technique that can revitalize the literary affairs of the world?

The ministers were shocked in their hearts, setting off a huge wave.

Their hearts at the moment, like a pot of boiling water that was just boiled, were about to overflow, and they stared straight at Zhao Yu, their eyes became extraordinarily admirable and revered.

Among the crowd, the old god of war Wang Jian looked at this scene and sighed.

The eyes of these ministers looking at Zhao Yu, how like the eyes of other old ministers who looked at His Majesty in the past, full of awe and reverence!

"It's a pity, all of His Majesty's eighteen dragon sons are unusable, and Zhao Yu is not His Majesty's dragon son. If Zhao Yu is His Majesty's prince, he will definitely be established by His Majesty as a prince, and the Qin imperial family will have successors." Wang Jian There are both admiration and admiration in his eyes, and more is a kind of loneliness.

Wang Jian's family has been loyal to the Great Qin imperial family for several generations, but now there is no successor to the Great Qin throne, Wang Jian is even more anxious than the emperor Qin Shi Huang.

Qin Shihuang took a deep breath, and the black emperor's robe seemed to be a little sad at this moment.

Brother Zheng bowed slightly towards Zhao Yu and said, "The first library of Daqin set up by the emperor will surely cultivate thousands of talents for my Daqin. On behalf of the people of Daqin, I bow to the emperor!

hiss!

Qin Shihuang's worship made all the civil and military officials take a deep breath, and their hearts were shocked.

This f*ck, this is the emperor of the Qin Dynasty, and he actually worships his ministers as emperor!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have been unimaginable.

Even Wang Jian, who swept all the countries in the past years and helped Daqin to rule the world, has never been worshipped by His Majesty.

Immediately, they thought about Zhao Yu's achievements, and their hearts were relieved.

With the merits of Zhao Yu, to benefit future generations and generations, I can afford this worship!

Headed by Li Si, the ministers and officials were neatly arranged in two columns, and they followed the Qin Shi Huang Dynasty Zhao Yu to worship, and said in unison: "On behalf of the people of Qin, thank the emperor and teachers for their achievements! 99

The reverberation reverberated around the beams and echoed throughout the library.

Afterwards, Li Si took a step forward and said with sincere admiration: "The Three Character Classic, the Thousand Characters Text, the Disciple Guidance, and other works written by the emperor are ten thousand times better than the Cangjie chapter written by Li Si! Li Si is ashamed of himself. Not so good!

After a pause, Li Si knelt down on one knee in front of Qin Shihuang and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, Wei Chen urges Your Majesty to announce to the world that Wei Chen's "Cang Jie Pian" will be cancelled as an enlightenment reading, and the ancient masterpiece of the emperor's teacher will be listed as my Great Qin. Enlightenment readings for young children, this move will benefit my descendants of the Qin Dynasty for thousands of generations, and His Majesty and the emperor will be fond of forever!

"I'm sure!" Qin Shihuang waved his hand firmly.

Although Li Si was jealous of Han Fei in the past, and poisoned his brother in prison, his jealousy was strong, but in front of his imperial teacher Zhao Yu, who was a thousand times more talented, Li Si sincerely admired him.

Li Si even felt that Zhao Yu's talent was far superior to his Confucian teacher Xunzi. Li Si had no jealousy towards Zhao Yu, but only worship and awe!

Zhao Yu can be called a literary sage in the world!

If you want to smear Zhao Yu's face again, it is tantamount to nailing yourself to the pillar of shame, and many descendants in future generations will spurn you!

Chunyu Yue took a step forward, knelt down on one knee, his face was ruddy, his arms were still shaking with excitement, "Your Majesty, Wei Chen loves to admonish Your Majesty to death, and Wei Chen still wants to admonish His Majesty to death today. Kong Sheng, Wei Chen asked His Majesty to make Zhao Yu a saint!

As soon as these words came out, all the ministers took a deep breath.

Confucius traveled all over the world and had thousands of disciples. He was the most holy of Confucianism.

One of a kind!

But now that Zhao Yu is made holy, this sentence actually came out of the mouth of Chun Yuyue, a Confucian doctor, which made all the civil servants and officials feel incredible.

Qin Shihuang was also stunned for a while, obviously not expecting that Chunyuyue would make such a suggestion.

After hesitating for a while, Qin Shihuang said solemnly: "I'm sure!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Chunyu Yue said solemnly.

I saw Zhao Yu's "Three Character Classic", "Disciple Guidance", and "Thousand Characters", each of which has a meaningful meaning, which is not inferior to the works of Confucianism.

Not to mention there are such wonderful books as "Heavenly Works Kaiwu", so Chunyuyue wanted to make Zhao Yu a saint from the bottom of his heart!

This f*ck is not holy, and it is somewhat unreasonable.

While the civil and military officials were still surprised, Qin Shihuang looked at Zhao Yu and asked, "Emperor, I don't know movable type printing, can you show me?"

Zhao Yu nodded and said, "Yes.""

Afterwards, Zhao Yu ordered Lu Qian, who was beside him: "Lu Qian, hurry up and fetch the movable type printing apparatus. 95

"Here." Lu Qian bowed respectfully and immediately walked out of the library.

Not long after, Lu Qian brought in several servants and brought in the movable type printing apparatus.

Under Zhao Yu's instruction, they personally demonstrated the function of movable type printing in front of civil and military officials.

shhhhh--

The servant brushed the ink, pressed hard, and then took out the pages.

After about half an hour, a book has been rubbed.

The ministers were stunned, and the shock in their hearts couldn't be more, and they couldn't help but admire.

"Moveable type printing is really a creation of heaven. From then on, my writings in Daqin can flourish for eternity!"

"I can't believe that there is such an artifact in the world. With this artifact, it will be easy for me to print thousands of books in Daqin!"

"There are a number of Warring States classics treasured in the old man's house, and I am worried that they cannot be rubbed. The movable type printing technique created by the emperor can be said to have solved a big problem for the old man!

Similar voices came one after another, and all the ministers sincerely admired the movable type printing technique created by Zhao Yu.

The ministers and officials looked at Zhao Yu's tall and straight heroic posture, and inexplicably felt that he was so similar to His Majesty in the past.

They firmly believe that the name of Zhao Yu will surely shine in the Ganges River of the years!

Layers of clouds lined the sky, a rainbow bridge crossed the blue sky curtain, and goshawk arrows swept toward the peaks.

The breeze blew the old pines, the branches and leaves were full, and the ants worked hard to carry the tofu blocks on the floor of the streets of Xianyang.

An old man with white beard and hair was dressed in ragged clothes, his face was unkempt, his wrinkled cheeks were full of traces left by the wind and sand, and the scars were covered with scabs.

He was skinny, with a wooden stick on it, he stopped every step of the way, his chapped lips were squirming, he was holding a broken iron bowl in his hand, and his eyes were full of begging expressions.

Passing a bun shop, he stopped and stared straight at the delicious steaming buns, his heels seemed to grow on the ground.

The shopkeeper of Baozipu glared at the old man and shouted to the young man behind him: "Why are you still standing there, drive this refugee away! Don't affect Laozi's business!"

"Let's go! If you don't go, I'll chop you up to make stuffing for buns!" Xiao Er said fiercely on purpose.

Pushed by Xiao Er, the old man almost fell several times, and he walked towards another tofu vendor.

Looking at the tender and delicious tofu, the old man's mouth was drooling.

The woman selling tofu quickly waved her hand and said in disgust, "Where did you get the beggar, go back and ask your son to raise you, what are you doing out at such a great age?"

It seemed as if countless grains of sand had entered the eyes of the old man in an instant, and the eyes of the old man squinted, as if something very hard was squeezed into it.

There seemed to be some sad memories in his mind, and the old man's eyes seemed to be unable to open.

He tapped the bluestone floor tiles on the ground with a wooden stick, and the bluestone floor tiles made a "dong, dong, dong--" echo, and the old man followed the sound of the bluestone floor tiles and walked all the way to the end of the street in Xianyang.

Suddenly, the old man felt that his shoulder was being squeezed hard, he opened his eyes in surprise, and saw two Qin officials grabbing him.

One of the leading Qin officials said solemnly: "Come, come back with us, the laws of Daqin stipulate that beggars and beggars are not allowed on the streets of Xianyang, don't you know?

"I don't, I'd rather die than eat." The old man argued.

Then, looking at the old man's attire, the two Qin officials who beat him to death did not believe that the old man was not begging, and the Qin official in the lead shouted: "Old man, don't explain! Come with us!

Soon, the old man was taken to the official mansion. The official of the mansion was a Qin official named Xi. He carefully examined the identity of the old man, and suddenly he was shocked.

He looked at the old man kneeling on the ground with some respect, and asked in a deep voice, "Meng Xiao, is that your name?"

The old man kneeling on the ground nodded vigorously and replied firmly: "Sir, that's right, the villain is called Meng Xiao.

"It is recorded in the household registration that you were originally a descendant of an old Qin from Guanzhong. Your eldest son Meng Ji, second son Meng Ling, and third son Meng Chong all joined the Qin army and conquered all countries for His Majesty. How are they now?"

Hearing this, the old man's eyes seemed to have entered a large particle again, and he couldn't open it again, as if he was stabbed by an awl in his heart.

The old man replied: "Master Hui...they...they all died!

As soon as the words fell, Xi's face suddenly became extremely solemn, and he quickly waved his hands to the Qin officials around the old man and shouted: "Quick! Quick! Help him get up and give him a seat!"5

After a pause, looking at the old man who looked like a beggar, he stared at Meng Xiao with sympathy, and said solemnly: "Meng Xiao, all three of your sons died in battle for His Majesty, and made great military exploits for my Great Qin! No, martyrs should not be forgotten!""

"According to the latest Qin law issued by the emperor's teacher to your majesty, all three of your sons can get the title of dukes, and they died in battle, and the pensions they received totaled 1,500 yuan. I'll send it to you, and you can take it back to retire."

"One thousand five hundred dollars?"

Hearing this, Meng Xiao, who was sitting on the reclining chair, couldn't sit still, and a huge wave was set off in his heart!

"One dollar, three buckets of rice, fifteen hundred dollars, even if I die, I can't spend it all!" The old man was instantly moved with heat.

Immediately afterwards, the old man stood up, knelt down toward the outside of the hall, and muttered something in his mouth, "Xiaomin kowtows to your majesty, kowtows to the emperor! I'm not afraid that I won't have the money to support me, but I'm afraid that someone will forget my Meng family's contribution to Daqin."

Turning around, the old man knelt in front of Xi and said, "Sir, the villain will only take a hundred wen to maintain his livelihood for the rest of his life. Please return the extra 1,400 wen to Your Majesty.

Xi hurriedly stood up, walked down the steps and helped the old man up, saying: "Your Majesty has taken the advice of the Emperor, and the Emperor has made a death order, we can't take this money, the old man, you can take it back, This is what you deserve, you gave birth to three heroes for my Daqin! 35

The old man refused many times, but still to no avail. In the end, he could only take a huge sum of money that he had never seen in his life with tears in his arms.

Afterwards, Xi ordered the old man to change into clean clothes, and then ordered him to post a notice to spread the heroic deeds of the old man.

When the old man was wearing brocade and jade clothes and walked to Xianyang Street again, the eyes of the people around him changed instantly!

"Isn't this Meng Xiao? He just started to look like a beggar, but this is very different. I heard that his three sons were killed in battle, and the government rewarded him with 1,500 yuan. Oh my god, 1,000 yuan. Five hundred words, Laozi can't spend even eight lifetimes, this little old man is lucky! 35

"Hey! In front of you, keep your mouth clean! You can call the little old man? Didn't you see the notice? This is the hero of my Daqin, the three sons of the family, all wrapped in horse leather for His Majesty, died in battle! Such bravery, what qualifications do you have to slander?"

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"Your Majesty is really a bodhisattva's heart, dedicated to the people, and under the pressure of civil and military officials, he also wants to let His Majesty improve the status of soldiers, and then distribute pensions to the families of soldiers who died in battle, making the soldiers a way of life. From now on, when we join the army, even if we die in battle, we will never have to worry about the livelihood of our family members, these imperial teachers will consider it for us!"

"What's the matter, 1,500 pennies! How much rice can I buy? Laozi will have three sons, no, Laozi will have five sons. When they grow up, Laozi will let them all give birth to them. I go to the battlefield, fight the Baiyue, fight the Xiongnu, destroy the Chen Kingdom, what makes me a soldier so much money, if I don’t go to Laozi and whip them with a whip, I want them to go! Whether my Li family can rise or not depends on these juniors!”

"Li Ergou, you are so stupid, you still want to wait for the next generation? You are about to fight against the Xiongnu, and the emperor will lead the army in person. When you wait for the next generation, the Huns have been given to the Xiongnu by the emperor. Destroyed! If you join the army now, you can still catch up with the achievements and achievements. Whether your Li family and my Liu family can achieve a class leap depends on this battle!"

"Brother Liu said this very quickly, anyway, all the auspicious things at home have been planted, let's go, let's go to the army now! 99

Similar voices came one after another, throughout Xianyang, and even the entire Daqin, after Qin Shihuang issued the edict on the welfare of soldiers.

Being a soldier has formed a new trend in Daqin.

In the blue sky, vultures circled in the sky, reluctant to leave for a long time.

Weeds are lush on the ground, cattle and sheep are rushing to eat in groups, among the largest tribes of the Xiongnu, and also in the royal court of the Xiongnu.

In the center of the Xiongnu royal court, there is an iron cage.

In the center of the iron cage, there was a girl from Qin who was freed from bondage and kept crying.

The girl was trapped in the iron cage, her face was full of horror, her eyes were swollen from crying, and she was about to cry.

Her throat was already hoarse, and she was still screaming in pain: "Let me out! Please! I am willing to let me sit on anything! I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you! Let me out! I don't want to die. !"5

All around were a group of laughing Huns, looking at the terrified appearance of the Qin girls, they all laughed out loud.

Dry firewood was placed under the iron cage, and a layer of oil was poured on the firewood.

The surrounding Huns couldn't help laughing and talking.

"This little girl is so beautiful, it's a pity she's going to die!"

"I've angered Mr. Mo Dun, and she'll deserve to die!""

"The girls of the Qin people are beautiful and watery, but they are much prettier than the women of our Xiongnu. I haven't had enough fun, so it's a pity to die like this. 99

"Shh! Don't talk, Lord Morton is here!"

Under the sound of similar conversation, a young man with thin cheeks and a gloomy face walked over.

In his eyes, the intention to kill could not be hidden, he glanced at the Qin girl with satisfaction, and said coldly: "Set fire.

Crackling!

The Huns immediately lit the wood, and the wood immediately burst into flames, and the fire covered the Qin girl in the iron cage.

Qin girls have tried to break free from the iron cage many times, but the iron cage is not only extremely hard, but also has a very strong thermal conductivity.

After the Qin girl touched the iron cage several times, her palms were immediately scalded.

"Ahhh-

The sorrowful cry of the Qin girls resounded throughout the Xiongnu royal court.

The sound was so terrifying that people couldn't bear to hear it.

Only the Huns were still enjoying themselves and shouting, "The voice is louder, louder, it's really enjoyable!

In one of the most luxurious tents in the royal court of the Xiongnu, Touman Chanyu was abusing the Qin girl. Hearing this more shrill cry, she instantly felt that the faint cry of the Qin girl in front of her was dull.

With curiosity, Touman Shanyu came to the center of the Xiongnu royal court, and saw an iron cage and a Qin girl who was almost cooked but still dancing.

Touman Shanyu's face was calm, he walked gently to his son Mo Dun's side, and said solemnly, "My son, did you do this?

Mo Dun's eyes lit up, and he had expected it long ago: "Returning to the father and the king is exactly what the sons and ministers did."

Paused. At this moment, the girl from Qin people has been roasted to the point of tenderness on the outside.

Immediately, Mao Dun shouted to the guards: "Extinguish the fire, take the two-legged sheep, and divide the food!

"Here." Mo Dun's personal guard replied respectfully.

Dozens of Huns, surrounding the roasted corpse of a Qin girl who was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, cut off pieces of meat with their machetes, and put them into their mouths to chew greedily.

Looking at their expressions of enjoyment, Modun said meaningfully to Touman Shanyu: "Father, don't hesitate, Qin people are sheep, and I, the Huns, are wolves. It is only right and proper for wolves to eat sheep. There are so many good things in Daqin, why don't I, the Huns, grab them?

"Do you still have to wait for Da Qin to gradually become stronger, and then destroy my Xiongnu in one fell swoop? Father, do you know what kind of ambition does Da Qin Emperor Ying Zheng, the emperor who once unified the six countries in the Central Plains, have? The question of whether iron becomes steel.

From Mo Dun's point of view, while Da Qin has not fully recovered his vitality and snatch more good things, can the Xiongnu also become stronger and gain the strength to compete with Da Qin!

Touman Shanyu looked at the most ruthless son in front of him, and his eyes also showed a look of thought, and finally he looked in the direction of the Great Wall and sighed: "My son, the father also knows that the Qin people are sheep, But the Qin people have the Great Wall and Meng Tian, ​​and the father, as the king of the Huns, cannot gamble with the lives of the entire Xiongnu clan!"5

Mo Dun's eyes were full of despair, and a killing intent flashed away in the depths of his eyes.

He knew in his heart that the Huns, following such a foolish father, would sooner or later be wiped out by the revived Da Qin!

Mo Dun's face was a little disappointed, he clenched the handle of the knife tightly, and roared: "Father! You long for civilization! But civilization is against nature!"

"I, the Huns, are born to eat meat! All Qin people are two-legged sheep!

"Although Meng Tian is strong, can't I, the Huns, find warriors?" Mo Dun asked with red eyes.

The loud and powerful voice woke up the dozens of Xiongnu warriors who were eating the corpses of the Qin girls, and they all focused their attention on the faces of Mo Dun and Touman Shanyu.

And Touman Shanyu's face was a little ugly, and there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes, his fingers clenched the handle of the knife nine.