Daqin: Qin Shihuang Visited The Stalls At the Start

With the shaking of the earth, Meng Tian led a thousand Buddha troops to the battlefield with the Huns.

And Su Yu and others returned to Mengfu after the figure of the Buddha Army disappeared from the sky.

Looking at the sky this morning, although the sky is clear, the sky is indeed overcast, and there may be a sudden rainstorm.

Therefore, Su Yu temporarily gave the workers a day off.

As for himself, when he returned to the house, he began to look at the golden hair in front of him with anxiety.

Yes, he is very sad now.

Too much money and don't know how to spend it.

Or, not knowing how to spend it makes sense.

As the saying goes.

How can the rich drive economic growth without spending money?

But here comes the problem.

Su Yu wants to spend money now.

However, there are really not many places where he needs to use money in Daqin.

There are very few places that can be consumed.

The variety of goods is also poor.

It is said that Daqin is poor, and how can Daqin be rich just by relying on the farmers' taxes?

If the status quo is not changed, I am afraid that there will be not much oil and water that Su Yu can scrape on Lao Zhao.

Even if there is still bidding for this kind of thing that can make you rich, you can do it once or twice...

But the more times in a short period of time, the smaller the benefit.

After all, wealth also requires a blood recovery cycle.

A wave of tall leeks has been harvested, and the rest must be low.

It is only cost-effective to wait for them to grow taller again and then harvest them.

Although it is said that Lao Zhao has adopted his own opinions and began to support the rise of merchants.

However, economic growth based on such policies is still somewhat slow in the final analysis.

I don't know how long it will take until I can actually see the results.

Instead of relying on them, it is better to rely on yourself.

Thinking of this, Su Yu almost had some eyebrows about how to spend the money in his hands.

Roughly, some means were used to make it return to the people of Daqin.

Then it is returned to the treasury through consumption by the people, taxation and other methods.

In this way, Lao Zhao has money and buys things from himself.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is almost the same as returning the money to Lao Zhao.

But in this way, the system will not prohibit.

After all, in the process of money circulation, Daqin's social situation has also developed.

This is exactly what my system likes to see.

After thinking about it, Su Yu decided to wait for some time and consider starting a business to spread out his wealth.

For example, restaurants are fine.

While spending money to find people to collect ingredients, they hire employees at high prices.

They are all running to lose money.

Then the powerful diners may be able to spread the various eating methods in the restaurant.

This way, you can still have a reputation.

It's quite a feat!

As for how to live by losing money...

After all, these are just side jobs.

Where he really made money, he still had to rely on Lao Zhao.

After making up his mind, Su Yu's mood was much more relaxed.

Hetao area, north of the Great Wall.

The soldiers of the Qin army were sitting together in groups of three, gnawing at the blunt pot helmets in their hands.

I didn't find that a figure flashed across the grassland in the distance...

Soon after, the Huns camped.

"Chan Yu, the Qin army did not find Meng Tian's figure.

A Huns with a rough and ferocious face respectfully looked at the two figures in front of him.

Only one of them said: "Hahahaha, that Meng Tian is really not in the army, my son Mo Dun is smart, and I am very happy to be a father.

Listening to his words is not difficult to guess.

This man was the head Man Shanyu of the Huns.

And next to him was Mo Dun, who almost trapped Liu Bang to death in the future.

Touman patted his son on the shoulder vigorously, his eyes full of joy.

My son, just from a confrontation between the two armies, had judged that Meng Tian, ​​who was the commander of the Qin army, might not be in the army.

Such talent is simply a natural commander.

Mo Dun stood up with excitement on his face: "Abba, I would like to take this opportunity to lead ten thousand warriors to raid the Qin army camp!

Touman Shanyu slapped his thigh sharply after he pondered for a while.

"Okay! My son has such courage, Dad should support him!"

At this time, Touman Shanyu looked at his son Mao Mo Dun with a hundred satisfactions in his heart.

Not only courageous, but also wise.

The main thing is ambition.

In the future, Shanyu will be taught to him.

The future of the Huns is definitely bright.

Soon, the horse team gathered outside the camp.

Thousands of Huns with long bows and warhorses swept away under the leadership of Mao Dun.

Thousands of people are like mountains, and thousands of people are like seas.

The endless Xiongnu army, howling, rushed towards the direction of the Qin army camp.

Now their nemesis, Meng Tian, ​​is missing.

With the innate riding skills and the powerful longbow of the Xiongnu, no one will be their opponent in the entire vast grassland.

Feel the vibration from the distant land.

How could the battle-hardened Qin soldiers not know what happened?

He hurriedly put away the pot helmet that he hadn't gnawed off for a long time, and picked up the sword beside him to prepare to fight.

In the Qin army, Meng Yue, the deputy general in charge of guarding this place, flashed a dignified expression on his face.

He is the younger brother of Meng Tian and Meng Yi, and he is somewhat related.

Usually, he is quite trusted by Meng Tian.

"."The whole army obeyed the order and retreated to the south of the Great Wall!"

Mengyue knew that the current Qin army could not fight recklessly with the Huns.

This battle came too suddenly.

And looking at this momentum, there were at least 10,000 Xiongnu cavalrymen who came to raid the Qin army's camp here.

Coupled with the absence of coach Meng Tian, ​​it is equivalent to losing the backbone.

Under reckless struggle, there is absolutely no benefit.

It is better to join forces with the large troops south of the Great Wall, and then go back in a counterattack.

Hearing Mengyue's order, the Qin army began to retreat to the south in an orderly manner.

However, no matter how fast they were, how could they compare to the Huns riding on horses?

Qin Jun has not seen the shadow of the Great Wall yet.

The Xiongnu soldiers in the rear had already caught up.

Seeing that it is no use to withdraw at this time.

Meng Yue was simply heartbroken.

Turn around! Killing him is a grandson!

Rather than being shot in the back by this gang of beasts of the Huns.

Might as well fuck him upright!

Under the command of Meng (Li Wanghao) Yue, the soldiers of the Qin army stopped and turned around with red eyes.

They knew that they could not run this time.

The only way to survive is to kill!

Ten thousand Xiongnu cavalrymen were at the forefront, and Mo Dun watched the prey in the distance no longer struggle, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Hahahaha... Those Qin people are not running away, come on, brothers, prepare to shoot arrows!"

Meng Yue tightened the weapon in his hand.

Seeing that the other party had taken down the bow and arrow, a trace of despair could not help but emerge in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and roared: "Brother, today is all about death! Killing one is not a loss, killing two and earning one!"

"Kill! 35

"kill!!!

The soldiers of the Qin army raised their weapons high, and rushed towards the grave of the Xiongnu soldiers who had already drawn bows and arrows in despair.

However, just as the Huns' arrows were about to be fired.

A shrill scream came from behind the Qin army.

What followed was thousands of arrow shadows that cut through the sky, pouring down into the ranks of the Xiongnu cavalry like raindrops.