Daqin: The poorest prime minister, the first emperor begged me for corruption

Chapter 2: Chen’s money-making skills are actually not bad at all!

Qin Mo felt sorry for his egg fried rice, but Ying Zheng was cursing.

"The marquis of the country is my humerus. He is honest and self-sufficient and can set an example for the people of the old Qin Dynasty!"

As he spoke, Ying Zheng Danfeng's eyes became fiercer and fiercer, and he looked at Li Si who was already sweating profusely.

"Is it possible that those people who framed me up with false accusations are just guests from the old clans of the Six Kingdoms? Is it harmful to my sword?"

Li Si was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry. It was only his fault that he did not investigate clearly beforehand and then rashly submitted the report. It was really irrefutable.

Qin Mo glanced at the miserable Li Si and sighed: "Li Tingwei is devoted to the country, so there is no need for your Majesty to criticize him harshly."

"I think Li Tingwei is well aware of the dangers of guest servants, so he might as well issue a decree to set the number of guest servants for twenty-level nobles."

Ying Zheng was stunned when he heard this, then nodded and said: "Very good!"

Li Si grinned secretly, his eyes filled with resentment.

There are three nobles and nine ministers in the court, and there is no house without guests, children, and servants.

If he, the highest legal officer of the Qin Dynasty, dares to issue decrees and restrictions, he will surely become the public enemy of all officials!

Qin Mo's revenge was too harsh, but he couldn't help but accept it.

Ying Zheng ignored his resentful eyes and turned to look at Qin Mo.

"I love you dearly. You are the Chehou of the Great Qin Dynasty, and you have reached the rank of Prime Minister. You are below me and above tens of thousands of people. How can you treat yourself so harshly?"

"If all the wise men in the world met, they wouldn't accuse me of being mean and ungrateful. Who would still be willing to serve the Qin Dynasty?"

"Look at the two old generals Wang Jian and Wang Ben. Their father and son's family has vast hectares of fertile land and mountains of wealth. They are not satisfied yet. As a younger generation, you must be good at amassing wealth. The days ahead will be long!"

Ying Zheng spoke sincerely, and the officials nodded in agreement.

Qin Mo couldn't laugh or cry: "Actually, the egg fried rice cooked overnight is very delicious."

“How good can an overnight meal be?”

When Ying Zheng heard that he mentioned the overnight meal again, his face was full of disgust: "I know that you pursue the idea of ​​universal love, but going too far is not enough."

"You are the face of our Great Qin Empire. You can no longer live in a thatched hut and eat overnight meals!"

As if thinking of something, Ying Zheng suddenly looked at Li Si again, his face slightly cold.

"You falsely accused Qin Qing, but Qin Qing came to your rescue. Now that you see Qin Qing in such poverty, do you feel no guilt?"

Li Si understood immediately, gritted his teeth and said: "I would like to give the Marquis of Zhen Guo a mansion with a hundred acres of land and half a tael of ten thousand coins. I hope that the Marquis of Zhen Guo will not refuse."

Dogs don’t want the benefit of having it delivered to your door.

Qin Mo was not polite to him and said with a smile: "Li Tingwei is so kind, but I am disrespectful."

Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at the other ministers.

Ministers: "..."

The ministers were speechless and there was no money in the treasury, so they slaughtered us. Your Majesty is really unkind.

But when I think of the dignified first minister of the Qin Empire, living in a hut and eating overnight meals, it really doesn't make sense.

This is no longer Qin Mo’s personal matter, this is a state matter concerning the face of the empire!

So Wang Wan, the prime minister of the left, gave him a hundred feet of silk as a gift.

The doctor ordered Meng Yi to give him ten healthy horses as a gift.

Zhao Gao, the magistrate of CRRC, presented a pair of red lacquer chariots to the driver.

The ministers donated money and materials, making Qin Mo a rich man in an instant.

Ying Zheng seemed not to be satisfied yet. He looked around and pointed at the Wang family father and son who were hiding behind the officials.

"What are you hiding, two old generals? Come closer and talk!"

Wang Jian and Wang Ben were praised just now for being good at amassing money, and they wanted to die.

Is our family good at amassing money?

That is the self-destruction of a minister who has achieved great success!

But then again, the Wang family did accumulate a lot of wealth and land.

Now that Ying Zheng named them again, the father and son were really embarrassed, so they had no choice but to step forward to greet them.

Ying Zheng ignored the little embarrassment between father and son, and just pulled Qin Mo and said: "Qin Qing will leave it to the two old generals to teach him how to make money."

The corner of Qin Mo's mouth twitched: "My money-making skills are actually not bad at all."

As a descendant, in this barbaric pre-Qin period, he could make a lot of money every day by doing whatever he could.

It's just that all the wealth he accumulated was used to do things. It's not that he can't accumulate wealth!

Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized when he remembered that Qin Mo often created some magical things.

But he did not change his mind and stared at Wang Jian and his son with solemn expressions.

"Two old generals, I leave Qin Qing to you, and I don't care about him. I must not let him live in a thatched hut for overnight meals anymore!"

After saying that, Ying Zheng turned around and left the small courtyard, leading his ministers back to the palace.

After a while, only Wang's father and son and Qin Mo were left in the small courtyard, and the three of them looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Qin Mo: "Are you two old generals hungry?"

Father and son: "Hungry!"

Qin Mo: "Then let me dig some potatoes and entertain the two old generals."

Father and son: "..."

Did Prime Minister Qin misunderstand the word "hospitality"?

After all, you and your son are also the Marquis of Qin Che. You don't want to entertain them with a large banquet, but at least they have to go to the banquet and set up a table, right?

However, Qin Mo didn't seem to be indifferent to his distinguished guests.

First, he fed the leftover rice scattered all over the floor to the yellow guard dog, and then he actually dug potatoes and got into the kitchen.

The father and son sat on their knees in the hall waiting, looking at each other with wry smiles.

If you want to change Qin Mo's living habits, I'm afraid it's a long way to go!

"The water is boiling. The two old generals will drink some hot tea first and wait for a while."

Qin Mo came out of the kitchen with a pottery pot, took out two cups from the table, sprinkled a handful of tea leaves on each, poured boiling water into them and brewed them.

Then, he went back to the kitchen to work!

"Father, if Prime Minister Qin is so frugal, your majesty may not be able to handle the matter."

Wang Ben stroked his gray beard and lowered his voice.

Wang Jian ignored him and looked at the air rising in the cup, and the fragrance of sweet wood hit his face. He couldn't help but praise: "This is really an immortal tea."

Qin conquered Bashu, and the tea-making method spread to Guanzhong, and Qin people loved it.

As the name suggests, the tea-making method is to boil and drink it, and add salt, ginger, cinnamon, orange peel, mint and other things when boiling.

It's quite tasty when you drink it, but it's actually just a pot of soup.

Wang Jian had never seen the method of brewing fried tea like Qin Mo's. He only felt the aroma was pleasant and felt soothing to the whole body when he smelled it, so he was surprised that it was a fairy tea!

Wang Ben was also attracted by the fragrance of tea at this time, and the father and son twitched their noses and smelled it again and again.

Finally, when he saw that the tea soup was getting cold, Wang Jian took the lead in picking up the tea cup and took a careful sip.

Wang Ben stared at his father's expression, but when he saw Wang Jian's tea soup entering his mouth, his eyebrows wrinkled, it seemed that it was not very delicious.

But after a while, his eyebrows stretched out and his face looked intoxicated!

Wang Ben was confused, so he just took a sip from the cup.

He drank so much in one sip that he felt the bitterness was unspeakable and almost spit it out.

When he finally swallowed it and was about to say something bitter, the unique sweetness of fried tea filled his mouth and even his heart and spleen.

"Really fairy tea!"

Wang Ben also praised it out loud, then held the tea cup and looked at it carefully: "It turns out that Prime Minister Qin also loves beauty. This cup looks like jade but not jade. The jade is even embedded with gold lacquer and colorful paintings. It is really ingenious."

As he said this, Lao Wang Jian also noticed that the teacup in his hand seemed unusual.

The old man originally thought it was a jade cup and didn't look at it much. Now when he took a closer look, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "This cup is priceless!"

The father and son became more and more amazed as they looked at it, and they couldn't put it down.

But in fact, it is just a white porcelain cup, and the firing is extremely rough.

The so-called gorgeous gold lacquer painting in Wang Ben's mouth is just the product of failed firing.

Qin Mo originally wanted a truly gorgeous gold silk enamel, but he accidentally ended up in the style of a nouveau riche.

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(End of chapter)