Eight Thousand Iron Buddha at the Start, Please Make Concessions to the First Emperor!

Yingchuan and Sishui counties.

The cloudy clouds and heavy rain that had lasted for half a month finally faded away.

The bean sprouts were soaked in the muddy crops, some of which had already started to spoil.

Clearly, although the rain has passed, the real problems have only just begun.

If it were the past, then we should be able to see hungry people taking to the streets by now.

Hungry green eyes glanced about for anything to swallow.

famine.

One of the most terrible disasters in human society.

However, this disaster, which would have taken countless lives, was completely killed and suppressed in its infancy just before it emerged...

"Don't rob, don't rob! Everyone has it!"

"Every person gets half a bowl of food every day, and they get Austria by taking a photo of themselves!"

"Okay, the three of them are, right, this is yours..."

"Stinky boy, didn't you come here in the morning? Go go go go."

"Don't be busy, there is a lot of food, enough to eat for the next season."

Similar shouts resounded in the villages and counties of Yingchuan and Sishui counties.

In the land that was about to be occupied by hunger and panic, hope once again emerged in the hearts of the people.

Although it's just stale grains.

But as long as you can fill your stomach, you won't die.

In this special period, this is the best delicacy.

The large amount of food in storage made the people put their hearts into their stomachs.

The large-scale famine that originally covered two whole counties and tens of millions of people disappeared invisibly.

...

The news of the famine spread far and wide.

The people who were originally critical of the Xianyang Palace's exchange of stored grain for old grain and scum, now finally realized it.

Only then did they realize that during this period of time, they had misunderstood the Xianyang Palace and the good intentions of the second emperor who had just ascended the throne!

For a time, the people of Sanchuan, Nanyang, and Hanzhong, who had been restless because they misunderstood Zhao Tuo's intentions, settled down one after another.

Changed from the restless appearance before, and restored the calm and peacefulness of the past.

And some of them who specialize in sticking needles and chewing the root of Qin's tongue disappeared without a trace.

In addition to these counties, other places farther away from Xianyang.

The people are still in the dark.

One is because of the occlusion of information in this era.

The other... is because some people don't want the people to know the truth!

...

...

"Hey... This hot pot is very much to my taste, Tuo'er, if you have nothing to do in the future, you might as well come to my palace for a walk."

"..."

Looking at Ying Zheng and Meng Yi who were fishing for mutton in a copper pot in front of him, Zhao Tuo's eyes twitched.

Originally, he thought that Ying Zheng and others who were accustomed to the Daqin meal-sharing system would not be used to the one-pot way of eating hot pot.

Now, it seems that I was completely overthinking it.

The only one in the crowd who was still a long snack was Feng Quji.

He frowned as he looked at the boiling copper pot in front of him.

"Your Majesty, all the counties in Daqin are in chaos now, and this minister's heart... is really uneasy!"

"Eat more meat if you're uneasy."

Zhao Tuo picked up a chopstick and put it into Feng Quji's bowl.

This time, Feng Quji was flattered.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Tuo waved his hand indifferently, then took out a semi-finished hemp paper from the homemade paper pump and wiped his mouth, then said:

"The previous Da Qin was just a tangle of buttons."

"It looks calm on the outside, but in fact it's chaotic inside, and there's no solution at all."

"So what I am doing now is to stir them up and disperse them completely, so that the thread can be completely unraveled and straightened out."

Ying Zheng also nodded.

"My son is right, General Wang, fill me up again!"

After clinking glasses with Ying Zheng, Zhao Tuo drank the drink and continued:

"Where is the chaos in Great Qin today?"

"Thinking of the remnants of the Six Kingdoms who rebelled against the army, the good-hearted people who can't see Daqin, the ignorant people who listen to the wind is the rain, and the Hundred Schools of Schools who covet a false name to confuse the water."

"Now the forces of the four parties are almost on the bright side after all this tossing."

"The entangled four strands are found, and the rest is to untie."

Hearing Zhao Tuo's words, everyone nodded thoughtfully.

Ying Zheng waved his hand even more and said imposingly, "Tuo'er just unbuttons that button."

"If it can't be solved, I will cut it open with a knife!"

"With you and my father and son in charge of Daqin today, can we still make the world chaotic? Hahahahaha!"

"The emperor is right, the last will go first!"

"The old man and one."

"drink!"

Eating meat, drinking wine, and the lively atmosphere made Zhao Tuo regain some of the feeling of his previous life in a trance.

It's just that the system prompt that suddenly sounded in his mind brought him back to reality again.

"Ding, the victims get relief, and gain reputation points: 12"

"Ding, the victims get relief and reputation points: 11"

"Ding, the victims get relief, and gain reputation points: 15"

...

Thousands of prompts flooded into my head in an instant.

The original poor reputation balance of 1003 points soared to more than 200,000 in an instant.

"Did Chenliang Disaster Relief also provide reputation points? Not bad. Although the reputation points are a little less, at least I didn't get scolded."

A satisfied smile appeared on Zhao Tuo's mouth.

Reputation points, at least it means that you are not doing the opposite.

This is enough.

"Your Majesty, what did you say?"

Meng Yi, who was sitting beside Zhao Tuo, looked puzzled.

Zhao Tuo smiled and shook his head.

"Zhen Zhi was just thinking that the remnants of the Six Nations who were going to rebel against the chaos, after seeing the results of our disaster relief efforts, they would probably die to suppress the news, right?"

"It's inevitable." Wang Ben picked up the words.

"Since these thieves want to arouse the contradiction between the common people and Da Qin, they will definitely not let such news appear."

"Otherwise, this matter of recruiting troops and horses will be difficult to handle."

Zhao Tuo smiled indifferently.

"Press it, press it, the harder they press now, the harder it will rebound."

"When the time comes, you can't blame others for getting burned."

"By the way, Feng Xiang, how are things going in the paper mill?"

Seeing Zhao Tuo asking, Feng Quji looked a little embarrassed: "Your Majesty, this papermaking workshop... I'm afraid it has to be pushed back."

"Push and push? That won't work."

Zhao Tuo quickly shook his head.

You know, this paper not only supports the backbone of the future Daqin Wenyun.

It is the most crucial part of his current series of plans, and it is also an indispensable change.

There must be no leaks in this regard.

"Tell me, what's the problem."

Feng Quji blushed.

"Your Majesty, the treasury... is out of money."*