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

Zhao Tuo took the silk brush.

After a lot of writing and writing, the Chuan Guoyu Seal is stamped with a big seal, that's it!

"Is this letter just handed by someone from the Black Ice Platform?" Zhao Tuo asked casually.

The eunuch nodded.

"If you go back to His Majesty, that's right."

"The person from the Black Ice Terrace?"

Ying Zheng, Meng Yi and others on the side were a little stunned when they heard this answer.

Normally, letters like this from Northern Xinjiang are delivered by special couriers in the palace, even if they are expedited.

The main function of the Black Ice Terrace is to be responsible for the dark activities and special tasks of the entire Daqin.

Why did you send the letter?

Zhao Tuo didn't say much, but handed the letter to the eunuch and told:

"Give this letter to the person who sent it back, and he will know what to do."

"Here!"

The eunuch left with the letter.

The people present saw that Zhao Tuo obviously did not intend to explain the situation, so naturally they did not dare to ask any further questions.

Rather, it unfolds the main purpose of coming here today.

"Your Majesty, Sanchuan, Nanyang, Yingchuan, Sishui, Hedong, Dongjun and other counties have returned news."

Meng Yi got up and handed the memorial in his hand to Zhao Tuo, and continued:

"Now that the heavy rain has stopped, food for disaster relief has arrived one after another, and not many people have died of famine."

"The flood in Hedong and Dongjun did not threaten the people in the lower reaches of the river because of the timely evacuation."

"These counties with the largest population in Daqin have now stopped riots and returned to stability."

"Well...Tell me about the situation on the Confucian side."

Feng Quji got up and replied, "Your Majesty, the incident of crossing the road and the fact that there are hidden stakes to build momentum, now the reputation of Confucianism among the people in the surrounding counties of Xianyang has taken a turn for the worse."

"There is even a phenomenon of Confucian disciples switching to other schools."

"If there is no accident, after this incident, it will take less than a year and a half for Confucianism to fall."

Zhao Tuo nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, according to this situation, continue to hang for a while."

"It will be easier to use when the arrogance of these Confucian scholars wears off."

"Apart from these, how are the movements of the other counties that I explained?"

Seeing Zhao Tuo asking, Feng Quji and Wang Ben looked at each other and said immediately.

"Your Majesty, the minister and General Wang have gathered information from the remaining counties and counties according to your instructions."

"The chaos in half of the counties has subsided, but there are a few counties that are no different."

"Isn't it different, huh..."

Zhao Tuo grinned.

Under the current situation, there is no difference, it is the biggest difference.

Even the city of Xianyang under his heels was almost fried some time ago, but it was only with the Zen position and a subsequent set of combos that he settled down.

Say other counties are stable?

Impossible.

"General Wang, after you go back, immediately mobilize your troops to focus on those 'stable' counties."

"If I guessed correctly, these places should have fallen."

"what!"

Ying Zheng stood up suddenly, and a rolling power mixed with anger emanated.

"These remnants of the Six Nations have eaten the guts of a bear's heart and a leopard! I'm not old enough to walk, but these Xiao Xiaos dare to come out and jump!"

"Wang Ben, prepare a horse for me! This time, I will go on a personal expedition to completely wipe out this gang of Liu Guoxiao children!"

Seeing that Ying Zhengda was about to start when he had a disagreement, Zhao Tuo quickly got up to comfort him.

"Royal father doesn't need to be angry, these are all expected things."

"As expected?"

"That's right." Zhao Tuo nodded and explained, "If these people don't come out, it's like a poison smothered in the body. Sooner or later, it will be a disaster."

"So I took advantage of the unstable foundation of this time, and the opportunity of natural disasters for food to disturb people's hearts, to force these poisons out."

"Father, don't worry, for these people, I have already prepared their own coffins for them."

"Now that they jumped in on their own, all that's left is to put the lid on for them!"

"Oh?"

Looking at Zhao Tuo's subtle smile, Ying Zheng's original anger dissipated in an instant.

"Since Tuo'er has already planned, then the royal father will no longer worry about it."

"Hahaha, the royal father is just waiting to watch the play."

After appeasing Ying Zheng, Zhao Tuo asked again: "Feng Xiang, I told you before, how is it that you are worried about the Xianyang craftsman?"

"If you go back to Your Majesty, there are a total of 120 craftsmen, and they are all waiting in the palace now."

"Not bad." Zhao Tuo nodded with satisfaction.

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Tuo suspiciously: "Tuo'er, why are so many craftsmen in such a hurry?"

Zhao Tuo smiled mysteriously.

"It's just some gadgets, and the emperor will know when the time comes."

...

After the business was over, everyone left.

Looking at the backs of Feng Quji and Li Si, Ying Zheng couldn't help but sigh, "During this time, Feng Xiang and Meng Shangqing have been very busy."

Zhao Tuo nodded in agreement.

For a long time, Daqin has always worked together with the left and the right, and at the same time also checked and balanced each other.

Except for Zhao Gao's affairs, Li Si is still in prison.

From the top to the bottom of the court, Feng Quji handles all the big and small affairs by himself.

However, since this time, there have been a variety of policies.

"No, now that Feng Xiang is old, if things go on like this, if you get tired, then it will be difficult..."

Zhao Tuo rubbed his chin and pondered.

"It seems that the return of the corvée has come a long way, and we have to deal with Li Si."

...

Northern Xinjiang, Shangjun.

The sunset reflected the sky, and a few geese floated by.

The picture seems to be very comfortable.

However, if the angle of view is moved further down, one can see the countless Qin troops who are waiting for the next step, garrisoning the defense line of the northernmost border of Daqin.

Fusu stands at the head of the Great Wall, looking at the sky in the south.

There... is the direction of Xianyang.

"Master, Xianyang replied!"

"Xianyang... reply?"

Looking at the letter handed over by the messenger, Fusu was a little confused.

If he remembered correctly, recently, he only sent a letter to Xianyang yesterday.

Although Shangjun and Xianyang are not far away, it takes a day and a half to reach them both day and night.

Where did the reply come from? *