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

"Your Majesty, the eldest son asks to see you!"

Early in the morning, the voice of the eunuchs in the palace broke the tranquility of Xianyang Palace.

Zhao Tuo was seated in the main hall of the bedroom, with Ying Zheng on the side, and other important officials of the court on both sides.

It's like a small early morning posture.

"Let him in."

"Here!"

Soon, a slightly thin but elegant middle-aged man slowly walked into the hall.

"Fu Su, I have seen Your Majesty, Father."

"Brother, don't be too polite."

Fusu straightened up and looked at Zhao Tuo with burning eyes.

Because Zhao Tuo is now the second emperor of the Qin Dynasty, he did not show a half-submission color.

Seeing Fusu's appearance, Zhao Tuo smiled helplessly in his heart, and also gave up the idea of ​​being polite with the elder brother whom he had not seen for many years.

"Looking at the appearance of your brother, it seems that you already know, why did you order you to return to Xianyang this time?"

"But for disaster food and Confucianism?"

"That's right."

Zhao Tuo looked at Fusu with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Since I was young, my elder brother has been very righteous. Since you feel that what I have done is inappropriate, why not..."

"Let me be quiet, this matter is changed to elder brother, what will elder brother do."

"?"

"Come on, bring something."

Zhao Tuo's order was issued, and the Baishi food that had been prepared immediately was moved to the entrance of the main hall.

Looking at the food outside, Fusu was still puzzled.

Zhao Tuo continued: "I heard that there are signs of famine in Beidi County as well, but the scope is small, and it affects only a few villages."

"There is a hundred stones of grain outside the hall, which can ensure that a small half of them can survive the famine safely."

"Next, I'll ask my brother to take these grains to help the victims."

Fusu's face changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Since there is a famine in several villages, why are you only given Baishi grain?"

"You can understand that there is no more in the treasury, that's all." Zhao Tuo held his chin, and there was a hint of abuse in his eyes.

"you……"

Fusu's teeth were critical, and he felt a burst of anger in his heart.

He seemed to understand.

Zhao Tuo didn't really ask him to help the victims at all.

Trying to stabilize his emotions, Fusu said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, don't you think it's too ruthless to use the disaster victims to prove something like this?"

"Once there is an accident and some people starve to death, how will this account be calculated?"

"It's on my head." Zhao Tuo waved his hand indifferently.

Suddenly, Zhao Tuo patted his head.

"By the way, if brother really can't stand it, then order someone to replace the food. You should know how to do it, right?"

"I believe that my brother will not have the heart to watch those people starve to death."

"you……"

Fusu was almost out of breath.

But in the end, he still forcibly suppressed his anger, took a deep breath and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, Fusu... It will never become what you want to see!"

After speaking, Fusu turned his head and walked out of the hall quickly.

Looking at Fusu's back, Zhao Tuo silently closed the perspective of Qishu, and the corners of his mouth raised again.

"No, brother, you will."

...

Knowing that Fusu left with Baishi grain and rushed to Shangjun, the officials in the hall were relieved.

They know it now.

The eighteen-year-old His Majesty the Second Emperor had a temper no less than that of the Supreme Emperor Ying Zheng.

Fusu's words just now were so fierce, they didn't want to see the scene of cannibalism.

"Okay, let's move on to business."

Zhao Tuo's words brought everyone's attention back.

"Now the temporary papermaking workshop has begun to produce paper in large quantities, the next thing I need you to do is to write articles!"

Write an article?

The important ministers looked at each other in dismay, and Ying Zheng's face also showed a trace of confusion.

"Liss."

"The minister is here."

"You are responsible for writing the content of some Daqin laws and their analysis and intentions, and you must be concise and comprehensive."

"Here!"

"Wang Ben, Meng Yi."

"The minister is here!"

"The two of you are responsible for writing about the harm caused to the people by the people of the six kingdoms, intentionally or unintentionally, during the war, such as cooking and eating, and how to write about how they were reviled by others."

"This……"

The two looked at each other, as if they didn't dare to say what they wanted to say.

Zhao Tuo smiled slightly.

"You mean to say that this is not very authentic, right? After all, these things... even Qin can't escape."

Everyone hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Then I will tell you a truth today... History is written by the victors!"

"Aiqings may wish to guess, if Da Qin were to perish like this, how would those Confucian scholars in later generations write about their father and emperor, and how would they write about me?"

"Zhen, sitting on this throne, I don't want to be a good person."

"It's to make the Great Qin Jiangshan, which has been conquered by Yu Lie for the sixth generation, more stable and the people more peaceful!"

"Tuoer is right."

At this moment, Ying Zheng also opened his mouth.

"Those who achieve great things are not careful. For the sake of Da Qin, some sins always have to be borne by someone."

Hearing this, all the officials present nodded this time.

"Okay, the remaining Aiqings are responsible for compiling some interesting folk anecdotes that I have heard recently, and I will read and select them one by one."

"Here!"

After the business was explained, everyone resigned and left.

Soon only Ying Zheng and Zhao Tuo were left in the hall.

Seeing the five people around, Ying Zheng asked curiously, "Tuo'er, what is the purpose of your move today?"

Zhao Tuo grinned.

"Of course it's for the remnants of the Six Nations... to make coffin lids!"*