Chapter 162 There are only wrong names in Chang'an Junfu, but there are no wrong nicknames
While scolding Li Mu, Ying Chengyu stood up and rolled up his sleeves, as if he wanted to catch Li Mu and teach him a lesson.
Li Si lamely stopped in front of Ying Chengyu.
"This is not Mr. Zhao Wu'an's fault, but Si's fault."
Ying Chengyu swayed from side to side, trying to chase Li Mu.
Li Si also swayed from side to side to block Ying Chengyu.
After swaying like this for two times, Li Mu had already left the hall and disappeared from everyone's sight without knowing where he was going.
"well!"
Pulling Li Si to sit in the guest seat.
Ying Chengyu first let out a deep sigh, and then said with a serious face: "The drunkard is my guest, and it was Chenglong's lax discipline that caused the left prime minister to almost lose his life. The master will bear the fault of the guest, and if the left prime minister has any complaints,
, please use this sword to chop it into a dragon’s head.”
Pa~
Shaking his hands, he took off the sword from his waist.
Ying Chengyu smashed the sword and scabbard on the table next to Li Si with unparalleled sincerity.
Han Fei lowered his head silently.
Your Majesty, while you belittle the art, you use it to your heart's content.
Plop~
As soon as Li Si slipped out of his seat, he knelt down in front of Ying Chengyu.
"The fate of Lord Chang'an is the destiny of the Qin Dynasty. Even if thousands of Li Si die, it is not enough for Lord Chang'an! Please Lord Chang'an, please don't say such words again!"
Ying Chengyu hurriedly pulled Li Si to his feet. He pulled Li Si for a few times without pulling, and said hurriedly: "The left prime minister is a great talent and the foundation of the Qin State. Chengyu is just a straight man, how can he compare with the left prime minister."
Han Fei listened to the two people's words and sighed.
It is better to go back to the house and continue writing "Han Feizi".
After half a cup of tea time has passed.
Ying Chengyu sat at the main seat, Li Si sat at the guest seat, and the servant moved a chair for Han Fei and placed it between them.
Li Si looked at Han Fei, who was sitting steadily and there was nothing strange about him, and was slightly surprised.
Senior brother, don’t you think it’s inappropriate?
"I don't know what the Prime Minister is here for? But if Cheng Yu can help, the Prime Minister can just say anything."
Sitting on the wooden chair, Li Si lowered his head and clasped his hands, and his words were full of pleading: "Si wants his eldest son to go to Shangjun with the prince, and I ask Lord Chang'an to take care of him."
Ying Chengyu glanced at Han Fei, his eyes full of inquiry.
Did you tell Li Si that you were going to Shangjun?
But he saw Han Fei looking at him with the same questions in his eyes.
Have you told your junior brother that you have to go to Shangjun?
As soon as the two looked at each other, they knew that the other party had not told the matter.
"The Prime Minister has too many etiquettes, please relax."
Pressing down Li Si's cupped hand, Ying Chengyu said with a smile: "You can go and talk to my eldest nephew about this matter, Prime Minister Zuo, or you can talk to your Majesty. How did you find the Chang'an Junfu? I don't want to go to the bitter cold place in Shangjun."
land."
It is unlikely that Li Si knew that Shiba was going to Shangjun. He would have thrown his eldest son there if it were not for the purpose of studying with Shiba.
It was probably because I wanted to hug my eldest nephew's thigh, but I shouldn't have found out about this.
"You'er wants to join the army and go to the battlefield to make achievements."
"Um?"
"Um?"
Ying Chengyu and Han Fei widened their eyes at the same time.
Han Fei opened and closed his mouth. He stuttered and was not good at speaking, so he took a pen and paper to sketch.
As soon as Han Fei started writing, Ying Chengyu, who had no problem with his articulation, already expressed his feelings, this time without any pretense.
"You are the Zuo Prime Minister of the Great Qin Dynasty. Your eldest son wants to join the army? Does he have any crazy disease?"
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Han Di, Yiyang.
Lu's Jewelry Shop, back room.
Old God Lu Buwei was lying on the couch on the ground, rocking and enjoying himself.
According to modern calculations, this back room was two hundred square meters in size. Twenty-two people were sitting on chairs, surrounding Lu Buwei.
"All members of the upper party have settled in and are ready to be dispatched by the merchants."
"Huayang has enough manpower. If we want to subvert the business system here, we can do it in ten days."
"There are enough pigeons and falcons to ensure that news from various cities in South Korea can reach Yiyang within two days at most."
"..."
Twenty-two people reported the news in an orderly manner. After one person finished speaking, there was silence for ten breaths, and then the next person continued to report.
Soon, all twenty-two people had finished their reports and were waiting quietly for instructions from Lu Buwei, who was lying on the rocking chair with his eyes closed and concentrating.
Not long after, Lu Buwei's eyes opened slightly and the rocking chair slowed down.
"Check how many fast horses in Xinzheng leave the city and how many enter the city. Report to me once a day."
"only."
"Summarize the food prices in each city, write them all on a piece of paper, and hand them to me every day."
"only."
"The amount of food that your Majesty has hoarded in Han is not considered noble. How long will it be enough to feed all the people in Han?"
"If we want to supply the entire Korean land, if we store up the grain for the past ten years, we can feed the people of South Korea for a month."
"Huh? Is this true?"
As soon as the rocking chair stopped, Lu Buwei half stood up and stared at the young man who just spoke.
"Listen clearly, I am talking about all the people in Han."
The young man is extremely serious.
"This is a conservative estimate, based on the fact that the Korean people have enough to eat. If we just want the Korean people to stay alive, they can survive for two and a half months."
"Ah."
Lu Buwei laughed and shook his head, thinking that things were very funny.
"In that case, you guys, please take action. Collect the iron at a price twice as high as the market price. We will eat as much as we have."
After hearing Lu Buwei's words, the twenty-two people looked at each other.
Some frowned slightly, some looked suspicious, and some looked at Lu Buwei carefully.
"If you have anything to say, let's make it clear here. After leaving this room, everyone must act according to my orders."
A man in green shirt, with eyes full of doubt and confusion, slapped the paper in his hand on his lap.
"The businessmen came from Xianyang, so they may not understand the conditions in Korea. We have the top ten iron ore mines in Korea, and we are not short of iron."
Someone took the lead, and others also spoke up one after another, and everyone spoke one by one.
"Together with the other iron mines in South Korea, the amount of iron produced is less than 10% of the amount produced by our iron mines."
"The amount of iron produced in South Korea has far exceeded the amount of iron produced by the iron-making furnaces and cement furnaces in various places. No matter how much iron is collected, it will be of no use if it is left in our hands."
"If a businessman wants to build weapons, there is no need to buy iron from outside. If he wants to break the Korean market with iron prices, this is a delusion."
"Han is the land with the largest amount of iron ore in the world. In the past, all the strongest bows and crossbows in the world came from Korea's reputation. No matter how much we buy iron, we can't finish it."
"Unless the power of the court is introduced to control all the iron mines in South Korea, South Korea will never be short of iron."
"Businessmen can use iron to break the situation, which is fine in other places, but it is not possible in Korea. In my opinion, it is better to collect grain, because you can't live without grain. Whoever seizes the grain will have the right to speak."
"..."
Lu Buwei listened quietly to everyone's words and remained silent.
It wasn't until everyone talked for a quarter of an hour and the voices became quieter and quieter that Lu Buwei smiled.
"What's my number?"
"merchant."
Everyone responded.
"Some people call you the wrong name in Chang'an Junfu, but some people call you the wrong nickname. It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just do as I say."
Okay, after saying so much, your disciple didn’t listen at all. Han Di is different from Guanzhong!
With such stubbornness, it seems that this war between Korea and China will be very difficult to win.
"only."
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"only."
"..."
Everyone responded one after another and dispersed helplessly.
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Xianyang, Guowei Mansion.
Zhao Gao drove four horses to pull the carriage and stopped in front of the gate of Guowei Mansion.
Knock on the door of Guowei Mansion.
When the servant saw the four horses with shiny coats and extraordinary horses at the door, as well as the carriage with the black bird embroidered on it, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
Only Wang Jia can do this kind of configuration.
"Zhao Gao, the order of the CRRC Mansion, at the request of His Majesty, will deliver the Si Ma King's chariot to the Imperial Lieutenant."
Zhao Gao stood in front of the gate of Guowei's Mansion, raised his energy in his Dantian and spoke loudly, the sound could be heard for ten miles.