In the military camp, we should look at the soldiers and not let the escape team retreat.

There were no decent posts in the military camp. In the middle of the night, the soldiers spontaneously lit the bonfire and sat together.

They can't sleep.

Not many people can sleep this night.

Too much money!

Three hundred coins per month, nineteen months.

Thousands of money per person.

I heard from the little Qin Wangzheng that this time, each person would receive 5,700 yuan.

Many people can't even count as many as 5,700 years ago.

But that little Qin Wangzheng could clearly calculate it: 300 a month, 19 months, a total of 5,700 yuan.

How amazing!

The soldiers watched him look at him for nothing.

He easily carried the money he had worn.

Everyone has seen it.

The money he took with him seemed very difficult to carry with him, and he couldn't raise so much in one breath, so he could only carry it one by one.

Each string is one hundred yuan.

Originally, according to the rules, a thousand dollars a day would have to be filled with things.

But the little Qin Wangzheng was worried that he would not have the strength to get more than five yuan in one go, so he removed the yuan and put it on a special rope so that it would be convenient for him to carry the money.

How great!

The soldiers laughed and said, "You don't know, Qin Wangzheng looked at the little one, who was taller than my younger brother, but his strength was not as strong as my younger brother! He held up a few strings of money and was holding it!"

"That's right, I watched him. He was wearing black clothes, big and big, and it was hard to move around, but it was so good that he couldn't even bring so much money himself, and he was willing to pay so much!"

"Yes, it's so good!" A soldier held his five thousand seven in his arms, warming the warm copper, and comforted him: "I'm willing to pay money, I'm a good person!"

"If my child dares to give the money to Yonggeng in the family like this, I will break his leg with a bamboo stick!"

"Yes!" Someone woke up and became a little alert: "What if the adults in Qin Wangzheng's family suddenly found that he was sending the money from his family to me, would he beat him with a bamboo stick?"

"No way?" Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Some things are of course unforgivable to be with your family, but they are with others...

"Or else..." Someone was a little nervous: "Let's send him some money back? What if his adults find out, they won't beat him so hard?"

"But..." Someone hesitated in his arms: "But he is the King of Qin!"

"But he is a child!" Someone immediately stood up and retorted: "The King of Qin will be beaten by his parents, right?"

"But wasn't his father dead?"

"Will you still have your mother and your eldest father and mother when your father dies?"

"Yes...what if?"

People suddenly became uneasy.

Those who did not get the money were worried that the Qin Wangzheng would send money to him and his parents would find out about it.

Those who got the money were worried that Qin Wangzheng would be beaten.

So they started to talk.

Most of those who have not received the money are willing to take less money in exchange for the Qin Wangzheng not to be beaten, or to be beaten lighter.

And the people who were holding five thousand seven in their arms were all entangled.

On one side, he was cold and hot at 5,000, while on the other side, he was the clumsy and small Qin Wangzheng.

He looks so pure and has no strength. If he gets beaten, it will take a long time to hurt and cry, right?

Some people don’t take this concern seriously: “The King of Qin is the King of Qin, and the King of Qin is also beaten? His ministers will definitely not really call him beaten. Most of them, they have to persuade him.”

"And even if you can't persuade him, you can still take the King of Qin to escape. You can shrink at the house of any minister for a few days. The adults' anger will be gone. When you go back, you will probably not have to be beaten, you just need to be scolded!"

"The King of Qin is the son of the god of heaven!"

"Which god?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's Nuwa's biological child that can't be sure!"

"Nuwa, isn't Suiren?"

"Is Suiren a male god? Will male god have children?"

"Maybe it can, after all, it's God!"

"Is that male god who will give birth to a child or a male god?"

"Who knows?"

They said slowly, slowly imagining that some people counted the money and some held the money.

If you get money, beware of those who don’t get money.

Those who have no money are envious and expectant, and they also have deep worries in their hearts.

What if?

What if I don’t pay it tomorrow? What if the money is paid tomorrow?

Who knows what you think?

Maybe it's Nuwa?

...

Ying Zheng stood for a long time today and sat for a long time. He moved the money and his hands were sore. When he returned to the palace, he soaked his feet in hot water while handing him to the palace maid.

He sat there and asked people to feed himself for supper.

Ju Zizhou was still writing something there.

Ying Zheng was angry when he saw him: "You have some bad ideas!"

"What's wrong?" Ju Zizhou asked, "Isn't there anything wrong?"

He designated the rules and regulations well, not to mention that it was easy to leak, but at least it was fully equipped.

Ju Zizhou really didn't understand why he was scolded.

"I'm so tired, but you're sitting leisurely in the house. What's the reason?"

"You are just a little tired, but after this time, the hearts of these soldiers belong to you!"

"I'm tired for a day or two. These more than 40,000 people, hundreds of thousands of people in Xianyang City, and most of the people in Qin State are yours!"

"Do you think it's not worth it?"

Of course it's worth it.

Ying Zheng still has the wisdom to measure this thing.

However, when people get angry, they don’t care about these right or wrong.

He just wanted to vent: "I don't care. In short, you will be busy tomorrow!"

"I am summarizing today's affairs. I am making future work arrangements. Don't you know how important this matter is?" Ju Zizhou sighed, stood up and patted Ying Zheng's head: "What do you feel when I have paid so much money today?"

Ying Zheng turned his head in disgust and shook Ju Zizhou's hand: "The biggest feeling today is that their requirements are really low!"

"Isn't it good to have low requirements?" Ju Zizhou asked.

"It's too low, so anyone can win them over!" Ying Zheng shook his head: "Only, it's not good!"

"So what are you going to do?" Ju Zizhou asked.

"Raise their requirements!" Ying Zheng's eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth were proud: "Let's pull it to the point where no one can win over them except me!"

"How much profit is needed?" Ju Zizhou asked with great interest.

"Many!" Ying Zheng raised his head: "So..."

So in this world, there is actually no need for so many people who compete with Ying Zheng for profit, right?

"Lu Buwei has a lot of money!" Ying Zheng sighed: "But Lu Buwei is just a person with no foundation. He used to be just a merchant."

How much money can a businessman have?

Can there be more aristocrats accumulated in generations?
Chapter completed!