After lunch, Ying Zheng took Zhao Gao slowly out of the city and inspected the fields outside the city.

Zhao Gao did not dare to make a statement and just followed Ying Zheng slowly.

They watched the hot autumn plowing in the fields.

The collective homework of the farmers' association is not to concentrate everyone on doing it recklessly, but to concentrate various resources and then put the right people in the right place.

For example, now, even if a large population and land acres have been added at once, the things that need to be done have increased suddenly, but the basic principles of the farmers' association have not changed.

Most of the people who cultivate the land in the fields are old men, strong women and some half-grown teenage girls.

Compared with their husbands who are old, they naturally lack strength, but they do not have high requirements for physical strength and strength when rushing to plow oxen and plow the land.

Ying Zheng looked at an old man in the field driving the plowing ox. There was a green glutinous rice vegetable tied in front of the ox. The old farmer took a whip in his hand and pulled the ox down from time to time to give the ox a bite. If the ox went off the road or simply stopped leaving, he would not eat the ox. He waved the whip in his hand and made a sound to scare the ox.

"Bang" the tip of the whip exploded.

The ox was frightened when it was eaten and continued to walk forward slowly.

The laborer then loosened his whole body and said something to another old man who was also driving the ox not far away.

A few boys brought water bags and food, shouted at the ground, then put the things there, and they were scattered, and ran over, patted the charcoal legs, poked the vegetables, and the braver ones took a small stick, and a longer distance, poked the back door, and turned around and ran away.

"Should these be considered simple production relations?" Ying Zheng asked.

Zhao Gao pondered: "I think it should be calculated."

"It should be true." Ying Zheng sighed.

It should be calculated, meaning that he cannot clearly determine whether it is or is not.

Because there is a standard missing.

But Ying Zheng knew in his heart that things should be something that was not much different from what he imagined.

That is, relationships, really, are not just one "production relationship".

But, if it is not just that, what is the standard for judging whether it is a "production relationship"?

In the relationship, besides the production relationship, what other relationships will be?

What is Ju Zizhou's purpose of concealing all this?

"Wang Jian took her husbands to hunt, right?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Yes, the old soldiers trained by the peasant association have now formed a system and entered the mountains to hunt, while the Wang Duwei took two thousand new troops to clear the beasts on the official road."

There were quite a lot of wild animals at this time. Whether it was the Qin State or other countries, it was common for beasts to occupy the roads. Compared to hunting everywhere, it was indeed faster to find single passers-by on the main traffic roads.

In response to this situation, countries with slightly more developed commerce will regularly pay to organize people to clear the road.

Although Qin State emphasized agriculture and suppressed commerce, it focused on transportation and jurisdiction, so at some important moments, it also cleaned up important traffic roads everywhere.

However, it is limited to important moments and traffic roads.

Wang Jian took people to clear the road at this time, of course he was ordered by Ying Zheng.

The ancestors of Qin had been rebelled and were a little paranoid. Anyone who had more than fifty soldiers in the country had to ask the King of Qin for instructions.

"After cleaning the road, you can mobilize people and build a canal!" Ying Zheng sighed: "The tools required to build the canal are not small. It is indeed a bit of a problem to stop work in the copper and iron furnace at this time."

"Do you want to urge me?" Zhao Gao asked.

Ying Zheng shook his head: "No need, since the senior brother has already let go of the words, then follow his words!"

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Gao deeply: "Senior brother went to the copper and iron furnace this time, and he received my order. His words represent my meaning to a certain extent."

"Since you have already said it, you should fulfill it!"

"This is not a mere value that can be measured by temporary benefits."

"Because this represents my credit!"

"The reason why the Qin people believed in Qin State was this letter."

"The former king was eager to seek wealth and ruined his senior brother's promise to the workers and the Qin people when he built the copper and iron furnace, that is, the Qin State's credit for them."

"They have been betrayed by Qin once. If they want them to believe in Qin again and believe in the King of Qin again, they will have to pay more!"

Ying Zheng turned his attention: "Zhao Gao, you remember that this little credit is the most important thing in government and power."

"With this credit, as long as you don't destroy this credit, then even if what you said is absurd, the Qin people will not doubt it."

"Because you have already fulfilled all your words before!"

"Hold this credit..."

Zhao Gao bent his waist.

Is this what I can say to myself?

Zhao Gao was deeply suspicious.

This is the case with Ju Zizhou before, and so is the case with His Majesty the King of Qin today.

Why do they tell themselves this?

Zhao Gao was cautious and did not speak out.

Ying Zheng walked slowly, step by step back to the palace.

Zhao Gao was like a silent shadow, without making any sound, and followed Ying Zheng two steps slower.

"There are still few people available!" Ying Zheng sighed.

How many people are available in the Qin court with some skills and no foundation?

Even Wang Jian and Ying Zheng knew that although he could use him, he needed to pay attention to his exchange of interests with others at all times.

Moreover, the future path is a path that is enemies of almost all the outstanding figures in existence.

Zhao Gao, where can he go?

When he returned to the palace, Ying Zheng met his mother, Queen Mother Zhao.

Zhao Ji died of her husband. Although she was a little sad, she would say that she was very sad and heartbroken, so let it go.

The couple has been separated for several years, and this unswerving relationship has also been erased.

Today, Zhao Ji still lives a heartless life every day.

Because she became the Empress Dowager Qin and the biological mother of His Majesty Qin Wang, the people in the palace and the noble ladies they can come into contact with all respect. Although she did not flatter her, she tried her best to obey and serve her carefully.

This situation is of course very comfortable.

"Zheng'er, Zheng'er, look, your eldest father sent a lot of treasures from Zhao State!" Zhao Ji excitedly grabbed Ying Zheng's hand.

Ying Zheng frowned. Although he was dissatisfied with his mother's actions, after all, she was the biological mother who gave birth to her.

Although she lacks maternal love, she has always been with her. Ying Zheng knew that she was not very cunning and had little intention, so she followed her when it was time to follow her.

"How much wealth has been sent?" Ying Zheng asked helplessly: "Do you have any documents?"

"It must be some, right?" Zhao Ji was stunned.

"Take it to me." Ying Zheng stretched out his hand.

"Where is the document?" Zhao Ji stretched out her hand behind her.

The waiter next to him immediately handed the documents that had been prepared to Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji was a little funny, and handed the document to Ying Zheng: "Zheng'er, so much wealth should be enough to fill the gap in the money you sent out these days, right?"

Ying Zheng unconsciously curled upwards, and his heart warmed: "It's enough."

It would be better to say that so much money was really sent by my eldest father who was far away in Handan?

Or, someone next to him borrowed it from him?

"That's good, that's good." Zhao Ji patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aren't you going to play?" Ying Zheng rolled up the documents and handed them to Zhao Gao.

"Yes, Gongsun Shao asked me to go and enjoy the flowers!" Zhao Ji remembered something, and hurriedly lifted her skirt and trotted away.

Ying Zheng looked at her back and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly disappeared.

He touched his heart.

The chest is warm.

Is this a simple production relationship?

Ying Zheng pondered for a moment, dipped in ink, and crossed out the word "production" in "production relations".
Chapter completed!