"A new relationship of power and responsibility?" Xiong Chen was puzzled: "What did he really say?"

Xiong Dang nodded: "That's what Wang Sunzheng said."

Xiong Qi thought for a while and felt that he could not understand the meaning of the word.

He asked, "What are the disaster gangsters now?"

"Dig the canal." Xiong Dang replied immediately.

"Just digging a canal..." Xiong Chen frowned: "I need so much Liangmi and money?"

Jing rice, also known as Liang rice.

"It should be to be favored by the disaster." Xiong Qi said: "Wang Sunzheng is not a short-sighted person, and the person named Ju Zizhou around him is not an ordinary person. They should not be pretending to be profound."

Queen Huayang did not have so many concerns: "He will use that little Liangmi money and money, so don't worry about it."

"That's six thousand kilograms of white rice!" Xiong Chen said dissatisfiedly: "Sister, you don't care at this moment. You squander the kid, but if you want to eat it, you have to buy it from Chu State at a high price! There are very few rice produced in Qin State, and the rain is so heavy this year. I think Qin State cannot have new rice!"

According to the habits of the Chu people, the staple food must be white rice.

This habit was preserved by the people of Chu who had some status in the Qin court.

The white rice used by Ying Zheng to help the victims directly retrieved the inventory of the private warehouse stored by the Queen of Huayang in the palace.

It is precisely because it is a material in the private warehouse that it is extremely efficient and can be retrieved just by saying it.

If it is to transfer the food and money from the public warehouse, the procedures will be cumbersome and the efficiency will be extremely low. I am afraid that I may not be able to get it successfully tomorrow.

And disaster relief is impossible to really wait until tomorrow, after all, disaster relief is like putting out a fire.

"It would be worth it if Wang Sunzheng could get a reputation for a mere 6,000 kilograms of white rice!" Xiong Qi said.

He is different from his uncle Xiong Chen, and has a longer-term vision and has a clearer view of which is more important, short-term or long-term interests.

"Zheng'er is so skilled, what he wants is probably not just a wise name!" Queen Huayang sighed: "It seems that I am really old and can't see the behavior of the younger generation."

"Auntie is in her prime, how can she say she is old easily?"

...

"So, was the money and goods used by Zheng'er to help the gangsters given by the queen?" Qin Yiren sighed: "It would be a pity that Zheng'er came back at this time... King Zhao is really a mediocre!"

He sighed and slowly made a move, his eyes turned to Cheng Jiao who was playing aside.

When Lu Buwei saw Yi Ren's move, he frowned and said, "A clever trick, this move can disrupt my situation. I don't know if it is intentional or unintentional."

Yi Ren felt a little satisfied when he heard him talking like this, and suddenly his face changed: "What do you mean is that King Zhao knew that we were going to fight with the Queen Mother, so he deliberately sent Zheng'er back?"

"It's not impossible!" Lu Buwei nodded: "I could know that in the Qin court, the Chu people were powerful and suspected of killing the master and seizing the throne. There were thousands of wise people in Zhao, with wealth and power better than me, so they should know this."

"The Lord returns to Qin and gets the position of crown prince. If you want to do something, you must first reduce the power of the Chu people in the court. This is something everyone knows."

"It is not impossible for King Zhao to take the opportunity to provide some help to the Chu people."

"That's what I said, I underestimated Zhao Ren..." Yiren frowned: "It's a pity, it's a pity that Zheng'er can't be used by me."

"It's a pity." Lu Buwei looked at Cheng Qiong.

Unfortunately, it is absolutely impossible for Cheng Chuang to suppress Qin Zheng.

"So what Zheng'er is doing now..." Yiren showed a confused look: "Do you want to ruin his reputation?"

"Never do it!" Lu Buwei immediately made a move and strangled the alien's big dragon: "I saw Ju Zizhou next to Wang Sunzheng this morning driving into the palace in the King of Qin."

"After that, the king issued several political decrees and gave the princess great power."

"What?" Yi Ren's face changed drastically and he was about to stand up.

He looked at Lu Buwei in disbelief: "That black-faced slave gangster? What did he do?"

"He entered the palace in the suit of a scholar." Lu Buwei sighed: "I am afraid that the person who wants Wang Sun Zheng the most to achieve his reputation is no longer Wang Sun Zheng and the Queen Mother."

But the King of Qin Yingzhu!

He hasn't said it all.

However, Yiren has already known the secret: "In this way, Bugu should go to pay homage to his father!"

"What are the prince doing?" Lu Buwei asked.

"Explore what they want to do!" Qin Yiren said.

...

"Two and three sons, work harder and dig this channel. We will have five taels of millet wine to drink in the evening!" A very tall husband shouted loudly.

Then there was a chorus of echoes: "Good."

"Try harder!"

"Sell more power!"

"Why do you say you have no clothes? You have to... "A man took the lead in singing, and then the husbands who worked hard all started singing.

The singing is passionate and the tone is rough and high. It spreads in the heavy rain with a strong vitality, and quickly swept through most of the north of Xianyang City. About thousands of husbands sang the war song "Wu Clothes" which was passed down by the old man.

They were not fighting for the king, they were just working, but the enthusiasm for working was even better than fighting and winning the title.

"The heart is available!" Wang Jian stood at a high place and looked down at the group of people singing with simple stone plows and hoes, nodding slightly.

Behind him, Ying Zheng was wrapped in a tiger fur and looked at the bamboo slips that had not dried ink in front of him.

A bamboo slip looks very heavy, but in fact, there are not many words written on it.

"Work for relief." Ying Zheng muttered the four words written at the beginning of the bamboo slip.

Ying Zheng has seen these four words in "Handan Investigation".

He didn't understand what it meant at that time.

Now that these four words have been explained and practiced by him personally, he finally understood.

"The so-called "poisons in the country" are actually the outbreak after the accumulation of "public grievances" to a certain extent. Public grievances are derived from unfair distribution systems, and even from unequal rights and responsibilities."

"So, solving the inequality of rights and responsibilities that people can feel in life and production equals the unfair distribution, which can solve the problem of regular outbreaks of "civil grievances" and easily solve the "poisons in the country."

Ying Zheng looked at the words on the bamboo slips and spoke slowly: "I'm right, senior brother?"

"It's right in the current situation, but in a broader context, it's wrong."

"But in the final analysis, it's right, isn't it?" Ying Zheng looked at Ju Zizhou.

Ju Zizhou nodded, drank a cup of hot water, and slowly said: "Don't rebuild the current superstructure, do not reconstruct production relations, do not expand the scale of vested interests, do not build a relatively fair distribution system, do not..."

"Enough!" Ying Zheng's face was full of anger and dissatisfaction.

Ju Zizhou said so much, but he only completely denied his feelings.

He was very unhappy.

No one can be happy.

"You have gained anything after you worked with those people all morning this morning?" Ying Zheng asked angrily.

Very stiff means to change the topic.

Ju Zizhou smiled: "I have basically understood the living standards of ordinary Qin people, and I found that the value I estimated before was still too high."

"What's too high? Did you say the salary is too high?" Ying Zheng asked.

Ju Zizhou nodded: "No, it's just too high!"

"Over the Qin people seem to be able to eat enough food when they eat coarse grains. Eight of the nine people I know are malnourished. On average, they eat Mizi soup two or three times a month, and they eat Mizi glutinous rice wine about once a month. Mizu wine can only be consumed on a specific day, and no one has ever drunk rice wine..." Ju Zizhou sighed.

The Qin people, whose reputation of bravery was so powerful that they were poorer than he thought!

"What are the Mizi soup, millet and pine trees...?" Ying Zheng was puzzled.

"It's the millet porridge with sunflower and fat meat." Ju Zizhou grinned: "Their living standards are pitiful!"

Ying Zheng was silent after hearing this: "Isn't this very good? It was so low in the past that it could better highlight the current and future highs."

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Ju Zizhou smiled: "It's getting late, so it's time to get out of work. People who haven't eaten for a long time cannot work for too long!"

"Do I still have to pay them wages with my own hands?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Of course, it's impossible for you to send it all to you. You just need to summarize your work today and send the top ten!" Ju Zizhou said.

Ying Zheng nodded, looked down from high, and saw that the bronze tripod was still steaming, and he felt a little relieved: "It's so good, the fire is on the verge of fire."

"It's better not to put out the fire!" Ju Zizhou kicked Ying Zheng: "Put on the clothes you got wet in the morning and summarize the progress of today's project!"
Chapter completed!