In the evening, the rain became smaller, and the rain, which was originally expected to fall for two or three days, has already begun to stop.

Under the guidance of the Mohists, the victims put out simple wooden houses like building blocks, and then went through inspection, and finally lit torches in the room to do the final "finishing" work.

In the palace, Ju Zizhou and Ying Zheng sat opposite each other, the meat soup on the table rose into fragrant mist, and the barbecue was covered with oil, but both of them had no intention of enjoying the food.

"It is impossible for the King of Qin to have more money and food for us!" Ju Zizhou sighed: "According to the current situation, once winter enters, if it takes less than a hundred years, nearly half of the victims we collect will die of starvation."

Ying Zheng was silent and said, "Today I will teach the victims to fish. There are 200 people. In one afternoon, I got more than 800 kilograms of fish and shrimp."

"The fish is dried and eat the shrimps and crabs as soon as possible." Ju Zizhou paused and said, "Catch the mud snails, river clams and other river foods in the river."

"Cause it as soon as possible?"

"Yes!" Ju Zizhou nodded: "Cook for a long time, so that people will not get infected by eating undercooked river food."

This is again!

Ying Zheng remembered the words "I got infected with an immature river food" and asked: "How much food can be bought on the market now?"

"Not less than three thousand kilograms." Ju Zizhou shook his head: "No need to wait for these people. You should have already explored the background of the Mo family, right?"

"The Mo family can take out five thousand kilograms of grain!" Ying Zheng was a little happy.

"So many?" Ju Zizhou was surprised: "I thought the Mo family was a group of poor people."

"I asked, the Mo family is different from the Mo family in the past." Ying Zheng sighed: "Some of them have the courage of the ancient Mo family to never die!"

"It's a normal thing." Ju Zizhou said: "In the past, they never died because they had no choice. At that time, they had nothing but their own "righteousness". So they formed an association and made a living. People who were struggling on the line of life and death had the opportunity to get better, live a good life, and improve their social status, and of course they would die without hesitation."

"But now they are no longer those low-ranking craftsmen."

"As the reward for the Mohist family's betrayal, they have become "explicit academics" recognized by everyone. The disciples and disciples have all the identity of "scholars", and have been supported by Qin's rich clothes and food for a long time, and have long lost their original aura!"

"Every school, political parties will have this trend from sublime to depravity, which is inevitable at this stage."

Ying Zheng nodded and wrote down this passage: "How much food do we still lack at present?"

Ju Zizhou took out the account book and said, "We now have 2,944 husbands, 603 old men, 2,107 women, and 3,367 children."

"There are 7,480 people who have joined the middle peasants and rich peasants who have been eliminated, and there are 7,480 people who need to be raised."

"According to the fact that people eat two meals a day, one and a half pounds, we are still 217,000 kilograms of food that are less hungry than fishing catches, pigs and sheep."

"But this number is calculated by standard."

"In winter, if we stock up on enough firewood, we can count according to the minimum standards."

"The minimum standard is to ensure the survival of these people, and only ensure that the husband who can work can eat dry food and eat full food, so the gap can be reduced to about 104,000 kilograms!"

"How come so many are missing?" Ying Zheng looked at the numbers on the bamboo slips and felt shocking.

"Because what we need to make sure is to make these people your "foundation"!" Ju Zizhou said: "So let them feel that the winter with you is better than the winter without you, so they must improve their diet."

"So even the minimum standards need to be able to roughly fill their hunger instead of keeping hunger."

Ying Zheng nodded, his face slightly dim: "Can you think of a solution for senior brother?"

"I have no choice but to have such a big food shortage!" Ju Zizhou sighed: "I can only buy it with money."

"Why might as well continue to ask the queen for money?" Ying Zheng asked, "We are allies. If we ask for money, she will definitely not give it to you, right?"

"It takes a price to take her things!" Ju Zizhou shook his head: "Now you may think that she is generous in giving money and food, and you don't need to pay any price, but you will know in the future."

"Isn't it okay?" Ying Zheng was very upset: "Then where do we get so much money?"

"Ask your mother, ask the Mo family, ask the victims, ask the victims." Ju Zizhou said: "There is no way to eat, but there is a way to get the money!"

...

"There is nothing wrong outside the city, right?" Ying Zhu asked halfway down on the couch and coughed for a while.

The Queen of Huayang next to him immediately served hot tea and gently stroked his back to relieve his breathing: "There is nothing wrong, Zheng'er is still very capable!"

Xiong Dang stood up and took out a silk book from his sleeve and respectfully handed it over to King Yingzhu of Qin.

After Ying Zhu read the silk book, a little rosy appeared on his old face.

He smiled and said, "It's true that I'm spending so much energy and money. This "Mr. Ju" is really a rare talent!"

Smiling, Yingzhu coughed again.

Queen Huayang was in a hurry, and Ying Zhu coughed heartbrokenly for a while, took a breath, raised his hand: "Okay, why bother to be so anxious? I am in good health!"

He forced himself to calm and healthy, but his tone was already filled with irreversible dusk and heavy fatigue: "I decided to set the foundation in my name according to the "work-for-relief" method implemented by Wang Sunzheng outside the city, and cut the wages of ordinary people by half, reduce the food to half of the rice balls, and exempt them from labor service, issue government orders, and implement them as quickly as possible."

"This matter must be hidden from Wang Sunzheng!"

Mrs. Huayang's eyes were complicated when she listened to the Qin King Ying Zhu's order.

"As for Wang Sunzheng..." Ying Zhu thought for a moment and said, "I personally drafted a secret order."

As he said that, Ying Zhu looked at Queen Huayang: "Queen, how many years have you been with me?"

"Report to the king, I have been married to the king for nineteen years since I was fourteen years old."

"Nineteen...cough cough cough cough cough cough..." Then there was another heart-wrenching cough.

"King..." Queen Huayang helped Ying Zhu to calm down, and his eyes were sad and could not be covered.

King Qin wins the pillar, and he is in twilight.

"Have you not finished the little movements on the prince's side?" Ying Zhu asked weakly.

“The promise is done.”

...

"Zi Chu, pay homage to sir." Yiren kowtowed to an old man in the seat in the Qing Palace.

The old man's hair was gray, one of his eyes was open, his eyes were a little muddy. Behind him, two disciples stood worriedly.

"I am Sun Yan, pay homage to His Highness the Crown Prince." The old man named Sun Yan nodded slightly and bowed.

"Buwei, pay homage to Mr. Sun." Lu Buwei paid tea again on the side: "This time I invited Mr. Sun to come to ask Mr. Sun to teach the prince the art of governing the country!"
Chapter completed!