Prime Minister of Great Qin

Chapter 97 Mr. Zhong! (seeking subscription)

Lama Temple.

Fu Su stood tall.

He kept patting his palms with the bamboo slips, and his eyes shone brightly.

He was thinking about how to lobby Ji Heng tomorrow. With Ji Heng's cold attitude, he might not want to get involved in these matters.

It's just that what Zhang Cang said makes sense.

What Daqin lacks now is time. If other officials are allowed to do it, of course it can be done, but it may deviate from what Ji Heng expected. It will take some time to wait for the ax to be corrected in the future.

This is not what Fusu wants to see.

But how to persuade Ji Heng is a headache.

Fusu lowered his head, looked at the bamboo slips in his hand, put them aside casually, and said in a low voice: "Father also doesn't know the way of economics, but the world's principles are familiar to all, but you can see something strange just a few times."

"I've watched it so many times, but I still don't realize it."

"The gap in power of insight is too great."

"And the reason why my father told me not to submit it again, I am afraid that I have already guessed that it is not all in it, so I don't want to waste my mind on it."

"For Royal Father, the result is more important."

"If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles; if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't form rivers and seas."

"Father Huang and Mr. Ji have told me these truths long ago, but I haven't fully understood them. Even after listening to Mr. Ji's method, I am still eager for quick success, but I haven't seen the whole picture, so how can I just talk about it?"

Fusu took a deep breath, adjusted his mind, and restored his inner peace.

He stopped thinking about it.

The next day.

The sky is as white as jade.

Fusu went to visit Ji Heng alone.

He held two jugs of wine in his hand.

When Fusu arrived at the small courtyard where Ji Heng lived, Ji Heng was cultivating land with a chu in his hand.

see.

Fusu asked curiously: "Mr. Ji, what are you doing?"

Ji Heng didn't look up, still bent over, hoeing a small piece of land in the front yard.

Fusu showed embarrassment.

But he knew that this was Ji Heng's temper, so he didn't take it to heart, but went to the courtyard and put the wine in his hand on the table.

His movements are slight.

But it all fell into Ji Heng's eyes.

Looking at the two jugs of wine on the table, Ji Heng cherished the words like gold and said, "Planting the land."

"Planting?" Fusu frowned.

Ji Heng's expression was as usual, "I'm single, I don't have the ability to stand up, and I don't have any land in Xianyang, and the usual five vegetables are not to my liking, so I can only borrow this fence in the courtyard to grow some wild vegetables."

"Take it as a daily relief."

"Furthermore."

"The rice, oil and salt are settled by the imperial court."

"I also want to try to improve the quality of life myself."

Fusu was thoughtful.

He never actually went to the fields. Although he did participate in the plowing with the first emperor a few times during the Mengchun season, it was basically just a few hoeing with Leisi (leisi) in his hand, that's all.

He stood aside and said, "Mr. Ji, I came here today to ask for something."

"The matter of iron and salt was brought up by Mr. I would like to invite Mr. to come forward and have an interview with the merchant. I know Mr. does not want to show up, but Mr. also knows that Daqin can't make any more mistakes right now. The connection is tight, let alone any mistakes."

"A little mishandling can backfire."

"Please, sir."

Fusu bowed long.

Ji Heng didn't answer directly, but asked: "Have you ever been in contact with traffickers, pawns, and ministers at the head of Guizhou?"

Fusu froze for a moment, then shook his head.

Ji Heng put down the 鉏 in his hand, and said to Fusu: "You can experience it now. As the eldest son of Daqin, learning is indispensable, but only through books, what you learn is external after all. Only through down-to-earth cultivation and practice can one develop one's own way of doing politics."

"Whether it's princes or ministers, whether they're religious, traffickers or pawns, their existence has run through the entire history of China, and they have never had a deep experience. The breadth and depth of their vision are bound to be limited."

Fusu looked at the mud-covered 鉏, with hesitation in his eyes, after thinking for a while, he went over and took the 鉏 in his hand, imitating Ji Heng's appearance, and tiptoedly tried it on the ground.

Ji Heng wiped the sweat stains with a sweat towel, sat leisurely on his reclining chair, and said solemnly: "Those who achieve great things don't care about small details, but we must always learn to base ourselves on the present moment, and follow the one that benefits."

"If you want to ask anything, you can ask now."

"I have time now."

Fusu looked at the 鉏 in his hand, with a wry smile on his face, and said, "I don't really have much to ask, I just want to ask Mr. to help, in case things don't go as planned in the end."

"However, what you provided seems to be incomplete?" Fusu asked tentatively, his eyes flickering.

"It's not incomplete, just do what can be done first. As for what can't be done, what's the point of talking about it?" Ji Heng held the jug in his hand and looked it up and down.

Fusu asked: "May I ask how it is?"

Ji Heng glanced at Fusu indifferently, "Do you really want to know?"

Fusu nodded.

"Since you want to know, it's okay to tell you." Ji Heng chuckled, and said slowly: "In what I told you, the biggest problem is the pricing. The imperial court's pricing is actually no different from the franchise, it's just the opposite of taxation." It's more hidden."

"The biggest reason is 'government property'."

"It can also be said to be private property."

"For me, there is not much difference between the two, but they are not accurate. To be correct, the producers of salt and iron should be collectives, and then merchants negotiate with the collectives, and the court will notarize."

"From the beginning to the end, the imperial court only performed the functions of supervision and tax collection."

"Does not participate in any production and transportation management."

Fusu frowned.

He couldn't understand what a 'collective' was?
Is it an official?Or Min?

But he didn't struggle, and asked, "Then why didn't you explain it then?"

Ji Heng said: "Because it can't be done."

"Nowadays, Daqin can't even stabilize the world. How can it be so lofty. It's a good thing to think loftily, but it must be combined with reality, and people must be down-to-earth."

"Change the people."

"Daqin still has a long way to go."

heard.

Fusu's pupils shrank slightly.

He looked at Ji Heng sharply, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He has already realized that the reason why Ji Heng is willing to take action is not really to save Qin, but to make an attempt with Qin to complete what he called "reform of the world".

Fusu's eyes were slightly cold: "Sir, it's a bit too much."

Ji Heng laughed lightly, took a sip of his drink, and said lightly: "You don't have to be so nervous. The reform I want is different from the reforms in the past. I don't want the world to be in turmoil. Only peace and tranquility are what I want to do. to have the opportunity to realize it.”

"My purpose and yours are now the same."

"Does Shihuang know?" Fusu asked.

"When you submit this idea, don't you already know the answer?" Ji Heng smiled lightly.

heard.

Fusu was taken aback.

But he didn't understand, how could there be an answer in it.

He looked deeply at Ji Heng, but Ji Heng had no intention of talking anymore, and was drinking wine on his own.

Fusu frowned, recalling the scene of meeting the First Emperor in his mind, after recalling it several times, he suddenly raised his head and realized the problem.

Bamboo slips.

That bamboo slip written by myself!

That's the problem.

Although the above content was written word by word by myself, it may not be that Ji Heng is using his own hands to inform Shihuang about this matter.

That's not really telling.

but to test.

When Ji Heng and Shi Huang first met, they seemed to have settled on something, but Ji Heng seemed to have worries in his heart, so he deliberately used some "inappropriate" content to conduct a test, in order to test out Shi Huang. real attitude.

Shi Huang's attitude was very firm.

When I went to see Shihuang, before I presented the bamboo slips, Shihuang told himself directly not to tell anything about Ji Heng in the future.

The first emperor continued to speak directly.

As long as the purpose can be achieved, it is a good way.

Think of this.

There was a bitterness on Fusu's face.

He has figured it out.

The "major political reforms" that the father told him at the beginning was not for himself, but for Ji Heng. From the beginning to the end, he was just the middleman between the father and Ji Heng.

It's just that I take myself too seriously.

It doesn't matter what Ji Heng said, nor what is written on the bamboo slips.

What matters is the attitude of the First Emperor.

It is trust!
When he took the incomplete content, met Shi Huang, and then took the initiative to ask Ji Heng to help, Ji Heng had already understood Shi Huang's attitude.

From start to finish.

It was just Ji Heng talking to Shi Huang.

It has nothing to do with me!
Shihuang's request for himself was not to let himself turn the tide, but to let himself be by Ji Heng's side, learn to be down-to-earth, and not to regard the knowledge in books as a standard all day long.

Fusu's face changed again and again, and finally he put down the 鉏, and said respectfully: "Fusu was rude, sir, please forgive me."

Ji Heng nodded slightly.

He waved his sleeves and asked Fusu to continue digging.

Fusu looked at the 鉏 under his feet, smiled wryly, held it honestly in his hand, and hoeed the ground peacefully.

Ji Heng said slowly: "I can make a move, but there is a condition."

"I want one ten-thousandth commercial tax on salt and iron as a reward."

"But the money will be kept by you. When I need money, I will ask you for money."

"If there is a balance at the end of the year, the rest will be given to you."

Fusu nodded in agreement.

He actually didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Now hearing that Ji Heng agreed, he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

Immediately, he said, "Mr. Ji, all the information on the major salt and iron merchants in Guanzhong has been collected. When I go back, I will send someone over immediately."

"As long as you have those things, bring them with you when you agree to meet with merchants. I don't need to look at them." Ji Heng shook his head.

"Alright." Fusu nodded, and said again: "I don't know what identity Mr. Ji intends to show others?"

heard.

Ji Heng hesitated a lot.

He looked at his whole body, he was already covered with the worldliness of the world, and he had long lost the cynicism and hatred that young people should have.

If it was his first life, he would shamelessly call himself 'Comrade' and 'Davarish', and even complacently give him a 'Desai', both Mr. Desai and Mr. Sai.

But now, he no longer has the guts and courage.

I really dare not offend.

Not even qualified.

Ji Heng raised his head, looked at the clean and flawless sky, and murmured: "Among the changes throughout the ages, I, Ji Heng, are not as good as the top, but I am more than the bottom. After spending endless years, I managed to get a little mediocre."

"in this way."

"Just call me Mr. Zhong."

"If you can realize your lifelong ambition, you will end this world."

"If you can't, you will die for yourself."

"Mr. Zhong" Ji Heng chewed it several times in his mouth, finally nodded with satisfaction, and said with a happy expression: "This name is very good."

"Very good!"

　Eryang is almost ready, and the [-]D update will start tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)