Daily Life In Qin Dynasty

  Chapter 72 Crisis strikes

  Summer solstice.

   It’s the summer solstice again.

   This year's cicadas seem to come earlier than in previous years. Although the ice mirrors placed in the four corners of Xianyang Palace are constantly releasing cold air, they still can't dispel the heat in the palace.

  Ying Zheng is sitting on a post-modern style desk, dealing with political affairs.

  Although the weather was hot, Ying Zheng was still sweating even though he was only wearing a thin royal robe, but after looking at the latest secret letter from Nanjun in his hand and a box of gold coins on the table.

  No matter how hot the outside environment was, Ying Zheng felt as if he had chewed on a large block of ice, feeling extremely refreshed.

   "Mr. Gai Nie, what do you think of Mr. Mo?"

  Ying Zheng put down the secret letter in his hand, relaxed his body slightly and leaned back on the chair, only feeling that his whole body was much more relaxed than when he was dealing with political affairs in the past.

   Now he feels more and more correct about his decision to decisively recruit Mo Jun.

  When Yingzheng first recruited Mo Jun, he mainly valued his future reputation in the army, thinking that if this reputation can be used by him, it will definitely be a big help.

   Unexpectedly, after that, Mo Jun brought himself surprises again and again.

  Now, not only financially, he can give himself at least one thousand gold coins a month, and he can even figure out such exquisite furniture as this high table and back chair.

   Now sitting on this kind of desk and chair to deal with political affairs is much easier than before.

   "Mr. Mo's talent may not be inferior to any of the direct descendants of today's hundred schools of thought."

   Standing by the window with his sword in his hands, Gai Nie thought for a moment when he heard the words, then bowed his hands and gave an answer.

  Ying Zheng was surprised when he heard the words, and asked: "Could it be that Mr. Gai Nie, as a disciple of Guigu, thinks he is not as good?"

   Regarding such a question, Gai Nie did not shy away from it. He shook his head slightly and said, "At least in terms of medical skills and business, I am inferior to this person."

   Ying Zheng nodded thoughtfully.

In fact, this is an obvious thing. It can be said that from the moment when the Daqin Dao Chuang Yao... that is, the new Dao Chuang Medicine was created by Mo Jun, few people in today's world dare to openly say that they are His medical skills are superior to those of Mo Jun.

   As for business, Mo Jun entered Nanjun alone at the beginning. Although Qin Wang Yingzheng made a deal with the Queen Mother Huayang, he did not give Mo Jun any help other than that.

  However, under such circumstances, Mo Jun was able to bring himself a thousand gold coins per month in just a few months.

To know.

  One thousand gold coins is not a small amount. At the current market price, this money is enough to buy nearly ten thousand shi of grain.

   And this is only a month's income. If it is a year, it will be more than 100,000 stones. And how much can the grain tax of the entire Qin State be added up in a year?

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng sighed slightly: "Yes! Mo Qing's talent is admired even by a few people. But why? There are people in Qin who want to murder him for such a talent... ·”

   Wow!

   At the end, Ying Zheng's tone suddenly became cold, and with a wave of his long sleeves, a roll of bamboo slips fell to the ground.

  The bamboo slips were scattered under the force.

  Through the faintly visible text, one can clearly see that the information recorded on it is the news about Mo Jun.

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at the same time.

  Another dark and shadowy place.

  Lu Buwei's face was half revealed under the reflection of the candlelight, and he looked a little gloomy. After a while, he only heard him say: "Has the news spread out?"

  In silence, a figure in black armor appeared behind Lu Buwei, and replied: "All the news about that person has been sent to the place where it should be sent."

Hearing this, Lu Buwei nodded lightly, put away a roll of bamboo slips on the table, and said coldly: "I really didn't expect that a small chess piece that I had never paid attention to before would be so careless. He became the climate."

  If Mr. Mo was here at this time, he would find that the content recorded in the bamboo slips in Lu Buwei's hands is all about what he did in Nanjun during this period.

   It's just that the time is a little earlier.

  The content recorded on this scroll of bamboo slips is at least what happened two months ago.

   But this is actually normal. The speed of information dissemination during the Warring States period obviously cannot be compared with that two thousand years later.

   Besides, Lu Buwei, as the prime minister of Qin and the master of the net, has countless affairs to deal with every day. Just his own eyes and ears scattered all over Qin, plus the various intelligence and information collected by Luo Wang in the seven countries, is already an astronomical figure.

  In this case, even if news from a remote southern county is sent to Lu Buwei, it will at most be regarded as second-level intelligence and temporarily shelved.

  And as I said before, when Mo Jun awarded the reward, although there was a lot of commotion, in the final analysis, in the maelstrom of the power struggle in Xianyang Chaotang, Mo Jun was not even a small fish.

At the beginning, Lu Buwei paid attention to Mo Jun's performance in Nanjun for a period of time because of his curiosity. As a result, for a whole month, the news from there was all about "appreciating dances", "listening to music", "appreciating dances and listening to music". Kind of crap.

   Slowly, Lu Buwei lost the intention to continue paying attention to this chess piece that he casually sent to Nanjun.

   The result was unexpected.

  I haven't paid attention to Nanjun's news for only a few months, and this little chess piece actually caused a lot of trouble in Nanjun.

   Even if it wasn’t for the eyes that I stayed in Xianyang Palace recently, I suddenly realized that every month the King of Qin would inexplicably have a large amount of income and expenditure.

  Until now, Lu Buwei probably would not have noticed what happened in that remote area of ​​Nanjun.

  Lu Buwei can allow King Qin to accept a doctor, even if the doctor is a "genius doctor", but this will not have much impact on the overall situation.

   But he must not allow a businessman who can make money for Yingzheng to exist, because Lu Buwei is a businessman himself, so he knows better than anyone how terrible a businessman who knows how to invest is.

   "A mere little mouse who is overwhelmed, since you want to kill yourself, then I will help you." Lu Buwei's eyes flashed coldly.

   "Need our shot?"

  At this moment, the shadow-like black figure in black armor behind Lu Buwei spoke again.

  Lu Buwei closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said: "You go and send a group of people to follow behind others, but unless it is absolutely necessary, you don't need to take action."

   Luowang was originally a group of spiders hiding in the dark, but in the past ten years, Luowang's actions have been a bit too ostentatious. There are not a few eyes staring at him and Luo Wang in Qin State.

  Although the kid in Nanjun is just a pawn, his reputation cannot be faked, so if he can not die in their hands, it is better not to die in their hands.

  In order not to get into trouble in the end, King Qin and those two women will never let go of this opportunity to sneak in.

"yes!"

  The black armor figure responded, and disappeared from the shadows in a blink of an eye...

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  (end of this chapter)