Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 601 Emperor Leng Ao, don’t chase me (41)

  Ministers: "..."

  I haven’t heard of it, but I can still bargain with the emperor.

  Jin Wang: "……"

  Little Su Qiao is so bold that he dared to face the majesty of the emperor.

  A trace of schadenfreude flashed through Chu Xiang's eyes.

  Idiot!

  Who is the emperor?

  Tolerate him so presumptuous?

  Thanks to Old Piff, you made the wrong bet this time.

  Long Jingyuan stared at her with unfathomable black eyes.

  Has a long time, when Su Qiao couldn't stand it, he lightly opened his lips: "At most three days."

   "Otherwise there will be no one day."

  Su Qiao was unwilling, but had to give in: "Deal."

  Three days is three days.

  I don’t have to see this dog man for at least three days, so I can feel better.

  Next, Su Qiao directly threw a proposal for the South-to-North Water Diversion.

  In the Imperial Study Room, there was a moment of silence.

  Chu Xiang was the first to object: "Little Shizi, this is not just talking about soldiers on paper, nor is this a trifling matter."

  "The method you mentioned consumes a lot of manpower and material resources, which will inevitably hurt the people and money, and hurt the country."

  Other ministers frowned and agreed.

   "Emperor, this project is really huge, I'm afraid it will shake the country."

   "Yes, the emperor, if this is the case, I fear that the other three congresses will wait for an opportunity and I will be in danger by then."

  Don’t solve the problem. Let’s destroy the country first. Then, don’t we turn the whole story upside down?

  Long Jingyuan curled his eyebrows for a moment and looked at Su Qiao: "Do you have anything to add?"

  Su Qiao glanced at him, pursed his lips, and said with a firm expression:

  "To completely solve this problem, the only way to build a reservoir is to build a dam, build a water tunnel, and transfer water from the South to the North!"

   "It is better to block, and to sparse, but to divert. Digging channels can also divert the flow. Building a reservoir at a suitable location can also effectively prevent flooding."

   "Presumably our country spends a lot of money and manpower on dam construction every year, right?"

  In fact, through layers of exploitation, how much money is actually spent on dam construction?

  Thinking that in this era, digging a trench has to rely on a hoe, Su Qiao hesitated:

  "This project is indeed time-consuming and labor-intensive, but there are ways to greatly shorten the time and reduce manpower."

   "As for the fear of the other three countries taking the opportunity to enter, then don't worry." As long as there is that thing, everything is not a problem.

  I'm afraid, the side effects of this thing will be too great.

  Xie Taifu thought of the recent research results of the Ministry of War:

   "My nephew is saying that the newly developed multi-shot bow can be used to deter the other three countries?"

  Su Qiao shook his head slightly: "The power of the bow is too small to deter them."

   "I will make a kind of thunderbolt that will make them afraid of thinking about me Longhua for a hundred years."

  Everyone was in an uproar.

   "Thunderbolt?"

   "Dare to think of anything in a hundred years?"

how can that be?

  What's the joke?

  Su Qiao twisted his sword eyebrows slightly, a bit distressed, but then stretched again.

  The best way to eliminate the charcoal of life caused by war is to unify the four countries.

  Su Qiao's cold eyes flashed firmness, his momentum suddenly became fierce, and slowly slid across everyone's faces: "In fact, this is just a conservative estimate."

  "The operation is good. Not only do they dare not think about it again, but they will obediently bow their heads to the court, and I am the only one looking forward."

  Xie Taifu: "..." Xiaoxian nephew, the cowhide is not blown like this, it is easy to break.

  The ministers: "..." Is Lao Tzu dreaming?

   Chu Xiang: "..." This kid is really unreliable.

  Long Jingyuan watched standing alone, but he looked like a figure standing on the top of a mountain.

  The shining, glorious face, the bright phoenix eyes that seemed to fill the heavens and the earth, the domineering aristocracy between the gestures,

   An unspeakable turbulence, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, ripples and spread to the limbs.

  (End of this chapter)