Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

The news of the shampoo spread faster and faster, even more and more outrageous, and soon the nobles and scholars in Xianyang City, and the craftsmen in the head of Guizhou, all knew that there was a very magical thing called shampoo.

"What the hell is shampoo?"

"Find out for me, where did the news come from, and who made the shampoo. After finding out, I will try to win that person to our side at all costs!"

"If this shampoo starts selling in Daqin, our rouge shops will close soon, so we must seize the opportunity!"

"Is this the shampoo that Miss Meng's brought out before? It tastes exactly the same!"

"Rejoice? After using this shampoo, the hair is indeed elegant and smooth. The name is so apt."

"I want to buy a hundred bottles!"

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The appearance of Rejoice shampoo directly set off a wave of panic buying. The big girls present didn't even care about the etiquette, and squeezed into it like crazy, fearing that the shampoo would be sold out if it was too late.

As everyone knows, a building not far from the shampoo store has already been heavily guarded by heavy soldiers.

The second floor was full of people, Ying Zheng and many civil and military officials in the court were all watching the lively scene below.

"What do you think, Aiqing? This shampoo factory is the first factory established by the widow. The Qianshou recruited in it has reached thousands of people. The monthly money they can get is not a sum of money. small amount."

Ying Zheng drank tea unhurriedly, looked at the many courtiers present and said.

"Your Majesty is wise, but the ministers and others are stupid and fail to understand His Majesty's painstaking efforts!"

Now that the matter has come to this, Ying Zheng has put the facts in front of his eyes, what else do they have to say, and they immediately praised him.

The bustle of the shampoo specialty store did not last long, mainly because the specialty store opened for the first day today, and the stock was really limited.

Those customers who came to buy were all spending a lot of money, and soon the first batch of products was announced to be sold out.

As the spectators left, Ying Zheng and many ministers also left the restaurant one after another.

"Meng Qing, isn't it freezing cold today?"

Ying Zheng was walking back to the palace when a gust of cold wind suddenly hit him, causing him to shrink his neck subconsciously.

"Yes, Your Majesty, once the cold weather of March [-] is over, we will not be far away from spring plowing."

"Ok!"

Ying Zheng snorted through his nostrils, feeling a little uncomfortable in his throat.

"There is nothing to deal with in the palace for the time being. If Meng Qing is not busy, let's go to Che'er with the widow!"

Ying Zheng was inexplicably agitated, feeling a little confused, so he thought about going to Zhao Che's place.

Meng Yi agreed, and the two rode in a carriage, and soon came to Jingshui.

"Aqiu!"

As soon as Ying Zheng got out of the carriage, he was blown by the cold wind outside and sneezed.

"His Majesty!"

Meng Yi turned pale with shock, only then did he realize that Ying Zheng's face was a bit ugly, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

"I'm fine, don't call me a leak of identity here at Che'er."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, reminded Meng Yi, and then led him into the mansion.

"Che'er... Ah Qiu!"

Ying Zheng couldn't stop sneezing, feeling that both noses were blocked, and his speech became hoarse.

"Father, do you have a cold?"

Zhao Che signed in and rewarded his medical skills, and he could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Ying Zheng.

At this time, he looked sickly, obviously he had caught a cold, he had a bad cold.

"Cold? Is it the plague?"

Ying Zheng rubbed his dizzy head, and subconsciously remembered the flu outbreak in Shangjun.

"No, it's just the wind and cold, but seeing you like this, it's very serious. If you let it go, it will be fatal."

Zhao Che hurriedly helped Ying Zheng come in and put him on the hot kang, then reached out and touched his forehead.

"Sure enough, I have a fever!"

"Young master, what's the matter, sir? How can Hao Duan be so seriously ill?"

Meng Yi had long been frightened by Zhao Che's life-threatening words just now.