Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

"I am the head of the Qin Dynasty, and it is a real blessing to meet His Majesty and Young Master!"

Zhao Shu smiled. After getting to know Ying Zheng during this period of time, he understood how much pressure the Emperor of Great Qin had to bear.

"Okay, go and report to His Majesty, I have to hurry up and go back and find someone to make this steel nail!"

Meng Yi bowed his hands, bid farewell to Zhao Shu, and left Xianyang Palace with great strides.

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In the next few days, Ying Zheng did not encounter any difficulties, and the situation in all aspects, as he planned, was developing smoothly.

It is worth mentioning that the rise in food prices in Xianyang has further spread to several surrounding cities, and there is even a tendency to continue to spread.

Seeing that Ying Zheng didn't make an order to stop them this time, those grain merchants suddenly went crazy and bought and hoarded the grain on the market.

In Xianyang City now, it is impossible for ordinary people to buy food in the shops.

Every day when the grain store opened, those who had been waiting for a long time rushed in like crazy and snapped up all the grain inside.

Those grain merchants are also very cunning. Seeing that the price of grain is still rising, they deliberately hoard the grain, and prepare to wait until the price of grain reaches its peak before making a move.

According to their speculation, in winter, the food hoarded by the leaders of the Great Qin and Guizhou should almost be eaten up, and the food sold at this time can definitely be sold at a high price.

Ying Zheng was happy to see the success, and he was afraid that those grain merchants would not be able to resist the temptation, so if he made a move now, it would not have the effect of teaching these unscrupulous merchants a lesson.

"Your Majesty, all the available grain in the treasury has been sold, and the price has reached eight dollars a bucket."

In the apse of Xianyang Palace, Zhao Shu is reporting the results of the past few days to Ying Zheng.

Without the imperial court personally ending, the price of grain is like a wild horse that has run free.

Zhao Shu was not greedy, he just found a similar opportunity and sold the grain, but the profit was more than ten times that.

"The money from selling grain is temporarily put in the bank. It can just make up for the shortfall of the army going out some time ago and supporting Nanjun. It can also be used to lend money to those grain merchants. When it is recovered, You can make a lot of money again!"

Hearing Zhao Shu's words, Ying Zheng was overjoyed.

"Well done, if this trip goes well, it will be enough to stand up to Daqin's ten-year hard work!"

Ying Zheng used to think that those merchants in Daqin were already cunning enough.

But compared to Zhao Che, their methods are as naive as children playing house.

This is not to blame for Ying Zheng. After all, compared with those real capitalists thousands of years later, the methods of ancient merchants are indeed a bit immature.

"How's the potato growing in South County?"

After listening to Zhao Shu's report, Ying Zheng turned to Meng Yi and asked again.

"Your Majesty, with the Quyuanli made by the young master, the cultivation speed of Qianshou in Nanjun is extremely fast, and there is no need to farm cattle. The 20 stone potatoes have all been planted now, and we only need to wait another three months. Mature!"

"it is good!"

Ying Zheng applauded loudly.

Three months, only need to persist for three months, Daqin will be completely reborn, and the treasury assets will be directly doubled by ten times.

"Your Majesty, urgent report from Shangjun!"

Ying Zheng was imagining the beautiful scene in three months' time, when suddenly a servant rushed in from outside, holding an urgent message in his hand.

"Shangjun? What happened?"

Ying Zheng frowned, isn't there Meng Tian leading an army of 30 troops stationed in Shangjun?The Xiongnu's attack, also under the advantage of Li Xin's access to stirrups, saddles and other equipment, beat him back and lost a lot of troops.

Ying Zheng didn't think too much about it. Anyway, the border crossing was the same thing. Either that foreign race invaded again, or the prisoners somewhere rioted again.

However, as soon as Ying Zheng opened the information that Meng Tian personally sent back, after glancing at the words on it, his whole body trembled instantly.

"This...how is this possible? Is this the Great Qin that the sky is going to kill me?"

Ying Zheng collapsed on the chair in an instant, with a hint of despair in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, what happened?"

Seeing this, Meng Yi and Zhao Shu frowned immediately. What kind of thing could make Ying Zheng lose his composure?
"Shangjun... a plague broke out, the army was stationed in Shangjun, and the number of people who spread it exceeded [-]. The prisoners in Qianshou and the construction of the Great Wall in Shangjun killed and injured more than [-]!"

"boom!"

Ying Zheng's intermittent words were like a thunderbolt exploding in Meng Yi's heart.

plague!

What a terrible word.

The current Daqin wants money and money, and people, so it can be said that he is not afraid of anything.

But this plague is the only thing that cannot be resisted by human beings.

Moreover, Meng Tian's information also said that the intensity of this plague was rare in ancient times.

Anyone who is infected can spread to a large area in just a few days.

Moreover, even the doctors in the city have been infected a lot, and they are helpless at all.

Anyone infected with the plague will have a high fever the next day, and then have symptoms such as vomiting, general weakness, and coughing.

Under such torment, no matter what medicine he takes, it will not work. In just a few days, he may die on the spot.

In order to prevent the plague from continuing to spread, Meng Tian has temporarily sealed off the entire Shang County.

In other words, Meng Tian had already given up the lives of Shangjun, including himself, the eldest son Fusu, hundreds of thousands of prisoners and civilian husbands in Shangjun, the head of Guizhou, and the 30 army.

Because Shangjun is not far from Xianyang, if it is not controlled, the plague may spread within two months at the latest.

If a solution to the plague cannot be found, the millions of people in Shangjun will almost be sentenced to death.

Among Meng Tian's information, he brought two suicide notes, one was written by Meng Tian to his elder brother Meng Yi.

The other letter was from Fusu, addressed to Yingzheng.

The two of them have already decided to advance and retreat with the millions of people in Shangjun.

"My son Fusu!"

Ying Zheng tremblingly held Fusu's suicide note, tears in his eyes.

A few minutes ago, he was still discussing with Meng Yi, what kind of changes will take place in Daqin three months later, and how brilliant it will be.

In a blink of an eye, one of the two received the suicide note from their younger brother, and the other received the suicide note from their own son.

And it's not just the two of them, there are millions of lives in Shangjun.

"God thief, do you want to kill me, Great Qin?"

Ying Zheng clenched his fist, his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh, his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness.