I, Ying Zheng, Was Just About To Ascend The Throne, But I Was Broadcast Live By Sister Zhou

Wait for the four to approach.

Only then did Sister Zhou see clearly.

These four people are Mengwu Mengtian and Wang Jian Wang Ben.

Changyang Street is a long street inside the South Gate of Xianyang.

The north entrance is separated from Wangcheng by a forest.

Three miles north and south.

The street is seventeen battles wide.

It can pass the king's honor guard.

The shops on both sides are connected, and it is the market with the most concentrated merchants in Qin State.

To the east of Changyang Street is the Guandifang District, where merchants from other countries gather.

The combination of the two phases is called Guoshi.

However, old Qin people still like to call Changyang Street Qinshi.

Call Guandifang District Lazy City.

Although compared with the goods, the goods in the official residence square area are complete.

Changyang Street can only have livelihood goods that are allowed to be sold by law.

But the old Qin people still prefer Changyang Street from the bottom of their hearts.

The pristine Changyang Street entrance.

Many merchants lighted oil lamps, waiting for the complete arrival of the night market.

The guests haven't come yet.

People were no longer surprised by the blizzard in the past few days.

Encounter just shook his head and sighed, and said, "I don't know when this blizzard will last."

That's all.

Today is different.

Some well-informed city dweller outside the city found out the news, and the snow would last for another month or so.

The trouble made the old Qin people flustered.

But thinking that the thirteen-year-old Zhiwang is in the 387th place.

Ascending the throne means drifting away. If the old Qin people don't protect him, who else can protect him?

Everyone asked about this Blizzard.

Most of them are just one sentence, "It will fall as soon as it falls, this snow is a good omen for my great Qin."

"Go and sweep the snow quickly! The king summoned everyone, whoever sweeps the snow from his house can go to the street to sweep the snow for three feet of snow.

The townspeople are saying this.

A child ran to the south gate, shouting loudly, his voice clear and rapid.

Children's voices came all the way.

Whether it is a city person or an old Qin person who just came to hang out.

They were all surprised for a while.

My child, the king, has issued an order?

An old man with deaf ears asked loudly and urgently: "Did our little king give the order? Worse, a penny?"

Some people in the city laughed loudly and replied: "Your Majesty, the old Qin wants us to sweep the snow and give us a penny back."

"I don't want money, I'll do whatever Xiao Wang says, sweep the snow, sweep the snow!"

"Go together, lose together!!!"

"Go and sweep the snow quickly! The king has ordered that those who sweep the snow from their house can go to the street to sweep the snow. The three-foot snow road is a penny. Go and see it!"

For a while, Changyang Street stopped.

(cacf) The whole city of Xianyang is filled with the shouts of children.

With the immature and hasty shouts, it scattered all over the city.

The city people couldn't stay any longer, closed the door, and rushed to the south gate with a broom, rag and shovel.

Followed by diners in the shop, those who sweep the courtyard, and even the officials and scholars who rushed to the government office.

Everyone went to the south gate together.

The horse farm on the east side of the south gate was very lively.

Under the city wall, there is a huge book case.

Under the desk, there are several baskets of copper coins.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the case, as well as the location of the people's homes in Xianyang City.

Before sitting in the case, Zhao Gaozheng announced loudly: "There is an order from the king, heavy snow is a problem, and all roads in the city need to be cleaned. Three feet of snow is one yuan, and the people are called to sweep the snow on the roads in the city. All participants must go to their own houses. There is no snow on the beams of the front house.

With such a spectacle, the gathered people were all extremely excited.

But half an hour.

The south gate is crowded with people.

Word of mouth spread, and there was an uproar.

The daring one asked, "Is it the order of our little king?"

Literate students saw from a distance that there was a king's seal on the case.

Responded loudly: "It's the order of our little king. This heavy snow has caused trouble, and we must get rid of it!"

"Hahahaha, there are so many things to worry about, Mr. Wang, we old guys have nothing to do in winter, no money!!!"

"Yes, no money!!!"

Regardless of the level of knowledge, whether they are familiar with poetry and books or not, at this moment, the old Qin people are thinking about the goodness of King Qin.

Someone yelled that there was no money.

Everyone worked hard, blushing and yelling, "No money, let's go to sweep the snow!

At this time, an old man in common clothes stepped onto the stone pier.

The crowd was silent.

"Everyone, our little king is only thirteen years old. The previous king passed away early. As the common people, we have to protect him! We have to support him! We have to help him!"

"This snow removal is for the people's livelihood, we old Qin people, if not for the protection of the Qin kings from generation to generation, we would not be able to live today.

"Now that the young king is in need, how can the people of old Qin ask for money!!!"

"right!!!"

The crowd shouted loudly.

The old man in civilian clothes slowly got off the stone pier.

He cupped his hands towards Zhao Gao, "My lord, go back and tell me, the king, that we Qin people are all his people, and tell him not to worry, not to worry!"

"Yes!!! We old Qin people are all his people, so don't worry!"

The crowd applauded and shouted.

"My family sells shovels and brooms. Everyone, if you want to sweep snow, just go to my store to get them!"

"Cai!!! This is my old Qin, hahahaha."

The roar of laughter like a tsunami flooded the entire Xianyang.

During the hustle and bustle.

There is a luxurious carriage coming.

The carriage barely stopped at the gate of the city.

The south gate has been blocked.

Chunyu Yue lifted the curtain and saw that the gate of the city was tightly blocked.

A little curious.

"What are the people of Xianyang doing in front of the gate?"

At this moment, Zhao Gao's face was also flushed.

The blood of the old Qin people made him feel hot all over.

"Everyone, everybody!"

"Everyone's heart, I must report it, but I will never dare to disobey the errand that the king has entrusted."

Zhao Gao's voice was hoarse: "The snow is so thick and continuous, how can it be handled in a day? If you don't get paid, are you still asking the people of Daqin to work for free?"

"If it is introduced into the five kingdoms, wouldn't it make people laugh at our king and treat the people badly!"

"We can't do bad things with good intentions."

"If you want to sweep the snow, listen to someone and get the money!!!"

"Don't claim it!!!" All the people roared hotly.

Zhao Gao really had tears in his eyes, but he couldn't laugh or cry.

This stubborn old Qin man!

"The laws of Qin cannot be violated, even our king! That also has to be done according to the laws of Qin, what should be given, must be given!

The old Qin people were originally dull and thick.

After Shang Yang's reform.

The people of Qin were very convinced of the government's laws and regulations.

I heard that it is acting in accordance with Qin law.

Extra cautious.

"My lord, is what you said true?"

Another old man came up to ask.

"Really!" Zhao Gao wiped away his tears, "It's true, get the money quickly so that we can help you!"