I tried my best to help Zulong, and finally got my wife

Ba Qing bowed and said, "Sir, please give me more advice in the future."

Zhang He looked helpless, you are a future giant in the business world, do you still need some advice?

"You two are being polite. In the future, the two families will walk around more and don't dare to give advice."

Ba Jin got the sugar factory construction and candy production business, and was very happy, so he wanted to invite Zhang He to Ba's house as a guest, but Zhang He refused because he wanted to enter the palace.

After Zhang He sent the two away, he went straight into the palace.

Zhangtai Palace.

"How does it feel to kill an envoy?"

Ying Zheng was sitting in front of the desk, rapidly reviewing the memorial, glanced at Zhang He, and asked.

Zhang He was ashamed, clasped his fists and said: "I will die."

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. This subject may have been left behind on the battlefield. I don't want to see such an arrogant person. I drew my sword and killed him. However, I also repented for a long time and caused trouble for my Majesty... I am dead. !"

Ying Zheng raised his head, looked at Zhang He's eyes reddened, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment, recalling that after he went to the battlefield, his hostility would become stronger, and his temper would not come back for a while.

"Didn't you kill someone on purpose?" Ying Zheng asked suspiciously.

Zhang He said nothing.

"Okay, okay, find a place to sit, and see if you are wronged."

But Zhang He didn't sit down, changed his previous decadent appearance, and smiled brightly: "Your Majesty, I'm here today, I have a little private matter..."

Ying Zheng put down the bamboo slips in his hand, and said with a smile, "Let's hear it."

"Your Majesty fined my salary for three years. There is no way I can survive this day, so I am here to borrow money today."

Ying Zheng: "..."

Believe it or not, you can't afford to eat.

But Ying Zheng looked at Zhang He's aggrieved appearance, as a king, he had to solve the difficulties for his subjects, and asked, "How much do you borrow?"

Zhang He stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Not much, 50 yuan is enough."

Ying Zheng almost choked, and asked incredulously, "How much? 50 yuan?"

"The widow can't even come up with five thousand dollars, get out..."

Zhang He became anxious, and immediately said: "Your Majesty, you can lend me 50 yuan, and I guarantee that you will not suffer any losses. You will get back your capital in one year, and you will be able to make a profit in two years. I guarantee that your future expenses will be no problem at all, and you don't need to ask the treasury again." money."

Ying Zheng was stunned. He knew that Zhang He was good at running a business, but only 50 yuan could pay back his capital a year. Is there such a profitable business?

It's not so fast to steal money, is it?

"My lord, didn't you drink the wine and tea that I offered you?" Zhang He asked suspiciously.

Yingzheng suddenly understood, that fairy brew, and that tea, Zhang He wants to do these two businesses?

If these two businesses are involved, they can really make a lot of money!

But the wine needs grain to brew, and now everyone is eating a problem, how can there be extra grain to brew wine?

But that tea can be done.

Zhang He saw Ying Zheng's worry, and immediately smiled and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry about the food issue. Isn't the potato planting soon? It only takes three years. After three years, there will be no famine."

"What's more, the previous time I offered the king a hundred corn seeds. Corn is the main food for brewing wine. Once potatoes and corn are planted in large quantities, there will be no shortage of food."

"So, the wine making industry can be postponed for three or four years, but the tea business can be done this spring. I have already asked Zhang Ping, the former prime minister of Han, to go to the land of Wuyue to search for fresh tea. "

"Your Majesty, don't hesitate. There is a reason why I hold these two businesses tightly in my hands. For example, Yanzhao, Mobei, and Yuezhi Kingdom are mostly cold places. Once winter comes, Drinking a sip of spirits is a luxury..."

"Although this tea is not very popular at the moment, this tea is a good thing. It can refresh your mind, calm your mind, and calm your mind. A cup can solve your troubles."

"Once it becomes popular, it will be a big business. And this tea has another function. It can be sold to the grasslands and the northwest frontier. People there like this kind of thing the most. It can be exchanged for a large number of cattle, sheep, and even war horses..."

After listening to Zhang He's suggestion, Ying Zheng stood up suddenly: "I will lend you 100 million yuan, but I need half of the profit."

The corners of Zhang He's mouth twitched, the king is so ruthless!

Even half of the profit is going to go.

But the 100 million yuan, plus Yingzheng's big backer, is worth it.

"Your Majesty, in order to repay the Majesty, I will give you a bite of food. I will give this to the Majesty."

Zhang He took out a bamboo slip and handed it to Ying Zheng.

After reading it, Ying Zheng asked sharply, "Is this true?"

Zhang He laughed, and took out a small bottle from his sleeve: "Your Majesty, take a look at this material, and you will know."

Chapter 137

Ying Zheng took the pottery bottle, opened it, poured the refined salt into his hand, tasted it, his eyes lit up instantly, the refined salt had no bitter taste, only salty, and it was as crystal clear as snow.

If this kind of refined salt can be mass-produced, Daqin will monopolize the salt industry of the entire six countries, and transfer all the money of the six countries to Daqin.

"Zhang Qing, it's a great effort!"

Zhang He was taken aback, and made another great contribution?

"Your Majesty, the subject said that this is to thank the Majesty, and the subject provided it... just forget about the credit! There is a lot of pressure!"

Ying Zheng: "I will remember it for you, my widow. I will reward you on the day of your wedding."

Zhang He was overjoyed, and he bowed and bowed: "Your Majesty has been around for ten thousand years, and I will die after doing my best."

"Don't make these useless, this spring plowing has been going on for a while, and when the potatoes are planted, it is almost early February."

Zhang He thought about the time when potatoes were planted in his previous life, and he was secretly annoyed. How could he forget about the south? If he had planted potatoes in the Sichuan and Shu areas earlier, the harvest would be almost harvested now.

It's too late to regret now.

"My lord, if it is planted in Xianyang, it can be planted now. In June and July, you should be able to harvest one crop. After harvesting, you can plant another crop in Sichuan and Sichuan in November and February. It will be returned in January and February next year." I can harvest a crop."

After listening to Zhang He's words, Ying Zheng glared at him. If so, wouldn't it be possible to plant two crops in Sichuan and Sichuan?

"Tomorrow you will bring people to choose the best land in Xianyang, and a few people will supervise your planting."

Zhang He: "..."

Why is it me again?

"This is related to the issue of the world's population and rations. Zhang Qing, don't be careless."

Zhang He sighed, okay, I will go to the ground tomorrow in person.

This kind of potato is also a science, and most people really can't grow potatoes well. In his previous life, Zhang He followed his grandfather to grow potatoes in the countryside.

First of all, it is best to use the cultivated land where beans have been planted. Before the winter of the previous year, the land should be turned over to remove weeds and stones, and then let the winter snow soak in to retain water.

After the spring of the second year, you can burn some plant ash. If there is a lot of chicken manure, it will be better. Before planting, plant the plant ash and chicken manure on the land, and then you can start plowing and sowing.

The potatoes grown in this way are big and round, and have a better taste.

After Zhang He returned home, he asked Uncle Liao to go to Xianyang City to collect chicken manure, and he also asked his servants to go to the farmers in Xianyang to ask if anyone had burned plant ash and could buy some back.

At the same time, Zhang He also asked people to look for middle-aged farmers in Xianyang City, especially the elderly with planting experience.

Because only these old people will know how to take care of the potatoes in the future. If they are handed over to those people in the palace, Zhang He swore that the potatoes will never have a good harvest.

On this day, the sky was blue and the golden sun was shining. This seemed to be a good start, and it foreshadowed that after the potatoes were planted, the old Qin people would live a good life.

Zhang He led five middle-aged farmers, all of whom were well-known planting experts in Xianyang City. Behind them were two large ox carts with chicken manure, and a cart of plant ash bought from farmers. (The kind of plant ash burned in the wild is red. Friends who like to grow flowers may know it.)

Ying Zheng also got up early today, went to the ancestral temple to worship his ancestors, and then brought all the civil and military officials to plant potatoes himself.

Potatoes are related to the rise and fall of a country and the rations of the people in the world, so he has to pay attention to it.

Outside Xianyang City, on a large Zhuangzi on the south bank of the Weihe River, it can be said to be overcrowded today.

The Lang guards all went out and surrounded the entire Zhuangzi tightly. Ying Zheng led everyone, walking on the field ridges, pointing around, and choosing where to grow potatoes.

There used to be a hundred potatoes, but Zhang He wiped out five or six of them, and now there are only ninety or so left, but they are well preserved, and now they are all sprouting small shoots.

Last night, Zhang He led his people, and according to the place where the sprouts germinated, they cut them into small pieces of potatoes and used them as seeds.

Yingzheng left all the places that didn't germinate, saying that they could be cooked and eaten.

This made Yingzheng even more delighted, and later he and Zhang He split evenly, and Zhang He hadn't had time to cook a big pot of chicken yet!

Zhang He went to the field, picked up the hoe, and checked the moisture content of the soil and the degree of maturity of the land. It is said that beans were planted in this field last year. After inspection, this field is quite good, and the water is well maintained.

"My lord, this is the land. This land is good."

Ying Zheng nodded, and said with a smile: "Okay, this is the land, all you gentlemen, in order to have a good harvest, I will worship the God of Grain together with the widow, and wish a good harvest of potatoes."

After the incense table was neatly arranged, sacrifices such as cattle and sheep were offered, and everyone followed Ying Zheng to worship.

Zhang He recruited several planting experts and began to fertilize.

After scattering the chicken manure and plant ashes on the land, the five farmers picked up their hoes and started digging the ground. After digging each small hole, Ying Zheng put down the potato seeds himself.

Then, a farmer planted a large piece of land, and after a whole morning's work, it was finally planted.

Yingzheng ordered that these five farmers live directly on the Zhuangzi, and eat and drink for free, as long as they take good care of the potatoes.

At the same time, [-] personal guards were dispatched to live in Zhuangzi, guard the potatoes, and those who trespassed in Zhuangzi would be killed without mercy.

"Zhang Qing, the potatoes have been planted, when will the corn be planted?"

"My lord, it's too early to plant corn, and it should be most suitable for planting in April and May."

Ying Zheng nodded: "It's time to plant here too!"

"The widow can often come and see..."

On the way, Yingzheng asked the prime minister, Wang Wan, how the spring plowing was going. Wang Wan said that it would be finished in about half a month.

Everyone returned to Xianyang with Ying Zheng, and Ying Zheng left Zhang He behind.

"Zhang Qing, it's time to prepare for that matter! The widow's substitute is ready for you."

Zhang He knew that it was the spies sent by Zhao Wangqian to assassinate Ying Zheng and then start a war against Zhao Guo.

"However, this matter is not urgent. The spring plowing has not yet been completed, the army still needs to be mobilized slowly, and the food and grass are not ready..."

"There is a more difficult matter at the moment. I have thought about it for some time, but there is no suitable candidate. I think that Zhang Qing is the best candidate."

Zhang He wondered, what is more difficult than finding an excuse to start a war against Zhao?Why haven't I heard of it myself?

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"Since Quanrong invaded Haojing and King Ping of Zhou relocated, although the princes drove away Quanrong together, since then, the princes no longer trust the Zhou royal family..."

"The feudal lords fought for hegemony, years of wars, and the era of great division came. The land of the Central Plains was in dire straits, and the subjects were miserable. Duke Huan of Qi and Duke Wen of Jin... ruled the Central Plains successively."

"And during this period, various sects and theories emerged one after another in various countries. They lobbied their theories in various countries, hoping to be reused by the monarch, so as to start the dream of unifying the Central Plains...and let the subjects live a good life."

However, throughout the Spring and Autumn Period, various schools of thought supported various countries, but none of the monarchs could unify the Central Plains, and there were more and more schools of thought.

They say that the public is right, and the mother-in-law says that the mother-in-law is right, and they refuse to give in to each other. First, they use the state machine to solve it on the battlefield, but the price is too high...

Later, the founders of the three mainstream schools of Confucianism, Mohism, and Taoism established a rule that when everyone disagrees on a matter, they should sit down and argue to see who can convince the other.

And according to the agreement at the time, the location was set at Jixia Academy, the old nest of Confucianism, and the debate was held once every 20 years.

The last time we debated was in 263 BC, when Gongsun Long, the famous "patriarch of sophistry", defeated Confucianism and many other schools of thought with "a white horse is not a horse".

Gongsun Long was a follower of Zhao Sheng, Lord Pingyuan of the State of Zhao. The victory in the debate won a lot of benefits for the State of Zhao. Lord Pingyuan became the head of the four gentlemen, with as many as [-] followers.

Ying Zheng held his head high, and said with cold eyes: "This debate is actually a competition between the six countries in the Central Plains in terms of talents and culture. Behind those sects are actually the shadows of the six countries."

"I originally wanted to send Li Si to fight, but Li Si learned from Confucianism and became famous as a Legalist. Even if he won, it's hard to tell which theory he used."

Zhang He rubbed his head, only he knew how many catties and ounces of ink he had in his stomach, could he win in the face of those great names?

As for the "white horse is not a horse", it will be a headache for future generations.

"Your Majesty, Yao Shangqing should be fine, but I'm still too young to deal with those people..."

Ying Zheng smiled and said: "The people who argue must be the younger generation, not the old ones."

责！

Is it necessary to force yourself to go out?

Just which faction do you consider yourself?