At the beginning of the game to supervise the country, Zulong was stunned. Is this my Daqin?

"This must be a fairy art, only a fairy can do it!"

"My lord, when did you learn the art of immortality?"

"Could it be that you are an immortal disciple?"

Everyone said one sentence, and Ying Ziqi felt that his ears were full of noise.

"stop!"

He yelled and they stopped their bickering.

After such a short time, the ice cubes have begun to harden.

Ying Ziqi took out the sword at his waist and lightly pried a piece on it.

Putting it in the mouth beautifully, a cool feeling instantly dispelled the heat of summer.

"Don't be dumbfounded, you say this ice, can you make money?"

Zhang Liang's face was strange: "Since you know this kind of fairy art, you can naturally make money."

Li Si also nodded.

"Nowadays, there are more and more high-ranking officials and nobles in the Great Qin Dynasty, and the ice reserves have long been in short supply. It is summer, and if there is ice in the market, it will definitely be snapped up by the nobles."

Wang Jian rubbed his hands together: "This ice, can I take some back, old minister...hehe..."

hey-hey?

You have to get used to it.

Asking for money, land, and women from his father, and now asking him?

"Ice is fine, take money!"

Ying Ziqi is merciless.

Wang Jian snorted twice: "Forget it, let my granddaughter take it back for me when the time comes."

Ying Ziqi: ...

Xiao He looked at the ice in the basin, and couldn't help but ask: "My lord, what's going on, is it really a fairy art?"

Ying Ziqi shook his head upon hearing this.

"How can I know the magic of immortality, this is science."

"Science? What do you mean?"

Ying Ziqi thought about it.

"It is a theory that pursues the laws and truths of all things."

Several people looked at each other.

"Is this the theory created by the young master?"

Ying Ziqi shook his head: "Science is not my theory alone, but gradually formed after the efforts of thousands of people."

Zhang Liang:? ? ?

Never heard of it.

Ying Ziqi didn't want to discuss these things anymore, because he couldn't explain it clearly even if he was asked to explain it.

He just knew it was happening.

"Leave this matter to you, remember, this flame salt cannot be put into the ice used..."

Ying Ziqi told Xiao He and Zhang Liang some precautions.

In the end, Wang Jian took the basin away as the end of today's party.

Let Ying Ziqi have black lines all over his head.

But this old guy is still plausible.

He said he wanted to go back and feed Wang Yiqing, because there are too few edible ices in summer.

The expression that if you want it back, you just don't feel sorry for my granddaughter made the corners of Ying Ziqi's mouth twitch, and finally let him go.

Obviously I can use saltpeter to make it, but I have to grab it, what's wrong?

......

"Your Majesty, a letter from Xianyang, it seems that something big has happened."

Dun Ruo has gotten used to this pace of life recently, although it is not easy for him as a guard.

But being able to go on a tour all the way to investigate the various behaviors of the people in Daqin also made him feel a lot.

Ying Zheng took the letter.

"What is this brat going to do? I've only been on tour for a few months, and he can really make trouble."

Dun Ruo secretly glanced at Ying Zheng.

I found that although he was talking about Ying Ziqi's fault, the smile on his face was too obvious.

Suddenly, my heart shuddered.

Your Majesty is extremely satisfied with the seventh son. Even when facing the most beloved son Hu Hai before, he only praised him occasionally.

As a close minister, it feels more like clocking in to work.

When Hu Hai came to make trouble, His Majesty would just boast a few words.

But I can't feel the feelings between father and son at all, but it's different now.

When facing Ying Ziqi's letter, he actually felt a kind of hope that his son would become a dragon, and he really became such a happy emotion.

"Dunruo, what do you think of being a nobleman?"

Suddenly, he was shocked when he heard the words, and threw out the random thoughts in his head.

He said calmly and calmly: "Your Majesty, among the nobles in the court, there are many talented people, but there are also incompetent people."

Ying Zheng nodded silently.

"What you said makes sense. Ziqi is going to pass a test to weed out the useless people in the court. He wants me to come up with the questions myself. What kind of questions do you think I should come up with?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Subordinates don't know."

Ying Zheng said angrily, "I'm not asking you to say something that will blow your mind, so say it boldly."

Dunruo scratched his head, smiled wryly and said: "The next generation of warriors only have a half-knowledge about the political affairs of the court, and my subordinates really don't know."

Ying Zheng shook his head.

"Okay, I won't embarrass you anymore, this idea is not bad, let me think about it carefully, what kind of questions should I ask to test my officials."

Dunruo breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back.

Most of the news in Xianyang is not confidential, and some news from the court will be passed on to others.

As an intelligence agency directly under His Majesty the First Emperor, the Black Ice Platform needs no mention of intelligence.

Ying Zheng only knew some information through them.

"Young Master Qi, you are really very human. What you have done since you took over the country can be described as unimaginable."

"Yeah, kill Zhao Gao first, then punish the Confucians, and now they are building roads, and I don't know what the purpose is."

"Hey, no matter what you say, he is the son of Daqin, and he is highly appreciated by His Majesty."

"Yeah, I like Mr. Qi better than Mr. Fusu, at least I won't be manipulated by those courtiers."

"In the past, when the young master helped Su and supervised the country, the information sent was really depressing. Now it's different. There are exciting news coming every day."

Dun Ruo heard their whispered discussions, and frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, son, how can you allow me to make irresponsible remarks."

"Yes, boss, we were wrong!"

"Well, remember this. Don't talk about the son's affairs in the future. If His Majesty finds out, no one can protect you."

Seeing that everyone was seriously introspecting, Dun Ruo let out a cold snort and returned to the vicinity of the car.

Chapter 33 Ice, Salt, Iron

"Father, is there not enough ice in our house? Why didn't we put it in the house?"

As the youngest son of Wei Wei Lu Cheng, Lu Wei has been loved by his father since he was a child.

That is to say, he dared to ask such a question. If the boss asked, he would probably be scolded.

But even for him, every summer, he may not be able to retreat unscathed.

The total amount of ice stored by the Ice Administration is only so much, and apart from being supplied to the royal family, only a part of it will be rewarded to the ministers.

The ice in his house is not enough for one summer.

Lu Cheng glanced at him: "Don't you know, save some time, summer is so long, what should I do now when I run out?"

Lu Wei blinked when he heard his father's words.

"Buy it."

Lu Cheng laughed and said: "You boy, if you talk about daily necessities, you can still buy them when you run out."

"But this ice, in summer, where can I buy it other than ice government storage."

Lu Wei chuckled, and said triumphantly: "Father always says I go out to fool around, this time there is something my father doesn't know."

Seeing him like this, Lu Cheng suddenly became interested.

"Why, you didn't know where to go wild this morning, did you say something wrong for your father?"

If it was put before, Lu Wei might admit his mistake, and maybe this matter will be over.

But today is different.

"Father, you need to change your habit of staying at home. Do you know what I saw on the streets of Xianyang today."

Lu Cheng snorted: "Fart your fart!"

Lu Wei's expression collapsed immediately, but the other party was his father, so he couldn't curse back.

All he could say was disheartened: "Father is vulgar."

Then, before he was about to be violent, he hurriedly said: "Father, there are people selling ice on the streets of Xianyang!"

Lu Cheng suddenly lost interest.

Waving his hand: "Nonsense, I'm not enough in Da Xia Tian, ​​who will sell it out."

At present, those who can use ice in summer are undoubtedly nobles, or ministers of the DPRK and China.

These people could sell ice, he wouldn't believe it.

I'm afraid that my kid is talking nonsense again.

Seeing that Lu Cheng didn't believe him, Lu Wei became anxious.

"Father, come with me!"

He directly took Lu Cheng's hand and was about to go out.

Lu Cheng sighed twice, but his son was so strong that he couldn't resist for a while.

So in the eyes of the servants, he was dragged out all the way as if he had been kidnapped by his own son.

Ashamed, he covered his face with his sleeve and left the mansion just like that.

After leaving the mansion, he simply gave up resisting.

"Don't talk about it, you lead the way, and I will go with you as my father."

When Lu Wei heard this, he hummed happily.

Then he led Lu Cheng towards the place where he saw selling ice.

Lu Cheng didn't believe it at first, until he saw a carriage.

On the wagon, large chunks of ice wrapped in straw mats were carried down.