Da Qin: At the age of six, I beat Qin Shihuang at the beginning

Chapter 196 Subjugation and Exile

However, this is indeed Feng Bao's style.

Qin Mu didn't say anything. After all, the other party's friends and enemies were unknown. Feng Bao's first-hand preparation was also to protect him and the supervisor.

On the other hand, if Feng Baozhen is merciful, if the position of the prison garden is used by the remnants of the Six Kingdoms, there will be endless troubles.

Not to mention anything else, if another assassin strikes on a large scale, will there be no casualties among the hundreds of people in this village?

Qin Mu is not a bad person, if the price of letting them go is putting people he is familiar with in danger, then let those remnants of the Six Kingdoms die by themselves.

It didn't take long for Zhao Chuan and Mr. Hu to rush over with the servants.

Zhao Chuan's curiosity towards Qin Mu could hardly be suppressed anymore.Especially after seeing the supervisor garden, this huge manor is full of things he has never seen before.

The gate is more than three feet high, and the outer layer is covered with an iron shell.

The long wall is neither bluestone bricks nor common adobe bricks, but a material that looks very hard and has never been seen before.

Not far from Zhuangzi, there are several huge transparent sheds with lush green leaves, and there seem to be hundreds of farmers busy with something.

This scene deeply shocked Zhao Chuan and Mr. Hu.

Where have they seen this?

Farmers want to work, shouldn't they have to put their heads under the scorching sun, step on the loess, practice three nines in winter and three days in summer, and then each expression is stiff, like wood?

But why are the farmers here so happy, as if they have just been given a hundred bucks?
What Zhao Chuan didn't know was that Qin Mu had indeed sent them a hundred dollars just now...

The sweet potatoes produced in the previous greenhouses have all been purchased by the national treasury at the price. This batch of sweet potatoes will be transported to the frontier army as soon as possible as military rations.

After that, when the production of sweet potatoes further expands, it will also be considered as a grain stock in the national treasury.

The storage of sweet potatoes is relatively simple. As long as the temperature is relatively cool, it can be stored for nearly a year. Therefore, Zhisu Neishi is also very willing to accept this batch of sweet potatoes to enrich the treasury.

In order to encourage the farmers to work, Qin Mu specially gave each of them a hundred bucks.

Of course, compared to his profit, this hundred dollars is almost negligible...

However, even so, the conditions are favorable enough.

Even if there is no such a hundred big money, the farmers who work on the Zhuangzi on weekdays are still paid, and they are free of food and lodging.

Working on Zhuangzi, one month's income is enough to make up for the previous six months!

Therefore, even when there is no such a hundred big money, the farmers are very motivated to work.

Many people even work harder than working in their own fields, in order to be able to work here for a long time.

It can only be said that people are not fools, as long as they are given enough money, they will measure for themselves what kind of effort they should put in.

In the past, farmers worked hard for a whole year in farming, and they couldn't even eat enough, so of course they refused to put in a lot of effort.

At Qin Mu's place, one month's wages was as much as half a year before, and it included board and lodging, and what they got was pure income, so everyone worked hard.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Hu didn't know what to say.

"If the peasants in my country of Zhao can also have such vigor, then our national strength..."

"Ugh!"

Zhao Chuan comforted Mr. Hu with a smile: "Mr. Hu, look, I'm here rightly, right? Just because of his way of making farmers so active, we'll make money this trip."

It has to be said that Zhao Chuan's words touched Mr. Hu's heart.

When the two were walking around in large numbers, a servant ran out and politely invited them in.

Soon, they saw Qin Mu in the blacksmith workshop.

Although they had been mentally prepared for a long time, when they really saw such a child, the two were still somewhat uncontrollably surprised.

It's one thing to hear someone else say it, it's another thing to see it yourself.

Can such a child really kill Zhao Gao under the siege of five thousand forbidden troops?
Zhao Chuan was about to speak, but Qin Mu waved his hand to stop him, then lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the things in his hand.

Not long after, Qin Mu finally put down the mold in his hand and buried it in the sand.

Zhao Chuan smiled: "Young Master Qin is famous, and Chuan has heard of it in the frontiers. When I saw it today, it really is extraordinary."

Qin Mu laughed: "Young Master Zhao Chuan, you're welcome."

He deliberately prevented Zhao Chuan from speaking just now. On the one hand, the mold of the steam engine must fit perfectly, so he had to concentrate on it. On the other hand, he also wanted to see how the so-called King Zhao's bloodline was cultivated.

After all, he is the supervisor of the Great Qin Dynasty. If the other party is a shallow-hearted person, it is better to ask Feng Bao to bury them in the sweet potato field, otherwise, if the news leaks, it will be a trouble.

"The two are from the Zhao royal family, and I am just a commoner. Therefore, there is no need to talk about so many etiquette."

Mr. Hu frowned slightly.

Although Qin Mu's words sounded polite, he referred to the Zhao country as "Old Zhao", and in his words, he already regarded it as a thing of the past.

You know, those survivors of the Six Nations never said that.In their cognition, their country has never perished, but they are now in exile.

This kind of situation was actually quite common before the Great Qin unified the six countries.

For example, the famous Duke Wen of Jin lived in exile for quite a long time before succeeding to the throne.

Therefore, these people still insist that they are just exiles, and that one day they will return to their hometown and successfully succeed to the throne.

Mr. Hu frowned, but Zhao Chuan didn't care at all.

He went straight forward and squatted down, just about the same height as Qin Mu: "Young Master Qin, did you really kill Zhao Gao?"

His eyes were excited, his face was reddish, and he looked like he had seen his idol.

Qin Mu didn't know why he looked like this, but he nodded anyway.

I have done everything, and there is nothing I dare not admit.

"it is good!"

Zhao Chuan shouted loudly: "Then Zhao Gao is perverse, rebellious, greedy, causing troubles in the world and affecting the common people, such rebellious officials and thieves can be punished by everyone! Although I am in the frontier, I often dream of holding hands Cutting him off!"

He patted Qin Mu's shoulder: "You fulfilled my wish for me, I want to thank you!"

Qin Mu looked strange.

He is a survivor of the Six Kingdoms. Logically speaking, the more treacherous ministers there are in Daqin, the happier they should be?

How does it look, it seems a little different?
Mr. Hu coughed lightly: "My lord, be careful!"

"cut!"

Zhao Chuan rolled his eyes: "Mr. Hu, you also said that although the thief is my uncle, I must always keep in mind the idea of ​​killing him!"

Clan uncle?

Qin Mu nodded secretly, Zhao Gao was indeed from Zhaodi.

(End of this chapter)