Qin Hu

Chapter 140 The ministers almost want to empty their money!

Playing with Diao Chan on the deck, with a casual glance, Zhao Zihu saw from a distance that a group of Confucian scholars headed by Chun Yuyue were also shoulder to shoulder, gathered around the gauze tent where he had just directed the cooking of whale oil.

Even Han Fei and Zhang Liang's master and apprentice were among them, and Yazi, who was blushing from the quarrel, was obviously fighting for something.

He didn't need to think about it, he also knew that these people heard that he had made very useful candles, and they came here looking for the "fishy smell", and wanted to get ahead of the emperor, so they could ask for some to use, or even treasure.

After all, until now, the princes and ministers have not heard Yingzheng's order to ask the son Zihu or Gan Luo to make candles first...

That's why first come first served is the most important thing!
If it was like those hemp papers, after the emperor had a look at them, they would never even want to own a candle wick.

This candle is not only of great significance to my emperor Laozi and his wife Yueer...

It is also important for those old scholars who like to think about the truth of life in the quiet of night!
I can't wait to use it as a family heirloom...

Zhao Zihu naturally expected this to happen a long time ago, and even thought of a countermeasure.

This strategy will definitely satisfy you, and I am happy too, everyone is happy!

He thought, and walked quickly, and was about to meet the masters, but he saw Zhao Tuo and Ben Bo'er Ba Babo'er leading dozens of people under his command, coming from another direction.

Zhao Tuo and the others, when Zhao Zihu brought the cold-blooded thirteen eagles to the island the day before yesterday, they deliberately stayed in the camp to protect Xiangliyue and old Xiangli.

Today, Xiangliyue appeared on Zhifu Island, so Zhao Tuo and others naturally had to stay nearby.

Zhao Zihu suddenly changed his mind again, waved to Hu Hai, and whispered a few words in the ear of his stinky brother.

Hu Hai's eyes lit up immediately, and he was a little puzzled: "Then why don't you just ask the forehead to dedicate the candle to the emperor?"

"It makes sense, you should act according to plan." Zhao Zihu said with a blink of an eye.

Hu Hai scratched the side of his face, smiled, and asked "brother, don't start too soon", asked the sharp man beside him for a horse, stepped on it quickly, and drove off the clipper boat.

Zhao Zihu took Xiangliyue, Diaochan and Thirteen Eagles to walk off the boat slowly.He was not in a hurry, anyway, in the original plan, candles were just a tool to obtain higher benefits.

The party can be dedicated to Father Huang directly!
Besides, what you know how to make is not just spermaceti, beeswax is more environmentally friendly and hygienic...

It’s just that the process of collecting honeycomb spleen is cumbersome and time-consuming!

The shoal where whales are decomposed and whale oil is boiled is the only way to get off the clipper boat and go to the building boat.

As expected by Zhao Zihu, as old bastards like Chun Yuyue who dared to criticize the First Emperor and embarrass Zu Long, it would be no psychological burden to ask someone to stop Hu Hai halfway.

After a few words, Hu Hai patted the front of his body very cooperatively, indicating that he had not hidden the candle, and was let go amid repeated apologies.

Zhao Zihu returned to the shoal, seeing Hu Hai and Zhao Tuo meeting together, he smiled and looked at the many nobles who came towards him.

"My son knows the intentions of the masters, easy to talk, easy to talk! Everything is easy to talk about! Let's have a sip of tea first, and then I will make candles for you..."

He parted from the crowd, and just as he knelt down on the thick mat, he saw Chun Yuyue stand up and hurriedly bowed his hands.

"Young Master Mingjian! The old man wants to take a look at the first batch of candles you made on hand."

"Master Chunyu really just wants to see?"

As soon as the words came out, Zhao Zihu saw that Chunyu was slightly stunned, and Han Dahuyou who was beside him also shook his sleeves, with a mocking look on his face.

He smiled and said: "It's not impossible for the masters to want the first batch of candles. Before the emperor knows about it! It's just..."

"There are only eight candles, and there are more than ten masters, how to divide them? What's more, I have tried one candle, and there are two more..."

"I'm going to save it for the big wedding with Yue'er! As the saying goes, on the night of the bridal chamber, red candles illuminate each other, making it even more festive!"

Hearing what he said, Zhang Liang pondered for a while, and immediately felt a very wonderful scene unfolding in front of his eyes...

Immediately afterwards, Han Fei, Chun Yuyue and others all thought of it, and clapped their hands in admiration.

"Wonderful! Young master is really wonderful!"

"Young Master is indeed an elegant person..."

There was a large group of young and old, imagining that kind of scene in front of me, not to mention Xiangliyue panicking with embarrassment, Diao Chan and Fat Qing'er also felt weird, and the three of them spat and cursed at the same time.

"How shameless! Fortunately, there are still a group of self-proclaimed gentlemen!"

Zhao Zihu suddenly changed the subject and said, "I'll give the pilot candles to Master Han Fei. But what should I do with the remaining five candles?"

"Yeah. Even if you're a villain, you still have a bit of conscience!" After the accident, Han Fei stroked his short beard lightly and raised his eyebrows with a proud smile.

Everyone in Ying Yao beat their chests, shouted "What a pity", muttered that Han Fei was a "deceitful person", and then started arguing with each other.

"This candle should be used by those who are virtuous!"

"If that's the case! I am Chunyudang to Dongyuangong, Qiliji, Xiahuanggong, Mr. Luli, and Mr. Ying Yao."

But Chun Yuyue is not happy for those who follow the lead.

"It should be counted by the rank and title, Mr. Chunyu and Mr. Ying Yao each got one."

"Then there are only three left, so who will it be?"

Han Fei couldn't stand hearing these rotten scholars arguing with each other, so he raised his head and suggested loudly: "When will there be an end to such an argument. Why don't you practice the method of 'selling officials'!"

"That's right. The masters came to bid, and the bids are these candles. The highest bidder wins!" Looking at the sudden silence around him, Zhao Zihu smiled and agreed loudly.

"Bid, bid?" Chunyu Yue's face trembled, this proposal was not good, and he lost before it even started.Among the Confucians, he is the poorest.

Ying Yao's complexion was also quite ugly, he lived in remote mountains and remote areas all year round, and was recruited by Emperor Shi Huang to join the courtiers.

Could it be that a certain person can't even afford a lamp...

Some people are sad and some are happy.

There are many Confucian scholars who have rich family wealth.

Among them, there were a few little fans who belonged to Chun Yuyue and Ying Yao. While they raised their hands in favor, they never had the idea of ​​"competing for a candle and dedicating it to the elders".

Unable to stop the bidding, Chun Yuyue and others, who had no money and no authority, could only hold back and gritted their teeth at Han Fei and Zhao Zihu.

Zhao Zihu didn't care, showed two rows of neat white teeth, and raised his arms: "Okay! The bidding begins. A whale oil red candle, the starting price is [-] yuan, and the minimum price increase is [-] yuan! There is no upper limit, and the highest bidder will get... "

"Come on! Sister Diaochan, you come to be this auctioneer." This bidding game was often played by the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles, and Diaochan understood it very well.

However, before the girl could react, Hu Hai's excited voice sounded from behind the crowd: "Come on! Come on...brother! Didn't you just say, don't start so soon?"

On this side, Zhao Tuo quickly walked into the emperor's palace on the upper ship and reported what Hu Hai said.

"Oh! The candle has already been made, and the effect is not bad. Then why didn't my son bring it to me as soon as possible..."

"All the ministers obstructed it? Is it the coward's delay on purpose, some kind of experiment? Or did the other generation predict things like a god and cut it off in advance?"

Ying Zheng sneered, and strode out of the palace: "Zhao Gao! Follow me to have a look, the boy is playing tricks again."

A group of several people got off the building boat, took horses, and rushed straight to the shallows under the Dongshantou dock.

At this time, Zhou Qingchen, the servant, had won the first prize at the price of one gold.

This is equivalent to five hundred times the price of an ordinary oil lamp.

From the perspective of future generations, it is simply crazy, unreasonable, and unworthy.

Zhou Qingchen loved it so much, and the rest of the Confucian scholars were even more envious.

But immediately afterwards, he yelled "regret", and the other people who were hesitant before thought that this good show had just been staged.

"A pair? A pair of shots? You are so confused! How can you shoot candles like this..."

Zhao Zihu smiled lazily and said, "I have already said something! This candle is meant to be in pairs to celebrate."

After realizing it, this clan tyrant did say before that he would keep a pair of candles for the big wedding...

The corners of Zhou Qingchen's mouth twitched, and he said unwillingly: "Then I dare to ask you, what can you say about this candle?"

"You want to know."

Zhao Zihu looked him over, he was really worried that the old Confucian would have a cerebral hemorrhage in anger, and died on the spot.

But he still kindly said, "Is this an odd number of candles? No matter whether they are red or white, according to some legends, they seem to be used to keep spirits."

Zhou Qingchen immediately felt a "buzz", his forehead exploded, his eyes widened in disbelief, what's more, there were people beside him at the moment, and he muttered like a sneer.

"Hiss! Zhou Pu shoots flowers and bids for a candle at a high price. It was originally used to keep himself awake..."

He even swayed all over his body, and when he rolled his eyes, he was about to lose his breath.

Fortunately, at this critical juncture, a deafening shout suddenly sounded from behind.

"Nonsense! You are so ignorant. This candle was originally created by you. How come there are some legends that a single candle is used for funeral vigils?"

It was the voice of the First Emperor Yingzheng that shook Zhou Qingchen's mind back.

At the same time, Zhao Tuo supported him all at once, and clasped his thumb tightly on his Zhongshuigou acupoint, making him stand still again.

When the emperor came, all the ministers hurriedly turned their heads and bowed their hands, shouting "I have seen your majesty", and secretly shouting "Dangerous" in unison.

His Majesty the Emperor is here, no matter how much money is paid for this candle, it will not be of any use to them.

Chun Yuyue and Ying Yao were relieved, they finally didn't have to fight in their hearts anymore.

With a smile on his face, Ying Zheng glanced at the nobles, and finally his eyes fell on the head of the boy under the veil.

He pretended to be puzzled: "My son, gentlemen! What are you doing here..."

Zhao Zihu smiled, got up obediently, and gave way to his father, but said nothing.

"I'm far away, and I heard Zhu Qing shouting, how much is one time, how much is twice, it's a very happy feeling!"

Ying Zheng sat down and asked again in a leisurely tone, "Could it be that Zhu Qing is doing business for that merchant?"

When he said this, it was as if Mount Tai was pressing down on his head. Even Han Fei, who had always been calm and calm, collapsed on the spot.

Only then did they realize that they valued the interest of "candles" too much, so that they fell into the trap set by the stubborn tiger of the clan.

His Majesty the Emperor is extremely disgusted with the business of merchants, not only because of the Shang Jun's national policy of "cultivating wars", but also because there are rumors in the world that the First Emperor was not the orthodox Qin State, but the illegitimate son of the great merchant Lu Buwei who "lived with rare goods".

If you are a businessman, you will be punished severely...

All the princes and ministers immediately sweated profusely, and they all bowed deeply again, begging for mercy repeatedly: "Your Majesty, forgive me, we are so confused!"

Ying Zheng ignored it for the time being, and continued to stare at Zhao Zihu with a half-smile: "The coward is too deceitful, why don't you hand over the evidence?"

This time, Zhao Zihu readily took out four candles to offer, but he winked at Hu Hai, asking his brother to hide the gold as soon as possible.

Zhou Qingchen didn't wait for the emperor to ask, and offered the whole candle with trembling hands. He hadn't warmed up this treasure yet.

He took a candle and held it in the palm of his hand to play with. Looking at its rather festive color, Ying Zheng was quite satisfied, but went on to pursue the blame.

"That's all. Didn't Little Shiba say that eight pieces were made in total?"

"Only five!" Zhao Zihu shouted, trying to hold the last position.

"Gan Luo! Tell me..."

Gan Luo didn't dare to lie to Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng played with taste: "Counsel! How can I explain it?"

"Only five sticks! The others are useful for me to keep. Half of them are for Master Han Fei!" Zhao Zihu insisted.

"Hmm. Ahem..."

Han Fei coughed lightly, and gave Zhao Zihu a look of "Don't be a teacher if you die".

Then, he said to the emperor ashamedly: "I haven't used this candle yet!"

Do you sell teammates like this?
Zhao Zihu stared back at Han Dahuyou. He knew that even if Han Fei took a candle and refused to give it, his father would not have to ask for it.

Because the emperor Lao Tzu still needs to use Han Da's deception to truly understand my mind...

Zhao Zihu was thinking about it, but Ying Zheng asked abruptly, "Then what's the use of keeping a gold coin? Are you short of money?"

"That's not right. Father! You take all this mere gold." Zhao Zihu was annoyed.

"Zhao Gao! You tell my son about the Great Qin law..."

"Only~"

Zhao Gao raised his hand: "Master Hui! The Great Qin Law clearly states that if it is found that he has engaged in business affairs privately, he will be fined and confiscated, and he will be sentenced to imprisonment..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Zhao Zihu admitted that he was defeated, and stretched out his hand to beg for Hu Hai's gold, and he slapped it in Zhao Gao's hand bitterly.

Zhao Gao still shook his head: "Young Master Zihu! Don't make it difficult for your subordinates. You said 'one answer', that's all it means!"

Zhao Zihu glanced at Diao Chan, and smiled instead of anger: "Old Zhao! You are not kind. Haven't you ever thought about..."

While handing over the last two candles plus [-]% of the candles, he said to Zhao Gao very sympathetically.

"I said 'useful'. Do you plan to give these two candles to Diao Chan, paint them with lacquer, and make them your family heirlooms?"

Zhao Gao was surprised by this, he glanced at his daughter in disbelief, and found that Diao Chan nodded affirmatively, he was dumbfounded...

Should this be confiscated?Or "confiscated"?

Suddenly, Xiang Liyue denounced: "Order of the Zhao government! Don't listen to your son's flamboyance. He clearly said just a moment ago that he wanted to keep a pair of red candles to add joy to our wedding night! "

It's good that I didn't get entangled by this naughty tiger...

Zhao Gao understood. He took the candle and spread it out in front of the emperor. Seeing that Ying Zheng nodded, he immediately offered a pair of candles to Xiangliyue.

"Gift to Mrs. Young Master, a pair of red candles for a big wedding!!"

Zhao Zihu couldn't help calling "good guy" in his heart.

These two old foxes...

This hand is generous to others...

It's really slippery to play! !

(End of this chapter)