Da Qin: The First Emperor wanted to train me to be the empress

Especially Xianyang City, where the princes, nobles and civil and military ministers live...

Therefore, Chen Ping attaches great importance to the market here in Xianyang City. Early in the morning, according to the instructions of His Highness Hua Zhang, he arranged for newsboys to sell on the streets.

Moreover, these words were thought up by Chen Ping and all the weekly staff under the prompts of Xu Man.

Civil and military ministers get up in the morning to go to work, and you can hear similar shouts when walking on the street.

"What happened outside?"

Sitting in his car, Li Si heard the noise coming from outside and asked the driver.

"Sir, there is a kid outside selling some kind of weekly magazine. He doesn't even know what it is."

The coachman answered casually, but Li Si trembled and stopped quickly: "Stop the car and buy one for the master."

He had heard His Majesty Hua Zhang talk about this matter at that time.

Originally, he thought that the weekly magazine would be sent directly to His Majesty, but he never thought that they would sell it on the street.

"master……"

The coachman wanted to say, what's so good about that thing?

But thinking about his master's normal character, the coachman had no choice but to agree: "Wei."

Then he parked the car on the side of the road and stopped a newsboy who suddenly ran over: "Little boy, how much does this cost?"

"I've seen you, sir. This is Da Qin Weekly. It contains countless major events in the world and interesting things about farming. Do you want to buy a copy?"

The newsboy spoke very quickly, "It's not expensive, only one Qin and a half Liang per copy."

Although she felt that one Qin Banliang was already very expensive, it could buy a lot of food, enough for a family of four to eat for a long time.

But you can't say that in front of the old man.

How rich is your master?How could farm boys like them compare?
"Buy two."

Before the coachman spoke, Li Si's voice came from the carriage.

"only."

The coachman quickly agreed, and with the newsboy's many thanks, drove the coach back to Zhangtai Palace. "Sanya, how many copies did you sell?"

At this time, a child who was about the same age as her ran over and said, "I just saw a gentleman buying weekly magazines from you."

"Goudan, I have my own name."

Sanya glared at him dissatisfied, "My name is Tu Jiao. If you call me Sanya again, be careful. I will go back and tell my husband that you disrespect me."

"Okay, okay, your name is Tu Jiao, but I also have my own name. Don't you also call me Goudan?"

The little boy followed Tu Jiao's words and reminded her dissatisfiedly.

That means, if you dare to file a complaint, I can also file a lawsuit against you.

Tu Jiao was not threatened by him: "Huh, if you didn't respect me first, why would I call you by your nickname? Zhuang Xiuwen~~"

"Yes yes yes, my fault my fault."

Zhuang Xiuwen apologized repeatedly, "I will never call you by your nickname again."

"Hee hee, that's about the same."

Tu Jiao smiled proudly, "Including the two I just sold, I have sold seven. What about you? How many have you sold?"

"Not much, only twelve copies."

Zhuang Xiuwen tried hard not to laugh, and said casually, "No more, the tasks are still very heavy today, let's go quickly and continue selling weekly magazines."

"If we can't complete the task, Mr. Chen will be in trouble if he doesn't give us food."

"Humph, I will definitely be able to sell more than you."

Tu Jiao snorted softly and ran in the opposite direction, shouting: "Da Qin Weekly, you can watch the world's affairs at home..."

Seeing her running away, Zhuang Xiuwen smiled and shook his head, but did not follow her and continued to run forward in his own direction.

"Master, didn't you say you would only buy one portion at first? Why did you add another portion?"

Li Si's car got on, and the driver drove the carriage quickly on the flat and wide streets of Xianyang City. He couldn't help but be curious. (End of chapter)