I, Ying Zheng, Was Just About To Ascend The Throne, But I Was Broadcast Live By Sister Zhou

After Li Si Han Fei and other ministers.

Iron pots suddenly became popular in Xianyang.

All the tripods used for cooking have been replaced.

A smell of cooking, from the palace, spread everywhere.

Dry days and dry things.

The wild vegetables on the mountain are still growing just right.

After the common people sold the grain at a high price, they all went to the mountains to dig vegetables.

On the Qi side, when they received the news, they couldn't help being a little curious.

What is this iron pot?

"It is said that it is the same as copper ware, but it is softer than copper ware, and the objects made are silver."

The man bowed and said flatteringly, "The dishes fried in that pot are indeed extremely delicious, and there are many spices spread in Xianyang, which can make the meals more delicious.

When talking here.

This middleman who had stayed in Qin for a period of time couldn't help talking.

Now in Xianyang, every household has started to use woks.

Those originally bitter and tasteless wild vegetables, after cooking like this.

It turned out to be a delicacy.

"Your Majesty, if we can eat wild vegetables, should we still collect Daqin's food?"

"What kind of strength can eating wild vegetables give them? At most, they can only satisfy their hunger. 230" King Qi shook his sleeves, with a gloomy face.

"It's nothing more than treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Younger Ying Zheng knows how to play these little tricks, but it's a pity that it doesn't work."

Wild vegetables.

It is only available in summer and autumn.

In winter, it can't survive.

Now digging wild vegetables to eat is nothing more than lingering on one's last breath.

"Continue to collect grain at a high price, and with wild vegetables, the people of Daqin will definitely be more willing to exchange their grain for money.

"promise!!!"

Xianyang, where Ying Zheng is located.

The atmosphere of food exchange is better.

After all, the old Qin people still believed in King Qin.

But in Guanzhong, there are a large number of Xinqin people.

They all fled to Daqin from various places.

Most of the food in their hands was distributed by Qin.

As long as you continue to work, you can receive food every day.

The canal dam is finished, and there is also the Great Wall project.

(cadh) The food in hand is enough to eat for a day, plus the wild vegetables from the mountains on weekdays.

Enough to eat.

If you eat enough, you will involuntarily want to change it into money.

Now the chambers of commerce in Qi and Yan are collecting grain at high prices.

How can they bear it?

Inside Xianyang Palace.

Tread Tread!

Zhao Gao walked eagerly, and quickly appeared at the door of Ying Zheng's bedroom.

"What is it?"

The boy's voice lifted from the desk.

On the long case, there is already a memorial sent by Zhong Zhong.

"Your Majesty, many people in Guanzhong died of swollen bodies after eating stir-fried vegetables for a long time.

Zhao Gaogao lowered his voice, "There are rumors in the market that Goddess Daqin is not a goddess, but a witch."

Miss Zhou is grinding ink.

was called suddenly.

She also froze for a moment.

Surprised, he turned around and looked at Zhao Gao who was standing bowed at the entrance of the hall.

Dissatisfied: "What does this matter have to do with me?"

Ying Zheng raised his hand.

Sister Zhou shut up immediately, her heart pounding.

Ask the barrage: "Fuck, brothers, Zulong doesn't really think that it's a problem with the iron pot, right?"

"The problem is definitely not the iron pot."

"But now the rumor-mongers want to drag you into the water, and they will also charge you with plotting against the King of Qin."

"wtf???"

Sister Zhou was stunned.

what the hell

"Zhao Gao didn't say that!"

"Sister Zhou, are you stupid? Zhao Gao didn't say it in front of you, but isn't that obvious?"

"Some people died because of eating iron pan cooking all the time, and several of them died."

"Who was the first person to eat stir-fried vegetables in an iron pot? Isn't it Zulong?"

"That's right, that's what Zhao Gao looked at you after he finished speaking just now, that's what he meant. But of course he wouldn't say it directly in front of you."

"He just wants Zulong to plant the seeds of doubt, Gan!!!"

When sister Zhou was in modern times, she always watched one of Xia Le's Gongdou dramas.

In this dynasty, facing a Yin man like Zhao Gao.

Can she realize it?

I don't realize it at all.

It was all thanks to the audience in the live broadcast room that she could react.

I screamed in my heart.

Sister Zhou finds it difficult to behave normally on the surface.

After all, her heartbeat had started to speed up, and she could feel her breathing getting heavier.

Involuntarily looking at Ying Zheng.

Zu Long must not, believe the nonsense of this bitch Zhao Gao!

"Tell me, how did those people die?"

Ying Zheng put down the pen in his hand.

He turned his head and glanced at Miss Zhou. The old woman's face turned pale with fright, and her heart was beating so fast.

It looked terribly frightened.

If it is really an ancient man facing such a thing.

There is a high probability that they will directly place their doubts on Sister Zhou.

But Ying Zheng is not.

Not only is he not, but he has actually encountered such a thing.

"Those who died, did they have no food at home?" Ying Zheng asked.

Zhao Gao froze.

"Slave, slave..."

"You didn't check?" Ying Zheng raised his eyes, his expression was very calm.

Sweat dripped from Zhao Gao's forehead crazily, and even his voice trembled.

He came in such a hurry.

Zhao Gao did not expect that the king would ask such a question.

He didn't even react a little. .