"We...have no objections!"

Now that things have come to this, who would dare to commit a crime at the summit?

Even if they were full of complaints, they could only reluctantly admit it.

With this, the practice of officials and gentry paying taxes together was truly implemented.

"Meng Can, go back and think this over carefully, and come up with a plan!" Ying Zheng pressed on while the iron was hot and made the decision directly.

"Your subject obeys!"

Meng Can responded loudly, then stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, I have something to report."

"explain!"

"The three tribes have sent envoys, claiming that our Qin state considers itself a rare commodity, and want to sever trade relations with us." Meng Can's lips twitched, and he glanced at the wicked husband beside him.

"Why are you looking at me? Since Zhao has fallen into the trap, just prepare according to the original plan." The wicked man winked and smirked, muttering under his breath.

"Pfft...uh..."

The entire court almost burst out laughing, each of them pinching their thighs and reminiscing about all the sad things in their lives.

The atmosphere inside the hall instantly eased, dispelling the previous tension.

"You unlucky bastard, you deserve it!"

Many ministers were gloating. They were all against the idea of ​​officials and gentry paying taxes together. Now that there was Zhao, this greenhorn, as a benchmark, they were actually quite happy.

At least, compared to what the Zhao state was about to face, they were utterly insignificant.

That's how people are. If they're not doing well themselves, but they see that others are doing even worse, they actually feel more balanced.

Ying Zheng was pleased to see this, thinking to himself that the State of Zhao was truly considerate, having stepped forward at a crucial moment to smooth over their internal conflicts.

"The State of Zhao is a land fit for sages!"

The wicked man grinned and, seeing everyone's gaze upon him, laughed, "Burning oneself to light up others—isn't that the epitome of a saint?"

"When we attack Zhao in the future, I will send the King of Zhao to his dignified death."

hiss....

Okay, okay.

The officials were so frustrated that their faces turned blue. They knew this scoundrel wouldn't say anything good, so why did they believe his nonsense?

Meng Can composed himself and said, "Your Majesty, there is one more matter. The various prefectures are sending messages urging us to resolve the land shortage issue as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, the wicked husband's face instantly fell.

He's been having a lot of headaches lately, with letters coming from all over the country urging him to hurry up, which is driving him crazy.

The distribution of land varied from county to county. Some counties had large populations, while others had small populations. Some areas were flat, while others were mountainous, which resulted in different land allocations.

Local governors dared not make decisions on their own, fearing that the people would be envious of other prefectures, which would cause unrest and eventually lead to public anger.

"Hurry up, hurry up! What are they good for?" The wicked husband gritted his teeth in anger. Were they really animals? They only knew how to exert their strength but didn't use their brains.

"Hahaha, oh, our Commandant of the Guards is actually stumped?" Ying Zheng suddenly burst into laughter, and all the civil and military officials in the court laughed along with him.

Ever since that wicked husband stepped into Xianyang Palace and rose to become a rising star in the court, it seems that nothing has ever been able to stump him. Seeing him suddenly troubled is truly delightful.

Gradually, the laughter grew louder and louder, especially among the dozen or so officials who had been scolded by the wicked husband. They laughed until tears streamed down their faces, finally venting their pent-up anger.

The misunderstandings caused by the unified payment of taxes were also completely eliminated without anyone noticing.

To be honest, they don't really care about the tax; it's nothing to their social class. They're just fighting for face.

Ying Zheng secretly winked at his wicked husband, signaling him not to get angry and to use this opportunity to smooth things over and resolve the misunderstanding.

The wicked man nodded slightly. He was not one to be ignorant of his place, nor was he one to nitpick. He was happy to ease the tension.

To put Ying Zheng at ease, he pretended to be exasperated and said, "Laugh, laugh, laugh, if you can't come up with a solution today, none of you are leaving."

Wang Sheng, the Grand Master of the Imperial Secretariat, stepped forward and said with suppressed laughter, "I have a plan. Why not take the average amount and implement it in every prefecture, leaving the surplus land for the time being?"

This man was the leader of the dozen or so protesting officials. He knew that Ying Zheng and the wicked man were also trying to ease tensions, so he quickly stood up to express his opinion.

"not good!"

"It will just provoke the people's anger. If they don't share their own land, aren't they just shooting themselves in the foot?"

"I think..."

"......"

This was like opening a floodgate, and arguments immediately erupted in the hall. In the end, even Wang Wan and other senior officials personally intervened.

The wicked husband and Ying Zheng exchanged a smile and did not stop their argument.

As time went by, the previous arguments subsided, and instead, everyone expressed their opinions, contributing to the search for a solution.

Gradually, a sense of cohesion developed, which surprised the villain.

"Could it be... that I'm also a bug-like existence, the chosen one of our time?" The wicked husband fell into his fantasies.

"It's settled then!"

After an unknown amount of time, Ying Zheng let out a loud shout, waking up from his fantasy of his wicked husband.

"What? What? It's decided like that?" The wicked husband scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

Unfortunately, no one could answer his question.

Ying Zheng stood up, walked around to the table, and said in a firm voice, "Let's follow the plan of the officials and allocate 20% of the money and grain obtained from the confiscation of the wealthy households this time, as the foundation for the war effort."

"Promote him! This wicked man will lead 200,000 elite troops from the Lantian camp... uh... let's go out and make a fortune!"

Well....

The ministers' eyes bulged, speechless at Ying Zheng's words.

That's a bit crude.

Ying Zheng was somewhat embarrassed, as he couldn't find a very official term to describe this battle, which was of great national importance.

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