Um?
disagree?
Ying Zheng looked at Feng Quji: "Why?"
Feng Quji: "Your Majesty, please provide the recipe for making saddles, stirrups, and horseshoes for my Great Qin warhorses."
"Provide the smelting methods for making more sophisticated weapons and armor for our Great Qin soldiers and generals."
"Now, you have provided the recipe for refining fine salt for our Great Qin army and people."
"It has greatly increased the military strength and combat effectiveness of my Great Qin."
"It gives the people a little more hope of survival."
"How could you just give the title of Imperial Preceptor, a sinecure with only a title, and send the master away?"
"I disagree! This position is too low!"
Wang Jian also said loudly, "We have to give them something practical!"
Don't just give him an official position, reward him with some gold, silver, jewelry, house deeds, etc.
With Feng Quji and Wang Jian taking the lead, other ministers also spoke up.
The hall suddenly became as noisy as a vegetable market.
Ying Zheng raised one hand and pressed it down.
The ministers shut up instantly.
It became quiet.
Ying Zheng said, "I understand what you all said."
"I have made up my mind on this matter, and there is no need for you to say more."
"Sir, your heart is with Great Qin. I will not treat you unfairly."
"Okay, let's go."
After saying this, Ying Zheng stood up and left.
The ministers looked at each other and respectfully left the hall.
As soon as he walked out of the door, Feng Quji came up to Wang Jian and asked in a low voice.
"Tell me, Your Majesty, what does this mean?"
Wang Jian glanced at him and said, "Your Majesty must have his reasons for doing things."
"We'll just do as we're told."
"Don't you know who our Majesty is?"
"I said I wouldn't treat you unfairly, so I definitely won't treat you unfairly."
"Besides, the position of Imperial Master may not be a bad thing for you, sir."
After hearing this, Feng Quji seemed to be thinking about something.
"You're right, I was overthinking it."
Li Si, who was following behind the two of them, seemed to understand something when he heard this.
He lowered his head and quickly walked out of the palace.
His corn has recently flowered and is growing exceptionally well.
He had to go back quickly and keep an eye on it. Whether he could save his life depended on this batch of corn.
Ying Zheng drafted an edict and gave it to Xia Lin.
"Go, post this edict on the notice board at the palace gate."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Xia Lin took the imperial edict respectfully and walked out quickly.
At the palace gate.
Xia Lin handed the imperial edict in his hand to the palace maid in charge of the notice office.
I watched him closely and saw with my own eyes that he posted the edict on the notice board.
Then he turned around and went back to report to Ying Zheng.
When the people at the palace gate saw the new notice posted, they immediately swarmed over.
"What's going on? What good news is this?"
"What does it say?"
"Hush! Stop making noise! Listen to what the official says!"
The people stared at the palace servant standing next to the notice with curiosity.
The palace attendant in charge said, "Everyone knows that the fine salt distributed to you some time ago was developed by His Majesty and Master, right?"
"The gentleman who gave His Majesty the precept will be the Imperial Preceptor of our Great Qin from now on."
People: “Huh?!”
"The gentleman who makes fine salt? She came to Xianyang?"
"And he became the Imperial Master of my Great Qin?"
"Okay, this is good."
"Sir, you are kind to us common people. We have no objection to you becoming the Imperial Master."
"I wonder if the master has any other recipes in the future? It would be great if they could fill our stomachs."
"Eat a full meal? Isn't that too naive?"
"Let's not talk about our Qin State, let's talk about the other six states. Is there anyone who can ensure that their people have enough to eat?"
"Why are you putting all the pressure on our master when even the monarch of a country can't do it?"
"I've got free fine salt for you to eat, and you're still not satisfied?"
"Yeah, I was greedy."
"Think about other countries that don't even have fine salt and are still eating coarse salt. I should be content."
"Yes, you don't know, but my next-door neighbor's eldest son works in a caravan."
"I heard from him that the people in Chu can't even afford coarse salt."
"The salt the King of Chu eats is better than the coarse salt we used to eat."
"They have never even seen the fine salt we eat."
"Ah? This is too tragic, isn't it?"
"You've never even seen fine salt? Is the King of Chu such a failure?"
"Fortunately, we are not the people of his Chu State, otherwise it would be too tragic."
"So, as long as you have some fine salt to eat, be content."
"People in other countries, I don't know how much they envy us."
As soon as Zhang Tailu returned home, he started yelling at the top of his voice.
"Dad! Dad! Come here quickly!!"
An old man came around the corner with a broom, "What are you doing?"
"What are you yelling about this time?"
Zhang Tailu quickly walked up to the old man and said, "Dad, the master has come to Xianyang!"
What?
Sir, are you in Xianyang?
The old man threw the broom away. "Really? Where is it?!"
Zhang Tailu: "In the palace."
What?
In the palace?
The old man asked: "Sir, why did you go to the palace? Why didn't you go shopping in Xianyang?"
Zhang Tailu said, "I don't know either. His Majesty told me about it when we went to court this morning."
"From today on, sir, you will be the Imperial Master of our Great Qin."
What?
National Master?
The old man asked: "Sir, are you the Imperial Master of the Great Qin?"
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