Thinking of this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and his gaze was as sharp as an eagle. He swept it over his three sons and spoke in a deep voice.
"Zhang Jiang, go contact someone who's good at acrobatics..."
"Zhang He, go contact the vendors..."
"You two must try your best to persuade them to attend the temple fair."
Zhang Hai looked at his two tall and thin sons and gave them earnest instructions.
Then, his eyes became stern, and he raised his tone a bit and gave a serious warning.
"But remember, you must not resort to any dirty tricks, or I will not forgive you."
Not to mention at this critical moment, even on ordinary days, he would not allow his sons to act recklessly or bully the weak.
After all, if you throw a stone at the foot of the imperial city, anyone who hits it will be either rich or noble.
Once you get into trouble, dozens of people in your family will suffer.
Although Zhang Jiang and Zhang He did not inherit their father's outstanding business talent, they learned to be cautious and careful to perfection.
The two men felt a tightness in their hearts, their expressions became more serious, and they stood up and bowed in response.
"Yes, Father, we will definitely complete your instructions."
Zhang Xi waited for a long time, but his father didn't arrange anything for him, so he couldn't help but feel anxious.
He is a few years younger than his two brothers. Although he is only in his teens, he still has the liveliness and cleverness of a teenager.
"Father, what about me, what about me?"
Seeing his youngest son jumping up and down anxiously, Zhang Hai's stern face softened.
It’s not that he favors his youngest son.
But among the three sons, only the youngest son was gifted and intelligent, and was an excellent student.
The position of the head of the Zhang family is determined by ability rather than age.
This is also the reason why the family has been able to stand firm in the capital and occupy a seat at the table with only three generations of accumulation.
"You should study hard in the academy and wait for the imperial examination to pass the exam and become a scholar for our Zhang family."
"In the future, I will pass the imperial examinations and become a Jinshi, enter the court and serve as an official, bringing honor to our Zhang family."
Facing his son who had high hopes for him, Zhang Hai persuaded him earnestly.
In fact, he was secretly holding his breath.
He has tolerated Qian Dafu for a long time.
Ever since Qian Duo was promoted to an official, he has been very proud and often shows off in front of him, which makes him look down on him.
Zhang Hai looked around at his three sons, each of whom had his own strengths. His frown relaxed, revealing a look of satisfaction and contentment.
Humph, since quality is not enough, then let’s win by quantity.
Three days later.
After consulting with civil and military officials, Ying Zheng issued an edict to lift the curfew, not prohibit folk entertainment activities, and establish statutory holidays.
As official gazettes were posted one after another, government decrees spread to all counties at an extremely fast speed.
For a time, the whole country was in an uproar and celebrating.
People all over the world were so happy that they cried, and ran around to tell each other and cheered.
The reason is simple. The Qin State advocated calmness, rationality and efficiency. From top to bottom, from government to people, it operated like a ruthless machine and never stopped.
But humans are not cattle or horses after all.
They have all kinds of emotions, joys, sorrows, anger and happiness, but if they are shrouded in a repressive environment for a long time, they will become numb like a walking corpse.
Today, the country is peaceful and prosperous, people live and work in peace and contentment, the atmosphere is relaxed, and life is becoming more and more hopeful.
How could the people not be happy?
Taking advantage of this excellent east wind, Qian Dafu and Zhang Hai united their forces and widely publicized the news of the Dragon God Festival Temple Fair.
This move added fuel to the fire, plunging the whole country into a sea of celebration.
However, wealthy businessmen from all over the country keenly smelled the business opportunity.
They joined forces with other local merchants and vendors, preparing to follow the example of the capital and jointly organize a temple fair during the Dragon God Festival.
As a result, many peddlers, vendors, and skilled workers flocked to the market, determined to get a piece of the pie.
Naturally, these unusual movements could not be concealed from Ying Zheng, who controlled the world. He was happy to see it happen and ordered officials from all over the country to assist in maintaining order at the temple fair.
As the people were eagerly waiting, time passed day by day, and only half a week was left until the Dragon God Festival.
At this time, the city of Xianyang was full of discussions.
In the factory cafeteria, Chen Ergou and his wife ate together, their arms touching, their legs touching, looking so sticky.
However, the two were newlyweds and were deeply in love.
Chen Ergou picked out the shredded meat from the plate and made the suggestion enthusiastically.
"Lan'er, the Dragon God Festival is coming soon, it must be very lively, why don't we go to the temple fair."
"Okay, the factory is on holiday, so it's nice to go out and relax."
Lan'er felt sweet in her heart as she ate the shredded pork her husband picked up, and she happily agreed.
Chen Ergou was so fascinated by his wife's gentle and loving appearance that he felt dizzy and couldn't help but wave his hand heroically.
"Lan'er, whatever you like, I will buy it for you."
"Um?"
Hearing her husband's generous promise, Lan'er suddenly stopped the chopsticks in her hand.
She tilted her head, narrowed her eyes slightly, looked up and down at the honest young man, and asked a soul-searching question.
"Didn't you hand over all your wages to me?"
"Where else do you get the money from?"
"Could it be that he has hidden some private money?"
The three questions of death startled Chen Ergou. He pinched his sweaty palms guiltily, his eyes wandering.
But some things cannot be avoided. He swallowed and forced a flattering smile.
"Lan'er, listen to my cunning... ahem, explanation!"
In response, he felt a sharp pain in the soft flesh of his waist.
At the same time, in the cafeteria of Mingyue Primary School.
On the tidy dining table, little kids gathered in groups of three or four, eating and bragging.
Liu Xiaoshi made exaggerated gestures with his hands, chattered non-stop, and his childish voice was full of boasting.
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