Locusts were wreaking havoc, and the sky outside was dark and oppressive, as if the end of the world was coming, weighing on everyone's mind.
At this moment, a burst of fire dispelled the darkness, and Zhang Han led his soldiers to advance in an orderly manner.
No matter how many locusts there are, they cannot defeat a mighty army.
After a while, all the locusts were wiped out.
"Great! We succeeded!" The people cheered, their faces filled with joy of victory and gratitude.
Prince Fusu looked at the scene in front of him and smiled knowingly.
"Thank you for your hard work! This is what we should do!" Prince Fusu said with a smile, "As long as we are united, no difficulties can stump us!"
The people nodded one after another, and their admiration for Prince Fusu increased even more.
After the disaster, the first thing to do is post-disaster reconstruction.
Prince Fusu was very busy for several days and could only find time to chat with Li Rongrong during meals and before bed.
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“The damage is so severe.”
She had never seen a locust plague with her own eyes, but she imagined it would not be easy.
"Well, when the locusts passed through, many flimsy thatched houses were eaten up." Prince Fusu couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable when he thought of the scene at that time.
Among the common people of his Great Qin, many could only live in thatched huts.
"Thatched hut..."
She couldn't help but think of the old man who stood with his cane upright and wrote "I wish I had thousands of spacious houses to shelter all the poor people in the world and make them happy."
"This is a good thing. As the saying goes, out goes the old, in comes the new. Now that they have no houses to live in, we might as well build some new houses for them."
Building houses does not require as much trouble as building the Great Wall with cement before. It can be built with some bricks and tiles.
"Why don't we build an official brick and tile factory? Then we can provide bricks and tiles and teach them how to build."
"This will not only solve the employment problem of some migrant workers, but also enable new urban planning." The more Li Rongrong talked about it, the more feasible it seemed. She pulled out a piece of paper and began to write and draw.
Listening to the sound of paper and pen sliding in the mirror, Master Fusu shouted in a somewhat resentful tone: "Rongrong..."
"I have to deal with some business again..."
What you mean is, you won’t chat with me anymore?
"Well...don't be too tired."
Who would have thought that she answered directly without even raising her head.
“Rongrong…”
"Be good, don't make trouble,"
Prince Fusu now felt completely aggrieved. He put his head in front of the mirror and stared at it intently, wishing he could get inside.
Who understands? Rongrong cares about my work more than she cares about me.
"I will try to give you a rough plan today, and then you can build according to my city plan. First use Shangjun as an urbanization pilot, and then promote it to the whole of Daqin."
Li Rongrong was talking while writing and drawing.
At the same time, he did not forget to pull out a box of chocolates from the drawer and stuff it into the mirror.
Fusu looked at the chocolate that suddenly appeared, and the grievance he had just felt disappeared in an instant.
"Young master, General Meng is looking for you." Xiao Shitou walked in at the right time.
"Got it. Go find Zhang Liang with some snacks later." Prince Fusu put away the mirror and gave the order.
"Don't you need to say something to the gentleman?"
Fusu did not answer, but said: "If you go, he will naturally understand what I mean."
"General Meng, now that the Great Wall has been built, what should we do with these laborers?" The deputy general looked worried.
"We have recently discovered several people causing trouble. This is not a solution. Logically, these migrant workers should have been sent home long ago."
There was no order from above and he didn't know the reason.
"Your Majesty naturally has his own plans, so we'd better not speculate."
When Prince Fusu came over, he happened to hear the conversation between the two.
"General Meng, why don't we open an official brick and tile factory and let these migrant workers work there, and pay them the same wages as those for building the Great Wall."
"That's right. Yesterday, Governor Xian was complaining about the lack of manpower to rebuild the houses." The deputy general agreed.
"In this case, I will report to His Majesty. With the intercom, we can get the results in one day." Meng Tian also agreed.
The news from Qin Shihuang was transmitted through countless walkie-talkies and was quickly delivered.
The idea of opening brick and tile factories, textile factories and other factories in the border areas was approved.
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On the other side, Xiang Yu had just stepped into the house, and he looked like he had just escaped from a fierce battle, and was in a state of disgrace.
His hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead in a mess. His clothes were not only covered with dirt and sweat, but also hung with a few torn leaves. The worn-out straw sandal on his right foot had been lost at some point, leaving only one hanging alone on his left foot.
As soon as he stepped over the threshold, a heavy clay pot flew towards him with a whistling sound.
Xiang Yu reacted quickly, quickly caught it with his backhand, held it steadily in his hand, and then carefully put it aside. He then walked to the kang and respectfully called out, "Uncle."
Xiang Liang sat on the kang with a gloomy face, staring at Xiang Yu with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see through his heart.
His right leg was injured and he had difficulty moving, but this did not affect his inviolable majesty. If his legs were free, he would really like to jump up and teach Xiang Yu a lesson.
Xiang Yu lowered his head, feeling uneasy, and his hands were unconsciously clasped together.
When he thought about the fact that he had lost the bet with Prince Fusu today, he didn't know how to explain it to his uncle.
His uncle had always placed high hopes on him, hoping that he could become a pillar of the Chu Kingdom, but he himself...
How could Xiang Liang not see what he was thinking? He frowned and asked in a cold tone, "Tell me, what happened?"
Xiang Yu took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and whispered, "Ji... lost the bet to Prince Fusu today."
"What!"
Upon hearing this, Xiang Liang slammed the edge of the kang, stood up, and his eyes were wide open as if he was about to spit fire.
Xiang Yu quickly recounted what had happened.
After listening to this, Xiang Liang took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, his chest heaving violently.
He opened his eyes wide and said word by word: "Jier, you must remember that my Qin people destroyed my Chu State. We will get back this blood debt sooner or later. Even if there are only three households in Chu, Chu will be the one to destroy Qin!"
Xiang Yu raised his head and looked at his uncle with a firm gaze. He understood what his uncle meant and also felt his uncle's deep hatred towards the Qin people.
This hatred burned fiercely in his heart like a raging fire.
Xiang Liang continued: "I want you to always remember how our Chu State was destroyed! Remember this shame and hatred, and let them become your motivation to move forward!"
Xiang Yu nodded heavily, with a determined light in his eyes. He knew that he had a heavy responsibility and could not disappoint his uncle's expectations.
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