No one cared about the grievances of these people. So many sweet potatoes were picked up and sent to Zhisu. The team was quite spectacular.
These are all grains that were confiscated before, and there are still a lot that have not been eaten. Now the national treasury finally has income again.
"Your Majesty, if we keep all this grain as seeds for next year, can we plant enough to cover the entire Qin Dynasty?" Feng Quji's eyes were filled with anticipation. If the Qin Dynasty could become even more powerful in the hands of their generation, it would surely go down in history.
"It will definitely be enough. When the time comes, each county will send some over, and the counties will be responsible for growing the seedlings. Then the sweet potato vines will be distributed to every household." Zhao Qingrui smiled. Even if her father didn't have enough, she could still provide some support.
There are so many sweet potatoes, enough to plant all over Daqin, and there will probably be some left over.
After hearing what Zhao Qingrui said, the officials started to flatter him again.
Now, Zhao Qingrui has been in the court's big dye vat for several months and can automatically block out these compliments.
After having another sweet potato feast in the evening, these people left the Shanglinyuan Palace.
"You should go back too. You have been tired all day. Tomorrow morning, please bring the account books of Zhisul to me so I can have a look." He waved to Wang Xian and Zhang Liang and asked them to leave.
On the way back, Zhang Liang was no less excited than anyone else.
The yield of sweet potatoes really opened everyone's eyes. No one expected that the grain yield could be so high. It was beyond imagination.
With these grains, the lives of the people in the Qin Dynasty will certainly be much better.
Thinking of this, Zhang Liang felt that his wish to restore his country was one step further away from him.
Looking at the full moon rising in the sky, Zhang Liang felt complicated.
It is a good thing that the people of Qian are living well. The Han family has been the prime minister of Han for generations. If these things happened in Han, he would definitely be very happy. Unfortunately, these things happened in Daqin.
The complicated feelings were put away when I returned home.
Now in Daqin, their family lives a good life. Even their son studies with the emperor's grandchildren and plays well with them. They don't know that their family is prisoners.
"My husband is back. I'll go heat up the food." Mrs. Zhang smiled when she saw Zhang Liang.
Although life in the Qin Palace is a little inconvenient, it is much better than before. My previously frail body is now much healthier.
Mrs. Zhang also thinks it would be good if she could live in peace and stay here forever. Here her son can get a better education and have playmates.
"No need to heat it up, I just ate it before coming back." Zhang Liang said softly.
"Did you study well today, Buyi?" Zhang Liang looked at his son Zhang Buyi and asked softly. He was happy to see that his son and wife had grown better.
But since this had something to do with the people of Daqin, he was no longer happy.
"Yes, I learned the Book of Shangshu from the teacher today." Zhang Buzhi happily shared with his father what the teacher taught today, as well as his own understanding, etc.
As the son of Zhang Liang, Zhang Buyi was very smart. The teacher who came to the palace to teach was brought by Zhao Qingrui from Jingshui Pavilion. Most of the content taught was from the textbooks provided by Zhao Qingrui, and the rest was from the works of some sages.
Listening to his son chattering about what he was learning, all of which he had learned before, this little princess's influence on Daqin was even deeper than he thought.
Zhang Liang couldn't sleep at night. The little princess was more powerful than he had imagined. What if she really succeeded to the throne?
There was only one thought left in his mind: perhaps, there was really no hope for him to restore his country.
Watching the Qin Dynasty grow stronger little by little under his nose was not a pleasant feeling at all.
Zhang Liang got up and sat by the window, staring at the moon outside in a daze.
Mrs. Zhang glanced at him sideways, then turned around and went back to sleep.
They have been married for so many years, she knows him very well.
However, the current situation is that South Korea has long ceased to exist, and Zhang Liang has been struggling for so many years, and in the end, his entire family was forced to move to the Qin Dynasty's palace.
At first she was also resentful, but now, every day she is taken to study with her son and learn some knowledge she has never heard of before.
Compared to taking care of the family every day, she feels that the current situation is not bad and the knowledge she learns is also very interesting.
She knew that Zhang Liang had not given up the idea of restoring his country, but how many remnants of the six kingdoms were left? Now they were isolated and helpless, so what was the point of restoring their country?
Is it just his enthusiasm?
Not realizing that Mrs. Zhang had noticed him, Zhang Liang sat by the window all night and went to help Zhao Qingrui get her things early the next day.
The court meeting was still chaired by Zhao Qingrui, and today the discussion was about the sweet potatoes and the remaining potatoes in Shanglin Garden.
With the extremely high yield of sweet potatoes, officials in the court still had extremely high expectations for potatoes.
In addition to these things, there is also the matter of money.
Gongshu Yu's iron office wants money, the newly established salt bureau wants salaries, and Shangjun wants food.
Everyone asked her for money, and Zhao Qingrui felt like she was going bald.
These reasons for asking for money are very valid and they are all necessary expenses.
It had only been two months since we sent money and food to Shangjun, and the food was eaten up again. There were 300,000 elite soldiers and hundreds of thousands of prisoners and captives building the Great Wall. The daily food consumption was a terrifying number.
Now that we have sweet potatoes and potatoes, the food pressure should be relieved next year.
They reluctantly sent another wave of grain to Shangjun and Lingnan. Seeing that the grain in the national treasury had suddenly shrunk by half, Zhao Qingrui and Ying Zheng were not very happy.
"Ahem, Qingrui, the time has come to test you. Although there is still some food in the treasury, we can't just sit back and enjoy it all, you know." Ying Zheng coughed dryly.
"I don't understand and I don't want to understand." Zhao Qingrui said painfully. Even money made by others is not consumed so quickly.
I thought the confiscated grain would last until the beginning of next spring, but now it seems that I was overthinking it. It’s hard to say whether it can last until the end of the year.
During this period, some grain was collected from merchants, but this grain was a drop in the bucket for the Qin Dynasty.
Moreover, the weather is hot this year, and grain production is likely to decrease. It is estimated that the price of grain will rise again by the end of the year.
Being an emperor is too much work and too tiring.
"I believe you can do it." Ying Zheng encouraged Zhao Qingrui.
Before Zhao Qingrui returned, the situation in Daqin was even worse. At that time, he even considered downsizing the army to reduce consumption.
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