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Chapter 9 Disaster Relief Policies, It's Terrifying Without Culture!(2/2)

"You can do it if you say it?"

Zhuo Cao looked disdainful.

Just blow it!

Do you really think he doesn't know?

Qin Shihuang attaches great importance to power.

From the three dukes and nine ministers to the smallest.

He must pass the examination to make an appointment.

The position of the pavilion chief is not low.

Think about Liu Bang, the Emperor Gaozu of Han, isn’t he also the head of the pavilion now?

Qin Shihuang smiled helplessly.

The more Zhuo Cao didn't believe it, the more interested he was.

Zhuo Cao is just a mere businessman, but can he know so much?

It's really valuable!

This is a good disaster relief strategy.

There is a reason for building a dam.

Deshui (Yellow River) is often flooded and disaster-prone.

After spring, the ice and snow melt, which is more likely to cause floods.

He has not forgotten the scene of the river fish on the scene more than ten years ago.

It was similar that year, when heavy snow melted and caused floods.

Zhuo Cao’s reminder is quite valuable!

"I will go to Xianyang tomorrow and visit some old friends."

"If Cao really wants to become an official, I can really help."

"Okay, I still want to be the county magistrate."

"This is true?"

"Go and go, I can't even understand what I'm saying."

Zhuo Cao stood up.

"Since you are going to visit an old friend in Xianyang, bring some gifts."

"Don't be empty-handed, so as not to lose etiquette."

"Well, that's the point!"

Qin Shihuang's eyes shone brightly.

This coward is really good at doing things!

All the things on Zhuocao Mansion are good things.

Take some back and it will open your eyes to the ministers.

He will be punished one by one when he goes back this time.

They usually claim to be extremely smart, and they are all very awesome.

Now?

Even a young man can't compare to a young man!

...

The next day.

Qin Shihuang pulled a cart full of supplies.

Sitting in the carriage, covered with a sheepskin blanket.

Holding a small stove in my hand, my heart is warm.

This stove was from Zhuocao.

It is similar to the hot water bags in later generations, but it is made of bronze.

"I have benefited a lot from this trip to Jingyang."

"It's a pity that he is not my son after all."

"If Fusu had the least strength, I wouldn't have a headache."

Meng Yi's eyes rolled around.

"I think this matter is easy to deal with."

"Zhuo Cao has not yet reached the crown, so he is more married."

"If the emperor really values ​​him, he can betrothed a princess."

"In this way, it's still half a son."

"oh?"

Qin Shihuang immediately understood.

"This plan is great, but..."

"It's not that easy to marry my daughter."

"If he is really talented, I will definitely use it!"

"When he is the most powerful minister, it will not be too late to give him a marriage."

To Qin Shihuang, what is a princess?

As long as it is beneficial to Qin, he doesn't care whether the princess is happy or not.

The princesses were born in the royal family, which was a responsibility they were destined to bear.

By giving marriage, you can control the nobles of the court.

In this way, why not do it?

"Speaking of this, I remember something."

"Where is this real Zhuozheng?"

"According to the letter, he should have arrived in Jingyang early."

Meng Yi shook his head, "I don't know."

"Take the Xuanniao Guard and secretly investigate the matter."

"I have to see people alive, and I have to see corpses when I die!"
Chapter completed!
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