Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

When the first snowflakes fall, the cold winter officially arrives.

Zhang Yuanqing wore warm clothes even in the room.

"cough cough"

"Ada, is there any news about the battle situation on the front line today?"

"My Lord, the King has just sent over today's battle report. Please take a look."

"Ahem, bring it here."

Wang: Our army has fought against the Han army twice and won both battles.

The weather is cold now, and the people of Nanyang in South Korea are suffering from hunger and cold. Lord Yao Jia has sent people to spread the news in Nanyang. Now the people of Nanyang are in chaos, and Lord Yao Jia is contacting the Han general Ning Teng, preparing to persuade him to surrender to Qin.

"Ahem, ahem, Nanyang Korea can no longer be defended. We must arrange for the resettlement of the people of Nanyang in advance. Ahem, A-Da, prepare the car and go to the palace."

"Master Hou!"

The Marquis's health had not recovered to begin with, and now the snow had made it even worse. Now he wants to go out, and what if he catches a cold?

"Go quickly, I have something important to discuss with the king."

Zhangtai Palace

At today's court session, the three dukes and nine ministers have already read the battle reports from the front line.

"Your Majesty, the land of Nanyang will soon belong to the Qin State."

Changping Jun was wearing the prime minister's official uniform and standing in the first row with Wei Zhuang.

"Since Yao Jia has spread the news that Qin is willing to accept the people of Han, we must prepare."

"Your Majesty, all the food and fodder in the treasury has been shipped to the front line of the war. There is no extra food to accommodate more people."

Ying Yuanshen was in charge of the financial power. Ying Zheng himself might not know how much wealth he had, but Ying Yuanshen knew.

"Your Majesty, you can purchase food and fodder from the State of Chu."

"Yes, didn't the paper, salt, and glass that the Marquis invented this year make a fortune? Why not buy food and fodder?"

Imperial Censor Feng Jie asked.

If you don’t manage the household, you won’t know about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

Ying Yuanshen sighed and said to Ying Zheng, "Your Majesty, this year's profits are indeed quite good, but the expenses are also huge."

"Nowadays, there are workers in paper mills, printing houses, ironworks, salt factories, etc., and each of them needs a monthly salary. In addition, the military rank system has been reformed, and the soldiers' salaries have also been greatly increased. All of these things require money. If we spend all the money now, how will we pay the workers at the end of the month, and how will we pay the hundreds of thousands of soldiers? I have to think about this, Your Majesty."

Upon hearing this, the court officials began to discuss the matter, and Ying Zheng fell silent.

It turns out that I am still so poor.

"Report, my king, the marquis is outside seeking an audience."

Marquis? Which marquis does the Qin State still have now?

Zhang Yuanqing!

He served as the Minister of Justice and was granted the title of Marquis.

Ying Zheng was so shocked that he almost stood up, "Quick, please invite Zhang Qing in."

It's snowing outside, why did Zhang Qing go out?

How could these people let Zhang Qing wait outside!

What to do if you get frozen!

"cough cough"

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

It’s still the familiar formula and the familiar way of appearance.

Two months later, Zhang Yuanqing came to court for the first time.

Fortunately, there were a lot of things to do in the morning court today, so it was delayed until now.

"Meet the king."

The ministers automatically made way for Zhang Yuanqing, and Shi Yi went down to get the hand warmer without Ying Zheng's instructions.

Ying Zheng looked at Shi Yi with appreciation, and found that Shi Yi was becoming more and more discerning.

"Get up quickly."

"Shi Yi, give the hand warmer to Zhang Qing."

In such a solemn hall, he can hold a hand warmer to keep warm. Only Zhang Yuanqing has such treatment.

All the nobles: Envy! Jealousy!

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Holding the heater, Zhang Yuanqing carefully protected it against his chest. After a while, he felt the warmth in his chest and his breathing felt much smoother.

"Your Majesty, I came here today to help settle the people of Han."

He didn't care what others thought, but Ying Yuanshen was happy. If the occasion wasn't inappropriate, he really wanted to go over and have a good chat with the Marquis. The Marquis's mind was full of ways to make money.

"Mr. Zhang, please speak."

"Your Majesty, when you were preparing to attack Han, I sent letters to several merchants who had come to me, asking them to purchase a large amount of grain. Four days ago, I received their reply that the matter has been completed and is being shipped to General Meng. Your Majesty, please send a message to General Meng Ao and ask them to send someone to receive it."

As he spoke, Zhang Yuanqing took out the letter paper and said, "Your Majesty, this is the route their caravan uses to transport food and fodder."

In order to prevent the route from being leaked, Ying Zheng put the letter away after reading it.

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhang is thoughtful and considerate. He is a wise minister of mine."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. I am where I am today because of your high regard for me. Ahem, I shall certainly share your worries."

"Zhang Qing, please take care of yourself. The winter in Qin State is cold, so you should be extra careful."

Seeing that Zhang Yuanqing had been coughing since entering the palace, although Ying Zheng was happy that the problem was solved, he was also worried about Zhang Yuanqing's health.

"Yes, my Lord, please take good care of yourself and don't catch a cold."

Although Wei Zhuang is over fifty years old, he takes good care of himself and is in good health. Standing next to Zhang Yuanqing and looking at the man who is a little shaky, Wei Zhuang is really worried.

How many years does it take to produce such a great talent? Why didn't God give him a good body?

How unfortunate, yet how fortunate.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty, and thank you, Prime Minister."

Zhang Yuanqing was wearing an official uniform with a thick cotton coat underneath, but he still felt cold. Seeing that Wei Zhuang was wearing even less than himself, he was really envious.

"Your Majesty, most villages have now built kangs. Most villages now have two, so everyone can share warmth in the winter, saving firewood. This winter, I'm sure no one in Qin will freeze to death."

"Your Majesty, I have been working with the farmers to improve the soil in Qin State, and we have completed the work. Now we are just waiting for next year's spring plowing."

Wang Wan had been busy the entire autumn, and his once robust body had become somewhat thinner. It seemed that he had suffered a lot from running around all day.

"Haha, good, Wang Wan did a great job on this matter, he deserves a reward, and the farmers will be rewarded as well."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

At this moment, Wang Wan felt that all the fatigue of the past few months was swept away, and even forgot the smell of excrement.

If Qin has a good harvest next year, the people will definitely remember my achievements, Wang Wan. Perhaps even thousands of years later, my name will still be passed down.

Wang Wan showed his big white teeth and smiled without any concealment. His colleagues around him gritted their teeth at his smug look.

It's just a reward from the king, there's nothing to be proud of.

The court meeting discussed some more things and ended for the day. It was already Si time.

When I left the hall, snowflakes were still falling outside.

"Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest. I believe next year will be a bumper harvest."

Meng Tian was on duty today, so he was guarding outside the hall. When Zhang Yuanqing went in, he handed the coat to Meng Tian. Now that Zhang Yuanqing came out, Meng Tian carefully shook off the snowflakes on it before helping Zhang Yuanqing put it on.

"My Lord, please take care of your own health, even if you care about the people."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing fastened his belt and thanked Meng Tian: "Thank you, Guard Meng, I will pay attention."