Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

Within a few days, Zhang Yuanqing received a reply from Ying Zheng, along with an imperial edict appointing officials from Nanyang.

After getting approval, Chen Yan, Wu Ke, Yue Ru and others recommended by Zhang Yuanqing began to take office. As they were given instructions one by one, Zhang Yuanqing felt that he had less things to do and returned to the days when he just had to speak and others had to run around for him.

Unlike the leisurely atmosphere here at Zhang Yuanqing's place, the whole of Nanyang was in an uproar at this time.

"Are you really going to give us some land?"

The old man was about thirty years old, but his temples were already gray. He was wearing the only thick coat in his home. He waited with the crowd and asked the people next to him anxiously.

"I heard that. Didn't someone come to our house to inquire about it a while ago? This time, the land is being divided according to population."

The man who was speaking had a hunched back, and his thin clothes could not keep out the wind and frost in the winter, but he did not care. As long as he could get more land, he could grow more food next year. He didn't dare to think about having enough to eat, but at least his family would not starve to death.

"I know about this." The person who spoke was a young man in his teens, with joy on his rough face.

"It was the officials from Qin who ordered the land to be divided. Didn't a lot of people die some time ago? The land of those people will be divided among us. I heard that the officials sent by the king of Qin are gods who can increase grain production." When the young man said this, he lowered his voice and looked mysterious.

The people around were stunned.

"Goddess! Is the King of Qin willing to let him come to us?"

"That's right, don't talk nonsense."

"Don't disbelieve me," the young man said anxiously, seeing everyone's doubt. He quickly told everyone the news he had heard yesterday: "I heard this from others. Everyone is spreading it, so it must be true. It is said that the fairy has many powerful magic skills. Not only can she make the land grow more crops, but she can also produce salt. I heard that the people in Qin now use that very white salt. It tastes so good."

!!!

Delicious salt?

The people all eat it!

"Salt is expensive, don't lie. If the people of Qin eat it, how rich must Qin be?"

"I know that." Just as everyone was discussing this, another voice came in. Everyone looked over and saw a man in his twenties, his clothes a few puddings thinner than theirs. "I heard from those merchants that the King of Qin loves his people, and now no one is allowed to sell salt in Qin. You can only buy it at places designated by the government. The salt sold by the government is the salt you just mentioned. The people of Qin call it fine salt. Three Qin half liang can buy a lot, enough for six people to eat for a month." As he spoke, the man took out a few Qin half liang and then a Korean currency, with a proud look on his face: "Look, this is what I exchanged with someone, one Korean currency for one Qin half liang."

The people around couldn't help but look at the coins the man took out, and some of them touched them carefully out of curiosity.

Although the people in the distance didn't see what the Qin Ban Liang looked like or how much it was worth, they knew the Korean won. One Korean won was worth one Qin Ban Liang, and three Qin Ban Liangs could buy enough salt to feed six people for a month. It was so cheap! And the salt was actually made by gods.

The king of Qin is really good to the people.

Seeing many people looking forward to it, the man said, "I heard that after the land is divided, we can take the money at home to the government to exchange for this Qin Banliang. Then we can also buy the fine salt."

"real!"

"Is it much more expensive when sold to us?"

"That's right, we are not from Qin. How can we buy it for three Qin half taels?"

"What you said makes us not Qin people!" The man was unhappy. "Do you think Nanyang belongs to Qin now? Then why are we not Qin people? If we are Qin people, why can't we buy salt cheaply? The King of Qin is so kind, he will definitely not treat us differently."

After he said this, many people nodded subconsciously.

Yes, they are now considered Qin people.

Since they are Qin people, the king of Qin is also their king.

The king is so good to the people, how could he be mean to them?

Word spread from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and from a hundred to a thousand. Soon the people of Nanyang knew that the King of Qin loved the people and was a kind king who would rather lose money than let the people eat the salt made by the gods.

For a moment, the people of Nanyang seemed oblivious to the winter chill. Their hearts burned with enthusiasm, filled with anticipation for the future. Even their level of cooperation improved significantly, leaving Chen Yan, Wu Ke, and the others once again impressed by their superior's methods.

High, really high.

This not only changed the king's image in the hearts of the people and won their recognition, eliminating the people's resistance to the Qin State, but also made the people voluntarily cooperate with officials in doing things.

Also, if the people of Nanyang recognize the Qin State, the news will naturally spread. Who is most likely to be affected?

It must be the Korean people.

The people of Nanyang are living a good life. What do the people of South Korea think?

Wait till the day...

Lord Zhang is indeed a man of unrivalled talent, and his farsightedness is beyond their reach.

Could it be that Lord Zhang is really a fairy as the rumors say?

Zhang Yuanqing, who was lying at home, did not expect that the rumors outside were becoming more and more outrageous, and even several talents he valued began to spread rumors about his own life experiences.

He originally wanted to use the message to eliminate the resistance of some people towards the Qin State, but who knew that the message would spread like wildfire and become known as a god.

When Ada came back and told the story, Zhang Yuanqing could only sigh at the rich imagination of the ancient people.

No wonder there are so many mythological stories passed down from previous lives. It would be impossible without some imagination.

But fortunately the result was good.

The image of the king who loves his people like his own children has been initially established.

As a former Korean general, Ning Teng was most familiar with Korean generals. Naturally, he took the lead in this attack on Korea.

Meng Ao, Heng Qian and Ning Teng discussed the plan of attacking Han in detail. Heimian and other deputy generals who followed Ning Teng to Qin were naturally happy to see that their general was so valued. They all thought that when they could attack Han, they must make more military achievements to bring honor to the general.

Fusu has been following General Meng Ao these days, and he is almost eating and sleeping with him.

The small notebook was already filled with thick pages of information. Every day when General Meng Ao had free time, he would ask a hundred thousand questions, which left Meng Ao dumbfounded.

Who spread the rumor that the eldest son is gentle, polite and a modest gentleman?

come out!

I’ll beat you to death!

How can this be called a modest gentleman? He talks more than a chatterbox!

The thief's misunderstanding has caused great harm to this general.

"General Meng, can Fusu come in?"

Meng Ao had just seen Ning Teng off, had a sip of tea and prepared to rest for a while, and wiped his sword by the way.

This is the sword that the king had newly forged using Zhang Yuanqing's forging method. He treasured it as soon as he got it. This time when he attacks Han, he will definitely let the sword drink blood and kill all the villains.

When Meng Ao heard Fusu's words, he was so excited that he almost cut his finger with the sword.