Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

Chapter 213 Flood

"General Wang Ben captured an island overseas, and Your Majesty named it Ryukyu."

"Ryukyu is in great need of talented people. Are you willing to go there?"

Liu Ji was surprised for a moment after hearing this, and then began to think carefully.

"Ryukyu is mainly mining, and there will be caravans coming soon. They have abundant aquatic products. If they are made into delicacies, I believe the residents of Qin will like them."

"You can follow the caravan and look for opportunities together."

Seeing Liu Ji hesitate for a moment, Zhang Yuanqing was not in a hurry.

"You can go back and think it over carefully before making a decision. If you don't want to, that's fine. There are still opportunities within the Qin Kingdom."

Hearing the Right Prime Minister's words, Liu Ji stood up and said, "Right Prime Minister, I am willing to go to Ryukyu."

Liu Ji knew that His Majesty had sent his son to govern Ryukyu, and he believed that once there, he would have the opportunity to display his talents.

"Then take this letter and go find General Wang Ben. He will be setting out to sea again soon. Go with him."

"Thank you, Right Prime Minister."

After Liu Ji left, Qingque had already prepared the medicinal bath.

Zhang Yuanqing cooperated and soaked in the water for half an hour until he felt unwell and got up.

Gao Yi and Dali helped Zhang Yuanqing put on her pajamas.

I lay on the bed and fell asleep soon.

When the first snow of winter fell, Zhang Yuanqing never left the room again.

I move between the dormitory and the study all day long.

Fusu often came to see his teacher. Seeing that his teacher had been coughing all day since the cold weather, he did not allow Hu Hai to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion again to disturb his teacher's rest.

Helplessly, Zhang Yuanqing could only give the booklet he had written to Dali and asked him to give it to the Mohist school so that Prince Hu Hai could study with them.

In his spare time, Zhang Yuanqing started writing some things, which he never let others read.

Even Fusu didn't know what the teacher was writing.

Winter is always long. When the snow melts, it is time for spring plowing.

Zi Gao had arranged for farmers in his fiefdom to start preparing for large-scale grain planting.

Jiang Lu has been following Meng Tian for many years and is now a brave young general in the army.

As the weather gets warmer, people all over Qin start to busy themselves with farming.

As grains of food are planted one by one, it is expected that there will be another bountiful harvest in autumn.

Zhang Yuanqing had been cooped up in the room for a whole winter and could finally go out and bask in the sun.

The midday sun was exceptionally warm. He lay on the lounge chair under the old tree, covered with a thin blanket, swaying leisurely.

After spring plowing, the rain began to increase.

The situation in Xianyang is fine, but many places in the south have had light rain for several days in a row.

The rain continued for half a month without stopping.

When Fusu came to visit his teacher, he talked about this matter.

“The climate wasn’t like this in previous years.”

Fusu nodded.

"I'm afraid there's going to be a flood. Return to the palace and report to His Majesty so he can make early arrangements."

Upon hearing this, Fusu did not dare to be careless and immediately stood up and left.

Zhang Yuanqing got up and returned to the study.

"System, can you provide a method to prevent epidemics after a flood?"

Sitting at the desk, Zhang Yuanqing awakened the system that had been silent for a long time.

Soon, a voice came from the system.

"Host, the system has detected that your actions are beneficial to achieving the system's goals. The host requests approval this time."

"Host request has been issued, please check."

The system finally became generous for a while, and Zhang Yuanqing happily took out the method of defending against post-flood epidemics from the system backpack.

The summary is very comprehensive. Although some of the solutions cannot be achieved with current technology, we can find a compromise.

Zhang Yuanqing picked up a pen and slowly wrote down the method. By the time he finished, it was already the end of the afternoon.

"Gao Yi, send this memorial to the palace."

"promise."

"My Lord, you have been busy for a long time. Do you need something to eat?"

Qingque walked in and asked in a low voice.

If the Marquis had not ordered anyone not to disturb her, she would have been unable to resist coming in.

"Okay, go and arrange it."

Then, Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his wrist, stood up, and lay on the recliner.

Qingque carefully covered the Marquis with a thin quilt and then left.

When Qingque came in with the rice porridge, the maid stopped Qingque.

"The Marquis is asleep in there."

The maid said in a low voice, and Qingque started to cry when she heard it.

He turned around and left with the rice porridge.

Several maids were also worried.

When Zhang Yuanqing woke up again, there was only a candle left in the room.

Qingque and others heard the noise inside, pushed open the door and walked in.

Arranging toiletries.

"Why are Qingque's eyes red? Who bullied him?"

Zhang Yuanqing took the handkerchief and wiped his face, looking at Qingque in confusion.

"I will never be bullied here, Lord. I just bumped into something while walking."

Qingque smiled, lowered his head, and looked a little embarrassed.

Zhang Yuanqing chuckled when he saw this.

"Be careful next time. Nothing serious has happened in our house. Is it serious?"

Qingque shook his head and said nothing.

He took the handkerchief from the Marquis's hand and placed it in the basin, then turned around and walked out with his men.

Soon, food was served.

Zhang Yuanqing had just gotten up and was not very hungry, so he slowly drank half a bowl of rice porridge.

"Why is it so little, my Lord? Is it not to your liking?"

Zhang Yuanqing shook his head: "No, it's better to eat less at night, otherwise I won't be able to sleep later."

Just as the two were talking, there was a noise outside.

"What's all the fuss?"

Zhang Yuanqing walked out of the door and the maid quickly brought clothes and put them on Zhang Yuanqing.

Soon, Gao Yi and Dali came over.

"My Lord, the guards found a thief. He actually tried to set fire to the mansion, but he has been apprehended by the guards."

"Is anyone hurt?"

"Don't worry, my lord. No one was hurt."

In this way, Zhang Yuanqing felt relieved.

"Those on night patrol must also be careful and stay safe."

"promise."

The news from the Prime Minister's Mansion soon reached the palace.

When Ying Zheng heard that someone dared to assassinate the prime minister, he immediately became furious.

Even though the assassin was dead, he was still executed by being torn apart by a chariot.

The next day, people from all over the city gathered to watch the man being torn to pieces by a chariot, and there was a burst of cheers.

As time went by, floods indeed occurred in many places in the south of Qin. Fortunately, all counties had received the imperial edict and made sufficient preparations, so the casualties were not great.

It's just a pity for the crops that were planted.

Ying Zheng was in the Zhangtai Palace, looking at the memorials coming in from all over. He breathed a sigh of relief when he knew that there was no large-scale spread of the epidemic.

The Qin State cannot afford the loss of population now.

"I plan to wait until June to hold your wedding."

Fusu was stunned for a moment after hearing this before he reacted.

"Thank you, father."

"As long as you are satisfied. You chose the Crown Princess yourself. After marriage, the couple should live in harmony. Hope to have children soon."

These words made Fusu blush again.

"Father, the teacher said it's best for girls to have children after they turn eighteen. I don't think there's any rush."

Ying Zheng put down the memorial in his hand and glanced at his son, feeling annoyed.

"I am doing this for your teacher."