While scolding Li Mu, Ying Chengqiu stood up and rolled up his sleeves, looking like he wanted to capture Li Mu and teach him a lesson.

Li Si lamely stopped Ying Chengjiao.

"This is not the fault of Zhao Wu'an, but this is the fault."

Ying Chengqiu swayed from side to side, trying to chase Li Mu.

Li Si also swayed his body left and right to block Ying Chengjiao.

After shaking like this for a few times, Li Mu had already left the hall and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"well!"

He pulled Li Si to sit in the guest seat.

Ying Chengqi sighed bitterly at first, and then said seriously with a serious face: "The drunkard is my disciple. In the end, Chengqiu is not disciplined strictly, which causes the left prime minister to almost lose his life. The ruler will accept the mistakes of the disciple. If the left prime minister has any complaints, please use this sword to cut the head of the clever prince."

Bang~

Shake your hands and remove the sword from your waist.

Ying Chengqiu smashed the sword and the scabbard on the table beside Li Si, which was unparalleled.

Han Fei lowered his head silently.

You, while belittling the art, you are enjoying using it.

Thumb~

As soon as Li Si snatched from the seat, he knelt down in front of Ying Chengzi.

"The will of Chang'an Lord is the will of the Great Qin Dynasty. Even if there are thousands of Li Si, it is not enough for Chang'an Lord to die! Please don't say such words again!"

Ying Chengqi hurriedly pulled Li Si up, pulled him a few times but didn't pull him, and hurriedly said, "The Left Prime Minister is a great talent, and he is the foundation of Qin. Chengqi is just a clerk, how can he compare with the Left Prime?"

Han Fei sighed as he listened to the words of the two.

It would be better to go back to the house to continue writing "Han Feizi".

After half a cup of tea time has passed.

Ying Chengqiu sat in the main seat, Li Si was sitting in the guest seat, and the servant brought a chair to Han Fei and placed it between them.

Li Si looked at Han Fei who was sitting steadily and was not strange, and he was slightly surprised.

Didn’t your senior brother feel that it’s inappropriate?

"I don't know what the Zuo Prime Minister is coming here? But if there is a successor who can help, the Zuo Prime Minister is just talking."

Li Si sat on a wooden chair and bowed his head, and said with a pleading in his words: "I want my eldest son to go to Shangjun with the prince and ask the Lord of Chang'an to take care of you."

Ying Chengqiu glanced at Han Fei, his eyes full of inquiries.

Have you told Li Si about your going to Shangjun?

But when I saw Han Fei was looking at him, his eyes were full of questions.

Did the Lord General tell his junior brother about going to Shangjun?

When the two looked at each other, they knew that the other party had not told them about this.

"The Zuo Xiang is too kind to the courtesy, relax."

Pressing Li Si's arched hand, Ying Chengqi smiled and said, "If you tell me this matter, just say it to my eldest nephew, or tell your Majesty, how can I find the Chang'an Lord Mansion? I won't go to the bitter and cold place of Shangjun."

Li Si was unlikely to know that Samba went to Shangjun, and he threw his eldest son to Shangjun, if it wasn't for studying with Samba.

That should be to hold my nephew's thigh, but I shouldn't have found me for this matter.

"Yu'er wants to join the army and go to the battlefield to make achievements."

"Um?"

"Um?"

Ying Chengqiu and Han Fei stared at the same time.

Han Fei opened his mouth and closed it again. He was not good at speaking and took paper and pen to sketch... Han Fei had just started writing, and Ying Chengqiu, who had no words, had already expressed his thoughts, and this time he was not pretentious.

"You are the left prime minister of the Qin Dynasty. Your eldest son wants to join the army? Is he crazy?"

...

Han, Yiyang.

Lu's jewelry shop, back room.

The old god Lu Buwei was lying on the recliner on the ground, swaying and enjoying himself.

According to modern algorithms, this back room is 200 square meters, with twenty-two people sitting on chairs and surrounding Lu Buwei.

"All Shangdangs have settled in, and they are waiting for the merchants to send."

"Huayang has sufficient manpower and needs to subvert the local trade system, which can be done in ten days."

"The number of pigeons and hawks is sufficient, which can ensure that the news of each city in South Korea can reach Yiyang for up to two days."

“…”

Twenty-two people reported the news in an orderly manner. After one person finished speaking, he was silent for ten days, and then the next person would continue to report.

Soon, all the twenty-two people reported, and they were quietly waiting for Lu Buwei who was lying on the rocking chair and closing his eyes.

Not long after, Lu Buwei's eyes opened slightly, and the speed of the rocking chair slowed down.

"Check how many horses Xinzheng has left the city and how many horses he has entered the city, and report them once a day."

"only."

"Summarize the grain prices in each city, copy them all on a piece of paper, and hand them over to me every day."

"only."

"The amount of grain stored in the Han area is not considered aristocrats, how long can all the people in the Han area eat?"

"If you want to supply the entire Korean land, you can eat for the past ten years of food, which will last for the Korean people for one month."

"Hmm? Is this true?"

As soon as the rocking chair stopped, Lu Buwei stood up and stared at the young man who had just spoken.

"Listen clearly, I'm talking about all the people in South Korea."

The young man is very serious.

"This is a conservative estimate, and it is calculated based on the Korean people's full meal. If you only want the Korean people to live, you can last for two and a half months."

"Oh."

Lu Buwei laughed and shook his head, thinking that things were very funny.

"Since that's the case, then you guys will start to move. At a price twice as high as the market, we will eat as much as we have."

Twenty-two people heard Lu Buwei's words and looked at each other.

Some frowned slightly, some looked suspicious, and some looked at Lu Buwei in scrutiny.

"If you have something to say, let me tell you clearly. When you leave this house, everyone must act according to my order."

A man in blue-shirt with suspicion in his eyes slapped the paper in his hand on his leg.

"The merchants came from Xianyang and may not be able to connect to South Korea. The top ten iron ores in South Korea are in our hands, and we are not short of iron."

Someone took the lead, and others also spoke, saying everything and saying it.

"The other iron ore in South Korea combined, the iron output is less than 10% of our iron ore."

"The amount of iron produced in South Korea has far exceeded that of iron smelting furnaces in various places. The amount of iron that cement furnaces can eat. No matter how much iron is collected, it is useless to keep it in our hands."

"If a businessman wants to launch a war, he does not need to buy iron from outside. If he wants to break the Korean market at the price of iron, this is a delusion."

"Han is the place with the largest number of iron ore in the world. In the past, there were powerful bows and crossbows in the world all came from the reputation of Han. No matter how we buy iron, we can't collect it."

"Unless the power of the court is introduced to control all iron ore in South Korea, there will never be a shortage of iron in South Korea."

"The merchants break the deadlock with iron, but they are still good in other places, but they can't play with it. In my opinion, it's better to collect grain, and there's no grain to live. Whoever seizes the grain will have the right to speak."

“…”

Lu Buwei listened quietly to everyone's words and did not speak out.

It was not until everyone spoke for a quarter of an hour that their voices became smaller and smaller, and Lu Buwei smiled.

"What is my number?"

"merchant."

Everyone answered.

"There is a name that is wrongly called by Chang'an Jun Mansion, and no nickname that is wrong. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just do what I said."

Well, after saying so much, the disciple of Jun Shang didn’t listen at all. Han and Guanzhong are different!

Such a stubborn and self-righteous way, it seems that the Korean war is very difficult to fight.
To be continued...