"Um?"

Ying Zheng frowned and looked at Meng Yi calmly.

Meng Yi was so excited that his heart was in his throat, and he hurriedly said, "Young Master, I'm notifying you, isn't you asking about the national debt paper?"

After saying this, he frequently gave Zhao Hao a look.

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: "Is it true?"

"yes!"

Meng Yi said with a confident look: "Honor, have you forgotten? The paper has been made for a while, and this national debt volume has not been issued yet!"

"Oh, the national debt roll, it's almost done"

Zhao Hao and Meng Yi cooperated, and their minds changed rapidly, and were about to talk about the treasury bonds.

But when Ying Zheng waved his hand impatiently, he said, "Okay, stop acting, I really think I'm so fooling!"

"Father, son minister"

"Your Majesty, I."

"Okay, Meng Yi goes out first and let me talk to this kid!"

"promise."

Meng Yi responded to the promise and closed the door casually.

Ying Zheng was worried about the flood in his heart, and was too lazy to talk to Zhao Hao's moji, so he said straight to the point: "Tell me, what are you doing!"

"What is Father's referring to?" Zhao Hao tilted his head.

Ying Zheng snorted coldly: "Don't think I don't know, your purpose here!"

"Oh!"

Zhao Hao shouted and said, "Isn't this the purpose of my son coming here to be heard that my father got angry?"

Ying Zheng sneered: "Then do you know why I got angry?"

"What else can I do? It's probably because my ministers are not doing their job well!"

"Since you know, can you have a way to share my worries?"

Zhao Hao tilted his head: "Why don't your father ask Li Tingwei?"

Ying Zheng glared: "You little brat! Are you asking for a fight?"

He knew that Zhao Hao was still angry about what had happened before, but the country was in trouble and could not tolerate any jokes.

But Zhao Hao was not afraid at all. He took three steps back and raised his hand and signaled: "Hey, one code is the same!"

"Before, Li Tingwei gave his son to his ministers, and his father indulged him, so now he should share his worries with his father. Do you also want to indulge his ministers?"

"you!"

Ying Zheng's eyes were so angry that his eyes were wide open, but he still looked at his son's advice, suppressed his anger and asked with a kind look: "How can my son indulge you if he wants his father?"

"Um"

Zhao Hao thought for a while and said, "It's not too much for me. I'll give me one day of military power!"

"Bang!"

When Ying Zheng heard Zhao Hao's words, he suddenly slapped the table. The cold air leaked out from the cracks of his teeth, and stared at Zhao Hao with a sword: "What do you want to do?"

"I don't do anything, just understand!"

Zhao Hao shrugged and said calmly.

Ying Zheng refused without thinking, "No!"

"Then I'm leaving!"

Zhao Hao said, turning around and leaving without any hesitation.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng became anxious at the time: "Come back!"

"What else does Father have?"

Zhao Hao turned around and asked questions without knowing what he wanted.

"You are a rebellious son!"

Ying Zheng raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Hao, his body trembled a little in anger, as if he was about to be unable to suppress the power of the prehistoric spirit in his heart, and said coldly: "What are you going to do?"

"What are the father worried about?"

Zhao Hao frowned: "I can't force the palace!"

"Ha, you still want to force the palace?"

Ying Zheng was angry at Zhao Hao's words and laughed.

"Who said that, I don't want to! How can you be a salted fish as an emperor?"

"Damn it!"

Seeing that Ying Zheng was about to get angry again, Zhao Hao waved his hand quickly: "Okay, okay, just say, don't you give me one day of military power!"

"snort!"

Ying Zheng snorted coldly, frowned, thought for a while, and finally looked directly at Zhao Hao, saying word by word: "You kid, it's better not to give me too much, otherwise."

"Okay, okay, I know, it's just flood! My father wants money or food, I'm going to find a way for you!"

"Well"

Hearing Zhao Hao's words so relaxed, Ying Zheng's anger disappeared, and he thought seriously, and then said thoughtfully: "Solving disasters is not enough to have money and food alone."

"Oh, that's right!"

Zhao Hao slapped his forehead and suddenly said, "I almost forgot that there is post-disaster reconstruction. This is where we really need to spend a lot of effort!"

"The money and food matter can be solved in a short time. As for post-disaster reconstruction, it may be a bottomless pit. With the current national strength of the Qin Dynasty, it will not last long!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng nodded deeply and said:

"Yes! The manpower, material resources, including financial resources, needed for post-disaster reconstruction, will be a considerable expense!"

As he said that, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Zhao Hao, and said seriously: "What are you doing with good ideas? Why not talk about it!"

"There is a solution, but I want to ask my father a question first!"

“What’s the problem?”

Zhao Hao tilted his head and said, "It's just post-disaster reconstruction. Doesn't it require manpower? The victims who are affected are the best labor force, so why don't they use it?"

"You mean, let those victims participate in the reconstruction process?"

Ying Zheng thought about it carefully and thought this method was feasible.

But Zhao Hao shook his head and said, "It's not that they can participate in the reconstruction, but that they can do it completely. We don't have to give money and food, let them rely on their own hands to get their needs!"

"oh?"

Ying Zheng's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect my son to come up with such a wonderful way! It can not only alleviate the floods and disasters, but also reduce the pressure on the court. It's the best of both worlds!"

"cut!"

Zhao Hao curled his lips: "What's the matter? It's just labor-for-relief!"

“Work-for-relief?”

Ying Zheng was slightly stunned, as if he didn't react.

Zhao Hao raised his hand to hold his forehead, and couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "Father, my son said before that Hu Hai should read more, but now he thinks that you should read more, too!"

"What are you talking about? My father reads more books than you eat!"

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth.

As the talented and stubborn Emperor, he was forced by Lu Buwei and many teachers to learn various knowledge since he was a child.

Not to mention reading a lot of books and reading hundreds of classics, he said that most of the books in Wensi Pavilion were selected and read by him.

If Zhao Hao wants to say that he has a bad temper, he will tolerate it.

But how can I bear this if he is not studying?

"Okay, if you say I have little study, then I will prove it to you. My capable minister in the Qin Dynasty, do you understand what you said about labor-for-relief!"

After the words came, Ying Zheng immediately shouted outside the door: "Meng Yi, pass on my will and let Li Si, Feng Quji and others come to the study to see me!"

As he said that, he suddenly remembered something and added: "Also, let the person who just now come back quickly and say that I have thought of a way to relieve the disaster!"

"Well"

Zhao Hao's mouth twitched, thinking, "Is there anyone like you who is like a father?" Use your son's strategy to show off!

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