"Han Xin is willing to serve His Majesty and follow His Majesty back to Xianyang.”
Han Xin's eyes were filled with determination as he bowed to Ying Zheng.
"Prepare your mother's funeral properly. I will go first. After you settle the matters here, they will bring you safely to Xianyang.”
Ying Zheng smiled faintly. He was very happy with Han Xin's choice.
After saying that, he pointed at a group of Iron Eagle Sword Guards not far away.
Han Xin glanced at the group of Iron Eagle Sword Guards and nodded his little head.
"Did you hear that?"
Ying Zheng looked at the group of Iron Eagle Guards and asked.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will definitely bring Han Xin back to Xianyang safely.”
The hundred Iron Eagle Guard generals immediately made a military pledge.
"After completing the mission, all your subordinates will be promoted by one rank, and you will be promoted to a Thousand General.”
Ying Zheng's casual words had decided their fates in the future.
"Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Hundreds of Iron Eagle Guards immediately thanked him in unison.
"Let's go back to Xianyang!"
Ying Zheng walked straight to his carriage, and then slowly walked in.
Soon, the mighty team left this place and headed towards the distant road.
Han Xin looked at the group of armored soldiers and then at the imperial carriage that was gradually disappearing into the distance, his small eyes filled with determination.
Turning around and returning to his room, Han Xin came to his mother's body and whispered,""Mother, don't worry. I will definitely complete my father's last wish and bring glory to the Han family.”
After returning to the imperial carriage, Ying Zheng immediately lay down.
After a long time of hard work, his trip to Si Water City was not in vain.
He had captured all the famous talents in one fell swoop.
Fan Kuai, Zhou Bo, and the others had already followed Cao Can to the southern border to join the army.
Xiao He went to Kuaiji to take up his post, while Liu Ji was brought back to Xianyang by him.
As for Zhang Liang and Xiang Yu, Ying Zheng had not thought about them yet.
These two people had an irreconcilable enmity with Great Qin, and they hated Great Qin to the bone.
It was difficult to let go of the hatred between countries and families.
Even if he let bygones be bygones, it would be difficult for these two people to truly be used by Great Qin.
It's a pity to kill him, but it's useless to use him.
As for Chen Ping, he was similar to Li Si.
They were both conspiracy masters, but Chen Ping should still be underage. Let him experience the hardships of the human world first!
The nurturing of generals and strategists was different.
He had to take the Hetao from the Xiongnu and drive them to the north of the Yin Mountains.
Only then would Great Qin be able to nurture high-quality warhorses in the Hetao Farm, preparing for Great Qin's cavalry to gallop across the desert.
He had to take down the Bai Yue as well. No matter how much he had to pay, in the future, when he built the voyage squadron, there would be many natural harbors in the south.
More importantly, he needed to find high-yield rice so that he could reclaim the fertile land in the south.
With high-yield rice, even if Great Qin's population increased by several times, it would not be a problem.
As long as there was high-yield food, the people would also be very active in cooperating with the construction of water conservancy projects.
As such, they had to attack the Southern Border and destroy Xi Ou. Only by destroying Xi Ou would Great Qin be able to attack Luoyue.
The Champa City Rice was on Luoyue's land, and that land was something that Great Qin was determined to obtain.
This was related to Great Qin's plans for the next hundred years, and they could not afford to fail.
He would also invite the grandmasters of the farming families to Xianyang and teach them some crossbreeding techniques so that they could figure it out themselves.
As for when he would figure it out, that would depend on heaven's will.
In an era without precision instruments, the hybrid technique could only be a waste of time and effort. It also depended on luck.
Once it succeeded, all the sacrifices would be worth it.
Most of the Qin country's population lived in the north, while the southern border was vast and sparsely populated. The wilderness was everywhere, wasting great land.
As long as they vigorously built water conservancy projects, dug ditches, and taught them multiple planting techniques, the annual grain production could double again.
As such, Ying Zheng was not worried that Great Qin would run out of food at all. He was only worried that the population would be too small, and he did not know when Great Qin would be able to fully develop into an industrial civilization.
With the money from the national treasury, it was impossible to start a school and preach.
And even if the national treasury had enough money, where could he find so many people who were as proficient in science and technology and familiar with industrial production as him?
Could it be that he had to teach them one by one?
How long would he have to teach her?
After pondering for a moment, Ying Zheng thought of the key point.
As the saying goes, a single spark can start a prairie fire.
All he needed to do was issue an edict to take in some talented youths as disciples and become a teacher to impart knowledge to these talented youths. After so many years, these youths 'disciples, their disciples' disciples, would continue to circulate endlessly. In less than a few decades, there would be no shortage of manpower when the national education was launched, right?
However, it had been decades!
Could he still live to that day?
According to the historical records in his memory, he would die in nine years, which was the thirty-seventh year of the First Emperor.
He still had so many unfinished business, how could he just give up like this?
However, even if he was the supreme being of the world and controlled the fate of the people of the world, he could not control his own fate. How tragic was that?
Unknowingly, Ying Zheng gradually fell asleep. He seemed to be able to see the scene of his younger self being bullied in Handan City.
Only that kind little girl called Afang had always protected him.
He would never forget the girl's innocence, her smile, and her incomparably radiant face.
But Fang was dead. She was covered in blood and kept asking for help.
However, he was held down by a few people and could only watch this scene helplessly.
That beautiful face began to look ferocious. Her face was covered in blood as she kept walking towards him.
Right at this moment, Ying Zheng woke up from his nightmare. He had been having this dream for many years.
Every time, he would be heartbroken and sweat profusely.
Opening his eyes, Ying Zheng's deep black pupils revealed a look of reminiscence, and he muttered in a voice that only he could hear,""Ah Fang…"
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