"To conquer the Xiongnu, we need a large amount of grain. However, the weather is not good this year, and the national treasury is not full of grain.”
"The grain in the national treasury is either used to fight against the Xiongnu or to provide disaster relief.”
"Famine is the most important thing. If the people can't survive the winter, I'm afraid it will cause a rebellion.”
"But if we don't send a large army to guard the northern frontier and the Xiongnu invade, the people won't just starve. They'll even lose their lives.”
"What about the corvee for the Great Wall? They were all remnants of the Six Nations. If they were not fed to their fill, no one would be able to live in peace.”
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The discussions in the court became more and more intense.
Zhao Gao's death seemed insignificant compared to the use of the grain in the national treasury.
In this period of time, hunger followed like a shadow. Whether or not an empire was strong enough depended largely on food.
Even if there were millions of soldiers, they would be useless without rations.
If the people under his rule were hungry, they would rebel.
What was a human heart?
Food was the human heart!
If the First Emperor was sitting there, the ministers would probably listen to what he had to say.
But now, it was the young master of the country, Ying Zimo.
Even if the Little Lord could kill a thousand Zhao Gao, he wouldn't be able to produce a thousand dans of food.
Moreover, the Little Lord had grown up in luxury. How would he know how scary it was to be hungry?
Don't ask him why he didn't eat meat. He was already considered sensible.
Ying Zimo silently watched as the ministers argued.
"At this time, the Qin country is mainly limited by the production of agricultural products."
At this moment, the system's voice suddenly sounded.
After killing Zhao Gao, Great Qin's threat would be reduced, and the country's fate would increase.
[Reward: 500 catties of potatoes.]
Potato?
Hearing this word, Ying Zimo, who was having a headache, suddenly pricked up his ears.
How high was the production of this thing?
One mu of land could produce five thousand catties!
If it was taken care of properly, it could even weigh seven to eight thousand catties per mu!
Moreover, it would ripen in more than two months. Sowing these 500 catties of potatoes would be just enough to solve the urgent need!
"Can we divide the rations into two portions? One portion will be given to the disaster victims first, and the other portion will be used to recruit the army. We can wait until spring next year when the situation has calmed down before sending more rations?”
Fu Su couldn't bear it.
The Confucians pursued benevolence and love. He had never thought of giving up on the people.
"Sigh, it is true that the people are starving. If the soldiers in the army can't fill their stomachs, how can they guard the border?”
Meng Tian shook her head slightly.
Li Si smiled bitterly." Eldest Young Master, if you take care of both, I'm afraid you'll lose both."”
"This matter should still be reported to His Majesty Qin Shi Huang for him to decide.”
This question was unsolvable.
Because this was a multiple choice question.
Either the commoners or Great Qin's soldiers would starve, unless they could find food out of thin air.
Whatever he chose would be wrong, so he could only throw the problem to Ying Zheng.
They knew that the First Emperor, Ying Zheng, would most likely provide the army with food first, not because of cruelty, but because of rationality.
But even if they knew, no one would make a decision for the First Emperor, because no one could bear the responsibility. If they were not careful, they might lose their heads.
"Everyone, calm down."
A slightly immature voice spread throughout the entire venue.
The Imperial Court, which had been in a heated debate, slowly quieted down.
Everyone looked at Ying Zimo, who was sitting in front of the small table.
The meaning in his gaze was probably that this was an adult's matter, why should a child butt in?
It wasn't that he didn't respect Ying Zimo.
In their eyes, Ying Zimo clearly didn't have the experience to deal with such a situation.
If it was not handled properly, it could lead to a huge disaster.
The Little Lord wouldn't say something ridiculous later, right?
Ying Zimo's face was full of seriousness as he asked,"
"When do the Xiongnu invade?”
Meng Tian cupped her hands and said," According to the military reports from the border, the Xiongnu have been making frequent movements recently. It won't last more than a month."”
"Nineteenth brother, this is a serious matter. Don't get involved.”
Fu Su said with a frown.
He was afraid that Ying Zimo would get into trouble.
Moreover, this matter was not something he could decide.
Hearing this, Ying Zimo ignored Fu Su and asked,"
"If we want to help the people, how much food is needed for disaster relief?”
"At least 100,000 stones."
Although he felt that it could not solve the problem.
However, the Little Lord was the country's supervisor after all. Since he had asked, he had to answer.
"100,000 stones!"
Ying Zimo closed his eyes and calculated for a while, then said,
"Prime Minister Li, General Meng, tell me the truth.”
"According to Imperial Father's temperament, he would probably transfer all the rations to the army, right?”
In fact, even if he did not say it, the ministers who were familiar with Ying Zheng knew it in their hearts.
How could Ying Zheng allow the non-humankind to invade his territory and cause the national prestige to fall?
If the Xiongnu invaded, not to mention the people who did not have food, even those who had surplus food in their homes would be robbed.
At that time, more people would die.
Indeed, Li Si, Meng Tian, Wang Jian, and Fu Su were all silent.
"In that case, speed is the most important thing in war. I will make the decision for Imperial Father.”
"The grain in the treasury will be used to protect the northern frontier.”
"Zimo will think of another way to provide food for the people.”
After Ying Zimo finished speaking, he looked at the imperial court with a determined gaze.
All the voices in the court instantly disappeared.
If it were Ying Zheng, he would definitely make the same decision regarding the provisions.
The current Little Lord was helping the First Emperor agree to supply military rations in advance.
There was no problem with the order.
However, at the same time, he would bear the infamy of abandoning his people. The First Emperor, Ying Zheng, had long carried the name of a tyrant, so he was naturally not afraid.
But Ying Zimo…But he was only eight years old.
"Sigh, the young master is still young and naive. He didn't consider the consequences.”
Li Si never thought that Ying Zimo would have a way to solve the problem.
In his opinion, or perhaps in the eyes of the civil and military officials, the last sentence of 'finding a way to relieve the commoners' was just the nonsense of a young child.
"Nineteenth brother, the matter of grain is no small matter. Don't talk nonsense. Let Imperial Father make the decision.”
Fu Su also thought of the powerful relationship between them.
If the Confucians heard about what happened in the court today, Ying Zimo would probably be criticized in both words and writing.
"Brother Fusu, I've made up my mind."
Ying Zimo stood up and held the Lulu Sword, which was too strenuous for him.
"Imperial Father asked me to supervise the country, not to be a clay sculpture. Since he will do so, why can't I?”
"Furthermore, I will write a letter to inform Imperial Father of the solution to the relief food.”
His tone was firm.
The officials looked at each other.
In the end, he did not stop her.
The officials discussed some other issues, but none of them were important.
Therefore, Ying Zimo didn't say anything.
At the same time, all the events that happened in the court today were recorded by a special person.
It was quickly sent to the Emperor who was patrolling the east.
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