Eight thousand iron pagodas in the beginning, please abdicate to the First Emperor!
24 Rumors spread everywhere that the chaff was burned!

The Fiftee

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Following Zhao Tuo's order, the citizens of Xianyang City, who were the first to hear the news, became restless.

Moreover, this restlessness was rapidly spreading to the surrounding areas.

"Have you heard? The grain stored in the national treasury a few days ago seemed to be sold for inferior grain and chaff!”

"How could I not have heard of this! The notice had already been posted. Xianyang Palace was recruiting merchants!”

"Why is this happening?“

"Do you still need to think? In my opinion, Xianyang Palace wants to exchange our grain reserves for chaff and grain. The remaining money…"

"Shh! Do you want to die?"

"What life do you want? What should we do if there is a natural disaster or drought?”

"Heh…if you ask me, those corrupt officials have never thought about us commoners.”

"What corrupt officials?"

"You don't know? Why do you think the First Emperor suddenly abdicated? Why wasn't the Eldest Young Master Fu Su the successor? Why do you think our second emperor was able to inherit the throne at the age of eighteen?”

"You mean…"

"This matter is rotten in our stomachs. It's good that we know it in our hearts!”

All kinds of rumors spread, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

The news of Xianyang Palace passing off inferior goods as superior goods and treating human lives with contempt spread like wildfire.

Although they didn't dare to discuss it publicly, rumors of the new emperor being cruel and greedy, disregarding the country, were widely spread in private.

In addition, two days ago, the massacre of Zhao Gao's family and the alchemists and necromancers in Xianyang City had set off a bloody storm.

As for Fusu, who was the eldest son and was highly supported by the people, he failed to ascend the throne.

Zhao Tuo's already low prestige plummeted.

There were even rumors that the current second emperor, Zhao Tuo, had the support of treacherous officials.

He had even used many underhanded methods to surpass the Eldest Young Master and ascend the throne at the age of eighteen.

All kinds of rumors spread, and the people were sad.

This naturally could not be hidden from the eyes and ears of Great Qin's Six Nations.

For a time, the already unstable Great Qin became even more chaotic…

"Uncle! The scouts quickly reported that something big had happened in Xianyang City!”

An eight-foot-tall burly man with double pupils pushed open the door and entered.

A middle-aged man in a linen robe was looking at the map on the wall, thinking about something.

The middle-aged man who was interrupted frowned.

"Yu 'er, why are you so flustered?"

The burly man did not say anything. Instead, he handed the letter to the middle-aged man with a happy expression.

"Uncle, you'll know when you see it!"

"You're still keeping me in suspense…"

The middle-aged man took the letter and opened it.

"Ying Zheng abdicated, and the new Emperor's fifteenth son, Zhao Tuo, took over the throne and killed several young masters, including Huhai, as well as Ying Zheng's trusted aide, Zhao Gao, and his nine families.

Later, the grain reserves of the four prefectures were confiscated and replaced with inferior ones. Now there are rumors everywhere that the hearts of the people are no longer there and that they will rebel against the Qin Dynasty. This is a good opportunity!“

“!!!”

Seeing the contents of the letter, the middle-aged man's body trembled, and his face revealed an unconcealable ecstasy.

"God bless our Great Chu!"

"This is a good opportunity for our Great Chu to rise!”

He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart.

"Yu 'er, hurry! Send this letter to Yin Tong, the governor of Kuaiji County, and invite him to your home for a chat.”

"Yes, uncle."

With that, the burly man put away the letter, turned around, and left.

What Zhao Tuo did not know was that even in this era, news of this matter had spread to all of Great Qin within a few days.

There were even some famous people who had left behind their names in the future who were involved.

However, even if he knew, Zhao Tuo was not in the mood to care…

"High Emperor, this is roughly what happened.”

At this very moment, in Ying Zheng's bedchamber…or rather, in the new Wangyi Palace, Meng Yi, Feng Quji, Wang Ben, and Zhao Tuo were sitting in the main hall.

Ying Zheng sat beside Zhao Tuo, his brows tightly knitted.

"This is not a small matter…However, in my opinion, this matter is not like the rumors.”

"Tuo 'er, tell me, what are your plans for this matter?”

Everyone looked at Zhao Tuo, who was sitting at the head of the table and drinking tea calmly.

Facing everyone's gazes, Zhao Tuo did not say anything, but looked at Ying Zheng.

"Imperial Father, why don't you make a guess?"

“……”

Ying Zheng's eyes twitched slightly.

I'm asking you, and you want me to guess? Good boy!

" What's wrong?" Ying Zheng frowned and said in a deep voice," Using inferior goods to replace superior goods, besides increasing the grain reserves of the national treasury, there's almost no benefit.”

"But what can a simple increase in inventory do…Wait!”

Ying Zheng was suddenly startled, then he raised his head and looked at Zhao Tuo.

"This move…could it be to control the famine?”

Famine!

Hearing this, Meng Yi and Feng Quji suddenly looked at each other.

That's right, some time ago, His Majesty had asked them to investigate Great Qin's territory to see if there was a famine.

However, after looking carefully, they found that there was no famine in Great Qin's 40 or so counties.

Why did His Majesty still insist on doing this?

Seeing that Ying Zheng had actually pointed out the reason, Zhao Tuo couldn't help but admire him in his heart.

As expected of the First Emperor who had swept across the six dynasties. Although he was a bit of a bastard in his old age, at least in terms of vision and foresight, it was still difficult for ordinary people to compare.

"Father is right, actually…"

"My lord!"

Zhao Tuo had barely finished his sentence when Lu Bu strode into the hall.

In the end, he was still one of them. In the entire Daren, he was probably the only one who dared to so brazenly interrupt Zhao Tuo's words.

"What is it?"

Zhao Tuo looked at Lu Bu in confusion.

Based on his understanding of Lu Bu, something that could make him so serious was definitely not a small matter.

"My lord, the Iron Eagle Guard outside the palace has sent news that a batch of grain that has not yet been collected into the national treasury has been burned by a few commoners!”

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