Rebirth of Wu Ba Spring and Autumn

Chapter 153 The Thief Liu Xiazhi

Faced with Qingji's confession, Meng Ying's heart was very complicated.

"I hope so."

Meng Ying sighed and said, "King Wu, there are three important men in my concubine's life. One is the former king of Chu, Xiongju, the other is the concubine's son, and the other is you!"

"Although the former king was incompetent and incompetent, he doted on my concubine in every possible way, and I am very grateful."

"The concubine's son, Xiong Zhen, is the only sustenance of the concubine, the future of Chu."

"As for King Wu, you are the one I love all my life, but it's a pity that it's too late for me to meet you."

Meng Ying has no love for his original husband, King Chu Ping, but thanks to King Chu Ping's love, Meng Ying is grateful.

Therefore, since the death of King Ping of Chu, Meng Ying has always guarded his body like a jade, and did not spend his days looking for some male pets to have fun like her.

The atmosphere in Chu State is relatively open. It is not unusual for women to remarry, the widows of princes and nobles to remarry, or to raise a few male favorites.

As the concubine of Chu State, it is impossible for Meng Ying to remarry, but raising some male pets together will not cause criticism from others, saying that Meng Ying is not a woman.

However, now that Meng Ying and Qingji are walking together, it is inevitable that Chu people will find it difficult to accept it from the bottom of their hearts!

There will be a battle between Wu and Chu sooner or later, and it is very likely that it will be a life-and-death battle related to the fate of the country.

"King Wu, please dote on my concubine one more time..."

Meng Ying looked at Qingji with nostalgia.

How could Qingji have the heart to refuse the beauty's request?

Qing Ji immediately rolled down the grassy hillside with Meng Ying in his arms.

Seeing this, the guards, maids, and eunuchs following behind him hurriedly took out the curtains they had prepared long ago, and pulled up a piece of tarpaulin that served as a covering effect, blocking the scenes shown inside one by one.

The taste of it is not for outsiders to understand!

……

Wu Palace.

Qingji, who returned to Wudu, devoted himself to the complicated government affairs, which can be said to be a daily affair.

Now, Wu's new law has been gradually promoted, and it has been systematically spread among the people and has been unanimously supported.

But this does not mean that Qingji still has free time to go out and play.

At this time, in the Zide Hall, Qingji was writing with the brush and paper presented by General Dagong Ling.

On the slightly rough and quite gray white paper, Qing Ji wrote the word "benevolence and righteousness" with a brush.

The effect is not bad, but Qingji's calligraphy needs to be improved!

"good."

Qingji nodded slightly.

The writing brushes and paper produced by Ganjiang and other craftsmen finally achieved remarkable results, which satisfied Qingji.

Seeing this, the go-getter couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

"General, I wonder if this brush and paper slips can be mass-produced?"

Qingji suddenly asked.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, according to my servant's calculations, according to the current production capacity of the workshop, if all conditions are met, it can produce ten writing brushes and five hundred paper slips a day."

"Why is the production capacity of brushes so low?"

Hearing this, the go-getter could only say with a bitter face: "My lord, according to the regulations you gave me, the production capacity of brushes is indeed the same."

It's not that the go-getters are ineffective.

It's that Qingji's regulations for making brushes are too strict!

Animals such as sheep and rabbits that are used to make brushes have truly intact hairs that are round and straight, and there are only three or five out of a hundred.

Under such conditions, even if Wu Guo's workshop wanted to produce more excellent brushes, its production capacity was extremely low.

Qingji was aware of this, so he said: "As for the production capacity of brushes, brushes can be divided into three grades of production. In addition, the effect of paper slips still needs to be improved. The surface of paper needs to be smooth and white. At least the writing must be clear and distinct."

"Sir, obey the king's orders!"

Go-getters can only bite the bullet and agree.

"I want to spread brushes, toothbrushes, and paper slips all over the world and sell them to fill the treasury. Brushes and toothbrushes are easy to imitate, and needless to say, single paper slips must be monopolized!"

Qingji said meaningfully: "The advantage of the paper slips is our patent in Wu State, and its production technology is not well known to outsiders."

"That's why, all craftsmen who participate in papermaking must be of clean origin, and must not disclose the papermaking process to outsiders. Violators should be punished as treason!"

"only!"

Qingji is serious.

Now, although the state of Wu has a strong army and strong military power, Qingji's strict implementation of reforms has left the treasury empty, and money is needed in every aspect!
Papermaking will undoubtedly bring a huge amount of financial income to Wu, which should not be underestimated.

Therefore, Qingji absolutely cannot tolerate the leaking of papermaking skills, cutting off a source of wealth for the Wu Kingdom in vain!
After the general retired, Qingji summoned Dazai Jizha, Zhisu Neishi Sun Wu, and Prime Minister You Ran Jiran.

He handed the brushes, toothbrushes and paper slips to the three of them to try one by one. After seeing the effect, he ordered them to call the merchants of Wu State to promote these three things from top to bottom and from the inside out.

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prison.

In a dark and damp cell, Robber Zhi was lying on the haystack bored, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

At this moment, his face was haggard, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked decadent!

No wonder Robber Zhi became like this.

He has been imprisoned here for more than two months. He can only sit there every day. There are no other prisoners nearby. It is difficult for Robo Zhi to find someone who can speak!

What made Robber Zhi feel even more unacceptable was that he seemed to be the only prisoner in this big prison, and the jailers who came to deliver meals twice a day ignored him or spoke to him at all.

This tortured Robber Zhi's spirit!
With Robber Zhi's physique, he may be able to withstand many tortures that ordinary people cannot bear.

However, this kind of mental torture, even Robo Zhi, who is not afraid of death, feels very terrifying in his heart!
Robber Zhi was exhausted physically and mentally, he felt that if he continued like this, he would go crazy!

"Squeak..."

The door of the prison was suddenly opened, and Robber Zhi subconsciously opened his eyes, thinking that it was the jailer who came to deliver food.

"Robert Zhi, get up!"

The jailer yelled, but Bandit Zhi was pleasantly surprised!

For more than two months, Robber Zhi was either silent all the time, or talking to himself from time to time, and it was difficult to find someone who could talk with him.

It was rare for the jailer to open his mouth today.

Robber Zhi sat up and took a closer look. It turned out that the jailer was not the only one entering the prison. Behind the jailer stood a young man who was eight feet tall, wearing a brocade robe and a python belt.

Wu Wangqing Ji!

Robber Zhi immediately recognized the identity of the visitor!

Qingji immediately waved his hand to let the jailer back down.

"Root Zhi, long time no see, how have you been?"

"Hehehehe, thanks to King Wu's blessing, I don't have to worry about food and lodging, but I look like a living dead. If King Wu hates Robber Zhi, why doesn't he give Robber Zhi a death?"

Staying in this prison, Robber Zhi is like a walking corpse, how can he stand it?
The current Robber Zhi wants to die with all his heart, and he only hopes that Qingji can give him a better way to die.

It's not that Robo Zhi didn't think about committing suicide, but he always believed that committing suicide in prison, aggrieved, was obviously too useless and not the way a man should die.

(End of this chapter)