What should I do if I am beheaded by the First Emperor at the beginning?

The hammer was broken, but the stone made of cement never broke, which clearly proved the solidity and reliability of cement.

Ying Zheng looked at the cement blocks placed there in the distance, and his face slowly filled with admiration.

"This is simply a magical workmanship, it can have such a hard strength."

He sighed softly, with a look of disbelief on his face, he walked forward and touched the cement stone with scars on it.

Conventionally, it is impossible to pour such thick cement.

Pouring such a thick cement was originally created to test the hardness, and Ying Zheng is of course very clear about this.

Chen Ke followed Ying Zheng, standing beside the cement stone, looking at the cement in front of him.

Ying Zheng's hand kept touching the cement stone. He felt the cold stone, and the temperature of Ying Zheng's hand was transmitted to the stone through the contact with the stone.

He looked at the stone as if he was looking at some kind of fetish.

Ying Zheng was clear about Li Si's previous plan, or in other words, there was almost nothing in the entire Xianyang City that Ying Zheng didn't know about.

The wings of the black ice platform are everywhere.

Not only Li Si wanted to expand Xianyang City, but Ying Zheng also wanted to expand Xianyang City.

Xianyang is too big, there are too many people in Xianyang city, fish and dragons are mixed together.

Xianyang is too small, he is not worthy of such a magnificent and great empire.

But the reason why Li Si gave up was the reason why Ying Zheng gave up. In other words, the reason why Ying Zheng gave up was a little more than that of Li Si, that is, the issue of corvee,

Li Si may not have seen the problems of corvée, but Ying Zheng could.

Although Yingzheng couldn't predict that the people who planed food in the fields would have the opportunity to destroy Daqin, but he knew that the forced recruitment of corvees and people's strength would definitely make the head of Guizhou dissatisfied.

And this dissatisfaction will be exploited by others.

Therefore, after thinking about it again and again, Ying Zheng finally gave up on this idea.

But now, the opportunity to expand Xianyang City and make Xianyang City the greatest and most magnificent city is just around the corner.

"Chen Ke, if you want to use this cement to build a new city, how long will it take and how much will it cost?"

Chen Ke knew the elegant meaning when he heard the strings, and instantly understood the meaning of Ying Zheng's words.

After thinking for a moment, he said directly: "Your Majesty, there is actually no need to rebuild, is there?"

"To build a magnificent Xianyang city, perhaps it only needs to reproduce the current Xianyang city and rebuild it again. The things, materials, money, and corvees needed may not be as many as you imagined."

"What's more, with cement now, maybe this number will be even smaller."

Ying Zheng nodded slightly: "I thought of this when I saw the cement."

"But what?"

Ying Zheng blinked: "Shouldn't your Mohists and the public losers be the best at things like building cities?"

"And you have read so many books, you must be better than ordinary people to know what kind of city is the most magnificent?"

Although Ying Zheng's words were tactful, Chen Ke could already hear the meaning.

He helplessly raised his forehead: "Your Majesty, if you want me to preside over the design of the new Xianyang City, you can just say so. Why do you want to do this?"

Chen Ke shook his head and said without hesitation: "Of course I am willing to build a new Xianyang City for Your Majesty, but I am not good at this."

"Therefore, it may need some other people from the public loser and the Mohist family to build it."

"The minister can only play the role of an overall leader."

Ying Zheng nodded immediately, as if he had been waiting for Chen Ke's words for a long time: "Since you are willing, then I can rest assured."

"I believe you will be able to build for me the most magnificent human building in the world."

Chen Ke lowered his head and just said: "I will do my best."

Prime Minister's Mansion

Li Si looked at the pile of documents in front of him, with a hint of enjoyment on his face.

Although it was approaching the end of the year, the affairs sent to him did not decrease. On the contrary, with the vacation of some departments, the affairs here gradually increased.

Regarding this point, Li Si expressed his understanding and fully demonstrated his generosity as a prime minister.

The opposite of Liz's excitement about his son.

Li Yang stood aside, looking sadly at his father and the official document in front of him.

"Father, do we have to spend this year's "evening day" dealing with government affairs? "

Li Si turned his head and looked serious: "Why, what do you think differently?"

He looked at Li Yang, with a feeling of resentment: "You have to cherish this kind of life. If you have work to deal with, what does it mean to have work to do?"

"It means that His Majesty recognizes your ability, and that your position cannot be replaced!"

"This shows that you have a high status in Daqin!"

Li Si shook his head slightly, looking at his unfulfilled son: "If it ever comes, your father will no longer have any government affairs to deal with."

"Just like that kid Chen Ke, who spends all day wandering around, so the time before your father's head falls, I'm afraid it's not too far away!"

Li Yang said with some confusion: "Father, His Majesty trusts you so much, how could he kill you?"

But Li Si said: "Your Majesty trusts me because I have merit and ability."

"This credit can protect me for a while, but it can't protect me forever."

"Only if I am useful to His Majesty, His Majesty will always trust me."

"Furthermore, Your Majesty is already at this age, how many years are left?"

"When Mr. Fusu ascends the throne, do you think Mr. Fusu will trust his teacher Chen Ke more, or me?"

Li Si stood up, hammered his waist, and relaxed a little.

He looked at the sky in the distance, there were a few white clouds hanging in the sky, the clouds were floating back and forth, without a fixed place.

"At that time, I can rest."

"Perhaps you can rest too."

Looking at his father standing there, looking at the distant sky, Li Yang didn't know what to do, he always felt that his father was a little lonely at this moment.

Is it for possible lost rights?
or for what?
Li Yang felt that he couldn't understand the emotion in his father's eyes.

Wang Zhangzhong

The leaders of many tribes gathered here, and the emotions on their faces could not be seen, but everyone knew that something big would happen today.

Touman sat on the wolf king's seat, with a calm look on his face, as if he didn't feel the coming bloody storm.

He just said indifferently: "Everyone, I have called you here today to discuss the matter of going south."

"An envoy from the Great Qin Dynasty came and said that he would cooperate with us, the Huns."

"He said that he had obeyed the order of "Emperor Dong'an", and when Lord Dong'an became king, it was time for Lord Dong'an to indulge me and wait to go south. "

"What do you guys think?"

When everyone in the tent heard this, no one responded at the first moment, but someone responded the next moment.

A loud laugh echoed through the tent.

Jijihar looked at Touman and said, "Khan, why do you need to talk to this kind of person?"

"Does it mean that when I, the Huns, go south, do I still have to listen to Daqin?"

He sneered and said: "What's more, I have never heard of the shit Dong'an Jun."

"Khan, I suspect that this person is here to delay our journey south!"

Several other people also echoed, and at this time someone stood up again, with different opinions on their faces.

"Khan, I think this is an opportunity."

"Don't they people from the Central Plains keep saying that we are some barbarians?"

"Since we are all barbarians, why should we talk about the rules with them? When they let us go south, we will take the opportunity to take the war-torn Central Plains!"

"At that time, the entire Central Plains, the entire grassland will be ours!"

For a while, there were many vassals of this person.

These two people were the leaders of the two largest tribes on the prairie. Now that they spoke, some small tribes who vassalized them naturally followed their speech.

Touman turned his head and looked at the silent Moton and his uncle Rothhar.

"Boss, what do you think?"

Mao Dun stood up, with a firm look in his eyes: "Father, I think our biggest problem at this time is not the problem of going south, nor the problem of cooperating with Daqin."

As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense.

Almost everyone was attracted by him, looked at him, and began to think about their own affairs.

Even the second prince was standing there, looking at his elder brother with sharp eyes.

Touman's expression remained unchanged, just as indifferent as at the beginning.

"Oh? Then tell me, what is our biggest problem now?"

Mao Dun stood there, tall and straight, with a little coldness in his eyes: "Father Khan, the biggest problem we face now is that you are too old to lead the Huns to plunder like a pack of wolves!"

"You start to worry, you start to doubt."

"With you like this, how can you make the Huns look like a pack of ferocious wolves?"

"I thought it was time for you to decide on a candidate for King Zuo Xian, and according to the customs of the Central Plains, abdicate the throne for the new Khan!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole tent was shocked.

But there was very little surprise in those eyes, only shock.

They were surprised that Mao Dun would say this matter so straightforwardly. They were not surprised because they came today for this matter!
Hearing this, the second prince couldn't control his emotions at first.

"Brother! What do you mean?"

He stood beside Touman, glaring at Modun in the distance: "Are you supposed to question the matter of Father Khan?"

"Are you planning to rebel?"

"Aren't you afraid of God's punishment from Changshengtian for doing such a thing?"

A series of angry reprimands came, but Mao Dun's expression didn't change at all, he didn't even give the second prince a look.

He just stood there like a grown wolf.

"Father, what do you think?"

At this time, Mao Dun was already in the dark, or he hadn't prepared the so-called "picture" at all.

Since when did the people of the grasslands of the Huns need to work so hard?
They've always been straight to the point.

Touman smiled angrily, looked at Maodun and said, "Hahahahaha, okay, okay."

"As expected of my good son."

"Then, who do you think can become the new Zuoxian King and take over the power of the entire grassland in my place?"

"Could it be you?"

Faced with Touman's angry questioning and rhetorical questioning, Mouton did not change his mood at all.

"Of course it is me."

He agreed without hesitation, looked at Touman and said, "Could it be my stupid and arrogant brother who knows nothing but pleases his father?"

"Father Khan, if you want to hand over the wolves to him, then you must obtain the consent of the wolves!"

Mao Dun turned his head, looked at the many tribal leaders in the tent, and said fiercely in his voice, "Everyone, who do you think the position of King Zuo Xian should be given to?"

The two big tribe leaders standing at the front immediately said: "Of course it will be handed over to His Royal Highness!"

And the leaders of other small tribes also echoed, after all, they never had the opportunity to express their opinions.

Mao Dun turned his head and looked at the father who had erupted with anger at this time, like the father of a raging lion.

"Look, father."

"It's the choice of the wolves."

"So, what's your choice?"

Touman sat there with a cruel smile on his lips: "My choice?"

"The competition for the wolf king has never been so peacefully chosen. If you want the position of the wolf king, then you can only step on my corpse!"

After saying this, he suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist.

At this time, there was a sudden shout of killing outside the big tent, it was the army that Touman had arranged long ago!

The wolf riders were fighting desperately outside the big tent at this time, and a group of soldiers crowded into the tent in an instant.

This is the king's account!It is Touman Khan's lair!

However, Mao Dun's expression did not change at all, and the sound of fighting outside the big tent at this time can prove one thing.

The army he deployed has also arrived!
At this time, a small group of soldiers crowded in outside the big tent, and these soldiers stood beside Mao Dun.

At this time, the big tent is full of swords and swords, and the atmosphere is tense.

On the grassland outside, Zhang Xilong stood there, watching the fight on the grassland in the distance, the emotion in his eyes did not change at all.

He looked somewhere to the east.

"Is it coming soon?"

Zhang Xilong smiled wryly, he really did everything in order to survive.

somewhere grassland
Han Xin, who was already getting ready to go, was riding on the horseback, his eyes were extremely cold, he looked at the wolf smoke that was already floating in the distance, and there was a touch of sharpness in his eyes.

He suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and looked at the big Qin Ruishi in black armor behind him.

There has never been a weak person in the Meng family army, there are only soldiers who have fought a hundred battles!

"Everyone!"

"Getting the Marquis Award today is just around the corner!"

"There is already civil strife among the Huns, if we don't attack now, when will we wait?"

"Follow me to kill the enemy!"

In the majestic and solemn army, there were solemn voices.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"