Chapter 52 Death

Unable to suppress his excitement, Zhao Jun dragged Wu Shiluo and asked a bunch of questions again.

"Great, our Qin State needs businessmen like you so much. Where do you sell your cattle and sheep? There are almost no cattle and sheep sold in Xianyang."

"I mainly sell here to some ethnic minorities outside the customs, like Dayue, and we hardly come to Xianyang."

Wu Zhiluo sighed as if thinking of something.

"The last time I came to Xianyang was five years ago. At that time, the trading of goods in Xianyang was not good, and there was no atmosphere of buying and selling. But this time it is obviously different. There are more shops on the street, and there are also different shops. Little merchants who buy and sell less."

Mentioning this Widow Qing also nodded and said.

"Yes, in the past we hardly came to Xianyang to do business, but I didn't expect that Xianyang has changed so much in the past few years. I think it must be due to you." She smiled secretly and flattered her.

Look, as expected of a businessman, he can talk.

"You two, this is what I want to tell you. You are very welcome to come to Xianyang to do business. Before Qin's economy was not very developed, it was because of the lack of big businessmen like you. So, now, I really need people like you. talent."

"To be honest, I was still a little apprehensive before I came to Xianyang again, but seeing Xianyang today and seeing your management, I plan to move part of my family's business to Xianyang after I go back, maybe I will have to deal with adults more often in the future .”

Madam said with a smile, the meaning in her mouth made Zhao Jun very happy.

"Yeah, before, I thought Qin State didn't welcome businessmen like us, but now Xianyang is different, and I'd like to come to Xianyang to do business, after all, who doesn't make money if they have money."

Wu Shiluo said jokingly, the atmosphere in the room was harmonious for a while and everyone was no longer restrained.

"It's great that you can come. I don't know if Qin Guohuan welcomed you before, but you will be very welcome in the future Qin Guohuan."

"If you really plan to stay, I'll go back to the palace and discuss it with the king. What I mean is that I want to designate a commercial area in Xianyang for merchants to live and trade."

When these Zhao Jun first came to visit Xianyang, they thought about it, and when they had the conditions, they would still plan a commercial street, just like the modern one.

The current Xianyang is too deserted. If businessmen from all over the world are recruited, it will definitely be very lively, and it will also drive economic development.

"Really, I didn't expect your lord to be so attentive. It seems that we should be very happy to do business in Xianyang."

Ba Widow Qing was a little surprised, she didn't expect Zhao Jun to be so caring, after all, most people still look down on businessmen at this time.

"Of course, I can't just talk about welcoming merchants, but actually take action." Zhao Junjiao smiled.

"Okay, then let's wait for the good news from your lord. By the way, the paper thing before."

Although Wu Shiluo chatted with her very well, he still hasn't forgotten the original intention of coming this time.

"Oh, that's a trivial matter. Although I will control the price of the paper you sell in Qin State, it is only the price of inferior paper. As for the price of high-quality white paper, as long as you can sell it, I will do not care."

Zhao Jun replied with a smile, as long as the price of secondary paper does not rise, she will not care about so many people who buy white paper being taken advantage of.

Buy more is just right, buy more, pay more tax.

"Haha, so that's the case." Widow Qing couldn't help laughing.

"Your Excellency, you have taken too much care of us."

Hearing what she said, Wu Shiluo didn't worry at all, but thought secretly in his heart.

This little girl who looks young is really a ghost.

"Okay, then let's just say that first, you should stay in Xianyang for a few more days, and I will contact you later if I have any news."

After solving half of his worries, Zhao Jun was in a relaxed mood, and sent the two of them away with a smile.

There was also a joke with Wu Zhiluo in the middle.

"I especially love beef. It would be good if the lamb is processed well. You should hurry up and open the shop to Xianyang. I will definitely be the first to buy it then."

"Where is this? My lord loves to eat it. I should ask someone to send some to the palace when the time comes, hahaha."

Wu Shiluo responded with a smile, and he was not as restrained as he was at the beginning.

"Okay, then I won't send you off, I have to go back to the palace to discuss with the king first."

Zhao Jun watched them leave, and he followed the carriage back to the palace.

Just do what you say, she has a vigorous temper, not to mention that the leading businessman has been sent to her now.

If you don't make a move at this time, when will you wait?

As soon as she entered the palace and got off the carriage, she walked directly to the front hall, planning to talk to Ying Zheng about it.

As a result, she didn't notice it in the car before, but now she only saw it when she got out of the car.

White funeral banners were hung everywhere in the palace.

Has anyone passed away?
Zhao Jun didn't know why, but he had some guesses.

She walked towards Ying Zheng without stopping.

Everything in the front hall was as usual, no one was wearing mourning clothes, and there was no slight change.

Sun Cheng still stood at the door, nodded to Zhao Jun, and signaled that Ying Zheng was in the hall.

"Your Majesty?"

Zhao Jun walked in cautiously, afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see.

"Be careful what you do, come in."

There was nothing unusual in Ying Zheng's voice, and he was still full of energy.

"Oh, who died in that palace?"

Seeing that he was no different from usual, Zhao Jun was still reading the memorial, so he boldly walked to the side and asked.

"Who else could it be? Zhao Ji passed away this afternoon."

Ying Zheng's tone was calm, as if he wasn't talking about his mother.

Zhao Jun also sighed a little.

How should I put it, that person tied him up and almost killed him, so it's only natural that he died now.

However, she still couldn't help but sigh, how could a mother fail so far.

Even if he dies, he won't get a good word from his son.

She secretly thought again.

But this can't be blamed on Ying Zheng's unfilial piety. When she did those things, Ying Zheng didn't kill her, it was enough to follow the etiquette.

"Oh, does this funeral need to be done?"

Zhao Jun was angry and didn't care about the woman's death anymore. What she cares about now is.

It is said that ancient funerals were very grand, especially royal funerals.

Shouldn't he not go to court for a few days and not eat meat?

"No, the widow has already explained this matter. She stayed in Huayang Palace for three days, and the women in the harem went to fill the place. Once the three days came, they would be carried away and buried with King Zhuang Xiang. North Korea has no effect, and you don't have to worry about it."

Ying Zheng said calmly, without looking up at her.

Zhao Jun couldn't help but glanced at him.

Look at it, look at it again.

"Don't look, what do you want to say?"

Ying Zheng put down the notebook in his hand, and his tone was a bit gentle and helpless.

"Well, are you alright?"

Ying Zheng pretended so well that Zhao Jun couldn't tell if he was affected or a little bit sad.

"What can happen, the widow's patience has long been exhausted with her, and now that she has died of illness, the widow is considered quiet."

Ying Zheng spoke with a sincere tone, which should be the truth.

For this mother, he has loved, resented, angry, unwilling, helpless, and disappointed.

But so many feelings have long since faded away in time.

Now he just feels that everything returns to ashes and there is nothing else.

(End of this chapter)

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