Chapter 282 Fusu, I’m convinced!
Famine in the Qin Dynasty?
Has there ever been famine in our Great Qin?
At the northern border, I didn’t notice it, he asked himself in a low voice, eyes wide open…

"Your Majesty, when did famine occur in my Great Qin?"

"When did the nobles of the six nations begin to harbor thoughts of rebellion?"

"Isn't it just Xiang Yu from Chu? Now he has also been conquered by you!"

The First Emperor flew into a rage and rebuked:
"You guys are in the North, and I supply you with the best food in the country, and you know nothing about famine!"

"You enjoy the best food, but you can't even defend against the Xiongnu cavalry. You and Meng Tian are two pieces of trash. I will settle accounts with you later!"

"Speaking of famine, there was no rain in early spring this year, and our grain production is extremely low. Many nobles of the six countries actually took out old grain and recruited soldiers at a low price!"

"Just imagine, when the people can't even afford to eat, someone gives them food and asks them to take up swords and guns to fight against our Qin army, will they refuse?"

Upon hearing this, Fusu turned pale.

And those ministers and generals who were unaware of the situation also gasped.

If, as Qin Shi Huang said, the six countries were harboring rebellious intentions and were recruiting troops at a low cost at this moment, the Qin Dynasty was indeed in crisis.

Everyone stretched their necks, waiting for the First Emperor's answer.

"Your Majesty, how was the issue resolved?" someone asked.

The First Emperor continued, "This is where Thirteen's brilliance lies."

"Fusu, let me ask you, how would you respond to this situation?"

Fusu replied hesitantly: "If that is the case, I will send troops to suppress it and forbid the people to accept the remaining grain from the six states that rebelled against Qin."

The First Emperor sneered, "If the people don't accept their food, they will starve to death. Do you think they will obey your orders?"

Fusu's hand hung in the air and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Finally, he asked unwillingly, "So how did Thirteenth Brother solve it?"

The First Emperor replied: "He first invented three new crops. One type is rice, which produces 2,000 kilograms per mu."

"One kind of potato produces 5,000 kilograms per mu."

"There is also a kind of sweet potato that produces nearly 10,000 kilograms per mu!"

hiss! ! ! !

Some generals returning from the northern border, including Fusu, who heard of this astonishing output for the first time, could not help but gasp.

There really is such a high-yield grain. If we had such crops earlier, there would be no famine in our Great Qin!

However, there is still a problem. Even if we plant it now, food still needs a growth cycle. How can distant water quench immediate thirst?

Fusu frowned and asked, "Your Majesty, this is not right. How long will it take for these three new crops to mature? How many should be planted to solve the famine problem of the people of my Great Qin?"

The First Emperor nodded. Fusu’s question hit the nail on the head and was not too stupid.

He went on to say: “For these three crops, the shortest maturity period is two to three months, and the longest is four to five months.”

"To solve the famine problem, we need to plant at least two seasons to feed the tens of millions of people in our Great Qin."

Fusu said: "Two seasons means that there will be enough new food at least half a year later. This cannot solve the current famine problem!"

The First Emperor glanced at Fusu and said, "So, you will always be eclipsed by Thirteen's shadow!"

When the Qin Dynasty encountered an unprecedented crisis, Thirteen resolved the crisis with just one imperial edict.

"Divide the land and extend favors, and order the sons of the nobles to donate grain for disaster relief. Regardless of whether they are legitimate or illegitimate, whoever donates the most grain will be eligible to inherit their father's title, but the title must be downgraded to inherit it."

After the First Emperor finished speaking, he stopped talking and gave Fusu and others time to digest this new policy.

After listening to this, Fusu frowned and muttered to himself.

"Divide the land and extend favors to all, regardless of kinship or age, demote the title to give grain to disaster relief..."

As his thoughts ran wild, Fusu's eyes gradually widened, and his shock became more and more intense!
He suddenly looked up at the First Emperor, then turned his gaze to Ying Heng who was drowsy on the stage.

The shock in his eyes was obvious.

“What a great idea!”

"Once this plan is put forward, won't those noble children do their best to donate food for disaster relief?!"

"In this way, the crisis of Daqin can be easily resolved!"

"Thirteenth brother, you are so talented and intelligent that I am ashamed of myself!"

Fusu bowed deeply to Ying Heng and was convinced.

However, what the First Emperor said next left Fusu dumbfounded.

"Idiot, is this all you see?"

Fusu was stunned. Is there a deeper level?
He looked at the First Emperor in confusion, seeking an answer.

The First Emperor shook his head and sighed. This prince was completely useless.

"Have you never thought about what kind of commotion those noble children would cause in their fight for the title?"

"Will the powerful noble forces be dispersed during the struggle?"

"After the separation, won't everyone's food, fodder, and troops be reduced?"

"Besides, if resources are no longer concentrated and people's hearts are divided, will many people no longer harbor the desire to rebel against Qin?"

After hearing this, Fusu was even more shocked!
There are such far-reaching considerations!

This simple strategy actually cured the chronic illness that had plagued the Qin Dynasty since its establishment!
He looked at his Thirteenth Brother on the stage in shock again. This time, his eyes were full of awe, as if he was looking at a monster.

This is beyond the reach of ordinary people!

Fusu felt deeply frustrated. Compared with his thirteenth brother, he was far inferior to him.

"Father, I admit defeat. I am not worthy of owning the Qin Empire. Compared with my thirteenth brother, my abilities are far inferior!"

The First Emperor sneered, "You're convinced just like that? Extending favors and dividing the land to resolve the Great Qin crisis is just a trivial part of Thirteen's many strategies."

"I have defeated you with just the simplest example. As for the rest, I don't need to explain it to you. You can figure it out on your own."

"From now on, put away your little thoughts, obey Thirteen's orders, and be a rich and idle king."

"If you do it again, even if Thirteen lets you go, I will not forgive you!"

"Did you hear that?!"

Fusu was silent, then nodded in agreement...

"Your Majesty, I understand, but there is still a doubt that bothers me."

"If you can answer this question, even if it means going through fire and water, I will have no regrets!"

The First Emperor snorted coldly: "Humph! Are you so stubborn? No matter how I persuade you, you won't give in? Tell me, what is your last question!"

Even the First Emperor frowned at the question raised by Fusu.

I also feel that this matter is somewhat inappropriate. Xiao Shisan, should you think twice?
Fusu's last question left the First Emperor at a loss for an answer.

Fusu continued, "Your Majesty, earlier in the court, I asked my thirteenth brother three questions."

"The first two questions have now been answered. I was not thoughtful enough. I hereby apologize to you, my thirteenth brother."

"And my last confusion is the third question."

"I beg Your Majesty to tell me clearly which law of the Qin Dynasty did my Thirteenth Brother base his choice of Liu Bowen as the Prime Minister of the Qin Dynasty on? I am sorry that I cannot understand."

After saying this, Fusu looked at the First Emperor politely and waited for his answer.

(End of this chapter)