Chapter 682

Qin Mu's eyes sharpened.

"Use pirates to rule pirates! Have Zheng Chenggong organize the largest group of pirates on the sea and recruit them all! Then have them lead the way to counterattack the Japanese islands!"

Wei Zhongxian was impressed to the point of prostration.

"Brilliant! This move by the Emperor, fighting poison with poison, will surely completely resolve the pirate scourge!"

Qin Mu wasn't just finishing the job by clearing out the pirates.

Zhangsun Wuji had been jumping around, planning various sinister tricks to deal with Great Qin. This time, he was even colluding with pirates without any bottom line.

Qin Mu decided to give Zhangsun Wuji a taste of his own medicine.

Wei Zhongxian sent back the news.

"Emperor, if there is nothing else, let's hurry back to Chang'an?"

Qin Mu shook his head...

"There is one last thing. Let's go to the Confucian Temple!"

Near the Confucian Temple, there were many scholars.

Also because the cultural atmosphere was particularly thick, this street was full of shops that looked very elegant.

Qin Mu lifted his foot and entered a transcription shop.

Some scholars from humble backgrounds were helping people transcribe things in the shop to earn some living expenses.

"Who is the owner?"

A round fatty came out from the inner room.

"Guest, what do you want to transcribe?"

Qin Mu threw a few ingots of silver onto the counter.

"I'm not transcribing anything; I'm buying your shop!"

The silver on the counter was exactly two hundred taels.

This silver, let alone buying a shop, was enough to buy a large mansion with a courtyard in this prosperous area!

The fat shopkeeper's face twitched.

The annual turnover of his shop wasn't even two hundred taels.

It was just a storefront, plus a few tables and chairs, and some brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

At a normal price, this shop would be worth at most fifty taels.

This Daoist had such an overbearing display of wealth!

The fat shopkeeper didn't say a word and grabbed the silver on the table. With one hand, he untied the bunch of keys at his waist.

"This shop is yours!"

Qin Mu bought this shop in the time it took to say two sentences.

He immediately gathered all the scholars from humble backgrounds who were transcribing in the shop.

"New task!"

"For every one hundred sheets of paper transcribed, you get one tael of silver. If you have the ability, earn all this money!"

Wei Zhongxian stepped forward and poured all the remaining eight hundred taels of silver from the bundle onto the counter with a clatter.

Wow!

The onlookers, scholars from humble backgrounds, all widened their eyes.

They had never seen so much silver in their lives!

Now, this gleaming silver was within reach.

And they only needed to move their pens to get a share of it.

One hundred sheets for one tael of silver!

The opportunity to get rich had arrived!

Qin Mu picked up a pen and wrote a sheet of paper in a few strokes.

He handed it to these scholars and asked them to transcribe it accordingly.

The scholars took the paper and were stunned.

"Daoist, what is written on this paper is all evidence of Zhangsun Wuji's crimes. We don't dare to transcribe this kind of thing." Qin Mu had already estimated this situation.

He took out a token and held it in his hand.

"This is the Prince of Wei's order; feel free to transcribe it boldly!"