Fu Qin starts with a plan

Chapter 227 When the First Emperor Became a Landlord
Heavy snow is flying, and New Year's Eve is approaching.

The news of Longxi County's success spread throughout the streets and alleys, and Wang Li's name also spread throughout the Great Qin Dynasty Hall.

Whether it is the officials who stayed in Xianyang or the courtiers who accompanied the First Emperor on his east tour, there is no one who does not know Wang Li's contribution. It can be said that Wang Li became famous because of the battle of Longxi County.

That's right, Fight to Fame.

Although everyone knew him before, he was more often called the grandson of Wang Jian, the son of Hou Tongwu, and so on.

But now, he has proved himself.

Even without those titles, he can still become famous.

The [-] Yue Clan's elite cavalry were almost wiped out in Longxi County, and all of this was due to his credit.

In the few days since the good news came back, Wang Li has become a hero of many Qin people.

He is not ashamed of the glory of his parents, nor is he ashamed of his high hopes for Daqin.

Countless people lined the road to welcome him. Wang Li, who was sitting on his horse, was drinking and waving his arms. The smile on his face was very bright.

"Cousin, you are so proud this time! Cousin, look, so many girls are waving at me!"

Sitting in the carriage, Wang Yan danced and danced.

Although when he entered the hinterland of the Dayue Clan before, his legs were a little weak from fright, but that didn't stop him from laughing like a fool at the moment.

"Cousin, I have heard that His Majesty wants to make you Marquis of Pinyang, so that you deserve it!"

Wang Yan waved to the welcome people, and winked at Wang Li.

Pinyanghou?
His Majesty named me Marquis of Pinyang?

Wang Li was stunned.

In this battle, he only wanted to avenge those dead compatriots with the purpose of repaying blood debts, but he never thought of being a marquis or general.

What's more, the real credit for this battle should belong to the young master.

If it weren't for the two things that the young master gave, it would be difficult for him to complete those achievements.

Moreover, what is the difference between Pinyanghou and Wuchenghou?
Could it be that the entire Pinyang has become his fiefdom?
Thinking of this, Wang Li was startled, shook his head hastily, drank the wine in the gourd, and entered Pinyang City with doubts.

On the other side, Zhao Kun's mansion.

Gongsunyu, and Ying's mother and daughter, were making dumplings in the kitchen.

Zhao Kun is rolling out dough.

As the saying goes, there is nothing better than dumplings.

In Zhao Kun's hometown in his previous life, dumplings were popular no matter it was Chinese New Year or festivals.

Even after traveling to the Qin Dynasty, he still maintained this custom.Not for anything else, just to keep a thought.

It happened that Gongsun Yu and Ying's mother and daughter came here to learn cooking skills, so Zhao Kun wanted to teach them how to make dumplings.

After all, tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, so it’s a good idea to pack it today and eat it tomorrow.

However, he originally wanted to show off how to make dumplings in front of everyone, but Gongsun Yu and the others were even better at making dumplings than him, so he just made a few dumplings and asked him to roll the dough.

"Kun'er, can you roll it faster? We have to wait for you for a long time after we finish wrapping one..." Gongsun Yu on the side, with his hands full of flour, joked to Zhao Kun with a smile.

"San Niang, the three of you make bread, and I roll out the dough by myself, so it's too late!" Zhao Kun complained while rolling out the dough.

Ying Shi chuckled, looked at Wang Ya beside him, and reminded: "Then you can find someone to roll it for you!"

"Forget it!" Zhao Kun shook his head and sighed: "The cooks and servants in the mansion, I let them go home for the New Year, and now there are no one."

Hearing this, Wang Ya was overjoyed, and said timidly, "Then...how about I..."

"Hahaha, you are all here!"

Wang Ya wanted to help, but before he could say anything, Ying Zheng walked in with a smile.

Seeing Ying Zheng, Gongsun Yu and Ying Shi were slightly taken aback, wondering why His Majesty is here?

Shouldn't it be early morning?
Before they could react, Zhao Kun took the lead and said to Yingzheng: "The adoptive father came just in time, and I'm rolling bread and dumplings, come and help!"

Gongsun Yu: "..."

Ying Shi: "..."

The two looked at each other with surprised expressions.

Ying Zheng chuckled, stepped forward and took a look at Zhao Kun's face, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you cooking up?"

"Dumplings!"

"dumpling?"

Ying Zheng asked curiously, "What are dumplings?"

"It's in the dustpan!" Zhao Kun raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his nose, and pouted at the dustpan in front of Gongsunyu.

Ying Zheng turned his head to look, and saw the snow-white crescent-shaped dough neatly placed in the dustpan, which was really beautiful.

"Is this the dumpling?"

"That's right!" Zhao Kun nodded: "Let's eat this on New Year's Eve tomorrow. It's delicious, and it has a good meaning."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng immediately became interested: "What does it mean?"

"Dumplings, also known as 'Jiaozi', imply reunion and reunion."

"When you are younger, you will be reunited with Fulu."

Ying Zheng recalled this sentence and felt it was very meaningful. This was the first time he experienced the happy taste of the whole family living in harmony.

"Haha, good! Then foster father will roll out the dough for you."

With that said, Ying Zheng rolled up his sleeves, ready to help.

"Father, wait a minute, go wash your hands first."

"handwashing?"

Zhao Kun nodded: "That's right! You have to wash your hands when you eat, you have to wash your hands when you cook, and you have to wash your hands after dinner, so that you don't get sick easily!"

"This……"

When Ying Zheng heard this, he was embarrassed for a moment, then he turned around obediently and washed his hands.

Gongsun Yu and Ying Shi, who were watching from the side, were dumbfounded, wondering when did Shi Huangdi become so easy-going?

Is this still the domineering and awe-inspiring First Emperor?

.........

With the addition of Ying Zheng, there were not many dumplings, but a few baskets of buns.

There is no other reason.

The dough rolled by the first emperor was not used to make dumplings at all.It's just that his hands are too strong, or the skin is too rotten, or the skin is too thin.

Simply Zhao Kun asked him to rub the skin of the buns.

He is quite good at this, and he made dozens of cards.

So today's dinner changed from eating dumplings to eating buns.

Because Qin Chao didn't have any vegetables, Zhao Kun used fermented bean sprouts, mixed with pork, and steamed several baskets of sprouts.

The taste of the bean sprouts package is not to say how delicious it is, anyway, the first emperor ate it with great joy.

It may also be that I have never eaten steamed buns before, and I find them novel.

And with the fact that he rubbed the bun skin himself, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

After eating two baskets of sixteen steamed buns in a row, plus a bowl of soy milk, Ying Zheng felt that his beer belly had gotten bigger.

Although Zhao Kun was not eating buns for the first time, he ate no less than Ying Zheng.

Only the three of Gongsunyu didn't eat much, and the three of them ate two baskets of steamed stuffed buns.

If you eat too many buns, you must not go to bed directly, otherwise you will suffer from indigestion.

So a few people were in the hall, drinking coffee and chatting while enjoying the warmth of the fireplace.

It's kind of like a tea party.

Probably because men don't want to communicate too much with women in the world, so Zhao Kun and Ying Zheng chatted with Gongsun Yu and the others for a while, and they felt very boring, so they came to the side hall together and played "Six Games".

The so-called "Liu Bo" is a chess and card game in the pre-Qin period.

Zhao Kun didn't know it at first, but after watching Chen Ping play with Han Xin, he gradually learned a little bit.

But compared to Ying Zheng, he was a bit overwhelmed.

Played a total of twenty times without winning a single time.

When it came to No. 20, Ying Zheng really couldn't bear it, so he deliberately let him in, and finally let him win.

"Haha foster father! The horse stumbled, you lost!" Zhao Kun danced excitedly and laughed loudly.

It was as if he had won all the previous twenty times.

Regarding his son's performance, Ying Zheng was a little dumbfounded. If he hadn't let him play, he might have lost a hundred times.

Even Wang Ya next to him played better than him.

Zhao Kun's chess quality was very poor, and he never came back after winning once, as if he was afraid that Ying Zheng would win back again, Ying Zheng was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and at the same time couldn't laugh or cry.

The current Zhao Kun doesn't look like the vanguard of the rebellion, he is clearly a child.

It's still early today, and it's boring to go back. The key is that Zhao Kun lost too fast, 21 times down, half an hour was useless.

"Since you don't play 'Liu Bo', how about we play Go?" Ying Zheng suggested again.

Go existed in the pre-Qin period, and Go was mentioned many times in "Historical Records", so the first emperor would naturally play Go.

And his Go is better than 'Liu Bo'.

He didn't intend to let Zhao Kun go this time, lest he play tricks again.

However, Zhao Kun was a bad chess player, not to mention Go, he was very good at chess, so he immediately rejected Ying Zheng's proposal.

However, just refusing is not the answer, you have to find a more fun one.

"Have it!"

Zhao Kun looked at Wang Ya next to him, his eyes lit up suddenly, he patted his forehead and said to Ying Zheng, "Father, let's play Landlords!"

"Fighting the Landlord?"

Ying Zheng frowned, not knowing why.

Zhao Kun explained with a smile: "The so-called Fight the Landlord is also a board game, which is quite fun."

With that said, he quickly stood up, ran to the bedroom, and took out the playing cards from the system.

Ying Zheng looked at the playing cards he took out, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "This...is this a card?"

"That's right! These are playing cards made of paper!"

Zhao Kun nodded with a smile, and then took care of Wang Ya and sat down: "Come on, Yamei is coming too, let's play Fight the Landlord!"

Wang Ya, who was drowsy, heard Zhao Kun calling herself 'Ya Mei', her face blushed, she looked at Zhao Kun in a daze, and wondered why the young master called herself so affectionately?
Could it be that he wants to...

Ok?
What is the thing in the son's hand?

Before Wang Ya could react, Zhao Kun sat down with a stern look on his face, and then said arrogantly: "We're going to play Landlord Fighting today, and I'm going to kill everyone!"

Hearing this, Wang Ya was taken aback, but Ying Zheng smiled and said nothing. Zhao Kun then briefly introduced the rules of playing cards to them.

Ying Zheng had a good idea and learned it quickly.

There was only one question, and he asked Zhao Kun, "Why is the game of this card called Doudizhu?"

Zhao Kun: "There are class conflicts between peasants and landlords. Landlords love to exploit peasants, so peasants rebel. The core of fighting against landlords is peasants rebelling against landlords."

Ying Zheng: "..."

I rub!

Why do you guys like to talk about rebellion in everything?

You have to be like this when you play cards, can you still have fun?
To be honest, he thought it was quite novel when he heard the game of fighting the landlord just now, but he was a little depressed when he heard Zhao Kun say that the peasants rebelled against the landlord.

I thought to myself, isn’t Lao Tzu the biggest landlord?
However, compared to Go, the game of Doudizhu is more interesting and relatively simple.

It can be said that poker is the best pastime after dinner.

Therefore, Ying Zheng didn't bother with Zhao Kun, and started playing with him.

"Grab the landlord!"

Ying Zheng looked at the cards in his hand and smiled.

Zhao Kun frowned and looked at Wang Ya.

Wang Ya pursed her lips and thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "No."

Zhao Kun: "I don't want it either."

Ying Zheng: "A pair of 3."

Wang Ya: "A pair of 2."

Ying Zheng: "..."

Zhao Kun: "It's such a pleasure working with you... Sorry!"

Ying Zheng was speechless, wondering why this kid wanted to be beaten so much?

Wang Ya looked at him timidly, then at Zhao Kun, then drew out a stack of cards and put them on the table: "345678910JQKA!"

Ying Zheng's eyes widened when he saw the cards on the table.

Seeing this, Zhao Kun pretended to be impatient and urged: "Hurry up, I'll wait until all the flowers wither!"

After hesitating for a moment, Ying Zheng's heart turned and he threw out the two cards next to him: "A pair of kings."

Wang Ya was taken aback, and quickly waved her hands: "I'm sorry."

Zhao Kun: "A bonded worker who only wants to be a landlord is not a good bonded worker. Father, you dare to rob a landlord even if you are a pair of kings?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Ying Zheng stared: "45678910J, hurry up and play!"

Wang Ya: "No."

Zhao Kun smiled disdainfully: "Running like a monkey, you may not be able to escape, foster father, 8910JQKA."

Ying Zheng: "..."

Wang Ya: "I'm sorry."

Zhao Kun: "A pair of 3."

Ying Zheng glanced at Zhao Kun's cards, and smiled coldly: "I thought you had a good card, but it turned out to be nothing more than that, a pair of fives, let's pass."

Wang Ya: "A pair of Qs, order."

Ying Zheng: "."

Zhao Kun: "Hahaha! It's such a pleasure working with you! Don't!"

Hearing this, Ying Zheng's face was full of black lines, and he threw out two cards: "A pair of kings!"

Zhao Kun laughed cheaply: "Hey, I have all the big cards in my hands! A pair of aces."

Ying Zheng: "..."

Wang Ya: "I'm sorry."

Zhao Kun: "A 4."

Ying Zheng stood up awkwardly: "You brat!"

Zhao Kun ducked back and made a defensive posture: "Hey! We don't have to be impatient when we lose!"

"Humph!"

Ying Zheng snorted, and threw out the cards in his hand unwillingly: "A Jack, let's play it."

"A 2."

Wang Ya finished playing the cards in a daze, then looked at Zhao Kun and asked, "My lord, have we won again?"

Although she was a bit dull, she had played two games with Zhao Kun and the others, and she also mastered the way of fighting the landlord.

"Well, I won again."

Zhao Kun nodded with a smile, then turned his head and joked to Ying Zheng: "A lot of times, a real rookie is more difficult to deal with than a real master."

"You talk too much!"

Ying Zheng rolled his eyes, then threw the cards on the table: "Again, let's see who has the last laugh!"

"Hahaha, don't go! The decisive battle will last until dawn!"

Zhao Kun laughed, followed by shuffling and dealing the cards, and started a new round of Fighting the Landlords.
It didn't take long for Ying Zheng and Wang Ya to be fascinated.

Of course, if you make mahjong another day, you can also let Gongsun Yu and the others play.

After all, middle-aged women in every era are the same, apart from being boring, they are still boring.

When Wang Li finished all the procedures and came to Zhao Kun's mansion, it was already dark.

In the end, before he could communicate with Zhao Kun about Longxi County, he was dragged into the Doudizhu circle by the three of Zhao Kun.

Because of the increase in the number of people, the game must be changed.

So Zhao Kun made another deck of poker and played Four Players Fighting the Landlord.

Unknowingly, the four of them played all night until dawn, when they couldn't support each other and went to sleep.

It was only when Ying Zheng and Zhao Kun woke up that they realized that the New Year's Eve had already arrived in the afternoon, and after a while, they would have the New Year's Eve dinner.

However, their dumplings haven't been wrapped yet!
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(End of this chapter)