Daqin Fusu: It is difficult to start the battle

Chapter 143 It's Hard to Be an Emperor!

On the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month in the first year of Qin II, after offering sacrifices to the Shouling of King Xiaowen, the convoy began to drive at full speed, and the ministers, wives, and noble ladies who participated in the car returned to their carriages.

"Mianmian melon. The first birth of the people is from the soil. The ancient father and father, Tao Fu Taoxue, have no family."

"Gugong Danfu, come to court and walk on horseback. Lead the West Water Margin, as for Qixia. Yuan and Jiangnu, come to Xuyu."

"Zhou Yuan is in a hurry, and the tea is like a candy. I started to plan, and I contracted with me. When the day ends, the house is built here."

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Qi Rui'er sat cross-legged on Fusu's large carriage, playing the piano and singing, she sang an elegant poem from the Book of Songs.

Among them, "Zhou Yuan 膴 (wǔ) 膴, Jin Tu Ru Yi" refers to the city of Yongcheng, the place where King Wen and King Wu of Zhou started their foundation.

It's just that this place was occupied by Rong people before Fenghuo played with the princes.

The royal family of the Zhou Dynasty favored Gaojing, and it was the Qin people who had inherited the Ying surname again who fought bloody battles with the Rong people during this period.

After King Ping moved to the east, the people of Qin fought bloody battles for several generations regardless of death, and took this place back again!
Therefore, Yong became the place where Qin's foundation and king's traces were established.

But all of this had nothing to do with Qi Ruier playing the piano and singing. The reason why she sang this song was because of Ying Yinman who was sitting on the other side with a sand table in her hand and teary eyes.

Ying Yinman's homework today is to memorize this elegant poem and write it silently.

Reading and reciting the full text... Fusu felt a sense of relief, and found a bit of the happiness of a Chinese teacher in the later life.

Holding a roll of bamboo slips expressionlessly, he dealt with the memorials sent from Xianyang.

Many people do not believe that the reason why most ancient emperors lived short lives was that they were often tired and hungry.

Taking Fusu as an example, even with the help of "secretaries" like Xiao He and Chen Ping, his daily working hours are still close to ten hours.

Sometimes it's almost one o'clock in the morning when I close my eyes and go to bed after fulfilling my husband and wife obligations with hugs left and right.

Then the cock crowed...

Depending on the state of the day, choose whether to do morning exercises. If you don’t do it, you usually have to summon several doctors to listen to their classes.

Yes, class!
Memorials related to approving money and food require mastering accounting skills;
Approval of memorials related to construction requires actuarial skills;
Approving papers related to military logistics requires not only the ability to count, but also a certain degree of military accomplishment;

As for memorials involving punishment and prison, it is even more necessary to be proficient in Qin law...

Although Fusu is an engineering student, he does not need to make up math classes, but he needs to make up for many allusions related to the subset of classics and history.

As the saying goes, live to learn and learn. Although it is not advocated to be poor, at least you must be able to understand what is written in other people's memorials!

You need to ask others about everything, so what do you need the emperor to do?
According to Fusu's statistics, the memorials he reads every day are basically between [-] and [-] words.

It doesn't sound like much, but it's classical Chinese!
Two or three words are one sentence, and the amount of information is overwhelming!

There are all kinds of things, from barbarian movements to which county is going to sentence people to death.

What's more, there are many bastards like the author who are desperately pouring water...

Well, it seems that something extraordinary has been exposed...

But it doesn't matter!

In Fusu's memorials in the past few days, supervision on the snowfall in the upper reaches of the Yellow River has also been added.

After all, snowmelt flows into the Yellow River after the beginning of spring, and it is very easy to cause the river to burst during the spring flood in the downstream.

Therefore, in addition to the normal memorials, there are also many memorials from Beidi County and Shangjun counties every day.

Fusu wants to establish a database to compare the snowfall of this year and last year, and strive to predict the difference between the amount of water in the Yellow River and previous years before the spring flood.

The above is still tiring, and many emperors in later generations can't even eat well.

For example, Daoguang in the Qing Dynasty thought that the cakes in the palace were expensive and unpalatable, so he wanted to eat something cheap, such as sliced ​​soup.

So he ordered the Imperial Dining Room to make it. In his opinion, sliced ​​soup is boiled noodles with salt, and mixed with some broth, which can save a lot of money compared to those well-made pastries. It is estimated that he still thinks that he is a thrifty king.

However, the Imperial Dining Room was not allowed to do so, and it was written, "Please add a Dining Room for this purpose."

Daoguang calculated, this cost is not small!

So he replied, "The restaurant outside the Qianmen is the best to make this, forty wener, you can ask the internal supervisor to buy it."

As an emperor, eating a takeaway for [-] cents is not too much, right?

A day later, the Ministry of Internal Affairs reported that the restaurant was closed and they couldn't buy it.

Daoguang knew in his heart that it was because the Ministry of Internal Affairs sealed up the house overnight, just to prevent him from buying it and let him continue to eat pastries from the palace.

So at the end of the round, Daoguang didn't eat a piece of soup, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs didn't make a fortune.

Only the world where the restaurateur outside the front door got hurt...

But in Fusu's view, the Ministry of Internal Affairs is actually a helpless move. If Daoguang had diarrhea on the day after eating the takeaway, the chief officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs should not be able to escape after being beaten;
If Daoguang happened to fall ill the next day, or died...

The first person to be executed was probably the director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

So the Ministry of Internal Affairs will not let Daoguang eat takeaway if he is killed!
From another point of view, Daoguang eats takeaway every day, so what is the value of the cooks in the imperial dining room?
This is the emperor, every word and deed will change the fate of countless people.

But the irony is that the emperor can decide the fate of countless people, but he can't even decide what he will eat the next morning!
To be an emperor is indeed a first-class job in the world... Fusu sighed slightly, opened his mouth to catch a piece of orange that Zhao Ji gave to him, and licked those two slender white fingers along the way.

Mmm sweet!
"Don't open your mouth if you want to intercede. She can't memorize the song 'Cotton'. Tonight's meal is definitely not allowed." After Fusu finished speaking, she looked at Tian Ji who was hugging a fluffy puppy Said: "She can't recite, you two sit together, and the family law will take care of you!"

Tian Ji, who was playing the dog, didn't say a word, while the youngest daughter pouted her lips angrily, but her charming peach eyes were bent downward.

Before time travel, Fusu always associated the two words charming and sexy.

It wasn't until he met Tian Ji that he truly understood the difference between charming and sexy. The former only needs an expression or a look, which is enough to captivate people's hearts.

Perhaps this is the reason why the king never came to court early... Fusu looked away and continued to remember today's memorial.

Zhao Ji sighed slightly in her heart, forcing herself to be the same as Tian Ji, not to look at Ying Yinman's lovely and pitiful eyes.

As a result, Qi Rui'er, who was set on fire, messed up several beats in a row.

She took a peek at Tian Ji and Zhao Ji who were accompanying Fusu, her delicate little face suddenly collapsed, and she sighed secretly, in fact...

She also wants to try the so-called family law!

(End of this chapter)