my grandfather was qin shi huang

Chapter 110 Zhao Ying: I seem to have forgotten something
Li Xin's child was still full of pride from the bottom of his bones, and he refused to owe any favors.

Thinking of the high-spirited young man who used to want to compete with him, Wang Jian couldn't help showing a smile.

"It's nice to be young—"

……

After learning the art of war, Wang Li left without hesitation.

This is the wisdom of living with the eldest father for a long time. If you continue to stay, if you don't last for a quarter of an hour, you will probably be nagging and disgusting and teach you a lesson.

If it's not good, you have to be scolded.

Looking at the eldest grandson who almost ran away, Wang Jian couldn't laugh or cry.

Originally, I wanted to ask about the situation of the young master and Li Xin's art of war deduction together, but in the end, this kid ran away, forget it, this little bastard ran away as well.

Wang Jian lay down on his rocking chair with a leisurely expression, shaking slowly.

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Wang Li, on the other hand, was full of curiosity and went to find out about his sister.When did Li Shu's icy, tsundere girl become the little follower of the eldest grandson of the emperor?
Such a proud and domineering person.

This is very unreasonable!

After hearing his brother's question, Wang Nan couldn't help but startled.

Li Shu became Zhao Ying's female bodyguard?

Why haven't I heard of this...

No wonder I haven't seen Li Shu for a few days!
After finding a random reason and perfunctory his elder brother, Wang Nan thought about it, and recruited his personal maid, Zhu'er, and asked her to go out to inquire.

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Do it when you think of it.

After returning that night, Zhao Ying began to think about the military sand table.

For this, he has some impressions. After all, in his previous life, he had a [-]D map at home.

If he changed his previous life, he would definitely not be able to copy it, but after time travel, he has a photographic memory, and many memories of his previous life have also become clear.

However, considering that there was a gap of more than 2000 years between Daqin and later generations.

The vicissitudes of life in the middle, changes in the earth's crust, and changes in rivers may be different from those in later generations in many places, but the general framework should still be quite similar.

At that time, I will ask Emperor Shihuang to help me modify and adjust it.

After dinner, Zhao Ying rarely went to the backyard to practice martial arts, but hid in his own study. According to his own memory, he picked up a stick of charcoal specially made to burn, and carefully drew the [-]D map of .

Thanks to my parents in my previous life for enrolling in interest classes.

I haven't learned anything else, and the sketch can basically take shape.

But the map was a bit big, and Zhao Ying didn't have much trouble drawing it. Many servants in the house noticed that the young master's study room was still brightly lit in the middle of the night.

The next day, Zhao Ying didn't eat at home, but went directly to the palace.

Now under his training, the first emperor's breakfast has become very rich, such as pancakes, buns, flower rolls, soy milk, tofu nao, and millet porridge, have all become home-cooked dishes on the first emperor's breakfast table.

Since the first emperor liked to eat fish, he would serve a bowl of fish balls every time, sprinkled with a little green chives, which looked bright and appetizing.

However, Emperor Shihuang had a small appetite, and his food was not extravagant. For example, this morning, it was just a bowl of fish balls, a portion of tofu nao, and a few small steamed buns.

Seeing Zhao Ying coming into the palace early in the morning, Shi Huang pointed to the opposite side with some surprise.

"It's just in time for you to come. Have you eaten yet? If you haven't eaten, you can eat with Daddy..."

Before he finished his words, Zhao Ying had already eaten a steamed stuffed bun.

"Hey, that's right, it's mutton—it tastes pretty good..."

After speaking, he took another bite.

The first emperor looked at his eating with disgust, then looked at the only bun left on the steamer, and waved to the maid beside him.

"Go, let the imperial kitchen send a few more baskets of steamed stuffed buns, and in addition, send another ten catties of mutton,—"

My grandson, I know that if I don't send ten catties of mutton, my grandson won't be able to eat enough.

"Tell me, come so early today, what's the matter..."

Emperor Shihuang gently scooped up a piece of tofu brain with a spoon, put it in his mouth, and ate it slowly, while asking very casually.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask my father to borrow two censors to help me read the map information, I am going to draw a slightly more detailed map..."

In the Qin Dynasty, Yushi Zhongcheng was in charge of managing the map archives, and was also responsible for drawing the map of the world. Many first-hand materials were in their hands.

Seeing that it was for this, Shi Huang nodded indifferently while drinking tofu nao slowly.

In this era, drawing maps is of course a very serious matter.

But who made him the most beloved grandson of the first emperor.

Things that are extremely difficult for others, for him, are just a matter of one sentence.Not to mention some map-making materials, even the various marching maps that are absolutely confidential to others are nothing more than ordinary to Zhao Ying today. After all, as long as he wants to see it, he can read it at any time.

With Shi Huang's permission, Zhao Ying ate faster.

It was almost a whirlwind.

Ten catties of mutton, several baskets of steamed buns, and a dozen bowls of millet porridge were all gone.

"Father, I'll go get busy first, and I won't be with you today. Later, I'll show you something good..."

The First Emperor waved his hands in disgust.

"Get out of here, get out of here, if you want to run away, just say so..."

Zhao Ying walked away with a smile.

Taking the first emperor's warrant, he went straight to Yushitai and found two Yushi Zhongcheng. After explaining their intentions, the two Yushi Zhongcheng very cooperatively took Zhao Ying upstairs and called over a dozen officials to help Zhao Ying read the documents. almost all map data.

With the blessing of his photographic memory, Zhao Ying flipped through it very quickly.

In less than an hour, he roughly read all the map materials. Many of the map materials here are very precious first-hand materials. back.

These materials are very precious to Zhao Ying, who has the memory of later generations.

Even people in this era, if they have not visited the site specifically, it is impossible for them to have such a clear and intuitive impression and overall concept of a certain place like him.

"Your Highness, if you need it, I can find a few officials who are proficient in drawing maps to help you..."

Zhao Ying thought, that's fine, after all, he is considered a professional, so he must be better than the ordinary craftsmen in his family, so he smiled and nodded his thanks.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Ying strode away contentedly with a dozen or so low-level officials from Yushitai who were responsible for drawing maps.

When I came here, I only thought about drawing the map, and I didn't think much about it, but when I thought about it, my thinking suddenly became a little active. Looking back at the tall and mighty Xiezhi in front of the Yushitai, Zhao Ying suddenly felt that I seem to have forgotten something recently...

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think about it.

Forget it, it doesn't seem to matter——

Zhao Ying wasn't entangled either, he was still busy with business, some small things, let's talk about them when we think about them.

……

It has been almost two months since the incident of the prophecy in Shangjun. The two groups of people who were suspected by Zhao Ying at the beginning have already become recruits in his battalion, and one of them has become his own.

On the other hand, the situation seems to be a bit dire.

PS: I will stop talking nonsense before I write a manuscript in the future. In order to cash in, I have written until now...

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(End of this chapter)