my grandfather was qin shi huang

Although I have been in Shangjun for more than a year, the small courtyard in Fusu is still simple and simple, with almost no changes compared to when I came here. Except for a few cooks given by Zhao Ying, there was not even an ordinary maid. Even the guards who served beside him were all old people brought from the mansion.

The wind and sand in Shangjun made his once vigorous and jade-like face look a bit rougher than usual in the North. However, this not only did not damage his brilliance at all, but made him look more elegant and easy-going. It's a little more heroic.

A guard brought tea.

This is not a large porcelain bowl common in the north, but a rather exquisite tea set given by County Sheriff Yan during his last visit. However, no one would find it disharmonious. This simple courtyard seems to have a magical charm. No matter what kind of things appear here, you will not feel any surprise.

Fusu didn't seem to realize anything was wrong. He took the tea cup quite naturally, sat on the small backrest chair that had been popular in Shangjun recently, and took a sip gently to moisturize his dry lips. .

Then he looked around at everyone with a smile.

"How are you doing with the books I taught you some time ago? I'm going to be a teacher in a few days. Don't embarrass yourself in front of others..."

Hearing Fusu ask about this, several guards beside him cupped their hands.

"Your Highness, I can already read it. This word is a bit ugly. I'm afraid that I will lose the face of the young master..."

Fusu couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"What kind of shame is this? If you can read and write, you are already very good. Going out to be a country gentleman is more than enough. You can go out and start giving lectures tomorrow. I will let people inform County Sheriff Yan about this, and the village elders from all over the country will also Will cooperate..."

When the guards heard this, they couldn't help but show a trace of hesitation on their faces.

"Sir, if I go out, who will stay to protect your safety..."

Fusu shook his head.

"I also have to go out to class, so I can't bring a group of guards with me..."

Seeing that everyone was still a little worried, he said reluctantly.

"Then Ding Er and Tian San will stay, and the rest will go to various places in the city to give lectures. They will come back every three days, and I will check everyone's progress..."

Ever since he heard that his son Zhao Ying was spreading free education wherever he went, Fusu began to silently teach the guards around him how to read and write.

Now, after his training during this period, the guards around him are naturally not very educated people, but it is no longer a problem to teach him the words he taught step by step.

Seeing that Fusu had made up his mind, everyone could only solemnly agree and went down to prepare.

Until this moment, Ding Er hesitated.

"Since the young master wants to give lectures and educate the people in Shangjun, why don't you select talented people, gather them into the county's schools, and teach them carefully, instead of letting them, these rough embryos..."

Ding Er was a little embarrassed to mention the level of the group of people around Fusu. Except for a few who could barely be considered proficient in writing, most of the others could only be regarded as simply knowing a few people. How could they be other people's husbands?

Hearing Ding Er ask about this, Fusu was silent for a moment, and then spoke in a somewhat complicated tone.

"I used to think the same way as you, that education is about cultivating talents from all over the world. Until some time ago, I received a letter from your young master..."

With that said, Fusu took out one of the letters from the pile of letters on the table and handed it to Chouji.

"You might as well take a look..."

Ding Er couldn't help but look a little hesitant.

"Sir, this-"

Seeing Chong Er's reaction, Fusu couldn't help but smile and wave his hand.

"It doesn't matter, just take a look..."

Only then did Ding Er apologize, stretched out his hands, and took it respectfully.

"Little boy..."

After Ding Er finished reading, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and a trace of unprecedented respect appeared on his face, even when he heard that His Highness the Emperor Changsun swept across Mobei and pacified Hexi.

He may not understand the true intentions of the emperor's grandson, but his most simple emotions tell him that this is a young master who truly treats these servants as human beings!

This is an emperor’s eldest grandson who is truly kind to their servants!

"The young master is indeed very similar to the young master. His generous character and character are so similar to the young master——"

This letter written by Zhao Ying to Fusu does not contain many private conversations between father and son. Instead, it is like a son traveling abroad, simply reporting what he has done while away from home, without exaggerating. , no pretense, and of course, no explanation.

He had already guessed the First Emperor's intentions, but because of this, he had to pay attention to maintaining the relationship with Fusu, the old man. Although Fusu was not favored by the First Emperor, it is undeniable that even today, Fusu has unparalleled influence both in the court and among the people.

Especially in front of himself, he naturally possesses great righteousness.

This forced him to treat it with caution.

Even if the First Emperor could decide with one word, even if he was now gaining more wings and becoming more famous, he would not want to face Fusu, his "biological father", one day, even if it caused some minor unpleasantness.

Therefore, although he rarely talked to Fusu about the personal relationship between father and son, he never stopped greeting his father who was far away in Shangjun, and tried his best to tell him something Fusu might like. Or maybe it was a move to accept.

If something may be contrary to Fusu's philosophy, we will try our best to explain it with reasons that are in line with Fusu's philosophy to gain his understanding.

Fusu showed Ding Er one of the letters. This one was not much different from the previous ones. They all talked about his measures to use the charity hall in Zhang County to promote free education, educate the people, and encourage mulberry farming.

"The superiors should think of the common people in the world, and the common people in the world are not only the knowledgeable scholars of powerful families? The common people in Guizhou, the peddlers and the pawns, and the people selling pulp along the streets are all the common people in the world."

"Reading and literacy not only educates the world's talents, but also opens up the wisdom of the people in the world. If everyone in the world can be like a dragon, why should we, the Qin Dynasty, worry about not being able to prosper for eternity? Why should we worry about a few people who harbor evil intentions, talk and talk, and cause trouble in the world? Therefore, the beginning of education must start from the fields, from the peddlers and the pawns..."

Reading Zhao Ying's letter, Ding Er couldn't help but sigh over and over again. He suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of intimacy towards the emperor's grandson, whom he had little impression of.

When Fusu heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Like me?"

Fusu shook his head, and said with a wry smile that seemed both proud and emotional.

"I'm not as good as him——"

……

Zhao Ying naturally didn't know that at this moment, his father was lamenting that he was not as good as his son as a father. After leaving Zhangjun, he did not take a carriage, but sat on his own dark clouds and snow, together with Zhang Liang, while Looking around at the scene in Jiangnan that was completely different from that of later generations, I secretly compared it with the map in my memory.

"Your Highness, if we walk more than ten miles further, we will soon reach the boundary of Kuaiji County..."

Zhang Liang pointed to a mountain col in front and turned to report to Zhao Ying. Zhao Ying nodded.

Although there is no Chidao connecting Zhangjun and Kuaijijun, Daqin's official roads are really strong, smooth and regular. Even the distance between the trees planted on both sides of the road is as strict as a ruler. The same.

Moreover, the road condition is very good, and someone takes care of it regularly. As long as we don't go down the official road, don't go around the side roads, and don't go into the countryside, the marching speed is not much slower. In addition, it was early spring, and there were almost no mosquitoes, rats, ants, or poisonous miasma that would make future generations disgraceful.

Make their trip much more convenient.

Zhao Ying looked at the sky and nodded slightly.

"It looks like there will be rain today. I'm going to order everyone to speed up. They must pass through this mountain valley within half an hour, and then find a flat place to camp and rest..."

"promise--"

Following Zhao Ying's instructions, the speed of the team in front instantly accelerated.

Inside the carriage.

The old man Huangshi, who was closing his eyes and concentrating, felt the instant acceleration of the carriage, and opened his eyes slightly. He raised the window, glanced out, felt the slightly moist air, and turned to look at his little house. The apprentice smiled.

"Didn't you just complain that you could only stay in the carriage? You can get off the carriage later and go for a walk..."

Xu Negi, who was holding a scroll of bamboo slips and taking a nap with his eyes closed, immediately raised his head when he heard this and said in surprise.

"Why is it so early today..."

As he said that, he subconsciously opened the car curtain next to him and took a look outside.

"It's going to rain..."

……

This spring rain came quickly.

Zhao Ying's motorcade had just passed through the narrow mountain col. Before the tents were set up, a drizzle began to fall in the air.

Next to the camp next to the stream, a soldier who had been busy for a long time tied up the last wooden stake. Then he raised his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked to the stream in twos and threes with a few companions. He squatted down on the blue stone, stretched out his hand, and took a handful of cold water to wash his face.

"The south is different from the north. The water is cleaner than ours..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands to hold another handful, put it to his mouth and drank. Who knows, before anyone could drink, they would be slapped away by their companions, and the cold stream water would be sprinkled all over them.

However, before he could get angry, he heard his companion beside him yell and curse in angrily.

"Is your skin itchy again? Could it be that you forgot His Highness's instructions..."

When the man heard this, he couldn't help but shrink his head in fear, and he smiled and cupped his hands.

"Thank you, Seventh Brother, thank you Seventh Brother, I forgot, I thought the water was quite clear..."

Seeing this guy smiling playfully, the man who reminded him said angrily.

"Very clear? Have you forgotten how miserable those brothers were who secretly drank raw water against His Highness's orders last time..."

When this was mentioned, a few people just thought that it would be okay to take a few sips secretly, but then quickly took their mouths back.

Those brothers were not only upset for several days, but after they had recovered, they were personally watched by His Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson, and were whipped several times. Not only were they beaten and tortured, but His Highness the eldest emperor's grandson was also humiliated...

"Tell me, this water looks quite clear, but why are there the kind of insects His Highness the Emperor Changsun mentioned..."

"Who knows this? I'm afraid you have to ask the emperor's eldest grandson..."

Several people came back from the stream and returned to their tents. Then they consciously took out a thin booklet from their luggage bags and studied hard there. Look at the posture and the participation of future students. It’s like a college entrance examination summer camp, where you are studying against the clock.

"Brother Qi, Brother Qi, what does this word mean? I forgot again..."

"Tree means planting..."

The man who was called Seventh Brother raised his head and glanced, then gave him a straight answer.

"Ban, I advise you to work harder. When His Royal Highness the Emperor and Grandson takes the test later, you must not come in first place again and drag down our brothers in the Wuli..."

Upon hearing Brother Qi's instructions, the man who asked for advice on how to pronounce the word suddenly became bitter.

"Do you think I want to delay? I'm not good at studying. There are seven or eight crooked characters and seven or eight crooked characters. They all look the same. It makes my head hurt. Instead of letting me recognize it, Well, I would rather carry this guy to the battlefield and fight the enemy with real swords and guns..."

"Then don't admit it if you have the ability..."

Seventh Brother's words made this man lose his temper.

I muttered there for a long time before squatting back on my bed angrily.

"I didn't deny it. I, I still thought that when I go back, I could be an upright person, or maybe I could be a prostitute..."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of cheerful laughter in the camp.

Everyone knows that the emperor's eldest grandson will do what he says.

Promise them that as long as they study hard and pass the assessment set by the emperor's eldest grandson, he will ask His Majesty for their orders and allow them to be discharged and return to their fields. Based on their assessment results and past merits, they can return to their hometown and live a good life. You Jiao, or someone with a position like pavilion chief, who knows how to farm, might even be able to get a civilian gangster who is a stingy man. Isn't it better than being a big-headed soldier now?

Therefore, joking is joking, and complaining is complaining, but when you really learn, each one becomes more motivated than the last.

"Fu'er, have you heard of such an army before?"

Old Man Huangshi's own young disciple Xu Negative, each holding an umbrella made of green bamboo, walked leisurely and admired the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, while looking at the soldiers gathered in twos and threes at the entrance of the camp, reading in the light of daylight, his tone was a little complicated.

"No, even though Sun Tzu Wu Qi and his like are still alive, I'm afraid many of them are not as good as..."

Xu Yan looked around playfully, an inexplicable emotion flashing in his eyes.

"It's easy to drive out an army that has fought hundreds of battles, to meet millions of soldiers, and to win..."

Having said this, Xu Zeng couldn't help but look around at this unheard-of scene again.

"However, to drive the master of hundreds of battles, to read and practice calligraphy, to know etiquette and righteousness, to talk about advance and retreat, and to learn how to govern the people, this is a move that even the legendary holy king has never done..." (End of this chapter)