my grandfather was qin shi huang

Now, his eldest grandson no longer needs to use these trivial things to become famous. The name of the emperor's eldest grandson is already enough to shock the world!
Qin Hengdao!

He likes this name. Just think about it and he can imagine the scene of his eldest grandson standing with his sword across the sky, looking down at the world, but no one dares to take a step forward.

This kind of imagination made him feel extremely comfortable, and he subconsciously straightened his back.

I have a grandson who is invincible in the world!
Mingguang Jia, he also likes this name, it naturally has a majestic aura.

That kid has the air of a king after all!
This thought further strengthened the thoughts in his mind.

Turning around, he looked at Hei beside him.

"Go back and take a look at Zong Zheng's Mansion. Let them divine a good day and hold a canonization ceremony for the emperor's eldest grandson as soon as possible!"

Having said this, he couldn't help but cast his eyes on the box in front of him.

"The Emperor's Chief..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped again and waved his hands to the left and right.

"Forget it, I'd better go there by myself!"

After saying that, the First Emperor turned to Hei and ordered.

"Get ready, let's go to the emperor's grandson's house together - this brat dares to do such a big thing behind my back..."

He was cursing, but there was a smile that couldn't be concealed between his eyebrows.

Black echoed with a smile.

"This just shows that His Highness has a calm mind, which is different from ordinary people. Let alone ordinary people, even the ministers of the court, how many people can be as stable as the emperor's eldest grandson?"

The First Emperor laughed.

"You don't have to say good things for him. I have to go over and deal with him today..."

After saying that, he walked away.

"Come on, Fusu's treacherous son is back today. He must have prepared a lot of delicious food at his house. We just happened to go over and join in the fun..."

Black smiled and bowed.

"That's great. Speaking of which, I have been thinking about the delicacies at His Highness the Emperor's Grandson's house for a long time..."

……

How many days has it been since the emperor's grandson returned to Xianyang?

His Majesty, the First Emperor, comes to the Emperor’s Changsun Mansion again!

This grace really makes countless people envious to the point of tears.

When he heard the news, Hu Hai couldn't help but be absent-minded for a long time, and then silently lowered his head for a long time. He had had such grace before, but he could not go back!
He had thought countless times about what would have happened now if he had not acquiesced when Li Shiqi suggested plotting against the emperor's eldest grandson...

But there are no ifs in life!

"Young Master, here are the accounts sent from the emperor's eldest grandson's house this month. Please take a look at them..."

Seeing Hu Hai sitting slumped in the courtyard, the old steward subconsciously slowed down and bowed from a distance.

"The emperor's eldest grandson..."

Hu Hai looked at the account book handed over by the old steward with some confusion, and then suddenly remembered that it was already the beginning of April, and it was the day when the emperor's grandson would deliver the accounts to him.

In the past, every time like this, he was particularly worried. He felt that he had let that bitch Zhao Ying take advantage of him for nothing.

But now, the situation has turned, he is under house arrest, and that hateful bitch has suddenly emerged, and is about to be canonized as the emperor's grandson!
Looking at this account again, the situation in my heart is quite complicated and difficult to describe.

The trees fell and the hozens scattered.

Those followers who used to wish they could grow up in his house every day and show their hearts to him, all of them are so afraid of him that they can't even treat him or give him gifts! If Zhao Ying hadn't still insisted on having accounts delivered to his house every month, and if Zhao Ying hadn't still insisted on giving him a share every month, I don't know what Hu Hai's situation would have been like.

Speaking of which, as my uncle, I still relied on his blessing.

No matter, he is sincere or is just showing off!

Hu Hai was just a man of great ambition and talent, not a fool, but what made him even more uncomfortable was that he found that he could not do without Zhao Ying's blessing...

He threw it aside without even looking at the account book in his hand.

Seeing him like this, the old steward hesitated to speak, but in the end he couldn't help but ask.

"Sir, do you still follow the old rules?"

Suddenly there was silence for a long time, but he still nodded silently.

The old steward sighed slightly in his heart, bowed and retreated.

This month's dividend sent from the emperor's grandson's house was neatly packed on the car. Although it was only 20%, the coal business in Hedong was becoming more and more prosperous, and the amount distributed to Hu Hai was still very impressive. There were seven or eight carriages transporting money alone!

"Steward, what do you want the young master to do this month?"

Seeing the old steward come out and the coachmen who were resting on the carriage, they all came over to inquire.

The old steward glanced at these heavy belongings and sighed inconspicuously.

"Everything is the same as before..."

"That's it again. According to me, there's no need to go through all this trouble..."

As if they had expected this outcome, the carriage drivers and guards escorting the goods muttered a few words in a low voice with some dissatisfaction, then turned around and ran towards the Charity Hall.

Since the establishment of the Charity Hall, the 18th Young Master's house has sent money from the house to the Charity Hall every month. However, every month without exception, he has been turned away.

Even the guards and coachmen under him have become accustomed to this kind of life of being hot-faced and cold-blooded.

I originally thought that this month, I would continue to be rejected.

Unexpectedly, the guard at the door saw their carriage from a distance and opened the door with a smile. Before they could get closer, the steward of the Charity Hall greeted them.

"It's from the 18th Young Master's house, come on, bring them all in first -"

The old steward was prepared to be rejected again. When he suddenly heard that he was asked to send something in, he opened his mouth in shock.

The guards and coachmen, who were originally lazy and thought they were going to be turned away again, were almost out of their way.

"You, you mean, you accepted it this time?"

The old steward couldn't help but subconsciously confirm again.

The steward in charge of reception smiled and cupped his hands.

"The Eighteenth Young Master has a heart of love and compassion, how can we, the Charity Hall, be so unkind..."

When the old steward heard this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He turned around excitedly and ordered his coachman and guards.

"Hurry, hurry, get the car in quickly - well, be careful not to damage anything in the yard..."

At this moment, he suddenly felt energetic, and even walking felt much more energetic than before. When he got inside, he didn't even take a sip of the tea brought to him by the steward of the Charity Hall. He kept bustling about with a happy face and couldn't rest for a moment.

All the hard work paid off, and my son’s money was finally given away.

If the young master knew, I don’t know how happy he would be!
……

Just when the old steward was overjoyed that his son finally gave away the money, Xiang Liang, who was the uncle of General Zhenbei and Yanbei County Lieutenant Xiang Yu, was a little restless at the residence of General Zhenbei. (End of chapter)