my grandfather was qin shi huang

Chapter 79 My grandson, why take risks

However, Fusu didn't think about these things at this time.

During these days, he was very busy every day. He either went to the army to reward the soldiers, or traveled lightly, went deep into the fields, learned about the autumn planting situation, inspected the terrain, observed the direction of the river, and led the people of Shangjun to dig wells and repair ditches, and build water conservancy projects. , or sitting at the head of the village, chatting with some old people in the village about their parents' short stories, and listening to the hardships of the people's livelihood.

Sometimes I can't go back to the city, so I spend the night in a small farmyard.

Eating rough food and sleeping on a cold and hard plank bed, the melancholy in Fusu's eyes deepened.

Whenever the night stopped, he would hug his knees and stare at the night sky in a daze.

Playing back the letter sent by Mr. Chun Yuyue over and over again in his mind, the simple but dark and thin faces of countless villagers flashed across, feeling their humble hope in the dust.

Could it be that I was really wrong in the past?

In the past few days, he asked himself over and over again in his heart, but there was no answer, and no one could tell him the answer.

The guards accompanying him found that his generous and benevolent eldest son became more silent and thinner, walking silently on this desolate and dilapidated land like an ascetic all day long.

However, the respect in everyone's eyes became more and more serious.

They have never seen any noble person who can see all these poor and lowly people in his eyes like the eldest son. They can't think of any big reason, but they have a simple thought in their hearts.

Willing to die for such a eldest son!
Outside Shangjun City.

In the past few days, Meng Tian, ​​who had completely handed over to Wang Ben who came over, stood in front of the carriage with folded hands, and bowed to Fusu to salute.

"Eldest son, take care—"

Fusu smiled gently, and also bowed farewell.

"General take care—"

Meng Tian glanced over at the eldest son who nodded gently at him, and looked at Wang Ben who was standing next to the eldest son, hesitated to speak, but finally bowed his hands solemnly.

"General Wang, we will meet later—"

"General Meng, there will be a period later—"

Everything was kept silent, and Wang Ben also solemnly handed over to bid farewell to Meng Tian.

Fu Su and Wang Ben stood outside the long pavilion until Meng Tian's carriage disappeared at the end of the road, and then turned back to the city.At this time, it was almost New Year's Eve, even if it was far away in Shangjun, the city already had some New Year's weather.

Wang Ben is a newcomer, so Mr. Fusu naturally wants to do his best as a landlord.

I also want to know the current situation at home.

Although there is correspondence with my family, the distance between the two places is nearly a thousand miles. Although there is a military station, it is still somewhat inconvenient. The last time I communicated was when I first arrived in Shangjun, and it has been more than 20 days since now.

So, listening to Wang Ben's narration, Fusu's mouth couldn't help opening wider and wider, and he was stunned.

Are you sure that the young master Ying you mentioned is my Fusu's son?

Forget about inventing the Huangsun Li, the Huangsun Car, and the Huangsun Mill, he is even capable of beating a bear and capturing a big bear alive?

He also knew about the Western Regions, so he drew a plausible map without knowing the truth?
Fusu's head was buzzing.

If it weren't for Wang Ben's words to be accurate, and he knew Wang Ben's character and temper well, he was not a casual joker, he couldn't believe his ears, and he almost doubted himself.

I gave birth to a genius son?

I don't even know!
Ouch, I'm really ashamed, I haven't cared about this good son all these years.

Fusu had mixed feelings in his heart, he was happy and ashamed at the same time, he felt that he paid too little attention to this child, and this A Weng was really unqualified.

When he heard that his son was deeply loved by his own Aunt, not only became a champion general, but was also taken by the first emperor to visit Mei County, and recruited 3000 young children from the three Bai clans of Mengxi, Fusu's entire body Everyone was silent.

No one understands better than him the importance of the third Bai family of Mengxi in the heart of the first emperor.

Because of the impact of this news, when he heard that his son had started to learn the art of war from the old general Wang Jian, he almost didn't react.

After he reacted, the joy on his face could no longer be concealed, and even the melancholy that had been tainted by the pain in his eyes these days had dissipated a lot.

It was rare for Fusu to drink too much wine during this reception.

……

The Chinese New Year will be the next day.

Although Zhao Ying didn't feel anything in his heart, he didn't mean to disturb other people's New Year. When he left yesterday, he had already greeted the old general Wang Jian and agreed to take a rest for the next few days and not go to Wang's mansion anymore. Continue to learn the art of war.

He took his brother and sister out for a stroll in the morning.

Originally, I wanted to buy some small things as gifts for the two of them, but after shopping around, I found that even in the market outside, there was nothing worth mentioning.

There are fewer people selling things and fewer people buying things.

In this era, the self-sufficiency of the small peasant economy has been brought into full play almost to the extreme.Moreover, even if it was Chinese New Year, there were no lanterns and firecrackers on the street, not even the New Year pictures that he was familiar with in later generations, but occasionally there were a few shops that sold peach charms, and he was not interested.

There are craftsmen in my house, whether it is workmanship or material selection, the quality is much better than those at these small stalls.

Although he lacked interest, Zhao Qi and Zhao Xi, who rarely had the opportunity to go out, were very excited, looking around all the way, very happy.

After Zhao Ying casually bought a portion of maltose for the two of them, the two of them became even happier.

Although they don't lack these on weekdays, they can be the same as the ones they buy when they go shopping.However, Zhao Ying had something on his mind, and he didn't want to go for a long walk. After a while, he was ready to go back.

"Brother, look over there, there are still calligraphy and painting sellers..."

Zhao Qi couldn't help but his eyes lit up, pointing to the small stall beside him.

Zhao Ying looked up in surprise, and there was actually a calligraphy and painting seller.

The Qin Dynasty naturally had calligraphy and painting, and there were many good works in the Fusu Mansion, many of whom were famous artists in the world.But calligraphy and painting, like later generations, are expensive because of people. In this era, there are few paintings on the street, and there are very few works of famous masters on the street.

Even if it is a famous masterpiece, Zhao Ying is actually not very interested.In his previous life, he was a child of an ordinary family, so he couldn't appreciate such sunny things. Even his computer hard drive in his previous life was mostly filled with exotic scenery.

However, he looked at Zhao Qi beside him, nodded with a smile, and immediately walked over.

Chen Ping folded his hands, while enduring the hunger in his stomach, while watching the crowds coming and going boredly, feeling a little depressed in his heart.

I am unwilling to be mediocre, and because I spend a lot of money to study everywhere, but I don't get much money, which makes my sister-in-law dissatisfied, and even made my elder brother Chen Bo angry and divorced his sister-in-law.

Only then did he bid farewell to his eldest brother, traveled all the way to study, and rushed to Xianyang, hoping to find a way out.

However, after arriving, he realized that he was too naive.

Although there are many noble families in Xianyang, it is not the place for him as an unknown outsider. These days, he stays in Xianyang, visiting the dignitaries everywhere, trying to find a chance to get ahead, but he hits the wall everywhere and has nothing to gain.

What's worse is that the others are still there, and the entanglement is gone.

As a last resort, I had no choice but to use up my last resources to buy a piece of plain white cloth, write calligraphy and paintings on it, and sell it on the street, hoping to use these to exchange for a few days of living expenses.

However, from yesterday until now, no one cares about it.

The real rich and powerful, who would pay attention to the unknown people who sell paintings on the street, and the poor people, who would be willing to buy such things that are hungry and cold.

With that spare money, is it not good to cut two feet of cloth for the elderly and children at home?

At this time, Chen Ping deeply realized that although Xianyang is big, living in it is not easy.

Just when he was depressed and unable to do anything, he saw a tall young man who was dressed luxuriously, handsome and handsome, leading a young man and holding a girl carved in jade, walking towards him.

He immediately lifted his spirits and pulled himself together.

"My lord, but I am interested in this calligraphy and painting—"

Zhao Ying originally just looked at it casually, and he didn't have much appreciation for this thing anyway, but after he glanced at the inscription on the calligraphy and painting in front of him, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, showing a look of surprise.

"Yangcheng Chen Ping?"

Chen Ping was very keen to catch the surprise that flashed in Zhao Ying's eyes, thinking that Zhao Ying had taken a fancy to his calligraphy and painting, he was overjoyed at once, but the expression on his face became calmer and calmer.

"I made you laugh, it's the student—"

Zhao Ying nodded.

Looking at Chen Ping's calligraphy and painting with great interest, it is a common picture of a maid in this era, and there is a line of small characters from the Book of Songs next to it.

"There are thousands of trees in the south, you can't stop thinking about them, and there are wandering women in Han Dynasty, you can't stop thinking about them."

The font is handsome and straight, and it seems to be okay.

But he knows that no matter whether the calligraphy and painting are good or not, if they are passed on to future generations, they will definitely be expensive.It's a pity that this stuff doesn't make much sense to me now.

"If the nobleman likes it, he can reward you with some money and take it..."

As soon as the words fell, there was a clear grunt in his stomach.

The look suddenly became very embarrassed.

Zhao Ying couldn't help being amused, this Chen Ping was interesting, he was already selling paintings along the street hungry, and he was still playing tricks on himself.

Give me some money--

If there are noble people who fall in love with his calligraphy and paintings, it will not be easy to take advantage of him, a down-and-out scholar, by rewarding them casually.

Zhao Ying looked at the famous prime minister with a half-smile, and shook his head gently.

Chen Ping: ...

Just when Chen Ping was disappointed and unexpectedly continued to be hungry, Zhao Ying opened his mouth with a smile.

"I am Zhao Ying, the eldest grandson of the emperor. I happen to be short of a gentleman who can write and count by my side. I think the word you is still a bit hot—"

Happiness comes too suddenly.

Chen Ping heard the unfinished meaning of Zhao Ying's words, subconsciously mentioned it in his heart, and looked nervously at the tall and handsome young man in front of him.

This is actually the eldest son Ying!

In the past few days, this name almost made calluses out of his ears.

The emperor's car, the emperor's plow, the emperor's mill, Libo Xiong's, the first emperor's favorite...

A series of deeds have become the most talked about by the people of Xianyang City.It's just that this young man is only fifteen years old and has not opened a mansion yet, so he can't attract customers, otherwise he would have begged to come to the door long ago.

But even if you ask to come to the door, you probably don't have much hope.

After all, he was the eldest grandson of the first emperor who was loved by the first emperor, so the threshold was naturally not low. It was naturally difficult for an unknown outsider like him to get into the eyes of others.

Seeing Chen Ping who tried his best to keep calm but couldn't hide his surprise, Zhao Ying could not help but flash a smile in his eyes.I realized more deeply that, compared to these so-called outstanding people in later generations, I am now the noble person who is superior and determines the future and destiny of people.

"Would you like to come and do something with me..."

When Chen Ping heard this, a look of excitement flashed across his face, and he saluted Zhao Ying deeply.

"Willing to serve you—"

Going out for a stroll, unexpectedly picked up a talent.

Zhao Ying thought it was pretty good.

After all, in our own army, there is just a lack of a decent adviser right now, and this Chen Ping came at just the right time to make up for his shortcoming.

When he returned to the mansion, he called the steward of the mansion and told him to take Chen Ping to dinner first, and then arrange a place for him.Although Chen Ping was a little embarrassed, he didn't blush or breathe, and followed the steward out with peace of mind.

Zhao Ying ignored him, turned around and looked at the foreign manager next to him.

"The rocking chair I wanted, was it delivered..."

"Back to young master, it has been delivered, and it is placed outside your study, waiting for your review..."

Zhao Ying nodded.

It wasn't a complicated thing in the first place, and with the craftsmen in the house working overtime, it was naturally not difficult to make it.The chair is made of huanghuali wood, which has been polished smooth and smooth by the craftsmen of the house, with a natural luster.

Zhao Ying lay on it and tried it himself, and found that the effect was very good.Without further ado, he waved his hand.

"reward--"

Turning around, he ordered the steward to build a few more chairs according to the style of this chair, then asked Xiong Hejing to carry the chair, and followed him Shi Shiran to Ganquan Palace.

……

Ganquan Palace.

The first emperor's face was as deep as water, and he looked coldly at Wang Jian who was standing with his hands folded. The atmosphere in the hall was extremely cold, and the maids serving on both sides were all trembling, not even daring to breathe.

But Wang Jian's face remained normal, and he was rarely willing to back down.

"The old minister knows that His Majesty regards the young master as a peerless treasure, and has great expectations for him, but the old minister thinks that it is precisely because of this that he needs to be handed over to General Li Xin to teach him. Compared with the old minister, Li Xin is the most suitable to teach the young prince. Candidates..."

Looking at this old general who had bowed his head in front of him all his life and had never spoken back to him, the cold expression on Shi Huang's face eased a little, but his tone was still stiff.

"Li Xin is good at making great achievements all his life. He always takes the lead in every battle, and often puts himself in death--you know that my eldest grandson can't make mistakes--"

The First Emperor stared at the old general's somewhat hazy eyes, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

He believed that with the wisdom of the old general Wang Jian, he would not fail to understand his arrangements and expectations for the emperor's eldest grandson, and even put forward such a far-fetched suggestion.

"Although I let him learn the art of war with you, and gave him the opportunity to train in person, I just didn't want him to know about military affairs. There are so many soldiers under my command, so why would I need my own relative to take Shishi? One day, I really need him to make meritorious service in battle, and I also hope that he can be like the old general, conspire and win, instead of trying to show off his bravery..."

Wang Jian said respectfully and authentically.

"Your Majesty, the old minister is also a grandfather, how can he not understand His Majesty's painstaking efforts, but as an elder, he has a long-term plan for his children and grandchildren—"

Having said that, Wang Jian gave another deep salute, and looked at Shi Huang calmly.

"Your Majesty must want to promote the young prince, so he must listen to the advice of the minister. The young prince is just a young man with no achievements. If he comes to a high position rashly, how can he convince the public? And if you want the young prince to stand out as soon as possible, it is not a matter of opening up the territory. , not enough to convince the public..."

Hearing this, Emperor Shi Huang looked thoughtful and his face turned pale.

"However, today is different from the past. Now that the six kingdoms are shattered and the four seas are united, if you want to expand your territory, you must fall in the Hexi Corridor and the Mobei area. However, the war method of the minister is most suitable for the Central Plains. If you confront the Xiongnu, A minister is not as good as Li Xin..."

Seeing that Emperor Shihuang seemed to have listened to his words, Wang Jian's tone became more sincere.

"Little son Li Bo Xiong Wei, brave and ambitious, like an eagle, should soar high above the sky and fight against the wind and rain. If your majesty treasures him in a secret room and confines him in a bird cage, Your Majesty, when will the young master truly grow up and take on the important responsibilities he should shoulder..."

The coldness in Shi Huang's eyes disappeared, but there was still hesitation on his face.

It wasn't that he was indecisive and didn't understand the truth of Wang Jian's words, but that he cared about it and became confused. Deep in his heart, he expected too much from Zhao Ying, his grandson, and instead lost his usual wisdom and courage.

"Your Majesty, Wang Li, the grandson of the minister, is the young master's deputy general. As long as he is alive, the young master will be safe and sound... What's more, the young master is smart and considerate. It's risky to act like a soldier—even if he thought about it, in his capacity, he might not have that chance..."

I don't know if it was the last sentence that moved the first emperor.

The First Emperor finally nodded slowly.

"Then follow what the old general said, but—"

Having said this, Emperor Shi Huang's tone became firm.

"However, after the old general gives instructions..."

Wang Jian bowed solemnly and said.

"The old minister will not dare to live up to His Majesty's trust..."

The two monarchs and ministers reached an agreement on how to teach Zhao Ying, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly relaxed a lot, and the servants who served on both sides couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

After chatting with the first emperor for a while, Wang Jian was about to get up and leave.

At this moment, Zhao Ying's clear and cheerful voice came from outside the hall.

"Father, look what good things I brought you—ah, you are here, old general..."

Zhao Ying walked into the main hall, only to see the old general Wang Jian who was pulling a small chair and drinking tea with the first emperor, and hurried forward to bow to his disciples.

The old general Wang Jian smiled and got up to return the salute, and then looked curiously at the rocking chair Zhao Ying put aside.

"Young master, what is this—"

Hearing Wang Jian's question, Zhao Ying suddenly smiled.

"This thing is called a rocking chair—a good thing I just asked the craftsmen in my house to make for my father..."

As he spoke, he rushed forward and held Shi Huangdi's arm.

"Father, do you want to give it a try..."

PS: The original plan was to continue with [-], but the transitional chapters were difficult to bear, and after revisions, only [-] were finally written.Make it up tomorrow.

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