my grandfather was qin shi huang

Chapter 82

This is an important border area, and outside is the Huns who are staring at each other.

Wang Ben, who had just arrived for the first time, did not dare to relax a little bit. If the Huns seized the opportunity and waited for the opportunity to attack a few villages and towns, it would be called aggrieved and useless.

Throughout the New Year, he led people to patrol around, expressing condolences to these soldiers stationed at the frontier.

And Fusu, with a few people, rushed to Qingshipi in the west of the city.

Qingshipi is a village named after a huge bluestone at the entrance of the village.

Different from those villages where families gathered in the past, this village has a very complex composition of residents. Over the years, when Meng Tian was stationed in Shangjun, he intermittently rescued Han Chinese slaves from the surrounding Xiongnu tribes.

Most of these people were poor people who had no family members. After being rescued by Meng Tian's army, they were homeless, and they were resettled by Meng Tian and Shangjun County Sheriff Yan on the land in the west of the city.

It's a place to settle down.

Many of this group of people live together temporarily, but they are all hard-working people, and they know how to cherish the present life. Although they are poor, they are finally safe.

Fusu's temperament was originally kind, and after understanding this situation, he often ran to this side.

With manpower, I help the lonely old people in the village to repair their houses, deliver some food to the unattended children in the village, and sometimes I even go to the fields in person to help some families who lack labor to plow the fields and clean ditches.

After a long time, the local people lost their panic at the beginning, and even some children kindly called him the eldest son.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, after finishing offering sacrifices with the sheriff, Fusu declined the invitation to the banquet, asked his attendants to prepare some food, quietly left the residence, and came here.

"My lord is kind, but there are too many suffering people in the world, you can't help like this..."

An accompanying old man in a robe and a bamboo crown glanced at the eldest son Fusu on horseback, and couldn't help sighing softly.

Fusu froze for a moment, then nodded sullenly.

"Su is dull, but his abilities are limited, so he can only help one person—"

Having said that, he shook his head slightly.

"I can't just stand by and turn a blind eye. I know that I'm not promising and won't be of much use, but there are some things that have to be done—this way I can feel better..."

The old man in a robe and a bamboo crown looked at this kind-hearted young man with gentle eyes, and his expression became more respectful.

Fusu is such a person. He is gentle and polite all day long, and sometimes he is even a little pedantic in his actions, but he always has a unique charm that makes people believe and admire and is willing to follow.

One afternoon, Fusu led people from house to house to visit the people in the village, and sent some food and clothes to the widows and widows. It wasn't until it was getting late that he rushed back to Shangjun with his people.

But after returning to the small courtyard where he lived, he was restless and unable to sleep.

In the middle of the night, he simply put on his clothes, picked up a roll of bamboo slips, and read at night by the lamp.

The sky of Shangjun is wider than that of Xianyang, full of stars, like the Milky Way upside down, covering this field and the lonely lamp in Mr. Fusu's room.

The lights are flickering, and the stars are like beans.

The new year is over, and the weather is getting colder and dreary.

It wasn't until the sky was getting bright and the east was already showing a hint of paleness, that Fusu finally felt a little sleepy, and lay down with his clothes on.

The maid serving outside tiptoed to help him blow out the lamp and covered him with a bedding.

……

But today's Shangjun is destined not to be peaceful.

It was just dawn, and there was a rush of horseshoes outside the city gate. The horseshoes stopped for a while outside the city gate. After checking the talisman, they went straight to the sheriff's mansion.

Soon, the entire Sheriff's Mansion was alarmed.

The county guard Yan's face was livid, and he got up in a hurry. While sending someone to notify the general Wang Ben, he set off in person and found Fusu who had just fallen asleep.

"My lord is not good, something serious happened—"

Regardless of Fusu's tired face, the county guard Yan looked more serious than ever.

"A prophecy appeared on Qingshipi—"

Fusu was still a little sleepy at first, but when he heard the words of the prophecy, he suddenly became excited, and his sleepiness disappeared!

In the 35th year of the First Emperor, there was a hint of prophecy.

Meteorites fell from the sky in Dongjun County, and one of the meteorites was engraved with a few large characters - the first emperor died and the land was divided.

Under the laws of the Qin Dynasty, no one dared to hide anything about this kind of thing, so from the corporal chief to Lizheng, from Lizheng to the pavilion chief, and then to the counties, they were delivered quickly one by one. Come up, and soon spread to the first emperor.

The first emperor was furious and made people search from house to house.

However, no one pleaded guilty, and none of the local people could tell the origin of the stone, so Emperor Shi Huang was furious and killed all the people around the stone.

Blood flowed like a river, and that village was completely reduced to ghosts!
So, upon hearing the news, everyone was shocked, and soon the son Fusu, the general Wang Ben, and the county guard Yan all gathered at the Qingshi outside Qingshipi.

The atmosphere was oppressive and silent.

The head of the corps, Li Zheng, and the elders all stood tremblingly in front of these nobles, their faces pale and terrified.

Fusu, Wang Ben and Yan looked at the big characters on the bluestone in front of them, their faces were also heavy and a little scary.

"This year the first emperor died, and the land will be divided after death."

A few simple and upright seal characters.

It was not carved, but it seemed to grow overnight.

"Have you ever found anything unusual, or someone heard something—"

Fusu called the corporal chief, Li Zheng and the old man to himself, and asked them in person.

Seeing that it was Fusu, the three old men felt a little more at ease, and the older Li Zheng came out.

"According to Lu who got up to pick up firewood in the morning, he once saw a white mist rising from a distance at about [-] o'clock. He was horrified and didn't dare to go to check it. He didn't report it to Wu Changchai until after dawn.

"After the villain received Lu's report, he took a few villagers to check it out, and quickly notified the head of the village..."

Wu Changchai, who had a dark complexion on the left, hurriedly added.

Fusu took a deep breath, motioned them not to be nervous, and called Lu to ask them carefully, but nothing was gained.

Lu is also a Han Chinese rescued from the Huns. Because he grew up from the Huns, he didn’t even know his own name. He was frightened and spoke incoherently. It was because Fusu was familiar with them that he slowly figured it out. Come.

But there is no useful information.

The result of the investigation is a bit weird, as if these eleven characters are what I look like.

Fusu's heart couldn't help sinking slowly, and Wang Ben and Yan's faces were also very ugly.

Yan sighed, waved his hand, and suddenly hundreds of soldiers rushed forward, directly controlling all the people in Qingshipi on the spot, and then divided their hands and went to the neighboring villages.

Before the matter is found out, none of the people in these nearby villages can escape suspicion.

Fusu opened his mouth several times to speak, but then swallowed it back abruptly.

Because of this kind of thing, neither the general Wang Ben, nor the county guard Yan, nor any of the officials accompanying him would give him this accommodation.

If this matter is not handled properly, it will be a major event that will kill the collective.

No one dared to conceal and not report it, and no one dared to talk about favors, even if he was the eldest son who was the supervisor of the army.

Report the news to Xianyang immediately.

And including Fusu, Wang Ben, and Yan, all the officials in the entire Shangjun County went into action, going door to door, carefully examining, hoping to find a clue.

However, it was a busy day.

Everyone gathered together with heavy faces, without any valuable discoveries.

Fusu's heart sank slowly to the bottom.

The lessons learned from the past in Dongjun are still vivid in my mind. The bloodstains of those villagers have not even dried up. Is the tragedy going to be staged here again?

The result was not found out, and no one dared to hide it.

Fusu's eyes were bloodshot, but he could only watch helplessly as the fast horse galloped out of the sheriff's mansion and left in the dust.

……

Ganquan Palace.

Looking at the letter sent by Fusu, Emperor Shi Huang threw it on the table beside him with a calm expression, and his tone could not be heard to be happy or angry.

"I went to Shangjun for a trip, after all, I have grown up a bit, this time, I didn't even preach to me—"

Hei, who was standing by the side with his sleeves rolled up, laughed.

"Even Chun Yuyue and other old stubborn people have turned their backs. Talented and intelligent people like the eldest son naturally have no way to go to the dark..."

Shi Huang shook his head, too lazy to think about it.

I used to look forward to it, hoping that one day, the eldest son of my family would be able to repent, but now there is no such urgency.

He turned his head and looked at Hei, the director of the Black Ice Platform.

"A few days ago, didn't you say that you already had some clues? How is it now, but there is news of the person who wrote the letter—after this year, Ying'er will be 16 years old, and when it's time to open the house, There should be a decent teacher by his side to teach him how to read..."

When Hei heard the first emperor's question, his face suddenly became a little strange.

"Just about to report to His Majesty, our people have tracked down the source of the cloth—it flowed from the eldest son's mansion..."

When Emperor Shihuang heard this, he was startled immediately, his expression was full of astonishment.

"That man is hiding in the eldest son's mansion - right next to Ying'er..."

After checking for a long time, it turned out to be dark under the lights!
That tall man is hiding beside his grandson——

"Don't disturb him yet, check the handwriting carefully to see who wrote it..."

A smile of interest appeared on Shi Huang's face.

I don't know what kind of expression he will have when I suddenly stand beside him.

……

With Chen Ping, it is really much more convenient.

Don't say anything else, but if you just polish your "Casting the Soul of the Army", you will be better than yourself by a lot.He really has something, and when Zhao Ying said what he meant, the thing was clicked.

Zhao Ying didn't have much research on classics, but at least at his current level of jealousy, it's really good, even better than he imagined.

Accepting this Chen Ping, I have found a treasure.

"That's right, that's right. Sure enough, I have a few brushes. I'm about to open a mansion this year. You can be a clerk by my side in the future—"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping bowed excitedly and saluted.

"Ping is willing to do the work of a dog and a horse for the son—"

Zhao Ying smiled and nodded.

"There is nothing in the house that needs your help. From tomorrow onwards, you will follow me to the army—"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ying looked Chen Ping up and down.

"Able to master the six arts?"

"Rites, music, and counting are acceptable, followed by shooting, imperialism, and books—"

Zhao Ying nodded.

"Train with the recruits first, can you do it?"

"Yes, I will definitely live up to your high hopes——"

Chen Ping looked back at Zhao Ying without hesitation. It was obvious that the young master was testing himself and giving him a chance to prove himself. However, he was living in Xianyang, and even got hungry, waiting for such an opportunity. ?
That morning, Chen Ping packed his small parcel, rode the horse that Zhao Ying had just given him, and went to the barracks excitedly.

Zhao Ying looked at the transcribed "Forging the Soul of the Army", and a satisfied smile flashed in his eyes.

Looking at the sky, it was almost noon, so I simply set off and walked directly to Ganquan Palace.

Whether this information on casting military spirits in the army can be used depends on what Emperor Shi Huang said.Without the permission of the first emperor, it is very dangerous to engage in such ideological and ideological things rashly.

Even if he is the eldest grandson of the emperor, it is no exception.

When he arrived at Xianyang Palace, Emperor Shihuang was lying on a rocking chair, swaying slowly, basking in the sun through the window lattice.

Zhao Gao, the commander of the CRRC Mansion, is holding several memorials and is reporting to the first emperor respectfully.

Hearing Zhao Ying's familiar footsteps, Shi Huang couldn't help showing a smile, and waved at Zhao Gao casually, Zhao Gao bowed and retreated very tactfully.

Since having this little son, he has been screened out more and more times.

Taking a peek at the tall and handsome young master Ying, Zhao Gao immediately lowered his eyes silently.In fact, Zhao Gao himself was a very outstanding handsome man, with a handsome appearance, superb swordsmanship, and serious and rigorous work, so he was loved by the first emperor.

But even he had to sigh, this emperor's eldest grandson really has a good skin.

"Ying'er, come here and help Daddy talk—"

Zhao Ying tactfully moved a small chair, sat down beside Shi Huangdi, stretched out his hand, and helped Shi Huang gently knead his temples, and Shi Huang closed his eyes slightly comfortably.

"After this new year, you're sixteen—you're an adult, and you're going to open the house in a few days—"

Hearing this, Zhao Ying was overjoyed. Although he was deeply loved by Emperor Shi Huangdi now, opening a mansion and not opening a mansion are two completely different concepts.

If he doesn't open the mansion, he will always be the young master Ying, but if he opens the mansion, he will be the champion general Zhao Ying!

He officially has the qualifications to recruit followers, and also has the authority to accept the fate of low-level officials.

He didn't hide his mood at all, and nodded cheerfully.

"Thank you, Father—"

Seeing that the child was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, Shi Huang couldn't help cursing with a smile.

"A worthless thing, no big deal, just be happy like this..."

Zhao Ying didn't care about it either, and continued to enjoy himself.

"By the way, it's sixteen, and it's time to marry a wife. In a few days, I will help you think about a marriage..."

While talking, Shi Huang glanced at him with a half-smile.

Zhao Ying blinked his eyes.

"Your old man is talking about sister Wang Nan? I think it's okay—"

The first emperor was directly amused by him.

This brat has been coveting that girl for a long time, he can't see it, he didn't say it just now, he was just teasing this brat, sure enough, this brat couldn't help teasing, a little bit of testing showed his fox's tail.

(End of this chapter)