my grandfather was qin shi huang

Chapter 84

Shang County.

The small courtyard where Mr. Fusu lives.

Wang Ben and the county guard Yan looked at Fusu who had already packed his bags with a serious face.

"Your Majesty is here to supervise the army under His Majesty's order. Returning to Xianyang without His Majesty's order will definitely make His Majesty feel unhappy. What's more, you went to Xianyang here for such things. I am worried that it will not help. It will also offend His Majesty and harm myself..."

Wang Ben looked at Fusu, worried.

"My Great Qin ruled the country by law, and the court has its own rules for prophecy. My son, why bother to go through this again to annoy His Majesty..."

Sheriff Yan was also on the sidelines, trying to dissuade him.

Fusu stopped what she was doing, and looked up at the two of them.

"There are thousands of people around Qingshipi. Maybe some traitors are hiding in it, but how innocent are the rest of the people? As the eldest son of the emperor, how can we just sit back and watch the innocent people of our Daqin get slaughtered—"

General Wang Ben and County Sheriff Yan heard the words and couldn't help but fell silent.

"Gu also knows that things can and cannot be done, but some things, even if they know they can't be done, still need someone to do it, and someone needs to fight for it. Today, if I worry about personal gains and losses and the majesty of His Majesty, and ignore These innocent people live and die, in the future, how can I know that I will not ignore the well-being of more people because of other concerns..."

Having said that, Fusu lifted his package calmly.

"I'm going here, to seek peace of mind, and to fight for a chance of survival for these common people..."

The general Wang Ben and the county guard Yan were moved, and they gave Fusu a deep salute, and then silently retreated a way.

Mr. Fusu carried his package like this, walked out of the courtyard with a straight waist, and boarded the carriage that had been parked at the side for a long time. When the wheels started, Fusu raised the curtain of the carriage, and said goodbye to Wang Ben and the governor Yan.

Wang Ben and Sheriff Yan gave a deep salute to Fusu's carriage.

"My lord, take care—"

"Take care of yourself--"

It wasn't until Fusu's carriage completely disappeared from sight that the two men withdrew their gazes with complicated expressions.

The north wind blows.

October in Shangjun was already very cold, and unknowingly, scattered snowflakes had begun to fall from the sky, and the snowflakes fell faster and faster, and soon the sky and the earth became vast.

The sheriff Yan wiped off the snowflakes hanging from his beard, then turned his head and walked west of the city.

"I don't believe that we can't find any clues. Is it possible that these prophecies really fell from the sky!"

"Mr. Yan, there is nothing left and right, I will go with you for a while..."

Wang Ben strode after him.

The snowflakes danced wildly, and soon the figures of the two disappeared into the vast snow.

winter is here!

……

Mengfu.

The old general Meng Wu, with his hands behind his back, frowned, walked around in the study with an uneasy expression, and walked out of the room from time to time to look at the door.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no sign of Meng Yi coming back.

At the end, he stomped his feet, pulled up a fast horse, and went straight to Wang Jian's mansion.

"Wang, at what time has it been, you still have the time to drink tea here—"

Without saying a word, Meng Wu directly broke into the courtyard where Wang Jian was resting. Looking at Wang Jian who was sitting leisurely in the courtyard drinking tea, he couldn't help cursing with a black face.

Wang Jian glanced at him angrily.

"It's really rare to be a guest at the old man's house. Unfortunately, it looks like a bad guest..."

Wang Jian poured himself a cup of tea slowly, took a sip, then squinted his eyes, looked at Meng Wu who was full of anxiety and was already on the verge of eruption, and waved his hand lightly.

"For a long time, I have lived on dogs? What's the hurry, the sky won't fall—"

It was only at this time that Meng Wu came back to his senses, pulled up a stool, and sat down opposite Wang Jian, lifted the teapot and poured himself a cup, drank it down, and then stared at Wang Jian with an unkind expression. With Wang Jian.

"Old fox, how do you say..."

Wang Jian ignored the rudeness in his language, but looked at him like an idiot.

"What if the eldest son returns to Xianyang? What if he offends His Majesty?"

Seeing that the old man was still confused, Wang Jian glanced at him and said calmly.

"Eldest son, after all, he is still the eldest son. His Majesty may punish and reprimand him, but there is no need to worry about his life. Young master, he is still the young master after all. Could it be that today, you still think that the young master can get to where he is today? Your son’s support?”

Meng Wu was startled for a moment, then looked at Wang Jian in horror.

"You, you, you mean—"

Wang Jian ignored him, just slowly lifted the teapot for himself, and refilled a cup of hot tea.

"The sky won't fall, and if the eldest son encounters some setbacks, it may not be a bad thing..."

Meng Wu couldn't help but lose his mind.

Although the expression on his face was complicated, the restlessness just now was gone.

"As expected, after a few days, the young master will officially open the mansion, and he must have let go, so that the young master can learn the art of war and martial arts from Li Xin..."

Wang Jian glanced at his old opponent who had been fighting with him all his life, and his tone was inexplicable.

"My family's useless grandson has now entered the young master's recruit camp..."

Hearing this, Meng Wu came back to his senses instantly.

Didn't even bother to look at the old fox, turned around and left.

Although the old man does not have a granddaughter in his family, does he still have a grandson?

Laozi has many grandchildren!
……

"There are many ways to write on stones without chiseling, and I happen to know one of them—"

While talking, Zhao Ying observed the situation in the sealed pot.

"After the green vitriol is calcined and melted in water, it will become a brand new thing. As far as I know, those magicians call it green vitriol oil. Although this thing is not beneficial to ordinary people, But in the eyes of those who care about it, it becomes a means for them to pretend to be gods and tricks..."

As he spoke, Zhao Ying used a silk cloth as a pad, picked up a can of freshly fired green alum oil, and poured it carefully on a bluestone board with only shallow traces in full view of everyone.

Immediately, with the sound of hissing, a white mist rose from the bluestone slab, and when the white mist cleared, several ancient and vicissitudes of life characters appeared impressively.

"Ordered by heaven, you will live forever."

Everyone was shocked, and everything in front of them was like a miracle.

Only Hei on the side, after seeing the writing on the bluestone board, suddenly his eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but suddenly raised his head, looking at the young master Zhao Ying who was showing the bluestone board to everyone.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

But at this moment, everyone's attention was on the stone slab in Zhao Ying's hand, and they were still shocked by the scene they saw just now.

A little bit of commonly seen green vitriol can be fired into such terrible things, easily peeling off the hard bluestone slab, leaving large characters inches deep on it.

He didn't notice the shocked look on Hei's face at this time, it seemed a little different from them.

"This thing actually has such power..."

Right Prime Minister Feng Quji came up curiously, stretched his head, as if he wanted to see what happened, but was pulled back by Zhao Ying, with a wry smile on his face.

"Be careful, Mr. Right, this is a joke from time to time, if you accidentally splash it on your body, it will burn your skin and bones..."

Feng Quji's old face turned pale, he gave Zhao Ying a coquettish smile, and took a step back in fear.

Looking at the big characters clearly visible on the bluestone slab in front of him, and smelling the pungent smell of green alum oil in the air, Shi Huang breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

These years, he believed in longevity and took pills. He not only allowed Hou Sheng and Lu Sheng to refine pills for him, but also sent a large number of people, including Xu Fu, to go overseas to seek the medicine of immortality. In other words, I am naturally in awe.

From the beginning to the end, the mysterious meteorite of "the first emperor died and the land was divided" did not detect any human clues. Although he later ordered the massacre of all the villagers around the meteorite, he only used these lives to express to the world strongly, These are nothing but man-made disasters.

It's not the sky warning, but the villain!

But in his own heart, there was inevitably a trace of unknown haze.

Afterwards, Fusu had a huge disagreement with him in terms of political ideas, and the fact that there was no follow-up made his worries infinitely magnified. Therefore, after feeling that his body was getting weaker and weaker, the nearly fifty-year-old The old man, almost leading this brand new huge empire, walked faster and faster.

Drive out the Xiongnu, fix Lingnan, unify the language, ban prostitution, build roads, build water conservancy, relocate people, encourage intermarriage, and promote prefectures and counties.

When he was still alive, he wanted to knead this huge empire together and build it into a country like an iron barrel. He wanted the Great Qin Empire to start by itself, and the generations to come will be counted. endless.

But today, seeing Zhao Ying displaying all this in front of his eyes, the haze that shrouded his heart suddenly dissipated most of it.

It's not a warning from heaven, it's really a man-made disaster!

The idea came to light.

The First Emperor's gaze swept over everyone majestically.

"It is said that all the counties and counties can gather the people and use this method to engrave these eight big characters in the most conspicuous places in each place. Since then, the prophecies in various places will be broken by themselves—"

The first emperor's face finally softened a bit.

Everyone in the hall couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Man-made disasters are much better than warnings from heaven, even if you can't catch the treacherous people who are doing things in the dark for a while, you can still have an explanation.

"Pass down my decree, seal off the pass, and order the governor of Shangjun, Yan, to hunt down all the magicians of the Fang family and the children of the Mohist family in the territory, and strictly interrogate them. If they dare to refuse to plead guilty, they will all be murdered—"

As soon as the First Emperor's words came out, everyone in the hall couldn't help but subconsciously glanced at Zhao Ying who was carefully collecting green alum oil there.

Zhao Ying: ...

Ah, this-

Father, you have a bad temper.

Don't just fire the map gun at every turn——

After hesitating for a while, Zhao Ying still put down the green vitriol in his hand, and cupped his hands at Emperor Shi.

"Father, how about entrusting these people to me—"

Seeing the kid's winking gesture, Emperor Shihuang knew that his eldest grandson might have some bad idea, so Emperor Shihuang nodded in agreement without thinking about it.

"Since you're interested, I'll leave it to you—"

The First Emperor waved his hand indifferently.

It doesn't matter how you deal with it, just treat it as a small exercise.

The crowd dispersed.

Meng Yi deliberately took a step late, and waited for Zhao Ying at the gate of the palace for a while.

"Young master, what are you going to do with those Fang family warlocks and Mohist children..."

Zhao Ying glanced at him cheerfully.

"How else can I deal with it? Let's treat it like a cow and a horse - I just need to do something, and I need some manpower..."

Meng Yi: ...

He didn't know whether to be grateful for those people or feel sad.

After tossing and tossing all day, Meng Yi returned home exhausted physically and mentally. As soon as he entered the door, he was caught by his father.

"How did you deal with the matter? There is news from the eldest son—"

Although it seemed that he had gotten some great news from that old man Wang Jian, Meng Wu still didn't want the eldest son to be implicated.

Meng Yi shook his head.

"I don't know what's going on with the eldest son for the time being, but the matter of prophecy has basically been resolved..."

"What did you say, solved?"

Meng Wu almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, and looked at his calm son with a puzzled expression.

"Young master Ying has found a way to leave writing on bluestone slabs without an axe. His majesty has confirmed that this prophecy is not a warning from heaven, but a villain's mischief, and he has already ordered him to be hunted down..."

Meng Yi resisted his exhaustion and rubbed his stiff face.

Seeing this, Meng Wu waved his hand angrily.

"Go and rest - remember tomorrow, call me those two bastards from your family and the three from your elder brother's family, the old man has arranged a good thing for them..."

Meng Yi wanted to ask what the good thing was, but seeing his old father's mysterious and mysterious expression, he walked away wisely.

Who made someone a father?

……

Because of today's incident, Zhao Ying asked Mo to be called back.

"What happened to what I told you..."

Zhao Ying glanced at Mo Mo and asked casually.

"My son, according to your instructions, these days, in some places where silkworm cocoons are often rinsed, I found some floating flocks, and they can form a thin cloth-like thing, but it is not as strong as cloth. , it seems useless..."

Zhao Ying was overjoyed and nodded happily.

"That's right, send me those things later. Also, what happened to the things I asked you to retting—"

Mo received the compliment from his young master, and suddenly regained his spirits.

"My lord, the villain also took a special look this afternoon. Except for the No. [-] and No. [-] pits, because they are retting bamboo, there is no movement. The other pits have already shown signs of decay..."

"Continue to observe, those pits that have rotted, start stirring from tomorrow, try to fish out something like that kind of cloth..."

Zhao Ying looked at his little follower with satisfaction.

It's not in vain that I transferred you back from Hu Hai.

For this matter, Zhao Ying specially called a few loyal old stewards from the mansion to go to the charcoal factory over there to help produce briquettes, and exchanged his caring little follower back for this.

Papermaking.

There is no way, there are too few people under him now, and even fewer people can be trusted, and the influence of papermaking is too great. Before the results are produced, he can only rest assured by handing him over to Mo.

PS: Thanks to Long Aotian 666 book friends for their support of 400 starting coins!

(End of this chapter)