my grandfather was qin shi huang

Chapter 85

As for papermaking, he himself only scratched the surface from what he saw on the Internet in his previous life, and he roughly understood some basic principles. As for the others, he knew very little.

There is hardly any guidance, so Mo can only dig a dozen or so holes on another farm next to the new army camp, and take bark, hemp heads, rags, old fishing nets, and even bamboo that he has heard about in his previous life. Different materials are retting in different pits according to different proportions, so that people can record in detail and observe carefully.

This is a very boring job that tests loyalty.

As long as there is a slight slack, or a slight negligence, he may not get reliable data, so he transferred the careful and astute Mo Te.

I explained it to Mo carefully, mainly telling him some data that needs to be observed and recorded, and then told him.

"The manpower you use this time must be loyal and reliable. Without my permission, you are not allowed to go out, and you must not leak any information to the outside world..."

Mo nodded vigorously.

"Don't worry, young master, we all use the hands of our own family..."

……

Xianyang in October finally ushered in its first snow.

Although not in a hurry, but eloquently, soon the towers, palaces, and ordinary alleys in Xianyang were covered with a thin layer of snow, making the night around them much brighter.

Although it was not yet the time for the curfew, the cold air was overwhelming, and there were hardly many pedestrians on the street, and it was time for many people to close their doors and go to bed.

Only in the houses of some nobles, the courtyard at the entrance is still dotted with a little light.

Under the orange light, Zhao Gao was holding a volume of Legalist classics as usual, but today he was obviously out of shape, frowning from time to time, raised his head, and looked at the increasingly obvious accumulation in the courtyard. Snow.

"Patriarch, there is someone outside the door claiming to be a guest of the Eighteenth Prince's house, and he came to visit in the snow—"

When Zhao Gao heard it, he was shocked instantly, and subconsciously touched the long sword at his waist, but hesitated for a moment, put it down again, and nodded slightly.

"Let him in—"

The north wind is blowing, and the snowflakes are flying.

There were some crystal clear snowflakes on Zhang Liang's hair crown and robe, but he was slender and calm in his steps, and these little snowflakes gave him a bit of detachment.

"I have seen the CRRC government order—"

Zhang Liang's complexion was like jade, as if he hadn't noticed Zhao Gao's rudeness, he saluted Zhao Gao deeply.Then, without waiting for Zhao Gao to greet him, he stood up with a smile.

"A guest came in the snow, and the CRRC government order was stingy with a cup of hot tea..."

"Tea—"

Zhao Gao took a look at this young man with an extraordinary bearing, and gave a command with a cold face, Zhang Liang didn't think he was disobedient, so he waited cheerfully.

Soon, a cup of steaming hot tea with oily ginger foam floating in it was brought up by a servant. Zhang Liang thanked him, stretched out his hand to take it, and took a sip with a contented expression on his face. Take a breath.

Zhao Gao waved his hand gently at the servant beside him, the servant understood, bowed and retreated, and when he went out, he turned around and gently closed the door behind him, the atmosphere in the study was strangely dull for a while.

"This is what you call foolproof..."

Zhao Gao stared coldly and glanced at this young man named Zhang Liang, and his tone seemed somewhat responsible.

"Young Master Ying saw through your tricks without any effort—"

Zhang Liang was taken aback, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"That young master has such insight?"

After asking this sentence, Zhang Liang smiled and shook his head.

"It's really unexpected, but so what, has our plan succeeded a lot?"

Zhao Gao was startled.

Zhang Liang slowly picked up the hot tea in front of him and held it in his hands.

"I expect that the eldest son has set off in the starry night and is on his way to Xianyang—"

Having said this, Zhang Liang's eyes flashed a look of determination.

"What's the purpose of his return to Xianyang? It's already like a tattoo on the palm of his hand. How can His Majesty not know? Therefore, the success or failure of the prophecy is of no importance to us. The eldest son who came here with a heavy public opinion is a political opinion with His Majesty. Disputes are inevitable—"

Having said that, Zhang Liang put down the teacup in his hand, smiled gently and looked at Zhao Gao who had slowly let go of the hilt of his sword.

"Commander of CRRC, do you think we have failed this time..."

Zhao Gao's eyes flickered, and he looked at this confident young man noncommittally.

"Why did you come here this time..."

"Naturally, I would like to ask the order of the CRRC Mansion to give you a helping hand. Otherwise, I am worried that the eldest son may not be able to see His Majesty himself during this trip..."

Zhao Gao couldn't help taking a deep look at Zhang Liang, who had a smile on his face when he talked about such conspiracies and tricks, and finally had a serious look in his eyes.

"You worry too much, the eldest son is the eldest son after all, even if it offends His Majesty and wants to see His Majesty, no one dares to block his way..."

Zhang Liang smiled, noncommittal, and stood up leisurely.

"In this way, Liang resigned..."

Looking at the back of Zhang Liang leaving, Zhao Gao looked deep and remained silent.

……

Ganquan Palace.

Although the snowflakes were dancing outside and the ground was already crystal white, inside the bedroom was as warm as spring.Because Zhao Ying saw through the truth of the prophecy and put aside all his worries, Shi Huang felt a little lighter.

Just now, the Shaofu Ling Shilu and Zhi Su Neishi have been summoned overnight to ask them to prepare disaster relief in advance after the snow, so as to minimize casualties caused by the cold.

At this time, he was wearing a loose robe, lying on the rocking chair, looking at a bamboo slip in his hand leisurely, and received Hei who had been waiting for a long time.

"Your Majesty, I have sent someone to compare and verify repeatedly. From the handwriting, the words on the bluestone board and the letter are very similar——"

Hei's words made the Emperor Shihuang on the rocking chair stagnate, and for the first time, he withdrew his eyes from the bamboo slips, looking at Hei who was standing respectfully not far away with his hands down.

"You suspect that Ying'er wrote that letter?"

The First Emperor frowned slightly, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

"Without His Majesty's will, our people did not dare to look through the other handwriting in the young master's study, but if there is no accident, the letter should be written by the young master—or the young master wrote it himself..."

The First Emperor couldn't help raising his eyebrows, pressed the armrest, and stood up from the rocking chair.

"This brat, even dare to lie to my elder father——"

Thinking of Zhao Ying, a bastard, pretending to be a normal person in front of him, Emperor Shihuang couldn't help but cursed angrily.

However, even though he was cursing, there was already a smile that couldn't be concealed between his brows and eyes.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, I have another unicorn under my knees—I just don't know what the expression on the face of Mr. Chunyuyue, who wholeheartedly takes the letter writer as his teacher, will be when he knows that the letter is from the emperor's eldest grandson." Wonderful……"

When Emperor Shihuang heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

"Tomorrow morning, why not go with me to see that brat..."

……

The Eighteenth Prince's Mansion.

Looking at the snowflakes falling profusely and steadily in the night, the excitement in Hu Hai's eyes could not be concealed.

It's finally snowing!
It's finally time to show your talents!
He almost couldn't wait to rush to the palace, and told his own Aunt, I, Hu Hai, have a way to solve the problem of burning fires in Qianshou of Xianyang to keep warm!

He could almost foresee the satisfied and approving smile on his own Aon's face.

However, no hurry.

Be steady, this is in line with your temperament of eighteen sons.

That night, Hu Hai was so excited that he didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night. From time to time, he asked the servants around him to go outside to see how heavy the snow had fallen.

Until the middle of the night, he also fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, heavy snow fell, and countless houses collapsed. In Xianyang City, countless people were shivering from the cold, and my own old man was frowning.

Then, with a big wave of his hand, countless briquettes flowed into Xianyang, shocking the government and the public.

Even when he was asleep, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

……

Fusu son's mansion.

Looking at the snowflakes falling bigger and bigger outside the window, Zhao Ying couldn't help frowning.

This year's winter came too early. According to the memory of previous years, such cold weather is usually postponed for more than a month, and such weather will not be encountered until the middle and late November.

"Ugh--"

He couldn't help sighing.

The longer the travel time, the more he knows the hardships of the people in this era.After this heavy snowfall, the life of ordinary people may be even more difficult.

After all, in this era, there are no padded jackets, woolen sweaters, or down jackets.

Those wealthy nobles, when it was cold, could burn good charcoal at home, hold a warm hand stove, and wear extremely warm silk and fur cloaks to resist the severe cold. Ordinary people, it was not so easy.

The sackcloth is cold as iron.

Those with more money can still burn some firewood to keep warm, while those with poorer families can only stuff a few handfuls of withered grass and catkins in their arms and grit their teeth to endure it.

When this heavy snow falls, I don't know how many people will not be able to survive.

It's a pity that I am powerless at the moment, even if I know some ways to protect the future generations from the cold, there is nothing I can do.

The Hexi Corridor cannot be opened, the Western Regions cannot be pacified, and the Xiongnu cannot be solved. There is no way to talk about cotton-padded jackets and woolen sweaters. any solution.

Even the people can't eat enough, where can I get some surplus food to feed some chickens, ducks and geese?

In this era, talking about large-scale farming is simply a joke, and it basically depends on ordinary farmers raising some, which is of no use at all.

Not to mention making down jackets, eggs are not enough to eat.

"Big brother, big brother, it's snowing, it's snowing—"

Just when he was in a daze, Zhao Qi's excited shout suddenly sounded in the yard. He came back to his senses, and when he looked up, Zhao Qi, who was wearing a furry sable fur coat, had rushed to his room door.

After entering, he stomped his feet and pointed excitedly at the heavy snow outside.

"Brother, this year's heavy snow fell much earlier than last year, and it should be freezing outside tomorrow—Brother, are you still taking us out hunting this year..."

When it snows, the prey outside is easier to catch.Some hares, pheasants and the like will inevitably leave some traces on the ground. As long as you follow these traces, you can always gain something.

At this time in the past, Zhao Ying would happily bring his younger brother along with his staff, just like the children of ordinary noble families, to the fields, or to Shanglinyuan to have some fun, but that was his predecessor, and the current him, really Some are not interested.

It's not just compassion, but it's you, knowing that I'm one step closer to Ga, I probably don't have much fun.

"Tomorrow I still have to study and practice martial arts, you can go by yourself—"

Hearing this, Zhao Qi lowered his head somewhat disappointed.

Since Ah Weng left, this elder brother seems to have changed. Not only has he become somewhat similar to Ah Weng, he is constantly forcing himself to study, and he doesn’t even see anyone on weekdays. Now, he doesn’t even want to play with himself. Played together.

Zhao Ying shook his head, and reached out to help Zhao Qi brush off the snowflakes on his head.

"Do you like snow?"

Hearing Zhao Ying suddenly ask this, Zhao Qi looked at his elder brother with some puzzlement, and nodded.

"I like it, it's snowing, it's so beautiful outside, and the auspicious snow heralds a good year, with this heavy snow, in the coming year, the heads of Guizhou will have another bumper harvest..."

Hearing Zhao Qi's answer, Zhao Ying raised his eyebrows in surprise.

This younger brother didn't read so many books for nothing, but he even knew how to care about ordinary people.She patted him on the shoulder approvingly.

"Yes, you can have these insights, and I am very happy for you, but you know, there are many people in this world who don't like this heavy snow..."

Seeing Zhao Qi looking at him suspiciously, Zhao Ying sighed inexplicably.

"We are in the eldest son's mansion, and our food and clothing are almost the best. Naturally, we don't feel much about the heavy snow, but in the eyes of some Guizhou leaders, this may be a disaster that cannot be avoided. I don’t know how many people will not be able to survive this winter..."

Zhao Qi nodded with a vague understanding, only feeling that Zhao Ying at this moment seemed to be more and more similar to his own Aunt.

Seeing that Zhao Qi was still in a daze, Zhao Ying couldn't help shaking his head. He told an eleven or twelve-year-old child what to do. In his previous life, he was not the same when he was at this age. He only knew how to roll in the snow. These human sufferings.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ying smiled.

"Come on, big brother will teach you a new poem today——"

As Zhao Ying said, he touched the writing brush on the side, pulled a blank bamboo slip from the side, dipped it in ink, and carefully wrote a small poem that was widely circulated in the previous life.

"It's a good year, what happens in a good year. There are poor people in Chang'an, so it's not advisable to be lucky."

……

Day two.

As always, Zhao Ying got up early and went to the small martial arts arena in the back garden to exercise his body, practice riding and shooting, and fighting skills on the battlefield.

Having learned the lesson, now whether he is practicing Chang Ge or archery, he usually rides on a horse.

After all, on the battlefield, riding a war horse, condescending, the advantage is very obvious.However, what makes him a little embarrassed is that these war horses are a bit tasteless to him now.

Even the Dawan horse bestowed by the First Emperor could no longer keep up with his footsteps.

He is now approaching the 3000-minute mark in the 5-meter sprint obstacle course, and the speed at which he can start in an instant is beyond the reach of a galloping horse.What made him even more helpless was that the strength of these war horses seemed to be a little behind.

He didn't know how strong he was now, but he felt a little out of place when he danced the two hundred catties of stone locks specially made by others.

too light!
But even with such a stone lock, when he was holding two swings, the horse under his crotch was obviously struggling. After all, his height had exceeded 1.9 meters this month!

The weight is also close to two hundred catties.

This is not simply six hundred catties, because under the blessing of his strength, the impact that can be achieved in an instant is already extremely terrifying. Even a rare BMW horse like Dawan Horse can't keep up with his footsteps .

"It seems that only the legendary Red Rabbit Horse, or Li Yuanba's Myriad Mist Dragon Horse can barely match my unrivaled heroism..."

Zhao Ying can only tease himself, there is no good way.

When he returned to his study after exercising and washing, he was surprised to find that there were two more people in his study.

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(End of this chapter)