My son, Fusu, please abdicate the first emperor!

Chapter 678 The Last Happy Days
Zhao Tuo stayed on the hillside for a long time.

He still couldn't help but pour wine for his brothers in front of the grave.

The saxaul trees nearby cannot stand the hot and rainy climate here. If they want to live and take root in this foreign land, they must go through at least three to five years or even ten years of evolution and mutation.

The saxaul tree always dies and lives here, and lives and dies again. As a tree that was born and raised on the arid loess, it has many things to face when it comes to this southern water town.

Half of the people who survived now were blessed by God, and the other half were strong in their faith.

Zhao Tuo's rough hands, holding bouquets of flowers, walked from one end of the hillside to the other.

He kept looking at the mountains in the northwest direction. A breeze blew, and he suddenly felt cool water on his face. He looked up at the sky, which was a clear blue.

The sky is clear and the setting sun in the distance is blood-red...

Zhao Tuo didn't know what he should do.

Yes, the more responsible a person is, the more he or she has to consider many aspects, which leads to them making mistakes while being responsible. For example, they will be very hesitant and often waver.

Ren Xiong advised Zhao Tuo to make this decision, and Zhao Tuo was well aware of the impact it would have on the Qin Empire.

Although he didn't read much, you have to know that Zhao Tuo was a very studious person. Since he became a general, others would drink and look for beautiful women at night, but he would listen to people telling history.

Because when he realized that the so-called war was just a form of power struggle, he had to understand it more deeply.

It is impossible for Zhao Tuo to make a good decision in a short period of time.

If it were someone else, they might be so scared that they couldn't sleep for days and nights, and even wanted to break off relations with Ren Xiong forever.

At least Zhao Tuo was very restrained, sober and calm in this matter.

Fusu had only been here for a dozen days. Calculating the time, Ji Bu was still Ji Bu at this time. He had not turned into Ying Bu, and was still on the road from his hometown to Xianyang.

In addition to suffering hardships along the way, he also did some things that would make Qin Shihuang laugh, such as urinating on the side of the road and carving a word on a tree: "Ji Bu was here."

In the strictly hierarchical Qin State, if the emperor did something that common people could do, the nature of the thing would be changed.

No matter how wise and powerful our current Great Qin Shi Huang is, and no matter what kind of carefree and happy young man he is at heart, as long as he puts on that skin, he will have countless hardships and countless constraints.

Let’s talk about Fusu and Zhang Liang. Fate had led them to meet sooner or later.

Fusu dared to talk about doing business so quickly mainly because he saw that the generals and soldiers here liked him very much.

After the suggestion, the soldiers were more willing to support him and felt very friendly towards him.

But Fusu was worried that if he did more, some of the windows would be broken. He wanted to take the throne, but he had to consider the way and means of succession, and even the impact after succession.

Even more so, how would he appoint a crown prince in the future?

When the night was quiet, Fusu was also thinking about these things.

Fusu no longer acted like a pampered man in front of the generals. To be honest, any person with a conscience would not be in the mood to put on airs after seeing the tragedy of the Baiyue War.

There were few soldiers who looked like they could survive. Most of them were sunburned and stuffy in the hot summer, and many of them suffered from heatstroke.

All Fusu could do was to give them hope and even make them happier.

Fusu stayed in the guesthouse during the day. In the evening, when it was cool, he would light a bonfire and go out to drink and sing with his soldiers, letting them watch the beautiful women dance.

Being close to the people is the best image burden, but also the lightest image burden. For those who truly care about the people, this is not a burden.

As long as you are willing to put down your airs and treat common people equally, you will be liked by others no matter what you do.

This is a magic weapon that Fusu learned from Liu Ji.

Don't be too arrogant. Even if you are an emperor, you should respect the common people and not look down on them just because they have no power or are of ordinary origin.

Because the Chinese are the most vengeful people in the world.

The common people are aware of every single thing about corrupt officials and the emperor's actions; they just don't talk about it.

Once you make it impossible for them to survive, they will make it impossible for you to survive.

This... is what is called history.

This has been the case for thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of years, with the substance remaining the same.

For this reason, Fusu knew very well that if he wanted to keep the throne of their Qin State's Ying Zhao clan and allow the Qin Dynasty to survive for a long time, he must treat the common people kindly.

The support of the common people and his throne have always been two sides of the same coin.

When night fell, Fusu and his soldiers sat around the campfire eating barbecue. The soldiers were very excited that the prince had personally accompanied them here to suffer. They beat drums, clapped chariot clappers, and sang Qin music loudly.

The loud singing voice spread all over the place, and the stars in the sky dared only blink quietly.

The Chu people hid at the back, muttering to themselves, "What a bunch of barbarians without music."

Even the Baiyue people couldn't help but complain after hearing such songs, "What kind of country is this? They don't have any music at all, and singing sounds like shouting."

To be honest, the current situation is very good for the Qin State from top to bottom, and everyone seems to be in a long-lost happiness.

Qin Shi Huang was restrained and had to listen to advice. He could no longer do whatever he wanted. The common people no longer had to endure more suffering. Fusu finally made their suffering come to an end.

On the other hand, Fusu was strong, and the subordinates he chose were all powerful people. Even if Fusu was not in Xianyang City, they could protect themselves, and even by clamping down on Ying Zheng, they could continue to grow their own strength and influence.

Fusu's position as crown prince was very stable.

However, Fusu and Ying Zheng both knew that the other party would not give up.

Ying Zheng was betting that Fusu would not dare to rebel against his father and bear the blame. He would not be able to hold his head up in front of the people of the world, and his governance of the country would inevitably be criticized in the future.

Fusu was betting on how many people Ying Zheng had offended by implementing the county system. The people he had offended and the people he had lost were the basis for supporting his regime.

Fusu drank wine and looked worried from time to time.

Lu Ze was sitting at the last seat, eating roasted pork leg.

This is a black wild boar caught in the forest, not a domestic one. It is roasted over a high fire. The meat is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The browned beef surface is sizzling with oil, and it is served with pepper and a little salt. It has the aroma of meat and the seasoning of pepper and salt.

After taking the first bite, oil comes out of your mouth, and the original taste of the seasoning and meat collides together, immediately like a hook, tightly hooking your stomach, making you unable to help but wolf it down.

This roasted wild boar is so delicious.

Lu Ze scraped the meat off the pig tendon piece by piece and fed it into his mouth one by one.

Everyone was busy drinking, socializing, and chatting.

Lu Ze chewed the meat slowly.

Guan Fu looked at Lu Ze and was surprised. "Is this meat so delicious?"

"It smells so good. I've never tasted such delicious game in my life."

Guan Fu looked at Lu Ze with his eyes wide open, wondering why he didn't figure it out.

Lu Ze looked at the piece of roasted leg meat that Guan Fu had already eaten, with the bone still thrown in front of him.

Guan Fu touched his head in embarrassment and said, "I was too hungry. I wolfed it down and ate it all in one go. I couldn't taste anything."

Guan Fu sat next to Lu Ze and asked him how to make the food taste better.

When two people who can eat a lot and love to eat get together to eat, it is so joyful.

The two of them ate a roasted pork leg and tasted like shark fin or bear paw. Then Guan Fu followed Lu Ze to drink and found that Lu Ze could make a sip of ordinary wine taste like fine wine. Guan Fu followed him to learn how to taste wine.

These things may be the true nature of life.

However, this was in the late Warring States Period and early Qin Dynasty in history, and few people would have Lu Ze's...attitude towards life.

So much so that when everyone gets to know Lu Ze, many people find him incredible.

He is so happy with being ordinary and does things so steadily and meticulously. To him, life is like a feast and everything is worth savoring.

This was very confusing to the men around him.

"It's just a mouthful of rice. Why don't you just swallow it in a few mouthfuls? Why do you have to do so many things?" Ren Xiong didn't understand.

Lü Ze said, "It's just like a mouthful of rice. How you choose to eat it determines how it tastes."

This sentence made everyone feel a little bit weird.

Feng Jing was a little drunk and said happily, "Weiwei Lu, I don't have any ambitions. Everyone wants fame, wealth and honor. Weiwei Lu only thinks about how to live every day."

After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

Because many men think that is something only women think about.

Zhao Tuo did not laugh along, he just looked at Lu Ze, the silent general.

There seemed to be a huge barrier between him and this world.

He is not friendly to anyone, and he doesn't take the initiative to be friendly to others.

Once you finish your work with him, he will leave and will not contact you on his own initiative.

He seems to be somewhat out of tune with this world. One might say that he hates this world, but he also likes to enjoy the scenery. He is very particular about every piece of meat, and when drinking, he has to taste the flavor of the wine.

He is so quiet, sometimes like a dead object.

Who knows? He is the kind of person who would remain silent if a fireball rained down from the sky and would not like to share it. He is also too indifferent to fame and achievements.

To be honest, with this kind of personality, he could easily be seen as a mentally decadent person at the historical juncture of the end of the Warring States Period and the beginning of the Qin Dynasty.

Because his desires are too low.

Others are forced to lower their desires, but it is not the case for him. His desires are naturally low.

He can even stand with a lot of people without saying a word.

Only his sister, Lu Zhi, understood him.

But unfortunately, his sister is not here at this moment.

This made Lu Ze, who had escaped from the mysterious palace and came to the army, appear out of place as he was exposed to the Qin generals for a long time.

However, it was not a big problem because his sister was not favored at that time. She was just an insignificant concubine of the prince in the palace and she didn't even have any children.

And Lu Ze is so low-key. If Fusu had not given him the heavy troops of the Tiger Guard around him, everyone would probably bully him because of his personality.

But fate is often contrary to what people imagine, and it was precisely people like him who gained Fusu's unlimited trust.

Zhao Tuo actually liked Lu Ze very much. He was a relatively stable person, but sometimes he made people feel that he was too dull, serious, and a little unreasonable.

He looks like an honest son of a landlord, but when he does things, he reveals a sense of shrewdness.

Feng Jing, this little leopard, couldn't stand this kind of life. He wanted to fight on the battlefield, he wanted to compete with others in the court.

Such peaceful days were a great torture for him.

"Someday, we will be able to do something big. I can't live like this anymore."

When the soldiers heard this, their eyes widened like bells.

"I don't know how long I have to stay in this damn place. When the rainy season comes, it will rain for a month or two. Sometimes, even if it's not raining, just sitting quietly for a while can make your clothes soaked."

"I thought I could be made a marquis, but in the end I almost lost my life."

Feng Jing listened to the complaints of the generals and couldn't help muttering in his heart, it's because you guys are not good enough, if the prince were to take over, he would definitely be able to conquer Baiyue in a year.

Feng Jing took the opportunity to help Su and said, "With the crown prince supervising the army, Baiyue will surely be conquered quickly."

Lu Ze didn't say anything, but just kept his head down, cutting, tearing and eating meat.

At this time, an old general with white hair and beard expressed his resentment bluntly, "The prince is just a military supervisor."

"Whether to fight or not, whether to defend or not, all depends on your majesty. When to conquer and which areas to conquer are also decided by your majesty. We have no credit, we are just following orders."

"For history, we are like a grain of sand in the rolling river. No one remembers us."

"But His Majesty the First Emperor is different. His achievements will last for thousands of years. There is no one before him and no one after him."

"Your Majesty wants us to win, and we must win. Whatever Your Majesty wants us to do, we must do it, no matter what the cost."

"Even if the price is our lives!"

As the old man spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

Feng Jing was startled and hurriedly supported him, "How can you say that? You should go back to the tent, old man."

The old man laughed, "Look how scared you are. You still want to be a general and a marquis. My three sons have all died on the battlefield, and none of them came home alive. Do you think I'm afraid of this?"

The old man cursed angrily.

The atmosphere of the banquet suddenly changed and no one dared to speak.

The huge bonfire illuminated the entire area, and Fusu could clearly see everyone's expressions.

At this time, no one ate, drank or talked anymore. Everyone just looked at Fusu quietly.

The old man cried loudly...

No one could understand what he was feeling at the moment. Looking at the young men of his age who talked all the time about eating meat or becoming generals or becoming dukes, the old man naturally felt uncomfortable.

He simply could not accept feasting and having fun with the prince.

Zhao Tuo stood up and pleaded for the general.

It turned out that his hair was not white four years ago. He is only 45 years old this year and is a public servant.

I originally thought of bringing the children out to fight, making them marquises and becoming the next royal family.

It turned out that all three sons were gone.

The man became mentally confused overnight, but was slowly cured by medicine.

Zhao Tuo pleaded for him, "Please don't worry about him, Prince."

Fusu naturally wouldn't say anything, he knew everything, knew who caused all this. Regardless of whether the old man's crying was a performance or a true expression of his feelings, their dissatisfaction with the First Emperor was already on the surface.

"No problem."

Seeing that the prince remained silent and did not pursue the matter, the soldiers' reactions became even more interesting.

(End of this chapter)