My son, Fusu, please abdicate the first emperor!

Chapter 762 Becoming a God!

Ying Zheng was very happy when he received the fu. He was able to eat porridge and side dishes that day, and the doctors were stunned.

"What a strange thing!"

“Articles can heal diseases.”

When Ying Zheng saw so many people taking the trouble to write articles, he felt that he had not been forgotten and that so many people still cared about him.

In just a moment of thought, he felt that he still needed to live a good life.

Ying Zheng began to regain his former spirit.

However, imprisonment made Qin Shihuang completely lose the desire to cultivate immortality, and he is now thinking about how to make a comeback.

Even an old horse in the stable still has aspirations to run a thousand miles; let alone Zulong, whose big head is very active even when he is idle, and he always wants this or that.

Power, beauty, talent...

Having just recovered from a serious illness and unable to even eat meat, Ying Zheng began to think again.

The big head with a pair of high and protruding horns began to work frantically again.

Ying Zheng didn't care at all about his head which always had a splitting headache due to thinking too much. As long as it was not broken, it could still be used. He thought hard about it while he was still alive.

After watching Ying Zheng regain his vitality, Ji Xin saw his eyes rolling around day by day. She knew without thinking that the emperor was planning something earth-shattering again.

But let the emperor think about it if he wants to. Anyway, he will not betray the second emperor.

The second generation was a man who held the faith of Mo Men.

This is the end of the Warring States Period!
At this time, deep in people's hearts, they, like people two thousand years later, missed the bright era of the past.

Yes, in the past there were Confucius and Mencius, Mozi and Lie Zi.

In that bright and glorious era, no one's faith waned.

And Mozi is the brightest star.

In that era when aristocrats were rampant and arrogant, Mozi resolutely chose to serve the common people.

Two thousand years ago, Mozi was a god in the eyes of common people!
In this world, there are various gods.

But China is the most special and precious land. The Chinese people confer their own gods on themselves.

Starting from Duke Zhou, it was no longer the era of ancient gods, and the Chinese began their own era of deifying themselves.

This deification refers, on the one hand, to the position of a god who ascends to heaven after death; on the other hand, it refers to the fact that the Chinese people themselves have freed themselves from the worship of gods in their hearts, and every Chinese has his or her own god in his or her heart.

Two thousand years ago, in that chaotic era, Mozi and Confucius were regarded as gods in people's minds.

One advocates education for all, the other advocates universal love and non-aggression.

The most powerful aspect of Mozi is that he used the Chinese language and cultural system to explain the ideal state of Buddhism - universal love and non-aggression, which is essentially about the equality of all beings.

Confucius was able to transfer academic knowledge to the common people by passing on the wisdom and knowledge that was monopolized by the aristocracy.

Confucius and Mozi are the gods in people's minds. Confucius was called a saint, a title given to him by people at that time.

As for Mozi, the god in people's minds; perhaps he can be compared with the cat two thousand years later.

The main thing is that these two people are too similar, really too similar.

After seeing that Confucius' ideals were unrealistic, Mozi dived into the mud without hesitation to help the poor and working people at the bottom of society.

If there is no road, then make one yourself!
The Chinese have always been more rebellious and innovative than Westerners.

Fusu, on the other hand, chose to value Mohism and took the same path as Mozi, serving the broadest groups at the bottom of society.

Although he was not as domineering and powerful as the First Emperor, Qin II's victory lay in the fact that he did not choose to be a domineering and powerful person.

Times have changed. The era of hegemony has passed. The Qin people have awakened from the war, and people all over the world have reflected on the war. The vast majority of people have begun to oppose war.

The people themselves elected the person they needed, the person who could lead them out of the fog.

Ji Xin couldn't possibly obey Qin Shi Huang just because he was so majestic and looked like a god descended from heaven. Moreover, Ji Xin clearly felt that the emperor was old and extremely confused.

I've said it before, the Chinese people deify themselves. No matter if you are sent by God to do great things or not, if you are not nice to the people, they will still punish you.

The Chinese deify themselves.

In Ji Xin's mind, Qin Shihuang was a god appointed by heaven, but Fusu was a god appointed by Ji Xin and millions of people themselves.

Ying Zheng ordered the palace people to carve the "Ode to the First Emperor" on wooden boards and on every pillar in the palace so that he could see it every day.

As long as he saw these merit books every day, he would immediately be full of energy and smile. Ji Xin could only transform into a guardian angel, watching and accompanying the First Emperor as he made trouble in Yuzhen Palace every day.

As for this fu, it immediately caused an uproar in Xianyang City.

There are many experts in Xianyang City.

There are many people as versatile as Zhang Cang, but he is the only one who is talkative and cowardly.

"This article is written in rhyme."

"It doesn't look like it was written by a Qin person. It has a Chu flavor. Could it be written by the southern barbarians of Chu?"

"I don't think so. How can the Chu people have such momentum?"

"The autumn wind brings coolness and the white dew turns to frost, and the First Emperor of Qin ascends to the throne with his might and power."

"Can an ordinary person write something with such momentum?"

"Be determined to forge ahead and achieve great things, and be virtuous to all living beings and benefit the world."

"The universe is recreated, the sun and the moon shine again, the emperor's reign is long and his fame will last forever."

"It's all done in one go!"

"He used the style of Chuci to write about the majesty of our Great Qin! This man is quite an expert."

"Who wrote this poem?"

On both sides of Xianyang Avenue, in taverns, inns and in front of shops, scholars, merchants, clerks, peddlers and porters all praised the poem that brought the retired emperor back to life.

This discussion went on and on for several days.

Even Feng Quji, a practical man who never liked poetry, songs and other such meaningless whining things, listened to a little bit of it.

Feng Quji became much more obedient after his arm wrestling with Emperor Qin II.

He was indeed pleased with Fusu's filial piety and thought it was a good omen.

Whatever the emperor does, so do all the families. As long as the ethical principles between father and son are upheld, then they are human beings.

However, Feng Quji did not participate in the treatment of Qin Shi Huang in the slightest. Instead, he kept it aloof. He knew his former boss too well, and it was better to leave this matter to Qin Er Shi himself.

So when other ministers followed the emperor's wishes and recommended the scholars in their own palaces to write beautiful articles to please Qin Shihuang, Feng Quji hid far away, not only did not report a single article, but also did not participate at all and stayed out of it.

He has never cared about or paid attention to the article.

He had actually seen those articles being sent to the palace in piles when he went to the palace to meet the emperor many times, but he had never read a single one.

It was not until this unsigned Qin Fu became popular and every household in Xianyang City had a handwritten paper version that Feng Quji began to pay attention when he heard his subordinates talking about it during the day while working at work. However, he still did not want to get involved.

Now, on my way home, sitting in the carriage, I have been listening to people discussing "Ode to the First Emperor" for three consecutive days.

Feng Quji began to feel restless.

I originally thought it was just an article expressing filial piety to Qin Shi Huang to give my old boss some courage again, but it turned out to be discussed by people all over the city for so long.

Feng Quji also became curious and immediately ordered someone to buy a copy of the article.

For fear of being seen by others, he would quietly get up in the middle of the night to watch it alone.

It doesn't matter if you don't read it, but once you read it, Feng Quji immediately felt great respect for the person who wrote this article.

The next morning, Feng Jie had just gotten dressed and was ready to go to court with his father.

As a result, before he even left the house, Feng Quji sent someone to invite him to his study.

"Ajie——" Feng Quji put on his court robes and basked in the summer sun.

Feng Jie was stunned for a moment. His father hadn't called him that for a long time.

"Father, what happened?"

Feng Quji was smiling. Under the blurred light and shadow, Feng Quji's smile was somewhat similar to the current queen's smile.

"Come here, I have something to tell you."

Feng Jie walked closer and Feng Quji took out the article to show Feng Jie.

No one knows the father better than his son, and Feng Jie understood it immediately.

(End of this chapter)