Great Qin had a prosperous age

Chapter 362 The most important thing in the world (please give me a monthly recommendation ticket!)

Liao let go of these words, and took the ox rope from Xiao Han Xin, and went down the river on his own.

Liao walked all the way, but hummed Wu Guo's ditty all the way.

Unexpectedly, Wu people did not remember that they were Wu people, but they remembered that they were Chu people.

This is interesting.

But when he came to his senses, the weird man pulling the bullock cart had already left.

Liao held the cow rope with one hand and touched the robe with the other.

Oh, I still have the money, so I can go to the city to rest today.

After visiting my friends this time, I will go back to Daliang.

Fallen leaves, Angelica root.

Looking around, there are already withered yellow leaves falling on the grass and floating in the river.

Little Han Xin stayed where he was, looking at his empty hands.Two small hands clenched tightly into two fists.

"I must learn my true skills and come back."

The other children gathered around Han Xin and said.

"Han Xin, you are really good at boasting. If you ask me, I just want to have enough food. It is also a good thing to support myself. But why do you say such big words?"

"That's right, Han Xin, we found that you are actually quite smart and literate, but why do you always think about unrealistic things?"

"Hmph - bragging."

This group of children looked at Han Xin as if they were looking at a monster, and finally ran away from him.

Han Xin was wondering.

The cold air dropped, and after a while, Han Xin had two strips of clear snot hanging from his nose.

Han Xin wiped his nose, fell to the ground, then went to the river to wash his face, and then walked home.

Han Xin was thinking about where to learn his skills.

But as he walked, he came to the front of his house.

Before I even pushed the wood door open, I heard a cough inside.

The family had no one to plow the land, so they didn't have enough food or clothing.

The only source of food is his mother's hands.His mother sewed and mended for the rich family, in exchange for two bowls of rice.

Han Xin hesitated for a while. He stood outside the door and looked at the sky.

Somehow, countless raindrops suddenly drifted down from the sky.

Han Xin's face quickly became wet, and so did his eyes.

If you want to learn a skill, you have to pay money, but the family can't even afford food. How can he have the nerve to ask his mother to send him to learn a skill.

Moreover, where can one go to learn the skills of a defeated general and become a lord?

"Xin-is it you?"

Han Xin's mother called him in the yard.

"Squeak-"

Han Xin pushed the door open and entered the courtyard. What caught his eye was the white hair on his mother's forehead.

A woman from a well-to-do family, she was in her forties, but she was still not as old as his mother.

Han Xin looked at this scene and didn't know what to say for a long time.

Han Xin didn't say anything. He first added a handful of firewood to the stove, then ran into his house and rummaged in a painted box.

When Mother Han heard the noise, she knew what Han Xin was doing again.

This son of hers was born through her own efforts.Han's mother, like Han Xin's father, hopes that Han Xin will become a big shot in the future.

After all, the Han family used to be a wealthy family.

With a sharp sound, in the dark room, a white light flashed in the room.

Mother Han stood quietly in front of the door.

"Xin—what is this?"

"Mother, I'm going to apprentice."

Mother Han's clothes were so thin, and her eyes were deeply sunken.

Han Xin looked at Mother Han, feeling even more sad.

"Apprentice?"

Han Xin nodded solemnly.

"I want to learn my skills and become a general in the future, so that my mother will live in a big house and eat meat and drink instead of begging for others."

After hearing this, Mother Han held Han Xin in her arms and closed her eyes.

"My son, if my mother can watch you grow up, it will be the greatest gift from God. How can you still expect a life of fine clothes and fine food?"

"You have been high-spirited since you were young. It must be because your father taught you to read and read, so you are not willing to convince others easily. But people are born with high and low status. You are so obsessed with fame and refuse to be pragmatic."

"Other children at this age are already helping the family collect firewood for a living, but you are still bragging to a group of children."

"Listen to your mother and keep your heart in your belly. Your belly is the most important thing in the world."

Han Xin naturally refused to listen. After listening to his mother's words, he was no longer Han Xin.

In the depths of Han Xin's heart, what he saw and heard had already given him an urge to resist.

Why do some people live in poverty all their lives?

And some people are still aloof and born to enjoy glory and wealth.

There is too much injustice in this world.

Han Xin freed himself from Han Mu's arms, then walked out with the sword in hand. He planned to sell the sword.

By the time Mother Han reacted, her son had already run away.

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Xianyang City, Huayang Palace.

The autumn wind rustles and the trees wither and turn yellow.

Xue Ji put on a piece of clothing and stood leaning on the railing in the wind, like a swaying leaf.

She sat in Feixue Pavilion, quietly looking at the lake in front of her.

"Spring turns to winter, and the days fly by so fast."

"Why is Madam so sad today?"

Xue Ji looked at the lake.

"I have a feeling that some of the good days will no longer exist."

In Chongsi Tower and Nuan Pavilion, a group of eunuchs surrounded the two young princes.

Two fair-skinned children, beautifully dressed, both look very cute.

One person has a tiger cub tied around his neck, and the other person has a piece of jade hanging around his neck.

The taller one is Ying Yao;
The slightly smaller one is Ying Hao.

Both of them stretched out their fleshy arms that had just been detached and smeared on the large paper on the table.

The time of learning is the most troublesome time for the masters.

Princes at this age are playful and active, and literacy is something they must do at this stage.

Mrs. Chonghua pushed the door open and smiled happily when she saw her tough-headed son immersed in studying.

But when he saw that the second young master was here, she naturally frowned.

There are differences between elders and younger ones. How can my husband let them study together?

What a wrong decision.

And isn't Yinghuo one year younger than Shi Ziyao? Why should they be arranged together and let them study together?

Yao is the eldest son and heir.

The reason for such an arrangement must have been caused by Xue Ji whispering in the prince's ears.

Look at this Hao, he is actually sitting on the same seat as Yao.

This is not a good thing.

A concubine actually doesn't look like a concubine.

So Mrs. Chonghua walked over in person and instructed the young master that he should sit at the bottom.

"People have no manners and don't know what they are capable of. Young Master Huo, you are a concubine and you cannot sit with your legitimate son."

How could Young Master Hui know this? His father carried him over and sat him down, so he would sit here.

Moreover, he couldn't understand what Mrs. Chonghua said.

Seeing this, Mrs. Chonghua directly ordered someone to pick up Young Master Hui and put him somewhere else to sit.

Jiang Xi, who is dressed in plain White House attire, does not wear makeup, so she has a beautiful look.

She was strolling with her big belly, passing by this pavilion, and happened to see this scene inadvertently.

The difference between concubines and concubines...

Behind Wang Lin, there are many members of the Wang family.

My mother-in-law once said that the Qin royal family was most taboo about the influence of foreign relatives.

As for the Wang family, Wang Wan was the prime minister for a time.

This, how can we fight for this...

(Change the settings:
Xue Ji was changed to Princess Qi.

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(A few more words to say.

Women in the palace, wherever they write, are representatives of the influence of their relatives.

I also hope that everyone will be more rational. In the arena of power, no woman is a real little white rabbit.

And the little white rabbit doesn't live long either.

I hope everyone will not long for love, that thing is too illusory in the palace.

Think about Tang Minghuang and Yang Yuhuan. )
(End of this chapter)