Quick Travel: Start by pretending to be an envoy to help the First Emperor’s infrastructure

Chapter 16 The Naughty Child Angel

You'an was eating and drinking under the care of Yi when he heard a trance-like sound.

"Father King"

Turning his head, as expected, he raised his head again, and his eyes lit up.

I saw only a young man who looked similar to Ying Zheng. He had the same resolute face and a tall build. Ying Zheng's face could be vaguely glimpsed from his face.

Fusu?

This name suddenly appeared in Youan's mind, Ying Zheng's eldest son.

She had no superfluous emotions towards Fusu, only one feeling: he was worthy of being the son of Ying Zheng, both strong men with strong arms and running horses, and not at all the weak prince who was poisoned by Confucianism as she imagined.

A kind of temperament between a young boy and a fully mature person, elegant but not weak.

When Ying Zheng saw Fu Su coming in a hurry, his anger, which had been mostly dissipated by the corn, would not be vented on his son, "Fu Su, why are you here?"

You'an saw that Fusu's movements were full of beauty, and his movements were smooth and smooth without being cumbersome and cumbersome. It was very beautiful.

Fusu didn't know that the little girl next to him was admiring it. "Fusu heard that his father was assassinated, and he came over worriedly."

He took a look at the scene, which was very different from what he imagined, and took the lead in pleading guilty, "The assassination of Xianyang was due to the son's poor supervision. I hope my father will punish him."

You'an saw Ying Zheng's face tense up visibly, and sighed in his heart, Fusu said something very good before, just say a few softer words later, why are you so businesslike?
"Is this Mr. Fusu?"

You'an spoke up at the right time, and took two steps forward very presumptuously, appreciating Fusu openly and openly, which made Fusu, who was still pleading guilty, a little at a loss.

This little girl is so brave, is she an angel?

You'an saw the confusion on his face and nodded with a smile, "Well, I am the legendary envoy."

Fusu looked at the tall god who had just reached his chest, but he made a mature gesture. After looking at it, he nodded, looking very satisfied, and said to his father: "Your Majesty, this is your big brother." My son, I have raised him well, he is handsome and filial."

Fusu: "..."

Why do you feel like you are a generation younger?

Ying Zheng gradually got used to You'an's character. As a father, he couldn't be unhappy when his eldest son was praised. As an old father, he couldn't be unhappy, but he still had to be humble.

"God's praises." The old father looked at his tall son with disgust.

Fusu was silent, but he didn't know what to say at this moment.

You'an looked at the corn that was almost finished popping and said, "Your Majesty, the corn is almost finished popping."

Ying Zheng and Fu Su both looked at the unusual strange thing in the air. In order to prevent them from naming it "strange plate" again, You An spoke first.

Ying Zheng looked at the golden corn seeds. Collecting them was more eye-catching than scattering them. "I am already grateful that the gods are willing to bless the corn seeds to Da Qin. It is just a gift from the gods. Da Qin is afraid that it will disappoint these gods if it is not handled properly." kind."

Fusu looked at his father in surprise. Although he had made Ying Zheng unhappy recently, he had been with him for a long time. He was still familiar with the changes in his father's tone. It was hard to imagine the weakness in it. .

I can’t stand Youan doing this.

But youan is really not familiar with the matter of farming. She rolled her eyes with a look of regret, "Oh... I also want to help your majesty and help Daqin. Unfortunately, what I don't know about it is that besides the yield of 500 kilograms per mu, it can You say you know nothing." Her voice was not suppressed on purpose. The guarding sergeant next to her couldn't help but listen. For a moment, she couldn't even maintain her original composure and turned her head uncontrollably. To the messenger, I really want to ask, “Is it true?”

"really?"

The first person who couldn't hide it was Fusu. Don't blame him for losing his temper. The Qin Dynasty's weight was a full 16 taels, and the wheat output in the north was only a little over a hundred. It can be said that 500 jins is something you can't even dream of.

Ying Zheng didn't blame him, because he himself stared at You'an with the same intensity.

You'an didn't seem to understand why they reacted so loudly. He waved his hand and brought the corn stalk to his hand, and pulled out a corn bigger than her head from it. The heavy weight made him look like a knight wherever he placed it. .

"Of course, but..."

This one just directly aroused everyone's emotions, and Fusu's heart was lifted.

"When oranges grow in Huainan, they become tangerines, and when they grow in northern Huaibei, they become tangerines. After corn fell in the Qin Dynasty, it will naturally lose its magic. The size, taste, and yield will be different, but it will not be less than 300 kilograms."

If these excellent seeds were planted below 300 kilograms, she would probably have to see how mutated the soil was.

Fusu felt relieved and distressed. 300 kilograms was still a lot, enough to feed twice as many people as the original harvest. But at the beginning it was only 500 kilograms, and the time spent in one sentence was reduced by nearly half. It was really heartbreaking.

Ying Zheng controlled his emotions even more perfectly, and once again looked at the piled corn seeds, his eyes were gentler than those he looked at Fusu's son.

"Meng Tian, ​​you have heard this. Send heavy troops to escort him to the outskirts of the city. If there is anyone who covets him, kill him!" These murderous words instantly lifted the First Emperor's momentum.

Meng Tian noticed that the guards were distracted and walked over. After hearing this, his eyes did not hesitate to say, "Here."

You'an sighed softly in his heart, and then handed the corn, which weighed more than ten kilograms, to Fusu. Fusu's hand sank, but he immediately picked it up and cherished it carefully.

You'an didn't care, "Your Majesty, let's go back to Xianyang Palace quickly. I want to eat boiled corn tonight."

Fusu's smile hadn't fully revealed yet, and he immediately froze, wanting to stop the envoy, "Envoy"

But You'an didn't want to pay attention to it. Those corn seeds were enough for their first batch. Besides, the last corn was not the size of the maze. It had no ability to reproduce the second generation. It would be a waste if it was not eaten and planted.

She covered her ears, closed her eyes, and shook her head quickly, "If you don't listen, I will eat."

"..."

Fusu obviously doesn't have a child yet, but at this moment she feels like a naughty child. She is so hungry that she can't lose her temper. The food is from someone else's god. She eats it within reason, and she is still young. Mr. Fusu You can't be so harsh as to criticize a young angel.

I just felt panicked in my heart.

"Tsk" Ying Zheng saw Fusu deflated and felt as refreshed as if he had taken a mouthful of smooth smoothie in the summer.

In the future, I can ask Fusu to get in touch with the divine envoy. I planned this before returning to Xianyang because they are both of the same age, and Fusu has nothing to dissatisfy with him so far, except for being stubborn and angry with him at times. So I asked him to get in touch with him. It’s also training.

But at this moment, Ying Zheng had another reason: to let the gods anger him and let him taste the feeling of being angry.

You'an didn't know the inner story of the father and son, so he covered his ears and looked at them furtively. Jia Fusu seemed to compromise, and he let go without hesitation, raising his chin, and his eyes clearly conveyed the meaning of "I guess you know the truth."

Fusu tried hard to resist the urge to "teach her a lesson" and silently convinced himself: the person in front of him was an envoy of God, not a naughty child.

(End of this chapter)