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

Chapter 25 Fusu Xifu
Fusu couldn't resist Youan's warm reception and ate a hearty meal of pasta, which opened another door.

You'an discovered that both Fusu and Yingzheng were partial to sweet bean curds. He didn't expect that father and son were so similar.

Fusu also brought Youan a certificate to enter and leave the palace independently. Yingzheng can worry about national affairs, but he also doesn't care about details.

You'an took the card and looked at it over and over, "I didn't expect His Majesty to be such a careful person."

She herself didn't consider the issue of entering and leaving the palace at any time, mainly because she didn't want to take the initiative to enter the palace.

Fusu agreed. When his father asked him to hand over the token, he was ashamed that he had not thought of it.

"God's envoy, I have arranged for the young master to go to the villages around Xianyang to promote stone mills and foot-operated hammers according to your instructions, but the staff is limited."

Even the number of minor officials in Xianyang is insufficient, let alone the farther away from Xianyang.

No wonder Yingzheng's control over counties became worse and worse later on.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away.

You'an looked at the scattered increase in emotional value and understood that the promotion speed would not be fast.

But there is no way. Da Qin cannot transmit information quickly, and it cannot spare many people to work. It is not even qualified to put up big-character posters. It can only be spread by word of mouth. How long can it take?

"What do the troupes in the palace do on weekdays?" You'an thought of the past propaganda mode of going to the countryside. The vaudeville sitcom was much more interesting than dry talk, and the key points entered his mind in a strange way.

Fusu gradually got used to her jumping thoughts. He did not ask why, but answered every question patiently, "There is not much to do in the palace, and my father does not have enough time to approve memorials every day. For vaudeville, unless it is It’s a large palace banquet, otherwise we won’t invite hundreds of troupes to perform.”

What a waste.

However, You'an picked up Baixi Troupe for nothing. She couldn't sit still and stood up, "Can I use it? Since Baixi Troupe has nothing to do on weekdays, we might as well arrange for them to go to the countryside to promote. It just so happens that Da Qin’s Guizhou pine is also called Kuai Song Kuai.”

The instinct to watch the excitement is engraved in his bones, not to mention an environment like Da Qin where people can't wait to be tied to the ground.

This matter was not like the previous iron tools that needed to be reported to Ying Zheng. Fusu could handle the matter with his own power. Although he didn't understand how Baixi Troupe promoted it, he still agreed.

Next, the Mo family, together with the Jibu brothers who were impressed by the delicious food, worked hard at home, while Youan followed Fusu to guide the Baixi Opera Troupe in rehearsing.

You'an's thoughts surged, and he made up a tortuous story in no time. However, Fusu's face showed a toothache when he heard it. The members of the Baixi Troupe accepted it well. Although they felt that the idea of ​​​​the God Envoy was unique, they They have something to do and don't have to sit around all day.

However, some lines are still a bit embarrassing to say.

Anyway, You'an is just as cruel as he wants to be, and he arranges the whole family in such a way that makes them angry.

Fusu had never seen such a vulgar and unruly person before. He couldn't help but remind him, "God's envoy, there are generally not so many mature men in the homes of the heads of Guizhou in the Qin Dynasty. The Book of Shang Jun said: 'There are no distinctions between people who have more than two men. Those who are different will have doubled their gifts. 'Young men and women will basically set up their own business and work hard to farm and weave."

Therefore, like the story provided by You An, it is unlikely that the kind of family where everyone has their own little thoughts is unlikely to happen.

Although You'an was surprised, he immediately looked at him with admiration. Da Qin had maintained a good atmosphere.

"That's even better. It's just for everyone to see how good Da Qin's policy is in forcing families to separate and become independent. Only by comparing can you feel happy."

"..." Fusu was speechless and could only let her continue. However, he couldn't control his emotions when he saw all the family affairs. He was secretly looking forward to the protagonist's family being bullied. When can I resist?Realizing this, Fusu slapped his head suddenly, causing Youan to look at him in surprise, with eyes full of "Are you sick?"

Fusu smiled bitterly and shook his head. The contagious power of the divine messenger was so strong that within a few hours, he actually became immersed in the drama.

The Hundred Opera Troupe was a bit reluctant to let go at first, but as I became more and more immersed in it, I became more aware of singing, chanting, and fighting, especially the old woman who performed the ruthless show. Originally, she still had some elegance as a performer, but after half a day, she was already He could keep his face and roll on the ground in burlap, howling.

You'an looked at her and silently muttered, "I'm sorry." I hope this old woman can distinguish between reality and performance.

"My eldest son, since they want to go to the countryside to publicize, it can be regarded as serving the country. Should we make it more formal and increase their monthly salary?"

Fusu explained: "The envoy doesn't know that the Hundred Opera Troupe itself has a monthly salary. If we add more, it will cause criticism."

Youan doesn't agree with this. What he usually earns is equivalent to a basic salary, and when he goes out to the countryside, he may also be sent to various counties in Daqin in the future.

"Is Da Qin so picky? Working two jobs and only getting one monthly salary?"

"...You can't say that." Fusu defended.

Anyway, You'an argued hard, and the members of the Baixi Troupe couldn't get in the way, but at this moment, You'an was really the messenger.

Fusu was so beaten that he had no choice but to take another job for himself, and was able to escape by being able to set up a troupe of rewards and punishments.

When Ying Zheng saw his eldest son again, he noticed the fatigue on his face. He was amused and said to himself that he deserved it. It only took two days to see the effect, so he still needed more practice.

In his eyes, You'an is just different from ordinary people. If Fusu can't even deal with the divine envoy, how will he deal with the old foxes who have been in officialdom for decades?

Fusu might rather deal with the ministers in the court.

He still remembered what You'an had been talking about when he said goodbye, and he didn't dare to forget it for a moment. After all, he had been reminded many times throughout the day.

Naturally, Ying Zheng would not stop him, but instead gave Fu Su a great deal of autonomy in the matter of the divine envoy.

"You've been in the Baixi Troupe for so long, how's the practice going?"

Fusu was silent, and then, without knowing what he meant, he suggested seriously: "If my father is free, he can invite the Bai Opera Troupe to watch their rehearsed plays. They are all taught by the divine envoys themselves, and they are completely different styles from those of Great Qin. The music is wonderful and touching.”

After Fu Su left, Ying Zheng noticed a soreness in his neck, so he stopped his knife and pen and ordered the Bai Opera Troupe to come and perform.

The members of the troupe lowered their heads, looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and then performed a big show in the palace.

Ying Zheng felt bad when the first old woman lay down and cried. On the one hand, he was out of curiosity, and on the other hand, he didn't believe that Fusu dared to be so bold, so he read on.

The play only lasted for about a quarter of an hour, and the group of people who had been showing off their lively behavior just now were able to move freely. The eunuchs who were waiting on the show all looked unsatisfied and almost applauded, but after observing His Majesty's expression, they immediately shrank their presence.

Ying Zheng was not angry at all, it was just a small shock. In his opinion, there was something illegal in this drama from the beginning to the end. His ears were hurt by the noise, but his eyes were sore. I just want to see how ridiculous the next step can be.

Thinking of the righteousness on Fusu's face, Ying Zheng chuckled. It was obviously because he was laughed at by the big boy, and there was also a strange comfort in that the originally stubborn big rabbit knew how to turn, even if the scheming person was he.

(End of this chapter)