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Chapter 77 Fusu, you idiot!

evening.

Zhang Wei pretended to go home at normal time after his shift ended. When he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something and asked the doorman:

"Do you have any visiting cards today?"

The concierge took out a note from his pocket:
"Yes, sir. Mr. Song next door sent someone to deliver a note this afternoon. He asked you to let him know when you see it and he will come over."

After all, he is already in his thirties, has a wife and children, and has established a family and career. Zhang Wei can have been called master long ago.

He took the visiting card and glanced at it, and found that it was indeed handed to him by Song Shen. He retracted his foot that was about to step into the door.

He turned a corner and walked to the side holding the visiting card.

The concierge was a little confused:
"Master, aren't you going home?"

Zhang Wei didn't even turn his head and waved his hand:

"Tell Madam and the others to eat first. I have something to do. I'll go there first."

The concierge was stunned.

Young Master Song from next door handed over a visiting card, and his own master came back from work without even eating, but he had to rush over to see him? Even if he was the eldest grandson of the master, he wouldn't go to this extent!
It seems that I have to pay more attention to my neighbors in the future. The weight of this Mr. Song Shen in the master's heart is much more important than I imagined.

…………

Let’s not talk about what the Zhang family’s doorman thinks.

The Song family study.

Song Shen, who had been dozing off on the leather sofa, finally received news from Zhang Wei after dinner.

Song Shen was a little surprised when he heard from Lan Yun that Zhang Wei actually came to her house in person with the visiting card he had sent.

Although they have a good relationship, isn't it a bit too embarrassing to do this? If he were Song Lian or Song Zan, it would be understandable for Zhang Wei to rush to her, but now he is a commoner, so there is no need.

After thinking about it, Song Shen could only attribute this matter to Song Lian's status among the literati, or perhaps it was something his grandfather had reminded him of.

He asked Lan Yun to invite the person into the study.

Not long after, Zhang Wei came in.

"Brother Congming, I am really sorry to bother you. You have been busy all day and you still have to come to see me, a free man."

Song Shen had already asked someone to prepare tea, and when he heard the noise he spoke with a smile.

Zhang Wei, who was quite familiar with his study, was not polite and got straight to the point after sitting down:

"You must have something important to ask me. Tell me. I will definitely help you if I can."

Since he was so straightforward and didn't beat around the bush like before, Song Shen didn't bother to say anything more:
"It's like this. I gave you the potatoes earlier. Please remember the process required for subsequent seedling cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei subconsciously raised his head, and sure enough, he saw a man in black lying on the beam, also holding a book in one hand and a pen in the other, staring at the two of them, ready to take notes at any time.

However, this person is no longer Mao Xiang.

When Zhang Wei left Wuying Palace today, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince comforted him, saying that he could do whatever he wanted in the future. Although the Yiluansi was watching him, as long as he behaved properly, he had nothing to fear from them investigating.

Moreover, Mao Xiang and many people from the Yiluansi have now been sent by His Majesty to learn farming techniques, so that they can be fully responsible for planting potatoes in the future to avoid leaks, so the people who are keeping an eye on Song Shen and Zhang Wei have been replaced.

After confirming that someone was recording it, Zhang Wei felt more relieved.

Things are different now. After hearing how important potatoes are, Zhang Wei now wishes someone would record his conversations with Song Shen anytime and anywhere. There are not many potatoes to begin with, and if one is ruined it's one less potato, which is more valuable than a gold nugget. Even if he is not responsible for farming, any normal person would not want the potatoes to be ruined!
Zhang Wei withdrew his thoughts and said with a smile:
"Okay, Ziwei, go ahead and tell me. I'll remember it."

Song Shen spread his hands:

"It's nothing too mysterious. Just wrap each seedling with wood ash before cutting the potatoes for seedlings before planting. That's it."

Zhang Wei asked curiously:
"Why wrap it in wood ash? Is there any explanation?"

Song Shen waved his hand and said:

"It's nothing. If you can get some really strong liquor, then wrapping it in ash or washing it with liquor will have the same effect. It's just that I don't think there's any liquor that strong, so ash is the most convenient and quickest."

Strong liquor?

Zhang Wei was confused after hearing this.

He scratched his head:
"How strong do you want the wine to be? The best wine in Yingtian Prefecture is in the Moon Viewing Tower where we had dinner last time. You know, scholars always like to write poems after getting drunk, and Moon Viewing Tower is located in a place with a flourishing literary atmosphere, so the wine there is the best."

"However, if we don't care whether the wine is good or not, and just talk about strong wines... such as Shaodaozi, then you have to go to the military camp to buy them. The soldiers like to drink the wine that is so spicy that it makes people sweat. I tried it once, and it was hard to swallow!"

Are there already burning knives these days?

Song Shen was a little surprised.

He used to be able to talk about things like the history of currency with great eloquence, not because he had a lot of historical knowledge, but because he had to teach a course on this subject, so the system directly integrated the information and gave it to him.

But in fact, he is just a big talker. He is good at giving advice on other things, but if you really ask him about something specific, such as the history of the development of Chinese liquor, he will be completely at a loss.

So now he is not quite clear why something like Shaodaozi already existed in the early Ming Dynasty.

"How long has this Shaodaozi been sold? Is it that spicy?"

Hearing Song Shen's question, Zhang Wei laughed on the spot:

"Ziwei, you have completely forgotten everything!"

"Back then, you and the kid from the Xu family insisted on dragging me to try the Shaodaozi. You even boasted to me that it was a century-old brand that had been around since the Yuan Dynasty. If that's false, you can only blame yourself!"

"Why, you forgot about the past once, and now you want to have a drink again? You haven't forgotten your original intention!"

Song Shen is over fifty years old in his two lifetimes combined, and he is thick-skinned by nature, so naturally he would not be embarrassed by a few teasing remarks from him.

However, the fact that burning knives existed during the Yuan Dynasty was a bit beyond his expectations.

Normally, wouldn't the inventions of a time traveler be distilled liquor, glass, perfume, soap, and cooking? Song Shen must be blind, and he's not particularly short of money, otherwise he would have started tinkering with these things a long time ago.

I had been thinking that if I still couldn't escape the fate of being exiled, I would at least not starve to death with these techniques... But now it seems that the stir-frying that appeared in the Song Dynasty and the strong liquor that appeared in the Yuan Dynasty are definitely hopeless.

Shaking his head, Song Shen sighed after changing two of his plans to get rich.
"Then I wonder when Brother Congming is free, can you take me to see the Shaodaozi?"

Zhang Wei paused, then smiled calmly:

"I am always free, it's up to you to arrange it."

Song Shen was stunned:
"What? Doesn't the censor have to do his duty?"

Zhang Wei took a sip of tea and rubbed his fingers on the corner of his clothes for a while before he finished writing his speech:
"Of course the censor has to report to the government office, but I don't have to do that now."

"Ziwei, you know what will happen here after the teacher leaves Yingtian Prefecture, right?"

"Any civil servants who are from eastern Zhejiang or have close ties with eastern Zhejiang will be targeted, and people like me who are students of teachers will be in even more trouble." "In order to avoid being caught and used against me, I will take sick leave and stay at home for a few months. The Imperial Hospital has already made arrangements. This matter has been reported to His Majesty today, and His Majesty has approved it."

"Alas... I wonder when the arrogance over there can be extinguished."

He didn't explain it clearly, but Song Shen already understood what he meant.

Although Song Lian had not yet left Yingtian Prefecture, he had already resigned from his post. From the moment he left office, Hu Weiyong's faction began to liquidate the civil service group in eastern Zhejiang.

This fire may not burn Zhang Wei yet, but it is only a matter of time.

If you take sick leave and stay at home before Hu Weiyong takes action, and don't worry about anything, your chances of avoiding this trouble will be greater.

It also requires decisiveness to retreat from the current situation.

"It was my grandfather who implicated you, Brother Congming!"

Song Shen sighed with emotion.

"No, the teacher has been very kind to me and has taught me a lot. How can this be considered as a burden?"

Zhang Wei waved his hands repeatedly, actually feeling very guilty.

Because this rhetoric was taught to him by Your Majesty, and he is just parroting it now.

Everyone knows that there are often frictions between the people in eastern Zhejiang and those in western Huaixi. Originally, it was just criticism in the court, but later it evolved into using despicable means to find evidence. Therefore, using Hu Weiyong as a shield is indeed a good excuse.

However, although……

Zhang Wei always felt unsatisfied.

Before Prime Minister Hu even made a move, he was already throwing dirty water at the other side.

It would be fine if this dirty water was thrown in front of His Majesty...

The problem is that now His Majesty has arranged himself to be by Song Shen's side around the clock, and he just muddied the water and poured it on Hu Weiyong's back, or poured it for Song Shen to see.

How could he be sure that Song Shen would believe it? How could he be sure that Song Shen would not go to Song Lian to pass on the news?
What was Song Shen’s attitude towards Hu Weiyong?
"...Brother Congming, Brother Congming?"

The shouting startled Zhang Wei, and he realized that Song Shen was talking to him, and he quickly replied:
"I am listening."

Song Shen frowned and said:
"Brother Congming, I said this because I consider you my own talent. Go tell Chen Guorui and Chen Biao, father and son, that if they want to survive in the future, they should stay away from Hu Weiyong."

"After all, I asked them to help me run the ship, and I don't want anything to happen to them. To put it bluntly, if something happens to them, my plan will fail. In addition, some of them are your relatives... Do you understand?"

Zhang Wei was shocked and asked:

"You think that Prime Minister Hu will..."

Song Shen shook his head:
"It's not a feeling, it's a certainty."

"Okay, don't ask anymore. Just keep these things in mind and don't spread them."

"Since you are now on sick leave, how about we go and see Shao Daozi tomorrow?"

He had said so much, no matter how curious Zhang Wei was, he couldn't ask any more questions and could only nod in agreement.

…………

At the same time, in the 29th year of the reign of Emperor Qin Shi Huang.

That night, the Zhangtai Palace was still brightly lit.

It was already dark, and Ying Zheng was looking through the bamboo slips that had just been delivered today, and he sighed:
"I didn't feel that way before, but after using good ones, I always feel tired when using these bamboo slips."

Fusu, who was sitting below him, stopped what he was doing and looked over curiously:
"What good thing is that, Father?"

Why was Fusu in Zhangtai Palace and why was he sitting with Ying Zheng reading memorials? It all has to do with Zhu Yuanzhang.

From the very beginning, Zhu Yuanzhang had been pulling Zhu Biao to show off to the First Emperor, saying how hardworking and intelligent his eldest son was, and how he could help him share his worries. Now many memorials were handled by the Crown Prince Zhu Biao, and he didn't have to worry about them at all.

The most outrageous thing is that he also said that the reason why Fusu became a stubborn donkey who was obsessed with Confucianism was because Ying Zheng did not give him power. Children have to do work before they can understand things. Look at Zhu Biao now. If he is given power, does he want to usurp the throne? No!

It was because of the stimulation from Zhu Yuanzhang's big mouth that Ying Zheng summoned his eldest son Fusu to Zhangtai Palace for the first time to read memorials and handle government affairs with him.

Now that there was no one around, Ying Zheng happily leaned back and said with a smile:
"Yes, it's a good thing. Scholars like you will like it the most. I like it too."

"In the immortal's dream, someone promised to find a method for me to make it. I'll show it to you after it's really made. Besides me, I'll show it to you first. How about that?"

To be honest, Fusu felt that his father's recent good condition seemed like he was possessed by evil spirits.

Although the feeling of being close to his father was very good, he was still not used to it... Maybe this was what the little palace maids usually laughed at and scolded each other, a bitch?

He shook his head, shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind, and said with a folded hand:

"Father, when you were taking a nap today, someone from the Black Ice Terrace came to report something. I wanted them to wait until you woke up, but I didn't expect them to tell me directly."

"I have been busy with official duties since then, and I only remembered it now. Please forgive me, Father!"

Ying Zheng waved his hand nonchalantly:
"It's okay. That's my order. From now on, seeing you on the Black Ice Platform is like seeing me. It's the same if I fall asleep and talk to you."

"What is it, tell me--it can't be anything important, can it?"

Fusu shook his head honestly:

"I asked them, and they said it was nothing serious."

"This morning, Heibingtai found a man outside. He was the one you asked them to find. His name seems to be... uh, Zhang Liang?"

"They said it was the remnant of the Six Kingdoms..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Ying Zheng, who had been sitting and listening happily, suddenly stood up with a strange look on his face. It was hard to tell whether he was shocked or happy, and it seemed that he was also a little bit unbelievable.

He interrupted his son's narration with his hand and said in a deep voice:
"No, he is not just a remnant of the Six Kingdoms. I know who he is, and I know exactly what he is capable of."

"Fusu, he is the important person who will assist others to replace the Qin Dynasty in the future!"

Fusu was stunned at first, then his face changed color:
"I'm going to kill him myself!"

He ran away, without any trace of the demeanor of the number one young master of Qin.

Ying Zheng was stunned on the stage:

"Who told you to kill him? Get back here, you idiot!!!"

　Today I took a train and then a bus. I typed all 4,000 words with my phone. I will make up for the 10,000 words I owe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow (bow)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)