my grandfather was qin shi huang

Of course, it is impossible to create such an elite army simply by throwing money at it.

The reason why Zhao Ying's team of more than 3000 people was able to form combat capabilities in such a fast time was not only due to the excellent foundation of these people, but also a pioneering achievement that far exceeded this era.

That is military school-style collective education!

Opening up to everyone the art of war that was considered a secret in this era, and providing everyone with an opportunity to change their own and their family's class and destiny. Between him, the commander-in-chief of the army, and Li Xin, the top leader in the Qin Dynasty, Famous generals taught it in person and allowed them to communicate and learn within the military camp and discuss it openly to improve themselves.

It completely inspired their desire to learn and become stronger.

People are all ambitious. The reason why salted fish become salted fish is not that they were salted fish from the beginning, but that the south wall that exists everywhere has taught them a cruel truth.

Struggle is useless!

We are at the bottom with no hope. What else can we do if we don’t have salted fish? What can we do, Ritian?

The most successful thing about Zhao Ying is that he gave these people who originally belonged to the lowest level a hope, a tangible hope!

At the same time of training, "Forging the Soul of the Army" is compulsorily promoted, unified thinking, and provides a greater ideal on the level of satisfying personal struggle.

Protect the people, protect the Qin Dynasty!

Noble ideals can infect people. Without a loftier common belief that transcends personal desires, this army will become a paradise for careerists and grow into a group of terrifying beasts that only care about themselves and their families.

Especially in this era, there are so many people who are proficient in the art of war. Once they lose the moral constraints in their hearts, the consequences will be disastrous.

As for standing in a military posture and kicking forward, it is just an auxiliary function to strengthen the concept of discipline. In this era, there are actually similar training methods, but they are not as concise, clear and efficient as the former.

"Aweng, I'm here -"

After such a slight delay, Wang Li, who was responsible for holding the formation at the back, also caught up, jumped off his horse, and saluted his father with a happy face.

He hadn't seen his son for several months. Looking at his son who had obviously turned darker and stronger, Wang Ben couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

This child has grown up!

"Well, you've had a hard time on the road. Let's go into town and talk -"

Although he was worried about his old father at home, this was obviously not the time for gossip. He simply said hello to his son, and Wang Ben immediately invited Zhao Ying, Li Xin and others to enter the city.

With more than 3000 people entering the city, it was naturally impossible to stay in an inn. Instead, they set up camp and settled down directly at the military academy field not far from the governor's house.

After all, after several days of high-intensity marching, the soldiers were very tired. Now that they had arrived, there was no need to deliberately demand these soldiers and let them station outside the city. As an important town guarding the border, Shangjun often reorganizes its military equipment. The military academy is quite spacious and there are some temporary buildings, which is quite suitable for settling these personnel.

When we arrived at the place, Shangjun was naturally responsible for arranging food and accommodation, and then let everyone soak their feet comfortably, eat a hot meal, and take a short rest.

Without Zhao Ying's instructions, Han Xin, Zhang Han and others each commanded their own troops and began to clean up the camp in an orderly manner, meticulously arranging defense arrangements according to field battle standards.

Wang Ben's eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw the busy but chaotic, tense and orderly scene in front of him.

Experts know the way.

The scene in front of me clearly conveys a message.

Strong army!

This is a truly strong army that has engraved discipline requirements into its daily routine.

Zhao Ying's army came too fast.

Even the entire Shangjun was not ready yet, so it was not until they, Zhao Ying, had entered the city that Sheriff Yan got the news and hurried over.

This was the first time he had seen the legendary Emperor's Grandson.

"I have met His Royal Highness the Emperor's Grandson. I am late to welcome you. I hope that His Highness Haihan will be honored——"

Seeing that he was tall and tough-faced, and looked exactly like the eldest grandson of the First Emperor, County Sheriff Yan jumped off his horse and came over first to salute. Looking at the red-faced and muscular middle-aged Sheriff, Zhao Ying smiled broadly, stepped forward and personally supported the Sheriff Yan who was about to salute.

"You don't have to be polite, Sheriff. We have to rest here for a few days. I'm afraid we will cause trouble to the Sheriff..."

Although Zhao Ying's every move resembled the First Emperor, he was different from the majestic First Emperor. His smile made people feel like spring breeze, approachable, and somewhat like an eldest son's approach to others.

And, obviously, the stance is very low.

The last trace of worry suddenly dropped from my heart.

As a young man suddenly ascended to a high position, he was really worried that His Royal Highness, the eldest grandson of the Emperor, would be arrogant and arrogant, act domineeringly, and forcibly interfere in local affairs, which would be really troublesome.

Randomly, Sheriff Yan came over to greet Li Xin again.

As a local compound in charge of one side, County Sheriff Yan was naturally familiar with Li Xin, a former famous military general, but he didn't have any close friendship.

After all, in the past, Li Xin was so high-spirited that even veteran generals like Wang Jian, who had great military achievements, were actually a little invisible and dared to dodge the limelight in front of the First Emperor. Naturally, County Sheriff Yan stood aside even more.

However, more than ten years passed in a flash.

This former famous general has lost his former sharpness and has become somewhat deep, restrained and rather polite.

Therefore, the first meeting was in a friendly atmosphere.

"Let's go. Someone will naturally be responsible for arranging the rest. First, come with me to meet the eldest son--"

Although Zhao Ying came all the way, there was no reason for Fusu, a father, to come to see his son in person. Therefore, after a brief greeting, General Wang Ben, the father-in-law, immediately took the initiative to propose.

Zhao Ying naturally had no reason to shirk this.

When you get here, if you don't visit your cheap daddy first, it will become a joke if word spreads. Although he was speechless towards this father who played his cards badly and screwed up himself and the entire Da Qin, he still had to see what he needed to see.

Fusu's residence was an ordinary farmyard, and there were not even a few guards outside the yard.

Zhao Ying was not surprised at all.

For a person like this who would rather offend the First Emperor than ask for orders for the people, it would be a bit abnormal if he lived in a mansion.

In the yard, Fusu was sitting under a tree reading.

There is a table under the tree, with a teapot on it, and an empty small chair on the other side. After sitting on it once when he went home last time, he returned to Shangjun and had himself made a few chairs according to the style of the small chairs at home.

After all, it is still much more comfortable than sitting on the floor.

Hearing the movement outside the door, Fusu stood up with a smile and looked at his son, whom he had not seen for several months and who was obviously much taller, with a trace of unconcealable love in his eyes.

"Aon—"

When Zhao Ying saw this, he quickly took two steps and rushed forward to greet Fusu.

Wang Ben and Sheriff Yan, who were following behind, looked at the father and son reunited after a long separation, and then looked at the furnishings in the eldest son's yard. They wisely did not go in, but just cupped their hands at the door, and then left silently.

"sit down--"

Fusu looked at this sudden rise of his son with a look of relief, smiled and waved his hand, and took the lead to sit down beside him.

Zhao Ying came over and sat down beside him. The father and son sat facing each other.

Zhao Ying was about to pour tea for Fusu, but he saw that Fusu had already taken the initiative to lift the teapot and poured Zhao Ying a cup. What surprised Zhao Ying was that it was boiled water.

"I knew you weren't used to drinking tea, so I didn't let anyone prepare—"

At this point, Fusu added with a smile.

"You can't help it even if you're used to it. I don't have any good tea here..."

Zhao Ying didn't expect that Fusu could remember this little habit of his. In Zhao Ying's memory, this was the first time that father and son sat alone like this and communicated as adults.

Fusu had a warm smile and a relaxed tone, which made Zhao Ying, who was still a little nervous, relax.

"That's good—"

Zhao Ying replied with a smile, looking around at the small courtyard where Fusu lived. There are three main rooms, a small room on the east side is used as a kitchen, and two vegetable plots are opened on the west side.

Just like an ordinary farmhouse, looking at the traces, one part is leeks and the other part should be radishes.

It has to be said that there is a reason why Fusu still enjoys a great reputation among the people and the court. If Zhao Ying had not known the original trajectory of historical development, he would probably have been impressed by his style.

He has a noble status, but is low-key and down-to-earth. His whole person is as gentle as jade, and every move he makes carries a strong sense of a gentleman.

"During this period, my family is very grateful to you. Last time I went back to Xianyang, I came and went in a hurry, and I didn't have time to sit down and have a good talk with you. This time you got married, and I couldn't go back to take care of it for you..."

After Fusu finished speaking, he smiled and sounded a little apologetic.

When he went back last time, he learned through Mi Ji that since he left, it was the eldest son who had taken care of all the affairs of the family for him.

Even now, he has obviously opened a house, married a wife, and still insists on living at home and taking care of his family.

Therefore, as a father, he felt guilty towards his eldest son.

"No need to say this, Aweng. In fact, my grandma is in charge of the family, and - and my eldest father is helping me to take care of it. Everything has been going smoothly..."

Zhao Ying smiled and comforted him, but he didn't know how to answer.

What’s the use of saying this——

If you really have this intention, go back and admit your mistake to your eldest father, take over your responsibilities, and let me experience the happiness of being the second generation...

"Your eldest father - are you okay..."

Hearing Zhao Ying mention the title of emperor, Fusu's eyes couldn't help but be a little complicated. He lowered his head and held the tea cup in his hand, and asked a question with some confusion.

"Very good. My mental state has improved a lot. I have stopped taking pills recently and my body looks much better..."

Hearing what Zhao Ying said, Fusu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've heard what others said about what you did -"

Having said this, Fusu suddenly raised his head and smiled, with a relaxed look on his face.

"You did a great job, better than I imagined, and better than I did - your eldest father has high hopes for you, don't let down his expectations..."

As the most valued eldest son of the First Emperor, Fusu did not lack political wisdom. On the contrary, he was quite talented and had his own understanding of the situation and responses to the Qin Dynasty.

Otherwise, there would not have been repeated conflicts with the First Emperor.

Because, what he saw was not only the power of Great Qin, but also the dangers hidden under the power of Great Qin. On a certain level, there is not much wrong with Fusu’s proposition.

The world has been fighting for too long and needs to stop and recuperate.

Show kindness and be gentle, so that the people of the world will appreciate the kindness of the Qin Dynasty instead of being intimidated by the majesty and force of the Qin Dynasty.

It's a pity that he was poisoned by the Confucian set of benevolent government and royal principles, and went to an extreme, blindly advocating Confucian ideas, and for the so-called ideals and beliefs, he would rather bend than bend, and he would stand up to his own father without any hesitation. Know how to adapt.

This led to a complete break with the First Emperor and was driven to Shangjun, leaving Xianyang, the political center.

As a result, he later died in a foreign land, and the vital dynasty of Da Qin was torn to pieces at the hands of Hu Hai and Zhao Gao...

With his eyes, he could not see that his eldest son had already regarded his eldest son as the heir of Da Qin. Step by step, he is starting to pave the way for his son.

He had no objection to this, and was even somewhat happy to see it happen.

My son is more suitable for that position than me!

In fact, he has never been obsessed with that position. Why didn't he understand that the First Emperor valued him? Why didn't he understand that as long as he lowered his head and admitted his mistake, he would most likely be forgiven by the First Emperor, and then return to Xianyang, return to the core of the entire political system, and take over the leadership of the emperor? A coveted location.

It's just that he doesn't want to deceive his own heart, let alone his Aweng!

He knew clearly that there had always been a huge difference between his own ideas and those of the First Emperor! And this difference is irreconcilable.

Obtaining that position against your will by deceiving the old man, and then turning around to subvert the layout that your own old man has worked so hard to achieve is not what a gentleman would do!

Rather than do this, he would rather quit and give up that position to his younger brother Hu Hai, who had always believed in Aweng and even admired him extremely.

Of course, now a more suitable candidate than Hu Hai has emerged.

That is the son sitting opposite him now!

He believed that if his son could take over that position, he would be able to make Great Qin a better place while maintaining the stability of Great Qin's policies.

However, if his son wants to reach this point, he still needs an opportunity.

Zhao Ying didn't know that at this time, Fusu already regarded him as the most suitable successor to the Qin Dynasty, just like the First Emperor.

In my heart, I was still secretly complaining that my cheap father was not living up to expectations and could not let myself rest assured to be a third-generation emperor.

However, since Fusu's attitude had always been gentle and he only talked about trivial matters at home, the atmosphere of this conversation between father and son was quite relaxed and harmonious.

At noon, Fusu left some food.

The chef was the cook I brought back last time, and the meal for the two of them was not too complicated. They had a plate of braised tofu and a portion of mutton stewed with radish.

"Try it, the mutton from Shangjun is plump and tastes better than the one from Xianyang..."

Fusu personally gave Zhao Ying a chopstick and said with a smile.

After finishing speaking, he seemed to remember something.

"Now that you are an adult, do you want to drink a little wine?"

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