my grandfather was qin shi huang

However, at this time, Fusu had not thought about this.

During these days, he was very busy every day. He was either going to the army to reward soldiers, or traveling lightly, going deep into the fields to understand the situation of autumn planting, inspecting the terrain, observing the direction of rivers, and leading the people of Shangjun to dig wells, build canals, and build water conservancy projects. , or sitting at the head of the village, chatting with some elders in the village about family affairs and listening to the people's livelihood problems.

Sometimes I can't go back to the city, so I stay overnight in a farmhouse.

Eating rough food and sleeping on a cold, hard wooden bed, the melancholy in Fusu's eyes deepened.

Whenever the night stopped, he would hug his knees and stare at the night sky in a daze.

The letter sent by Mr. Chun Yuyue was replayed over and over in my mind, and the simple but dark and thin faces of countless villagers flashed across my mind, and I felt their hope that was humbled in the dust.

Could it be that I was really wrong in the past?

In the past few days, he asked himself over and over again in his heart, but there was no answer, and no one could tell him the answer.

The guards accompanying him discovered that their kind and kind eldest son had become even more silent and his body became thinner. He walked silently on this remote and ruined land like an ascetic all day long.

However, the respect in everyone's eyes became more and more profound.

They have never seen a nobleman like the eldest son, who only sees these poor and lowly people. They can't think of any great truth, but they have a simple idea in their hearts.

I am willing to die for such an eldest son!

Outside Shangjun City.

In the past few days, Meng Tian, ​​who had completely completed the handover with Wang Ben who had arrived, stood in front of the carriage with his hands folded and bowed to Fusu.

"Take care, eldest son——"

Fusu smiled gently and bowed to say goodbye.

"General, take care—"

Meng Tian glanced at the eldest son who nodded gently at him, and then looked at Wang Ben who was standing next to the eldest son. He hesitated to speak, but in the end he solemnly raised his hand.

"General Wang, we will meet again later -"

"General Meng, see you later——"

Without saying anything, Wang Ben also solemnly handed over his hands and said goodbye to Meng Tian.

Fu Su and Wang Bi stood outside the pavilion until Meng Tian's carriage disappeared at the end of the galloping road, then they turned back to the city. At this time, it is almost the New Year, and even as far away as Shangjun, the city already has a bit of a New Year atmosphere.

Wang Ben has just arrived, so Master Fu Su naturally has to do his best to serve as a landlord.

I also want to know about the current situation at home.

Although there is correspondence between the two places, the distance between the two places is nearly a thousand miles. Although there is a military inn, it is still a bit inconvenient. The last correspondence was when I first arrived in Shangjun. It has been more than 20 days ago.

Therefore, listening to Wang Bi's narration, Fusu's mouth couldn't help but open wider and wider, and he was completely confused.

Are you sure that the young master Ying you are talking about is my son, Fusu?

Even if he invented the emperor's plow, the emperor's cart, and the emperor's mill, he could even be able to defeat the bear and capture a big bear alive?

He also knew about the Western Regions and drew a map that was not true or false?

Fusu's head was buzzing.

If Wang Ben's words were not accurate, and he knew Wang Ben's character and temper well, and he was not a casual joker, he would not have believed his ears, and he would have almost doubted himself.

I gave birth to a genius son?

I don't even know!

Ouch, I'm so ashamed. I haven't cared about this good son all these years.

Fusu had mixed feelings in his heart, he was happy and ashamed at the same time. He felt that he paid too little attention to this child and that this old man was really unqualified.

When he heard that his son was so favored by his grandson that he not only became a champion general, but was also personally taken by the First Emperor to Tangmei County and recruited 3000 young children from the Bai San clan in Mengxi, Fusu's entire Everyone was silent.

No one understands better than him the importance of the Mengxi Baisan clan in the heart of the First Emperor.

Because of the impact of this news, he almost didn't react when he heard that his son had begun to learn the art of war from the old general Wang Jian.

After he came to his senses, the joy on his face could no longer be concealed, and even the sadness that had been stained by the pain in his eyes had dissipated a lot.

During this drinking session, Fusu rarely drank too much.

……

The Chinese New Year is coming the next day.

Although Zhao Ying didn't feel anything in his heart, he had no intention of disturbing others' New Year celebrations. When he left yesterday, he had already said hello to the old general Wang Jian and agreed to take a break for the next few days and not go to the Wang family's house again. Continue to learn the art of war.

He took his brother and sister out for a stroll in the morning.

I originally wanted to buy some small things as gifts for the two of them, but after shopping around, I found that even in the market outside, everything was lackluster.

There are fewer people selling things and even fewer people buying things.

In this era, the self-sufficiency characteristics of the small-scale peasant economy were almost brought to the extreme. Moreover, even during the Chinese New Year, there were no lanterns or firecrackers on the street. There were not even the New Year paintings that he would be familiar with in later generations. There were only a few shops selling peach charms occasionally, but he was not interested in them.

There are craftsmen in my own house, and the quality of workmanship and material selection is much better than what is found in these stalls.

Although he lacked interest, Zhao Qi and Zhao Xi, who rarely had the opportunity to go out, were very excited and looked around with high spirits.

After Zhao Ying casually bought a piece of maltose for the two of them, they became even happier.

Although they don't lack these on weekdays, they are the same as what they buy when they go shopping. However, Zhao Ying had something on his mind and was unwilling to wander around any longer. Within a short while, he was ready to go back.

"Brother, look over there, there are people selling calligraphy and paintings..."

Zhao Qi couldn't help but his eyes lit up and he pointed to the stall beside him.

Zhao Ying looked up in surprise and saw that there was actually a calligraphy and painting seller.

The Qin Dynasty naturally had calligraphy and painting, and there were many good works in the Fusu Mansion, and many people were famous people in the world. But calligraphy and painting, just like in later generations, are more expensive depending on the person. In this era, there were few people selling paintings on the street, and those selling on the street rarely had works by famous artists.

Even if it is a masterpiece by a famous artist, Zhao Ying is actually not very interested in it. In his previous life, he was a child of an ordinary family and could not appreciate such beautiful things. Even the hard drive of his computer in his previous life contained mostly exotic scenery.

However, he looked at Zhao Qi beside him, nodded with a smile, and walked over.

Chen Ping stood with his hands on his sleeves, enduring the hunger in his stomach while looking at the crowds of people coming and going in boredom, feeling a little depressed in his heart.

He was unwilling to be mediocre, and because he spent a lot of money studying everywhere but received little income, he made his elder sister-in-law dissatisfied, and even caused trouble to the point where his eldest brother, Chen Bo, divorced her.

Then he said goodbye to his elder brother, went on a study tour, and came to Xianyang, hoping to find a way out.

However, after arriving, he realized that he was too naive.

Although there are many noble families in Xianyang, it is not a place for him as a unknown foreigner. These days, he stayed in Xianyang and visited the powerful people everywhere, trying to find a chance to get ahead, but he encountered obstacles everywhere and gained nothing.

What's worse is that the other person is still there, but the money is gone.

As a last resort, I could only use up my last resources, buy a piece of plain white cloth, write calligraphy and painting on it, and sell it on the street, hoping to get enough money for a few days of living.

However, from yesterday until now, no one has cared about it.

Who among the real rich and powerful would pay attention to the unknown people selling paintings on the street? Who would be willing to buy such poor people who are hungry and have no food or clothing?

If you have some spare money, wouldn't it be nice to cut off two feet of cloth for the elderly and children at home?

At this time, Chen Ping deeply realized that although Xianyang is big, it is not easy to live there.

Just when he was depressed and at a loss to do anything, he saw a tall young man who was dressed in luxurious clothes, rich in spirit, and extraordinary in bearing. He led a young man and walked towards him with a girl carved in pink and jade in his arms.

He suddenly became energetic and energetic.

"My lord, I am interested in this calligraphy and painting——"

Zhao Ying originally just looked at it casually. He had no appreciation for this thing anyway, but after glancing at the signature on the calligraphy and painting in front of him, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, showing a look of surprise.

"Yangcheng Chen Ping?"

Chen Ping very keenly caught the flash of surprise in Zhao Ying's eyes. He thought that Zhao Ying had taken a fancy to his calligraphy and painting, and he was immediately overjoyed, but the look on his face became more and more calm and calm.

"It's the student who made the noble man laugh--"

Zhao Ying nodded.

He looked at Chen Ping's calligraphy and painting with great interest. It was a common picture of a maid in this era, with a line of small characters from the Book of Songs next to it.

"There are thousands of trees in the south, so don't stop thinking about them. There are wandering girls in the Han Dynasty, so don't think about them."

The font is handsome and straight, and it looks okay.

But he knew that whether the calligraphy and painting were good or not, if it were passed down to future generations, it would definitely be worth a sky-high price. It's a pity that this thing has no meaning to me now.

"If the noble man likes it, just reward him with some money and take it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clear gurgling sound in his stomach.

He looked immediately embarrassed.

Zhao Ying couldn't help but feel happy. This Chen Ping was quite interesting. He was already selling paintings on the street on an empty stomach, and he was still playing tricks on himself.

Just give me some money——

If a noble person really fell in love with his calligraphy and painting, giving him a casual reward would not take advantage of a poor scholar.

Zhao Ying looked at the prime minister who would become famous in later generations with a half-smile, and gently shook his head.

Chen Ping: ...

Just when Chen Ping was disappointed and unexpectedly still hungry, Zhao Ying spoke with a smile.

"I am Zhao Ying, the eldest grandson of the emperor. I happen to be short of a gentleman who can write and do calculations. I think the word "伱" still has some heat-"

Happiness comes too suddenly.

Chen Ping heard the unfinished meaning of Zhao Ying's words, and subconsciously mentioned it in his mind, looking nervously at the tall and handsome young man in front of him.

This turned out to be the eldest son Ying!

In the past few days, this name almost made calluses form on his ears.

The emperor's car, the emperor's plow, the emperor's mill, the power of the bear and the bear, the first emperor's favor...

A series of deeds have become the most talked about topic among the people in Xianyang City. It's just that this young master is only fifteen years old and has not yet opened a mansion, so he cannot attract customers, otherwise he would have come to visit him long ago.

But even if he begged to come to the door, he probably wouldn't have much hope.

After all, he was the eldest grandson of the First Emperor who was deeply loved by the First Emperor, so the threshold was naturally not low. Naturally, it would be difficult for an unknown outsider like him to gain traction.

Looking at Chen Ping, who was trying his best to remain calm but could not hide his surprise, Zhao Ying could not help but flash a smile in his eyes. I realized more deeply that compared to these so-called outstanding figures in later generations, I was the noble one who was superior and determined people's future and destiny.

"Are you willing to come and work with me..."

When Chen Ping heard this, a look of excitement flashed across his face, and he bowed deeply to Zhao Ying.

"I am willing to serve you sir——"

When I went shopping, I randomly picked up a talented person.

Zhao Ying thought it was pretty good.

After all, he is currently lacking a decent counselor in his army. This Chen Ping comes at just the right time to make up for this shortcoming of his own.

When he returned to his house, he called the housekeeper and told him to take Chen Ping to dinner first and then arrange a place for him. Although Chen Ping was a little embarrassed, he didn't blush or breath, and followed the steward out with peace of mind.

Zhao Ying ignored him and turned around to look at the foreign steward next to him.

"Has the rocking chair I asked for been delivered..."

"Go back to me, young master. It has been delivered and is being placed outside your study, waiting for you to take a look..."

Zhao Ying nodded.

It's not that complicated in the first place, and the craftsmen in the house worked overtime, so it wasn't difficult to make it. The chair is made of huanghuali wood, which has been polished by the craftsmen in the house to a smooth and smooth finish, giving it a natural luster.

Zhao Ying lay down on it and tried it himself and found that the effect was very good. Without saying a word, he waved his hand.

"reward--"

He turned around and ordered the house steward to make a few more chairs according to the style of this chair. Then he asked Xiong Hejing to pick up the chair and follow Shi Shiran to Ganquan Palace.

……

Ganquan Palace.

The First Emperor's face was as dark as water, and his eyes were cold as he looked at Wang Jian, who was standing with his hands folded. The atmosphere in the hall was extremely cold, and the maids serving on both sides were so trembling that they did not even dare to breathe.

But Wang Jian's expression remained as usual, and he rarely gave in.

"I know that Your Majesty regards the young master as a peerless treasure and has high expectations for him. However, I believe that because of this, it is even more necessary to hand him over to General Li Xin for instruction. Compared with me, Li Xin is the most suitable person to teach the young master. Candidates…”

Looking at this old general who had been submissive to him all his life and never said a word to him, the cold look on the Emperor's face softened slightly, but his tone was still stiff.

"Li Xin loved to accomplish extraordinary feats throughout his life. In every battle, he would take the lead and often put himself in danger. Did you know that my grandson, the emperor, would never make a single mistake?"

The First Emperor stared at the old general's dim eyes, with a trace of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

He believed that with the wisdom of the veteran general Wang Jian, he would not be able to understand his arrangements and expectations for the emperor's eldest grandson, and he would even make such a nonsensical suggestion.

"Although I asked him to learn the art of war from you and gave him the opportunity to train in person, I just don't want him to know the art of war. There are so many soldiers under my command, so there is no need for me to risk my own life - even if there are One day, I really need him to perform meritorious service in battle. I also hope that he can plan and win like an old general, instead of trying to show off his bravery..."

Wang Jian said respectfully.

"Your Majesty, I am also a grandfather. How can I not understand your Majesty's painstaking efforts? But as an elder, you have long-term plans for your descendants——"

Having said this, Wang Jian bowed deeply again and looked at the First Emperor calmly.

"Your Majesty will definitely promote the young master, so he will listen to the advice of his ministers. The young master is still young and has no merit. If he comes to a high position rashly, how can he convince the public? If you want the young master to stand out as soon as possible, it is not possible to expand the territory. , not enough to convince the public..."

Hearing this, the First Emperor looked thoughtful and his face brightened slightly.

"However, today is different from the past. Now that the six kingdoms have been destroyed and the four seas are unified, if you want to expand your territory, you must fall in the Hexi Corridor and Mobei area. Ranchen's fighting method is most suitable for the Central Plains region. If you fight with the Huns, I am not as good as Li Xin..."

Seeing that the First Emperor seemed to have listened to his words, Wang Jian's tone became more sincere.

"The young master is so powerful that he is unparalleled in bravery and has great ambitions. Just like an eagle, he should soar high in the sky and fight against the wind and rain. If your majesty keeps him in a secret room and confines him in a bird cage, Your Majesty, when will the young master really grow up and shoulder the important responsibilities he should bear..."

The coldness in the Emperor's eyes disappeared, but there was still a look of hesitation on his face.

It wasn't that he was indecisive and didn't understand the truth behind Wang Jian's words, but that caring led to confusion. Deep down in his heart, he had too high expectations for Zhao Ying, his grandson, and instead lost his usual wisdom and courage.

"Your Majesty, my grandson Wangli is the young master's deputy general. As long as he is alive, the young master will be safe and sound... What's more, the young master is smart and thoughtful. Even if he learns Li Xin's art of war, the young master may not be like Li Xin. It’s dangerous for Xin to march like that - even if he wanted to, given his status, he might not have that chance..."

I don’t know if it was this last sentence that moved the First Emperor.

The First Emperor finally nodded slowly.

"Then I'll follow what the old general said, but -"

Having said this, the First Emperor's tone became firm.

"However, that will only happen after the old general gives us guidance..."

Wang Jian looked serious and bowed.

"I will never dare to betray His Majesty's great trust..."

The monarch and his ministers reached an agreement on how to teach Zhao Ying. The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became much more relaxed, and the servants waiting on both sides could not help but secretly heave a sigh of relief.

After chatting with the First Emperor for a while, Wang Jian was ready to stand up and leave.

At this moment, Zhao Ying's clear and cheerful voice came from outside the hall.

"Father, look what good things I have brought you - ah, you are here, old general..."

When Zhao Ying walked into the main hall, he saw the old general Wang Jian who was pulling up a small chair and drinking tea with the First Emperor. He quickly stepped forward and bowed as a disciple.

The old general Wang Jian stood up with a smile and returned the greeting, then looked curiously at the rocking chair Zhao Ying put aside.

"Young Master, what is this-"

When Wang Jian asked, Zhao Ying suddenly smiled.

"This thing is called a rocking chair - a good thing I just asked the craftsmen in my house to build for my eldest father..."

With that said, he rushed forward and supported the First Emperor's arm.

"Father, do you want to give it a try..."

PS: The original plan was to continue with [-], but the transitional chapter was difficult, so I revised and revised it, and finally only wrote [-]. Will make up for it tomorrow.