my grandfather was qin shi huang

Shang County.

The small courtyard where Mr. Fusu lives.

Wang Ben and Sheriff Yan looked solemnly at Fusu, who had already packed his bags.

"Young Master has been ordered by His Majesty to supervise the army here. If you return to Xianyang without His Majesty's order, His Majesty will definitely be unhappy. What's more, you went to Xianyang for such a thing. I'm worried that not only will it not help, but It will also offend His Majesty and bring harm to yourself..."

Wang Ben looked at Fusu, worried.

"We, the Qin Dynasty, govern the country by law. The court has its own laws regarding the prophecies. Young Master, why bother to go through this again and make His Majesty unhappy..."

Magistrate Yan was also standing by, trying to dissuade him.

Fusu stopped what he was doing and looked up at the two of them.

"There are thousands of people around Qingshi Pi. Maybe there are really traitors hiding among them, but how innocent are the other people? As the eldest son of the emperor alone, how can I sit back and watch the innocent people of my country in Qin being slaughtered——"

General Wang Ben and Governor Yan heard this and could not help but remain silent.

"Gu Ye knows that there are things that can be done and things that cannot be done, but some things, even if you know that you can't do them, still need some people to do them, and some people need to fight for them. Today, if I care about my personal gains and losses, my future and His Majesty's majesty, and ignore These innocent people live and die, and in the future, who knows that I won’t ignore the well-being of more people because of other concerns..."

Having said this, Fusu calmly picked up his package.

"I'm going here to seek peace of mind and to try to give these people a glimmer of hope..."

General Wang Ben and Sheriff Yan looked moved, bowed deeply to Fusu, and then silently stepped away from the road.

Mr. Fusu carried his parcel like this, walked out of the courtyard with his back straight, and boarded the carriage that had been parked aside. The wheels started. Fusu lifted the curtains of the carriage and bowed his hands to Wang Ben and the county magistrate Yan in farewell.

Wang Ben and Sheriff Yan bowed deeply to Fusu's carriage.

"Take care, sir—"

"Take care of yourself--"

It wasn't until Fusu's carriage completely disappeared from sight that the two of them looked away with complicated expressions.

The north wind is blowing.

October in Shangjun was already very cold, and before we knew it, scattered snowflakes began to fall from the sky. The snowflakes fell faster and faster, and soon the sky and the earth were completely vast.

The county governor wiped a handful of snowflakes from his beard and headed west of the city.

"I don't believe that there are no clues. Is it possible that these prophecies really fell from the sky?"

"Chief Yan, everything is fine. I'll go with you for a walk..."

Wang Ben strode behind.

The snowflakes danced wildly, and soon the two figures disappeared into the vast snow.

winter is here!

……

Mengfu.

The old general Meng Wu had his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed, and he was wandering around in the study with an uneasy expression. He walked out of the door from time to time and looked at the door.

But after waiting for a long time, Meng Yi did not come back.

At the end, he stamped his feet, pulled up a fast horse, and went straight to Wang Jian's mansion.

"Wang, how long have you been here, and you still have time to drink tea here?"

Without saying a word, Meng Wu rushed directly into the courtyard where Wang Jian was resting. Looking at Wang Jian who was sitting leisurely in the courtyard drinking tea, he couldn't help but curse with a dark face.

Wang Jian glanced at him angrily.

"It's really rare that I actually came to my house as a guest. Unfortunately, he seems to be a bad guest..."

Wang Jian slowly poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip. Then he squinted his eyes and looked at Meng Wu, who was full of anxiety and was on the verge of breaking out. He waved his hand lightly.

"You've already lived like a dog for a long time? What's the rush? The sky won't fall -"

Only then did Meng Wu slowly come to his senses. He pulled up a stool and sat down opposite Wang Jian. He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup. He drank it all in one gulp and then stared at him with an unkind expression. With Wang Jian.

"Old fox, what do you say..."

Wang Jian ignored the rudeness in his language, but looked at him like an idiot.

"What if the eldest son returns to Xianyang? What if he offends His Majesty?"

Seeing that the old guy was still confused, Wang Jian glanced at him and said calmly.

"The eldest son is still the eldest son after all. Your Majesty may punish him, but there is no fear of his life. The young master is still the young master after all. Is it possible that to this day, you still think that the young master can reach this day because of his elders? Young Master’s support?”

Meng Wu was startled for a moment, then looked at Wang Jian in horror.

"伱, you, you mean-"

Wang Jian ignored him, just slowly picked up the teapot and filled himself with a cup of hot tea.

"The sky cannot fall. If the eldest son encounters some setbacks, it may not be a bad thing..."

Meng Wu couldn't help but lose consciousness.

Although the expression on his face was complicated, it was no longer as anxious as before.

"As expected, in a few days, the young master will officially open his mansion, and the necessity has been relaxed, allowing the young master to learn the art of war and martial arts from Li Xin..."

Wang Jian glanced at his old rival who had been quarreling with him all his life, and his tone was inexplicable.

"My incompetent grandson has now entered the young master's recruit camp..."

Hearing this, Meng Wu came back to his senses instantly.

Not even bothering to look at the old fox, he turned around and left.

Although I don’t have a granddaughter in my family, do I still have a grandson?

I just have many grandchildren!

……

"There are many ways to leave words on stones without using an axe, and I happen to know one of them——"

Zhao Ying said while observing the situation in the sealed clay pot.

"After these green vitriols are calcined and dissolved in water, they will become a brand new thing. As far as I know, those Fang family magicians call it green vitriol oil. Although this thing is not beneficial to ordinary people, But in the eyes of interested people, it becomes a way for them to pretend to be mysterious..."

Speaking, Zhao Yan padded with silk cloth, picked up a jar of green alum oil that had just been burned, and poured it carefully on a bluestone slab with only shallow traces in the eyes of the public.

Suddenly, with the sound of chi chi, a white mist rose up from the bluestone slab. When the white mist dissipated, several ancient and vicissitudes of life characters appeared.

"Ordered by heaven, you will live forever."

Everyone was suddenly shocked, and everything in front of them was like a miracle.

There was only Hei on the side. After seeing the fonts on the bluestone, his eyes suddenly flashed. He couldn't help but suddenly raised his head and looked at the young master Zhao Ying who was showing the bluestone to everyone.

There was an incredible look in his eyes.

But at this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the stone slab in Zhao Ying's hand, and they were still shocked by the scene they just saw.

A little bit of green vitriol, which is usually visible, can be used to bake such a terrifying thing, easily chipping away at the hard bluestone, leaving large characters that are several inches deep on it.

He didn't notice at all that the shocked expression on Black's face seemed a little different from them.

"This thing actually has such power..."

Right Minister Feng Quji came up with some curiosity, stretched his head, as if he wanted to see what was going on, but was pulled behind by Zhao Ying, with a wry smile on his face.

"Right Prime Minister, be careful. This is a joke. If you accidentally splash it on yourself, your skin will be peeled off and your bones will be peeled off..."

Feng Quji paled, smiled at Zhao Ying, and took a step back in fear.

Looking at the clearly visible large characters on the bluestone in front of him, and smelling the pungent smell of green vitriol in the air, the First Emperor felt inexplicably relieved.

Over the years, he believed in immortality and took elixirs. Not only did he allow Hou Sheng and Lu Sheng to refine elixirs for him, he also sent a large number of people, including Xu Fu, to go overseas to find the elixir of immortality and to control ghosts and gods. That said, it is natural to be in awe.

From the beginning to the end of the mysterious meteorite in which "the First Emperor died and was torn apart", no trace of human behavior was found. Although he later ordered the massacre of all the villagers around the meteorite, he only used these lives to express his strong will to the world. These are just man-made disasters.

It’s not a warning from God, but a villain!

But in his own heart, there was inevitably a trace of unknown haze.

Later, Fusu and he had huge differences in political ideas, and the lack of follow-up amplified his worries infinitely. Therefore, after feeling that his body was getting weaker, the nearly fifty-year-old The old man, almost carrying this new huge empire, walked faster and faster.

Drive out the Xiongnu, define Lingnan, unify the written language, prohibit obscene worship, build Chidao, build water conservancy, relocate the people, encourage intermarriage, and promote counties and counties.

While he is still alive, he wants to knead this huge empire together and build it into a country like an iron barrel. He wants to start the Great Qin Empire on his own, and the generations to come will be counted. The second, third, and tens of thousands of generations will be passed down. endless.

But today, when he saw Zhao Ying displaying all this in front of his eyes, most of the haze that shrouded his heart suddenly dissipated.

It’s not a warning from God, it’s really a man-made disaster!

The idea came to light.

The First Emperor glanced at everyone majestically.

"It has been sent to all counties and counties to gather the people and use this method to inscribe these eight characters in the most conspicuous places in each place. From then on, the prophecies in various places will be self-defeating -"

The First Emperor's expression finally softened.

Everyone in the hall couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Man-made disasters are always better than warnings from God. Even if the perpetrators behind the scenes cannot be caught temporarily, there can still be an explanation.

"Pass on my decree, seal the pass, and order the governor of the upper county to go to Yan to hunt down all the Fang family magicians and Mohist disciples in the territory. They will interrogate them severely. If they dare to refuse to plead guilty, they will be trapped and killed——"

As soon as the First Emperor said this, everyone in the hall couldn't help but subconsciously glance at Zhao Ying who was carefully collecting green vitriol oil there.

Zhao Ying: ...

Ah, this-

Father, you have such a bad temper.

Don't just fire the map cannon——

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Ying put down the green vitriol oil in his hand and raised his hand to the First Emperor.

"Father, how about leaving these people to me -"

Seeing the boy's winking manner, the First Emperor knew that his eldest grandson might have some bad idea. The First Emperor nodded in agreement without even thinking about it.

"Since you are interested, I leave it to you——"

The First Emperor waved his hand indifferently.

It doesn't matter how you handle it, just treat it as a small exercise.

The crowd dispersed.

Meng Yi deliberately took a step late and waited for Zhao Ying at the palace gate for a while.

"Young Master, what are you going to do with those Fang family warlocks and Moh family disciples..."

Zhao Ying glanced at him cheerfully.

"How else can I deal with it? Just be a cow and a horse - I just need to get something, I need some manpower..."

Meng Yi: ...

He didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad for those people.

After a long day of work, Meng Yi returned home exhausted physically and mentally. As soon as he entered the door, he was caught by his father.

"How was the matter handled? Is there any news from the eldest son--"

Although it seemed that he got some great news from the old guy Wang Jian, Meng Wu still didn't want the eldest son to be implicated in this.

Meng Yi shook his head.

"I don't know what's going on with the eldest son, but the prophecy issue has basically been resolved..."

"What did you say, solved?"

Meng Wu almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, and looked at his calm-tempered son with a puzzled expression.

"Young Master Ying has found a way to leave writing on the bluestone without using an axe. Your Majesty has determined that this prophecy is not a warning from heaven, but a villain, and he has strictly ordered a hunt..."

Meng Yi endured the fatigue and rubbed his stiff face.

Meng Wu waved his hand angrily upon seeing this.

"Go and rest - remember to call those two bastards from your family and the three from your eldest brother's family tomorrow. I have arranged a good thing for them..."

Meng Yi wanted to ask what the good thing was, but seeing the mysterious look on his old father's face, he left wisely.

Who let me be my father?

……

Because of what happened today, Zhao Ying specially asked someone to call Mo back.

"How's the matter I told you going?"

Zhao Ying glanced at Mo and asked casually.

"Back to the young master, I followed your instructions. These days, I found some floating remnants in some places where silkworm cocoons are often washed, and they can form a thin cloth-like thing, but it is not as tough as cloth. , it seems of no use..."

Zhao Ying felt happy and nodded happily.

"Yes, bring me those things later. Also, how is the condition of the things I asked you to soak -"

Mo received the praise from his young master and immediately became energetic.

"Master Qi, I made a special inspection this afternoon. Except for pit No. [-] and pit No. [-], there is no movement because the bamboo is soaked. There are already signs of decay in several other pits..."

"Continue to observe those rotten pits. Start stirring from tomorrow and try to see if you can fish out something like that kind of cloth..."

Zhao Ying looked at his little follower with satisfaction.

It’s not in vain that I transferred you back from Hu Hai’s side.

For this matter, Zhao Ying specially called a few loyal old stewards from his house to go to the coal factory in Hu Hai to help produce briquettes, and to replace his caring little follower, just for this reason.

Papermaking.

There was no way, there were too few people under him now, even fewer who could be trusted, and papermaking had too great an impact. Before the results could be produced, he could only rest assured by leaving him to Mo Mo.

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