my grandfather was qin shi huang

Regarding papermaking, he himself had only scratched the surface of it from the Internet in his previous life, and he roughly understood some basic principles. As for the rest, he knew very little.

There was almost no guidance, and Mo could only be asked to dig a dozen holes in another farm adjacent to the New Army camp, and collect the bark, hemp heads, rags, old fishing nets, and even bamboo that he had heard about in his previous life. Different materials are soaked in different pits according to different proportions, allowing people to record them in detail and observe them carefully.

This is a very boring job that also tests loyalty.

If there was any slack or negligence, he might not get reliable data, so he specially transferred the careful and alert Mo Te.

He explained to Mo carefully, mainly telling him some data that needed to be observed and recorded, and then gave him instructions.

"The people you use this time must be loyal and reliable. They are not allowed to go out without my permission, and they are not allowed to leak any information to the outside world..."

Mo nodded vigorously.

"Don't worry, young master, they are all staffed by our own people..."

……

Xianyang in October finally received its first snow.

Although he was not in a hurry, he was so cheerful that soon the buildings, palaces and ordinary streets in Xianyang were covered with a thin layer of snow, making the night all around seem much brighter.

Although the curfew had not yet arrived, the cold was so intense that there were almost no pedestrians on the street, and many people had already closed their doors and went to bed.

There are only some noble houses, and the courtyards at the entrance are still dotted with a little light.

Under the orange light, Zhao Gao was holding a volume of Legalist classics as usual, but today he was obviously a little out of shape. From time to time he would frown, raise his head, and look at the increasingly obvious accumulation of waste in the courtyard. Snow.

"To report to the head of the family, there is someone outside the door who claims to be a guest of the Eighteenth Young Master's house, coming to visit in the snow——"

When Zhao Gao heard this, he was instantly excited. He subconsciously touched the sword at his waist, but after hesitating for a moment, he put it down again and nodded slightly.

"Let him in—"

The north wind is blowing and snowflakes are flying.

Zhang Liang's hair crown and robe were covered with some crystal fine snowflakes, but he was slender and walked calmly. These few snowflakes gave him a somewhat transcendent demeanor.

"Liang has seen the CRRC government order——"

Zhang Liang's face was as jade-like as if he didn't notice Zhao Gao's rudeness, and he gave Zhao Gao a deep salute. Then, without waiting for Zhao Gao to greet him, he stood up with a smile.

"A visitor came in the snow, but the CRRC official was stingy with a cup of hot tea..."

"Serve tea——"

Zhao Gao glanced at this young man with extraordinary bearing and gave an order with a cold face. Zhang Liang did not feel dissatisfied and just waited happily.

Soon, a steaming cup of hot tea with oily ginger foam was brought up by the servant. Zhang Liang thanked him, reached out to take it, took a sip with a satisfied look on his face, and then relaxed softly. Take a breath.

Zhao Gao waved his hand gently to the servant beside him. The servant understood, bowed and left. When he went out, he turned around and gently closed the door. The atmosphere in the study felt strangely dull for a while.

"This is what you call foolproof..."

Zhao Gao glanced at the young man named Zhang Liang with cold eyes, and his tone was somewhat accountable.

"Young Master Ying saw through your tricks without any effort——"

Zhang Liang was startled, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"That young master actually has such knowledge?"

After asking this question, Zhang Liang smiled and shook his head.

"It is indeed a bit unexpected, but so what, our plan was still quite successful?"

Zhao Gao was startled.

Zhang Liang slowly picked up the hot tea in front of him and held it in his hand.

"I expect that the eldest son has already set off at starry night and is on his way to Xianyang——"

Speaking of this, a look of determination flashed in Zhang Liang's eyes.

"What is the purpose of his return to Xianyang? It is already visible on the palm of his hand and is about to be revealed. How could His Majesty not know about it? Therefore, the success or failure of the prophecy is no longer important to us. The eldest son who came with a heavy public opinion and a political opinion of His Majesty The dispute is inevitable——"

Having said this, Zhang Liang put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at Zhao Gao with a gentle smile, who had slowly released the hilt of his sword.

"CRRC Order, do you think we failed this time..."

Zhao Gao's eyes flashed and he looked at this confident young man noncommittally.

"Why did you come here this time..."

"Naturally, I want to ask the Zhongche Mansion to help the young master. Otherwise, I am worried that the eldest young master may not be able to see His Majesty in person during this trip..."

Zhao Gao couldn't help but take a deep look at Zhang Liang, who had a smile on his face when he talked about such conspiracies, and finally there was a serious look in his eyes.

"You are worrying too much. The eldest son is the eldest son after all. Even if he offends His Majesty and wants to see His Majesty, no one dares to block his way..."

Zhang Liang smiled and stood up leisurely without comment.

"In this case, Liang resigned..."

Looking at Zhang Liang's leaving figure, Zhao Gao looked deeply and remained silent.

……

Ganquan Palace.

Although snowflakes were fluttering outside and the ground was already covered with crystal white snow, inside the palace, it was as warm as spring. Because Zhao Ying saw through the truth of the prophecy and let go of his worries, the First Emperor felt a little lighter.

The Shaofu Ling Shi Lu and Zhi Su Neishi have just been summoned overnight, asking them to prepare disaster relief after the snow in advance and try to minimize casualties caused by the cold.

At this time, he was wearing a loose robe, lying on the rocking chair, looking at a bamboo slip in his hand with a leisurely expression, and receiving Hei, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Your Majesty, I have sent people to compare and verify repeatedly. Judging from the handwriting, the words on the bluestone tablet and the words on the letter are very similar——"

Hei's words caused the First Emperor in the rocking chair to hesitate. For the first time, he withdrew his eyes from the bamboo slips and looked at Hei, who was standing respectfully not far away with his hands hanging down.

"Do you suspect that the letter was written by Ying'er?"

The First Emperor frowned slightly, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

"Without His Majesty's order, our people did not dare to look at the other handwriting in the young master's study. But if there is no accident, the letter should be written by the young master - or the young master himself wrote it..."

The First Emperor couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, pressed the armrest, and stood up from the rocking chair.

"This brat actually dares to deceive even my father--"

When he thought of Zhao Ying, this bitch, pretending to be nothing in front of him, the First Emperor couldn't help but cursed in anger.

However, even though he was cursing, there was already a smile that could not be concealed between his eyebrows.

"Congratulations to your majesty, congratulations to your majesty, you have another unicorn under your knees - I just don't know what the expression on the face of Mr. Chunyu Yue, who wholeheartedly takes the letter writer as his teacher, will be like when he knows that the letter is written by the emperor's eldest grandson. Wonderful……"

When Emperor Shihuang heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

"Tomorrow morning, you might as well go with me to see that brat..."

……

The Eighteenth Prince's Mansion.

Looking at the snowflakes falling in the night, Hu Hai couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

It's finally snowing!

It’s finally time to show off your skills!

He almost couldn't wait to rush to the palace and tell his uncle, Hu Hai, I have a way to solve the problem of burning fires to keep warm in Xianyang, Guizhou!

He could almost foresee the satisfied and approving smile on his own Aweng's face.

However, no hurry.

You have to be steady, only in this way can you be consistent with your eighteenth son's demeanor.

That night, Hu Hai was so excited that he didn't fall asleep half the night. From time to time, he would ask the servants around him to go outside to see how heavy the snow was.

Until the middle of the night, I fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, heavy snow was flying, crushing countless houses. In Xianyang City, countless people were shivering from the cold, and their own father-in-law was frowning.

Then, with a wave of his hand, countless coal briquettes flowed into Xianyang, shocking the government and the public.

Even when he was asleep, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

……

Mr. Fusu's Mansion.

Looking at the snowflakes falling more and more outside the window, Zhao Ying couldn't help but frown.

This year's winter has come too early. According to the memory of previous years, cold weather like this is usually postponed for more than a month, and we will not encounter such weather until almost mid-to-late November.

"Ugh--"

He couldn't help sighing.

The longer he travels through time, the more he understands the hardships of the people in this era. With this heavy snowfall, people's lives may become even more difficult.

After all, in this era, there are no cotton-padded jackets, woolen sweaters, or down jackets.

Those wealthy nobles can burn good charcoal at home, hold warm hand stoves, and wear extremely warm silk and fur cloaks to resist the severe cold when it gets cold, but ordinary people don't have it so easy.

Coarse linen clothes are as cold as iron.

Those with more money can still burn some firewood for warmth, while those with poorer families can only stuff a few handfuls of dry grass and catkins into their arms and endure the hardship through gritted teeth.

If this heavy snow continues, I don’t know how many people will be unable to survive.

It's a pity that I am currently powerless. Even if I know some ways to keep out the cold in future generations, I can't do anything.

The Hexi Corridor cannot be opened, the Western Regions cannot be pacified, and the Xiongnu cannot be dealt with. Cotton-padded jackets and woolen sweaters cannot be mentioned. Even if the people of Daqin are not picky and do not dislike the smell of unprocessed feathers, they will not be able to wear down jackets for a while. any solution.

Even if people don’t have enough to eat, where will the surplus grain come from to feed some chickens, ducks and geese?

In this era, talking about large-scale breeding is simply a joke. Basically, it relies on ordinary farmers to raise some, and it has no effect at all.

Let alone making down jackets, we can’t even provide eggs.

“Brother, big brother, it’s snowing, it’s snowing——”

Just when he was a little lost, Zhao Qi's excited shouts suddenly sounded in the yard. When he came back to his senses and looked up, Zhao Qi, wearing a furry mink cloak, had already burst into his door with great enthusiasm.

After coming in, he stamped his feet and pointed excitedly at the heavy snow outside.

"Brother, the heavy snow fell much earlier this year than last year. It should be freezing outside tomorrow - Brother, will you take us out hunting this year..."

It's snowing, and it's easier to catch prey outside. Some hares, pheasants and the like will inevitably leave some traces on the ground. As long as you follow these traces, you can always gain something.

At this time in previous years, Zhao Ying would happily take his men and his younger brother with him, just like the children of ordinary noble families, to go to the fields or to the Shanglin Garden to have some fun, but those were all predecessors, and now he is really Some are not interesting.

It's not just pity, but it's you. Knowing that you are one step closer to Ga, you probably don't have much interest in playing tricks.

"I'm going to study and practice martial arts tomorrow, so you can go on your own -"

When Zhao Qi heard this, he lowered his head in disappointment.

Since Aweng left, this eldest brother seems to have changed. Not only has he become somewhat similar to Aweng, he constantly forces himself to study. He can't even see anyone in person on weekdays. Now, he doesn't even want to play with him. Played together.

Zhao Ying shook his head and reached out to help Zhao Qi dust the snowflakes from his head.

"Do you like snow?"

Hearing Zhao Ying suddenly ask this, Zhao Qi looked at his eldest brother with some confusion and nodded.

"I like it. It's snowing. It's so beautiful outside. Moreover, the auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. With this heavy snow, the people in Guizhou will have another good harvest next year..."

Listening to Zhao Qi's answer, Zhao Ying raised his eyebrows in surprise.

This younger brother didn't read so many books in vain. He actually knew how to care about ordinary people. He patted his shoulder with some approval.

"Yes, I am very happy that you can have these insights, but you know, there are many people in the world who don't like this heavy snow..."

Seeing Zhao Qi looking at him with confusion, Zhao Ying sighed inexplicably.

"We are in the eldest son's house, and we have the best food and clothing. Naturally, we don't feel much about the heavy snow. But in the eyes of some Guizhou leaders, this may be an inevitable disaster. I don’t know how many people will not be able to survive this winter..."

Zhao Qi nodded in understanding, feeling that Zhao Ying at this time seemed to be more and more similar to his Aweng.

Seeing that Zhao Qi was still confused, Zhao Ying couldn't help but shake his head. Why was he telling an eleven or twelve-year-old child these things? When he was this age in his previous life, he was not the same. He only knew how to roll around in the snow. How could he understand? These human sufferings.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ying smiled.

"Come on, big brother will teach you a new poem today -"

As Zhao Ying spoke, he touched the brush on the side, pulled out a blank bamboo slip on the side, dipped it in ink, and carefully wrote a short poem that was widely circulated in his previous life.

"Although good times are auspicious, so will things happen in good years. If there are poor people in Chang'an, it is not advisable to have too many auspicious things."

……

Day two.

Zhao Ying, as always, got up early and went to the small martial arts field in the back garden to exercise, practice riding, archery, and battlefield fighting skills.

Having learned his lesson, now whether he is practicing Changge or archery, he usually rides on a horse.

After all, on the battlefield, riding a war horse and being condescending has a very obvious advantage. However, what makes him a little embarrassed is that the current war horses are a bit useless to him.

Even the Dawan horse rewarded by the First Emperor could no longer keep up with his pace.

He is now approaching the 3000-minute mark in the 5-meter rapid obstacle course, and his instantaneous start speed is beyond the reach of a galloping horse. What made him even more helpless was that the strength of these war horses seemed to be a bit unable to keep up.

He didn't know how strong he was now, but he already felt a little out of control when he danced with the [-]-pound stone locks specially made by others.

too light!

But even with such stone locks, when he held two and waved them, the horse under his crotch was obviously struggling. After all, his height had exceeded 1.9 meters this month!

The weight is also close to [-] kilograms.

This is not just six hundred kilograms, because with the blessing of his strength, the impact that can be achieved in an instant is extremely terrifying. Even a rare BMW horse like the Dawan horse can't keep up with his pace. .

"It seems that only the legendary Red Rabbit Horse or Li Yuanba's Wanli Yanyun Dragon Horse can barely match my unparalleled heroic appearance..."

Zhao Ying could only laugh at himself and had no other solution.

When he finished exercising, washed up, and returned to his study, he was surprised to find that there were two more people in his study.

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