my grandfather was qin shi huang

Not only was he afraid of the eldest brother's force, but his eldest brother also taught people in a set way.

What is "If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be sad", what is "A black-haired person does not know how to study early, and a white-headed person will regret studying late", or "There is a road to the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​​​learning, and the boat is a boat", or maybe "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the edge of the sword comes from sharpening."

In short, he could say one thing after another, even better than when my own grandson was here, but he said it in such a remote and concise way. One time, I accidentally mentioned it in the classroom, and unexpectedly it alarmed the teachers in the classroom, who were all surprised and praised again and again.

And, the most frightening thing is his knowledge.

He could memorize every book he gave himself, and he could even quote scriptures and talk about some unique opinions. Although he didn't understand it very well, he also vaguely knew that his eldest brother's knowledge, even if it was related to Compared with those knowledgeable people outside, they may not be much inferior.

Every time I stand in front of him, I feel like I am standing in front of Aweng and Mr. Shishi, feeling awe and fear.

"Studying diligently is like a grain of grass in early spring. You cannot see its growth, but only increase it. Dropping out of school is like a sharpening stone. You cannot see its loss, but you will suffer losses every day. You are now studying, so you should keep in mind the four words of diligence and persistence..."

As Zhao Ying spoke, he casually picked up the little girl who was crawling up to him with her chubby little legs, and turned around to play with the chubby little girl.

"Qier, you must study hard and become a promising person like your elder brother..."

Mi Ji was surprised by her eldest son's knowledge and couldn't help but encourage her younger son.

Zhao Qi silently recited in his mind the epigram that his eldest brother just said casually, while nodding respectfully. He had a hunch that once word spreads about what the eldest brother said today, it will be another good sentence that will be praised by the gentlemen in the school.

Well, there is also the poem from last time.

Now Zhao Qi was already a little intoxicated by the pleasure of being surrounded by classmates, friends and teachers for advice. Although they said what they said when they were taught a lesson by their elder brother, even so, they were still their elder brothers!

Zhao Ying didn't know this. He just used the mantra that the class teacher said every day when he was in school in his previous life to tease this brother who seemed to be honest and easy to bully.

It was getting late. Although Mi Ji was accompanied by the three brothers and sisters of Zhao Ying, Mi Ji was obviously a little distracted and looked outside the door frequently. Zhao Qi and Zhao Xi also held hands and ran outside the door with expectant faces. Looking in the direction of Xianyang Palace.

Just when several people were waiting eagerly, the crisp sound of horse hooves and the rumble of wheels finally sounded outside the courtyard gate.

Several people immediately stood up and walked out of the door.

Fusu's carriage has arrived outside the gate.

The door opened, and all the servants lined up in two rows, bowing to welcome the eldest son back home.

"Husband—"

"Aon—"

Mi Ji led Zhao Ying and others to meet her quickly. Fu Su got off the carriage and nodded slightly at Zhao Ying. Then he bent down and picked up the little daughter who had already rushed to her, and said warmly to his wife.

"Thank you for your hard work——"

When Mi Ji heard this, her eyes instantly turned red, but thinking that her children were all around her, she forcibly restrained her emotions. She turned to look at her eldest son standing by with a smile, and felt warm in her heart.

"Fortunately, go away. Ying'er is taking care of everything at home - even Qi'er's studies are being taken care of by Ying'er. When it comes to hard work, Ying'er is the hardest..."

Fusu turned to look at his son, who was already half a head taller than him, and nodded to him with a look of relief.

"Well done. I'm in Shangjun and have heard that you have done many great things..."

Zhao Ying scratched his head, with a simple and honest smile on his face.

Fusu felt that although his son was promising, his shy and introverted temper still had to be changed, but this was not the time to mention him.

"Let's go inside and talk..."

After returning to the backyard, before sitting down, Zhao Ying got up and left on the pretext that he wanted to cook dinner for his brother-in-law. Before leaving, he didn't forget to pick up his little sister and give it to his brother. A look.

"I, I'll help your elder brother--"

Although Zhao Qi didn't know why, it didn't matter, just listen to his elder brother!

Seeing this scene of respectful brotherhood, the couple couldn't help but feel comforted. The child was really becoming more and more sensible.

As soon as the three brothers and sisters left the hospital, Mi Ji's eyes turned red and she fell into Fusu's arms.

Although Zhao Ying took care of the family, she didn't have to worry about it at all, but when her husband left for Shangjun, how could she not worry about him and miss him day and night, but she didn't dare to show it in front of the children.

Fusu couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, knowing that it was not easy for Mi Ji to be alone at home, so he took advantage of the break when the child went out to hug his wife, talking softly and confiding to each other.

……

"Brother, why did you ask me to come out? I haven't seen Ah Weng for a long time, and I just wanted to talk to him..."

Hearing Zhao Qi's question, Zhao Ying couldn't help but feel happy and turned around with a smile.

"Didn't you say it yourself, you want to come out and help me..."

Zhao Qi: ...

His intuition told him that his elder brother was just perfunctory this time, but he still followed Zhao Ying to the backyard kitchen obediently.

Everyone in the kitchen is already used to Zhao Ying's arrival.

Zhao Ying briefly looked at the ingredients in the kitchen, and then went to the room where he grew mushrooms and fungus. What surprised him was that although the mushrooms and fungus in the other rooms had almost no reaction, even One of them still showed signs of decay, but the mushrooms in the room at the far end were growing quite well.

"Who's looking after this room..."

"Back to you, sir, it's me——"

The kitchen steward Zeng stood up happily. He had been holding back for several days, just waiting for the young master to ask.

Seeing that it was Zeng himself, Zhao Ying smiled and nodded.

"That's right. I'll write down the experience of raising these mushrooms in detail later, and then let them try it in several other rooms. If they can replicate it successfully, I will give you a lot of rewards -"

Zhao Ying said and glanced at him with a smile.

"I remember that you have a little son. Is he old enough to go to school? Let the steward send him to school tomorrow..."

Hearing this, Zeng was overjoyed and thanked Zhao Ying repeatedly.

Zhao Ying smiled and waved his hands.

"It's just a small matter, just work hard, the house will not treat you badly..."

Seeing that because Zeng had raised the mushrooms arranged by the young master, his own children had the opportunity to go to school, the eyes of the people in the kitchen were almost red with envy, and they wanted to do everything with [-]% accuracy. Spirit.

Zeng was even more happy and couldn't help but feel the wind at his feet as he walked.

When Zhao Ying said he would come over to cook, he was just looking for an excuse to give the couple more opportunities to get along.

If nothing unexpected happens, Fusu will leave Xianyang again soon or even tomorrow when he comes back this time. According to what the First Emperor said yesterday, I am afraid that this time it will be more serious than the last time he was driven to Shangjun.

Without the edict of the First Emperor, it would have been impossible to return to Xianyang privately.

If he fails to change the outcome of Da Qin in the end, and if things go badly, coming back this time will be the last time Fusu and his wife will get together.

In fact, in the original history, Fusu was expelled from Xianyang and went to Shangjun to serve as a military supervisor. He was never able to set foot in Xianyang again. Finally, he died in frustration under the confusing "correction edict". .

Therefore, Zhao Ying felt that it was really difficult for Mi Ji to be Fusu's wife.

Not only was her mother-in-law's family cleared out by her husband's family, but in the end, because of her husband's stubbornness and acceptance of death, his own family, which was implicated in his death, also died.

And the only thing I can do for them now is this little thing.

When Zhao Ying came here, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, lowered his head and touched Zhao Qi's head.

"After Aweng leaves, you will get up early every day and follow me to practice riding and shooting—"

When Zhao Qi heard this, his expression suddenly turned bitter, but he did not dare to disobey his elder brother's request, so he could only hold his nose and nod.

Zhao Ying ignored him and handed the little girl who was pestering him to Zhao Qi. He got up and went to the kitchen. However, he did not do it himself. Instead, he stood there and watched the cook at home making a few side dishes.

Everything he had done, he had done it over and over again, and when he saw that there was no major omission, he nodded slightly.

After all, they have been working in the kitchen for many years. Compared with their own level, their experience is just a little bit behind. Once they know the functions of spices and how to make dishes, they can quickly get started. Now, although it is temporarily It's not as good as making it yourself, but it's pretty much the same.

While he was watching the cooks working, Zeng suddenly walked over from outside with a servant holding a tray, looking happy.

"Master Qi, the tofu you asked me to make some time ago has been made..."

In fact, without him having to say anything, Zhao Ying asked about the familiar fragrance of tofu willingly.

His body has been strengthened in all aspects, not only strength, speed, vision, and hearing, but now, even his sense of smell is far beyond ordinary people.

He didn't know if he had been strengthened in other aspects, but even these were enough to surprise him.

"Bring it here, let me see-"

Zhao Ying couldn't help but look happy. He liked tofu in his previous life. What's more, in this era when the food itself was extremely scarce, this tofu became even more precious.

Therefore, not long after he built the stone mill, he began to let people try to make it. However, although he liked to eat tofu in his previous life, he had never seen anyone making tofu, let alone making tofu himself.

In his memory, all the impressions about tofu, except for the various ways of eating it, are two. One is like soaking the beans and grinding them with a millstone like soy milk. The other is a familiar proverb - brine point. Tofu, one thing reduces another thing.

Other than that, no more.

So, after he briefly talked about it, he handed over the matter to the servants in the house. Unexpectedly, after a month, they really restored the tofu!

Zhao Ying opened the white cloth covering the tofu, pinched a piece with his hands, put it in his mouth and tasted it. He found that the tofu had a slightly rough texture. If he looked carefully, he found that it still had a slightly bitter taste, but it was similar to the tofu he had eaten in his previous life. Compared to that, there is not much difference.

Even tofu of this quality was bought occasionally in my previous life.

Belongs to the normal range.

"very good--"

Zhao Ying was in a good mood, and with a wave of his hand, all the servants who participated in the study of tofu production were rewarded three thousand yuan each!

The purchasing power of Qin Banliang in the Qin Dynasty was still very good. Many craftsmen, after working hard for a year, could not earn more than 300 yuan in the end, and the cost of a pair of armor in the Qin Dynasty was only more than [-] yuan.

It's not that Zhao Ying is reluctant to pay more, but for these servants, three thousand dollars is really a lot.

Moreover, Zhao Ying often received rewards on weekdays. On average, since Zhao Ying took charge of the family, the treatment of the people in the family has almost doubled.

People's hearts are not as good as snakes swallowing elephants. Sometimes human nature is really terrible. If it is too much, it may not be a good thing.

After commenting on it himself and asking the servants who came to go back to continue to think about improvements, Zhao Ying began to cook himself and made his favorite braised tofu in his previous life.

Although there is no chili oil and sugar, it is not a big problem if these two condiments are missing.

Soon, the steaming hot braised tofu is ready.

Zhao Ying tasted it.

Well, it’s tender and refreshing, with a mouthful of fragrance——

He couldn't help but narrowed his eyes with happiness. Seeing that he was eating happily, the little girl standing beside him stretched out his hand to grab it without saying a word, but was protected by Zhao Ying with a smile.

Zhao Qi watched her wash her hands, then took a small plate and served her some. Then the girl turned from tears to joy, threw herself aside and started eating.

Zhao Ying smiled, and then stared at the cook next to him who was more skilled in cooking. He watched her cooking according to his own method. When he saw that she was almost done, he smiled and praised her a few times.

There were a lot of dishes cooked in the kitchen today. After Zhao Ying simply picked a few dishes, he sent someone to give one to Xiong Hejing and Zhang Lianggai Nie from Xiaoheiwu, and the rest was given directly to the chef. Cooks.

Even so, today's dinner was still very sumptuous.

Looking at braised tofu, stir-fried bean sprouts, eggs with leeks, steamed carp, stewed chicken with mushrooms, stewed lamb with radish, plus a pot of knife-cut noodles with the fragrance of leeks...

Fusu was dumbfounded.

I almost suspected that I was in the wrong place. What was this? Not only had the dining table turned into a strange round table, but every dish had no name. Some of them had never been seen before in all these years. Pass!

But just smelling it from a distance makes my index fingers twitch, and just looking at it makes my appetite whet my appetite.

What happened at home during the month I left!

Although he has no appetite and is quite self-disciplined in eating, he still couldn't stop eating this meal and was full without even realizing it.

Seeing her husband eating happily, Mi Ji couldn't help but smile from the corners of her eyes.

Pointing at these dishes and introducing them one by one, Fusu didn't know what to say when he knew that these dishes were all made by his eldest son.

Let's say they are not doing their jobs properly.

Huangsun Mo, Huangsun Che, and Huangsun Li were also praised by their own grandsons. They became champion generals, had three thousand soldiers and horses, and became apprentices to the old general Wang Jian to learn the art of war. They even broke the Shangjun's prophecy. Yan's case.

Even the old general Meng Wu was full of praise when he mentioned it.

But you can say that he is doing his job properly——

Hey, he prepares these foods every day, and it is even said that even the Emperor Sun Mo prepared them because he was delicious!

Such a son really has nothing to teach him. In the end, he can only put on Aweng's airs and vaguely warn him not to indulge in food and drink. Zhao Ying didn't care about this, nodded with a smile, and quickly got up and left.

This time, Zhao Qi was very discerning. When he saw his eldest brother getting up and leaving, he wanted to get up and leave on the pretext of going back to his room to study. Unexpectedly, his own brother got up and followed him.

"It's rare for me to come back, and I don't know how your studies are going now. Come, take me to your study, and see if you've missed any homework during this period..."

My eldest son is a bit too good now, and I, as a father-in-law, seem to be a bit difficult to teach, so I should educate my younger son.

It can be considered that I, as the father-in-law, do my part in educating my children.

But when he strolled into Zhao Qi's study with his hands behind his back, he was immediately shocked.

First of all, there is a pile of bamboo slips like a mountain on the desk, and secondly, there are all kinds of wise sayings hanging on the wall that seem easy to understand, but are deafening when you taste them.

He no longer cared about maintaining his image as an old man, and walked forward with eager eyes, carefully looking at the past one by one. The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became, and the more he looked at it, the more admiration he felt.

"Could it be that while I was gone, your eldest father hired that learned scholar for you——"

Fusu was currently immersed in the wise sayings hanging on the wall, and did not notice the strange and amused smile on the face of his youngest son beside him.

He didn't even want to look back, and while carefully reading the sentences on the wall, he asked firmly in his heart.

It is unmistakable. Such enlightening and alarming words of wisdom are definitely the work of a well-known and knowledgeable man all over the world. Only my old man can have such ability and handwriting to hire such a teacher for Qi'er!

At a certain moment, I was even a little moved. Although I was convicted of a crime by Aweng and was driven to the county to serve as a military supervisor, Aweng's favor for his children has never been cut off.

PS: I updated two chapters today, which is [-] words. I am already working hard, but I still failed to fulfill my promise of adding more chapters. I feel ashamed. During the Chinese New Year, plans don’t change quickly, so I’ll make up for it later.