Emperor Qin

South Korea used to be one of the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period. However, in the four wars, the country was weak and powerless. By the tenth year of the Qin Dynasty, there was only one county left, with a length of 120 kilometers from north to south and [-] kilometers from east to west. It is about the size of the area between Beijing and Tianjin, and you can go abroad in half an hour by high-speed rail.

But this does not detract from its wealth.

"This ear is very big." Fusu squatted by the field and reached out to touch the heavy ears of millet, which were bigger than those in Xianyang.

"Because this is the place where Sanchuan passed by, the land is fertile and has the best iron ore, so the country is rich." Yan Jiang took a notebook, looked at the fertile fields in front of him, and quickly drew a sketch. The people, the steps of the surrounding thatched houses, and the ditches of weeds are drawn together in the picture.

He used to use DV and mobile phone, but he couldn't find a designated after-sales service in BC, so after an accident broke it, he could only rely on his hands.

These are all precious historical materials that he wants to leave to future generations!

"But why don't they wear pants?" Fusu asked again, pointing to a farmer in confusion.

Yan Jiang glanced at it, it was cool autumn, the farmer was still bare-chested, wearing a pair of short-nosed trousers, and was working hard to harvest corn with iron tools.The calf-nosed pants are almost pocket pants. If he wasn't so skinny, he would look a bit like a sumo wrestler.

"Because they are afraid of staining their clothes, Asu, do you know where the fine linen on your body came from?" Yan Jiang happened to be interested, so he took a little salt as a reward and asked his farmer to take him and Fusu to see the retting .

Of course Fusu was interested, so he obediently followed, and was taken to a pool at the foot of a mountain that exuded a pungent smell.

Several men dressed similarly were picking out plants in a green pool, putting them under their feet and smashing them with wooden sticks. Next to them were young girls and children and their families, tearing the hemp grass into thin threads bit by bit. The woman Skillfully twist the fine linen into threads, put them under your feet and roll them up.

"This is coarse linen, and this is the kind of cloth that is woven. If you spend more time twisting the thread so finely, you can weave it into fine linen for your body." Yan Jiang explained to him, and by the way, he used his speed to weave The loom in the distant room was drawn on the notebook in two or three strokes.

Fusu looked at it curiously for a while, and asked him if he could learn it.

Yan Jiang agreed, and gave him the homework of twisting a roll of thread with these children.

……

When Fusu was brought back by Yan Jiang, his eyes were red, his hands were swollen, and he looked a little aggrieved. How could this job be so difficult? How long will it take for the clothes on his body to tear...

But although he was wronged, he didn't complain, but asked why Xianyang didn't have such land that could grow such good corn?

"That's why your father is building the Zhengguo Canal. When it's finished, the corn can grow so good in Xianyang." Yan Jiang touched his head with a smile, "Don't worry, your hands will be callused later, and you'll be frustrated." It doesn't hurt anymore."

Fusu quietly put his hands behind his back, opened his eyes wide, and said in admiration: "Sir, I know that weaving is not easy, but literacy is the most important thing, right?"

Yan Jiang smiled slightly, and took a charcoal pen to teach him the new Qin Wen Dazhuan, and then mentioned the trivial incident that happened today: "The sister who taught you how to twist the thread stole your candy, but her family members protected her and said You didn't bring sugar, and you told me not to pursue it, so now you think it's your fault, or theirs?"

"It's them," Fusu thought seriously, "It's just that Mencius said that everyone has a heart of compassion. They have never eaten candy, but I can often eat it. Is it okay to give it to them?"

Yan Jiang smiled slightly: "Really? Let's go and have a look tomorrow."

……

What happened the next day almost destroyed Fusu's three views. When Yan Jiang took him there, the man of that family was surrounded by a group of people and put him in shackles, saying that he had stolen Zhang Shijun's property. , will be taken down for torture.

"Candy is an extremely precious medicine in South Korea now. Although your piece is small, it is worth more than gold. This guy is reselling it. Naturally, someone wants to know where it came from, so they will take him to ask." Yan Jiang told the child. explain.

In today's ancient times, malnutrition abounds. Sugar can boost the spirit and replenish energy. It was also a good medicine in ancient times, and it is a rare and precious thing. I don't know how good it is.

"Are you going to save them?" Yan Jiang turned around and asked.

Fusu stood where he was, frowned and thought for a long time, before he said seriously: "Asu knew his mistake, it's because I have lost my compassion. He didn't deserve to die, at most, he suffered a little bit, so yesterday was a lesson."

"Not bad!" Yan Jiang praised, "I thought you would help."

"His status is so low that he can't even afford sweets. If I get ahead, it will be even more difficult to end." Fu Su's thinking was very clear, "Students don't cause trouble for the master."

He was born noble, so he didn't need to care about the life and death of a commoner.

Yan Jiang smiled slightly, without explaining, just said a few words in the past, and then gave the other party a way to survive - in this era of lack of clothing and medicine, if you are seriously injured, you don't want to live.

For the rest, he will slowly teach a little bit, as for how much he can learn, it depends on his luck.

Fusu thought for a while in confusion, but didn't figure it out, so he just followed.

After a while, a horse with a beautiful chariot came, saying that it was the envoy of Gong Zi'an, and wanted to ask Yan Shangqing to see him.

Yan Jiang took Fusu with him and was invited away by the envoy.

This is what he could have expected. After staying in South Korea for a few days, he just wanted to meet the kings and compare them to the king of Qin.

Now King Han is seriously ill and is bedridden, Han Fei entered Qin Dynasty, Prince An is already the undisputed heir, Yan Jiang just waited in the side hall for a short while, and then an old man in Chinese clothes in his early fifties came leisurely, the two of them After seeing the ceremony, the latter inquired about Yan Jiang's intentions. He didn't have the airs of the king and grandson of South Korea at all, and even proposed to be Yan Jiang's disciple and spread the theory for him.

Fusu was obedient and silent, but his eyes widened in confusion. Han An is also the queen of the country, so why is he so lacking in dignity?

While dealing with King Han, Yan Jiang also sighed very much, look, what kind of crime was forced by Qin State.

"Ms. Zhang is from the third generation of Han, and my brother has never suffered a bit. I hope that Yan Qing Guiqin will take care of him. It is Han An who is incompetent and unable to protect him. I feel really guilty these days..." Han Young Master An was almost in tears.

Fusu was dumbfounded.

While agreeing, Yan Jiang mentioned that King Qin had been worrying about Yanzhao these days and had no time to take care of him. Young Master An looked a little more relaxed, expressed his gratitude to him, and prepared a great gift, but he declined.

The two chatted for a while, and Gongzi An sent someone to escort Yan Jiang back to his residence, presenting him with various exquisite utensils, silk jewelry, and... there was another person.

The young man who had glimpsed under the moonlit night before now described himself as embarrassed, with disheveled clothes and whip marks on his body. He was pressed to the ground like a slave, and his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at Yan Jiang.

"What's the meaning of this?" Yan Jiang turned his gaze to the servant who gave the gift.

"Returning to Yanqing, this is Zhang Liang, the son of Prime Minister Zhang Ping. He didn't respect his wishes and fled privately with his uncle Zhang Xu. He was exposed by the clan. Zhang Xu resisted and was killed on the spot. This son wanted to be sent to Qin, but he was just a son. Worried about Qin Shang's punishment, I want you to bring it back by the way." The waiter said with a smile.

He asked in a low voice: "Three generations of the Zhang family are prime ministers, and the power is huge, no one protects him?"

The waiter looked around and said in a low voice: "Please rest assured, Yan Shangqing, all the direct lineages of the Zhang family have entered the Qin Dynasty, and all the side branches have found new backers. The property, farms, and power in the court have been divided up, and his family will not be allowed to have any more. The chance of recovery, I hope your country can rest assured."

Yan Jiang immediately understood that Zhang Liang was only 12 years old after all, he had no country and family, and he did not wander overseas. Then he smiled and said, "In that case, Jiang thanked Young Master An."

Seeing that the task had been accomplished, the waiter withdrew with a smile on his face - this kid had already been given to Qin, whether Yan Shangqing wanted it or not, King Qin didn't feel comfortable blaming South Korea.

All these years, South Korea has feared Qin. It is true that there are no soldiers and no generals. Life and death depend on the king of Qin. When they found out that the King of Qin was only asking the Zhang family for crimes and wanted Han Fei to join the Qin Dynasty, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately tied the Zhang family into the Qin Dynasty. Just the ants above.

On the contrary, it was Zhang Liang's escape that made Young Master An furious, and he notified the whole country to arrest him with all his strength. For the sake of the safety of his family and country, the aristocratic clans in Handi were united for once, and Zhang Liang had no time to escape.

"This is really getting more and more troublesome." Seeing that there were no Han soldiers in the courtyard, Yan Jiang casually untied the rope on Zhang Liang's body, "You..."

"The thief of Qin will die!" Zhang Liang seemed to have seen the opportunity for a long time, a broken tile in his palm stretched out, intending to take down the thief opposite and flee as a hostage.

Not to mention Yan Jiang, even Fusu, who was plucking flowers, had a flash of pity in his eyes—he had seen how Mr. Meng’s Wang family and Li family’s heirs were rubbed against the ground. You are so taller than me Two feet, want to fight with Mr.?Noisy.

Sure enough, Yan Jiang seemed to feel that it was not good to bully children, so he just tilted his head away and didn't fight back. Ren Zhang Liang continued to strike out of nowhere, and then he just leaned up, sideways, and backed up, all dodging in the slightest. Fengyi, it can be said to be calm, it is more beautiful than any other performance.Even His Majesty, who got up early, flew closer, and almost wanted to swallow his saliva again.

A series of blows were dodged at random, Zhang Liang frowned, turned around suddenly, and rushed to Fusu in the corner. Compared with Yan Jiang, who was in his prime, this child was more likely to be kidnapped by him. He couldn't die here. He was the last of Zhang's family. He wants to save the whole family!

However, although the big cat seems to be careless, the felines are actually always alert to the wind and grass around them. Huahua, who was licking his paws, broke out fiercely in an instant. He stood up, pushed Fusu aside, and slapped the assailant with one paw.

"Take it easy!" Yan Jiang, who was just playing with the children, had no time to stop him, only had time to lift Zhang Liang back.

Blood splattered.

……

"...Fortunately, I washed Huahua's paws yesterday." Yan Jiang sighed when he was stitching Zhang Liang's wound.

The tiger's claws have a ton of pawing power, and the claws are seven centimeters long. He pulled it in time. Zhang Liang's wound was not deep, but it was very long.

"Qin thief, you killed me—ah—"

"Can't you bite the stick, don't move, do you want your arm!" Yan Jiang reprimanded, pushed the man down, continued to sew him up with one or two stitches, and then swung the big bird away with his arm, "Young Majesty, stay away, it's blocking the light."

The owl flew away in displeasure, and became even angrier when he saw that the servant didn't care about it.

On the contrary, Fusu saw some clues, and quietly came over to comfort it: "This young man is able to stay in this way, he must be a very scheming person, big brother, should we drive him away?"

His Majesty's eyes lit up, and he looked it up and down, as if meeting him for the first time, there was surprise in his eyes, but more appreciation.

As if granted permission, Fusu suddenly stretched out his hand to pat, the owl flapped its wings instinctively, and landed on Yan Jiang's hand holding the needle.

"Little Majesty, you are still making trouble!" Yan Jiang almost stuck a needle in Zhang Liang's flesh, and instantly became angry, "I'm saving people! Human life is at stake, don't go into the house tonight, go out and guard!"

His Majesty was stunned and looked back at Fusu.

The little boy sat beside Huahua, looked back at it innocently and blankly, and touched a scratch on the tiger's beak - it was scratched when he bullied Huahua last night.