Emperor Qin

It was almost dawn when we returned to the county, and the whole group was tired, so they all rested.

After waking up in the afternoon, Yan Jiang carefully heated the pine resin into rosin, then steamed a jar of wine he bought into a little alcohol, used the alcohol to dissolve the rosin, and then poured it into his Yunnan Baiyao aerosol bottle. , Shake it evenly, and spray it on your own charcoal drawing.

Fusu touched it boldly, and found that he really didn't know how to rub soot with his hands anymore. He couldn't help but praised: "Sir, why do you have so many, what is there that you don't know?"

"There won't be too many." Yan Jiang put away the small bottle, put the picture scroll into the picture folder, and sighed, "When you are away from home, there is nothing wrong with getting more, knowledge can never be exhausted."

Field photography is not just a matter of clicking on a place and rushing there. You need to check the history, terrain, special products, animals, and climate there first. Otherwise, if you trigger the customs and taboos of the local ethnic group, it may take ten times more effort to get out. , he suffered a lot for this in South America.

And play is a systematic work, not just the beauty of mountains and rivers, but witnessing the glory of history and humanity is the real enjoyment, otherwise Dujiangyan is just a shoal, Lingqu is just a small river, and Dunhuang is just a gloomy picture. Only by understanding history and time can we understand the beauty and love in it, as well as the power that can touch the soul.

Fu Su nodded when he heard it. These days he has seen and heard a lot, and he has the illusion that he has grown up. When he thinks back to the group of young servants in Xianyang City, he feels that he can go back and learn freely. It's very cool to think about crushing them.

Yan Jiang took out some recently collected seeds to see if there were any damage or omissions.

These days, he collected soybeans and rapeseeds, and tried to find other usable seeds on the road, but unfortunately, he could not recognize many. These days, the north and south eat very few vegetables, mostly sunflower and Leeks, he can find some wild vegetables to adjust his meals on the south road, but in the north, he can only grow some bean sprouts, and at most grind some soy milk and tofu, and he can live well with seasoning.

"A Su, is it hard to follow me? Do you feel homesick?" After being together for so long, Yan Jiang liked Fu Su very much, he was obedient and sensible, and he didn't complain about the bumps along the way, and he was not afraid of going up mountains and down rivers with him. And recently, the slingshot is very accurate and powerful - it would be even better if you don't accidentally hit His Majesty occasionally.

"It's not bitter! I'm a little homesick." Fusu was not in a hurry, but lowered his head to check the homework carefully, "Mr. is the best teacher Asu has ever seen!"

Along the way, he has learned how to bargain, sees the liars who lie to children, understands that not all people are good people, and that good intentions need to use brains to achieve results, can recognize the Big Dipper, and - the rich and powerful are not forever It is a powerful person, and there is a huge difference between the son and the son.

Xianyang's life is peaceful, everyone flatters him, but these are useless, if one day he loses power, he may not end up better than Zhao Jia, and he understands this earlier than all his brothers.

Yan Jiang smiled slightly, packed his luggage, and one of the small paper bags fell out, spilling a few seeds he collected on the road.

"I don't know if it's cabbage or rape..." Yan Jiang carefully picked up the seeds as small as yellow rice, and wrapped them in paper again.

I was thinking about where to go next.

He came to Longxi in the eighth year of Qin Wangzheng, and went to Yongdu in the ninth year of Qin Wangzheng. It is now April, that is to say, it has been more than half a year since I left.

Now I have two choices, the wave is almost done, go west from Taiyuan, spend a month or two back to Xianyang, collect the peppers, and send Fusu back by the way.

Another option is to go east to Beijing, visit the country of Yan, and go south to the country of Qi, and then you can go to Wei to Chu. Going down from Chu is Baiyue, and then enter Sichuan. If you can, you can also go to the legendary Shu. Let's take a look at how the mysterious Southeast Asian Silk Road went.

But if this is the case, Fusu will have to stay outside for more than three or four years.

So I decided to go back to Xianyang, just to see how the agricultural harvest there is. When Yan Jiang thought of this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. This King of Qin seems to always be stuck on his bottom line. Lose favor, but let's do it this way, and make myself feel like he is always by my side, always thinking of him.

Could it be that the power of the Eternal Emperor is also quite amazing.

But, what can you do with him?

Caressing Huahua on one side, Yan Jiang sighed helplessly. This person shoulders the important task of unifying the world. He can shoot Ah Wang Du Dio to knock Loulan and stab Yueshi, but he really dare not stab King Qin to death. He can teach him a lesson At most, he should be beaten with a sack, otherwise he would be stabbed to death. Who will rule the six countries?

You can't replace yourself, can you?

He is also a person who has visited the two countries of Korea and Zhao. Compared with the king of Qin, the monarchs of these countries are all thrown away, dead and dead, and thrown away. They are completely different from each other. And language.

After hesitating for a long time, he put away the map he drew at random, took Fusu out to the market in the county, bought a sheep for dinner, because Fusu was growing up, and exchanged a can of fresh goat milk.

The trade on behalf of the land is very prosperous. From time to time, caravans from the grassland come from the mountain pass on the side of Baideng Mountain, bringing cows and horses skins to trade on the behalf of the land. It's just that in the past two years, Zhao and Yan have fought against each other, and they can't exchange for food, they can only exchange for some salt. , cloth and pottery.

Fusu looked at the earthen pot containing the milk, his little face wrinkled into a steamed stuffed bun—the milk was so bad that it wouldn't even drink it when it was fed to Huahua.

At this moment, a violent quarrel came from a corner of the commercial market. Yan Jiang heard Li Zuoche's voice, and was curious for a moment, and walked over to take a look with Fusu in his arms. Li Zuo said: "This is Ma Wang. We spent a lot of cloth to get it. Ten gold, delusional! One hundred gold, one hundred gold!"

"Nonsense! One hundred gold is enough to feed an army of one thousand people for a month. This is just a horse, you profiteer!" Li Zuoche was so angry that his neck turned red.

"Go away if you can't afford it!" The young man didn't seem to want to cause trouble, he just waved his hand away and said, "This is the best horse in the world, how can it be sold at such a low price!"

"This is not the best horse!" Li Zuoche looked around, happened to see Yan Jiang, and immediately pointed out, "His family's Ah Huang is the genus of Tianma, your horse is far behind."

Yan Jiang, who was shot inexplicably, glanced at him, went over and said in a low voice: "This is definitely a good horse, why make things difficult for others if you can't afford it."

The horse brought by the young man was tall, with a high head and neck, strong limbs, and unruly. It was a bit like the Yili horse he saw when he passed by Tianshan Mountain. He said that Shi Jin was too guilty.

Li Zuoche's face was flushed red, and after a long while, he said in a low voice: "The young master has been here for a few days, and he is in a low mood. It will be his birthday in a few days, and I want to give him a good horse to make him happy. But, it's okay All the income goes to the shogunate and is used in the army, and my family doesn't have much money..."

Yan Jiang thought about having a date with Zhao Jia's friend, since he was about to leave, it would be okay to give him a gift.

"Is that so?" Yan Jiang thought for a while, and walked up to the two young men, "Although I have no gold, I have treasures, which may be worth three hundred gold."

The two teenagers looked at him at the same time, with suspicion in their eyes.

Yan Jiang smiled slightly: "Although your horse is good, it's hard to find a buyer for a hundred gold in Dai, why don't you try it at my place."

The two teenagers were actually very curious about the good horse of Yan Jiang's family. They muttered in Rong language for a while, and then one of them stayed behind to watch the horse, and the other went with him to a small courtyard not far away, and saw a boring tail flicking in the stable. yellow.

The boy was so startled that he couldn't even speak. Aside from other things, Ah Huang's appearance was definitely one of the best among horses. Anyone who knew a little about horses could see his extraordinary appearance.

Yan Jiang just smiled, threw half of the sheep to Huahua, and then went into the house to open the bag. His Majesty got up beside him, watching him rummage through and found a bamboo tube, a knife, and a box of pepper.

"I have three treasures here, you can choose one to exchange." Yan Jiang placed the three treasures in front of the table.

His Majesty fell on his shoulders indifferently, watching him begin to lie again.

The young man has also seen the world. His eyes are serious, but he can't tell the difference. He can only wait for the seller to explain.

Yan Jiang then showed the seller's show on the spot. The knife was made of Utz steel, it was extremely sharp, and it could cut meat like paper. The dead leaves are boiled with goat's milk and salt. It tastes so sweet and delicious that people can't believe it.

The young man was shocked. He wanted to exchange the three items together, but his words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak at all—these items would definitely cause madness if they were given to the nobles of the grassland.

Yan Jiang's expression was plain. The tea leaves were randomly picked from a few wild tea trees he found on the road. If he didn't know how to stir-fry tea, he simply used a hot stone to finish the tea. He kneaded it casually, and the quality was uneven. , the brewed tea is bitter and unpalatable. It is the kind that will definitely get a bad review after being released on Taobao. Fusu stuck out his tongue for a long time after taking a sip. When this prairie was a teenager, he suddenly thought that drinking tea on the prairie was not so particular.

When he went to the grassland to play, he realized that the herdsmen’s demand for tea is no less than that for salt. There are few vegetables there, and it is difficult to digest meat and milk for many years. Tea’s greasy relief and vitamins are an indispensable part of grassland life. This bitter tea is boiled with milk and salt, which just balances the bitterness in it, which is perfect. Although it is definitely not comparable to the golden camellia tea that modern Mongolians love to drink, there is no place for this young man to compare, right?

The boy didn't even look at the knife, his bright eyes wandered between pepper and tea, unable to make a decision, and finally looked at him pitifully, as if praying: I really can't choose.

Yan Jiang couldn't help laughing, this young man is also interesting: "How about this, tell me about the grassland, and I'll give you half of the pepper too."

Li Zuoche's heart ached: "If there's something good to say about the grassland, I can say it too!"

The young man rolled his eyes at him, turned his head and thanked Yan Jiang very gratefully: "Thank you for your generosity, I will definitely tell you everything I know!"

He completely ignored Li Zuoche's protest, and first said that his name is Wuzhiluo, Wuzhirong is a branch of Xirong, and the grassland is not far from Qilian Mountain. The beautiful utensils were presented to the king of Rong, and the cattle and horses given by the king of Rong were used to continue the trade. The horses they brought were given by the king of Rong.

"Qilian Mountain is far away in the west of Qin State, nearly [-] miles away from Dai, and you have come so far to trade in Zhao..." Yan Jiang also admired this kind of tribe, they are born businessmen.

The young man smiled and said: "The utensils from the Qin land are large and heavy, the silk is dull gray and black, neither flashy nor beautiful, and they are unwilling to sell them to us, so they don't do business with the Qin people. In contrast, the grassland nobles Everyone loves the things of Yanzhao, and it would be the best if there are beautiful utensils from Qi, but it's a pity that we can't go that far, otherwise we can go."

Hearing that Qindi's products were so disgusted, Fusu blushed a little, and whispered: "Qin things are durable, what's so good about those flashy things."

His Majesty nodded in agreement.

"Don't you guys have something to say, everyone has a love for beauty?" The young man immediately explained, "I like beautiful things, what's wrong? Let us offer cattle and horses to watch the King of Qin rule, and the utensils there are expensive and ugly, so why should we trade with them?"

Fusu was stopped by the words, and looked at Yan Jiang for help.

Yan Jiang didn't mean to speak for the state of Qin at all. Instead, he clapped his hands and laughed: "That's right, business is like water, agriculture is like soil. If there is no water in the soil, there will be no crops. If there is no business in the country, the people will not be rich."

"Then what is Huojintu?" Fusu felt embarrassed and wanted to change the topic. The theory of the Five Elements was well known in the Warring States Period.

Yan Jiangxin wanted to popularize the operation of the family and the country for him, so he used a metaphor: "Scholars are like fire, soldiers are like gold, craftsmen are like wood, commerce is like water, and servants are like soil. Soldiers come from farmers. Gold is born from the soil; soldiers protect the country and merchants are born, and water is born from gold; there are craftsmen and goods when there are merchants, and wood is born from water; when scholars rule the world, if the world is stable, then there will be farming, and earth will be born from fire.”

As for how a craftsman like "wood makes fire" can make a scholar, he didn't make it right for a while, so he just skipped it.

Fortunately, the people around have not yet realized this profound state, and they are all deep in thought, and no one has thought of this.

Thinking of this, His Majesty couldn't speak, and felt very uncomfortable.

"Okay, that's about the same, change horses?" Yan Jiang asked with a smile.

"Of course it's a change," Wu Shiluo nodded quickly, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Sir, if I still have good horses, cattle and sheep? Can I still ask you to buy this treasure?"

"But, in a few days, you can come to Xianyang to find me." Yan Jiang thought that Tea Tea might be able to debut early, so he exchanged names and addresses with him.

Wu Shiluo excitedly said, "So what if Qin has heavy taxes, these things can be put on the grasslands, which can be beneficial a hundredfold!"Enough for them Wu Zhirong to open up a higher relationship and find a bigger backstage.

"Xianyang Academy, I remember!" Wu Shiluo said goodbye politely, and beckoned Li Zuoche to fetch the horse.

However, when Li Zuoche heard this, he didn't have a trace of joy, his expression was gloomy, and he looked at Yan Jiang with a faint hostility, and he turned and left indifferently without saying goodbye.

His Majesty, who heard that he was going back to Xianyang, flapped his wings happily, restrained himself, just stared at A Jiang with big affectionate eyes for a few breaths, and then rubbed his sharp beak on A Jiang's lips.

Xianyang Palace.

The proud and heroic king woke up from his dream, stood up and looked at the sun outside the window, recalling the dream, as if the sun was shining into his heart, as bright as spring.

In a few days, we will see him again.

Swim together with arms, talk at night while holding candles, and then... enjoy the joy of foreign countries together, the beauty of the six countries.