Emperor Qin

During this trip to Yuci, Fusu was a little disappointed, because he didn't see the number one swordsman in the world killing all directions.

According to the hero Gai Nie, private fighting is prohibited by the Qin law. He is a good soldier who abides by the law, and he is already old. After the age of dancing swords, you young people will not embarrass the old.

For the sake of talking, of course Yan Jiang couldn't embarrass him, so he focused his attention on the cattle race once every three months.

But the result was disappointing. The competition was very boring. It was to judge the weight, waistline, teeth and fur of the cows. Not only could there be no bullfights, but there were no competitions such as bull rope races and tug-of-war. Very soon, so after the game, Yan Jiang took Fusu to leave Yuci, and went down the Fen River to Guanzhong.

This road goes down the river, but Yanjiang is very leisurely. It is enough to record the hydrological species along the way. Every small town on the way has to be visited twice. The trip that can return to Xianyang in one month has been delayed for three full months. I went ashore and walked nearly a hundred times, went to see the Hukou Waterfall, and expressed my emotion that the water in Hukou is as clear as wine. Fusu and His Majesty were shocked by the turbulent waves of the Yellow River, and marveled at the supernatural power of nature.

Then along the Yellow River, I went to see the Great Wall of Wei, and then returned to Xianyang. It was already September, and it was the autumn harvest season.

Outside Xianyang City, they saw a large cotton field.

Facing the scorching sun, the peasant women were diligently picking cotton bolls. The white cotton fibers took up a lot of rattan baskets, and the farmers could quickly finish picking a basket, and then dumped it into the carriage on the road.

Yan Jiang couldn't help but walked into the cotton field, picked off a blooming cotton boll, gently tore apart the fiber, and saw the black cottonseed wrapped in it.

The fiber is very short, far less plump than the cotton bolls he saw in Xinjiang, only the size of a mountain peach, but this is cotton.

Compared with hemp and silk that require dozens of processes and low yields, cotton is excellent and can be grown in large quantities, and it is easy to process. In the decades since it was introduced to China, it has spread from Hainan to the whole of China, completely changing the low-level culture of China. The unique clothing structure, from quilt cover filling to weaving and spinning, is almost omnipotent, and it also has excellent warmth and skin-friendly effects.

As for the fact that it is still short fleece, what does it matter? In terms of breeding, the Chinese nation has excellent talents engraved in their blood.

The white reflection of the cotton was reflected on his face, which made his face extraordinarily handsome, and his joy was hard to hide.

"This is the field that the king personally ordered to take care of. Who dares to step on it! Take it down for me." A teasing voice next to him said angrily.

Yan Jiang raised his eyes and saw Li Xin was smiling at him, his joyful enthusiasm was comparable to Lie Yang.

Yan Jiang smiled slightly, dropped the cotton boll casually, snapped his fingers, and walked towards Li Xin.

Li Xin's smile froze for an instant, his animal-like sixth sense crazily called the police, and in the next second, he instinctively turned around and wanted to run.

But Yan Jiang said coldly: "If you dare to run, I will let the tiger go."

Huahua let out a skillful howl under his hands, and the tiger roared at the cotton field, scaring the cotton farmers to run away.

So Li Xin's people also froze.

Yan Jiang stepped forward, grabbed the opponent by the collar, and beat the guy who left Fusu and ran away in Korea from screaming and begging for mercy to spitting out his soul and paralyzing adult cakes.

Then he asked about Mengtian people.

Li Xin said weakly: "That Zhuzi suddenly said a few days ago that you were going back to Xianyang, then went to Zhongmou, and said that if something happened, he would hide - this Zhuzi had expected it long ago, and didn't remind me!"

In fact, Meng Tian had already reminded him, but he was full of self-confidence, and felt that Brother Jiang would definitely not blame him, who knew...

Yan Jiang snorted, threw him on the ground, and took Fusu away.

Huahua leisurely sniffed his master's scent on him, and then stepped on him in disgust.

The owner has no opinion, so you can't grind your claws on him.

Ah Huang seemed to remember him, and stepped over him when passing by without stepping on him.

Yan Jiang continued walking, and saw a large alfalfa field. After asking, he found out that this is alfalfa sown in summer after the winter wheat is harvested. It is fallow land again, and almost the entire fallow land around Xianyang has been planted with it.

Before he entered the city, he met Zhao Gao who was waiting in front of Xianyang city gate. This white-faced, beardless and well-colored eunuch bowed his head and saluted him. See you in the palace.

Yan Jiang smiled slightly, and put Fusu on the frame: "Young master has arrived in Xianyang, and Jiang's responsibilities have been exhausted, but please leave without disturbing him."

After finishing speaking, he handed Ah Huang's reins to Zhao Gao, and walked away with the tiger.

Ah Huang's ears drooped in frustration, and the master lost it again...

Fusu grievously called out Mr., but the other party didn't look back, so he boldly called out Master~

Yan Jiang turned his head, smiled slightly, waved to him, and gradually disappeared into the official way.

Zhao Gao had no choice but to take Fusu back to the palace.

Fusu was stunned.

He saw that his father was just bowing his head respectfully, and he didn't look happy at all.

His father was not happy seeing him either, he just frowned and said, "Can't you keep him?"

Fusu felt even more wronged.

Qin Wangzheng was hard-hearted, but said indifferently: "You have worked hard this year, go down and rest."

Fusu retreated in a low voice.

"Wait a minute," King Qin said suddenly, "Leave your drawing book, and the widow will observe you for a year, and what you have learned."

Fusu's eyes widened, almost crying.

King Qin is still hard-hearted.

Finally, Fusu reluctantly took out the small book from his bosom, stepped forward with pursed mouth, and handed it to his father.

"Retire." Qin Wang waved his hand, and seeing the child retreat, he continued to crouch at the desk for review.

It was not until the afternoon that he struggled to complete today's official documents, which was more than an hour earlier than usual.

Rubbing his wrists, he flipped through the drawing book, groping for the delicate and accurate lines with his fingertips, feeling a little displeased and a little happy.

Sure enough, Fusu is not that important to you.

Wandering outside Xianyang City, Yan Jiang knew that King Qin was very small-minded. Last time he left without saying a word, he didn't know how much resentment King Qin held back, so let's hide for now.

When he was helping His Majesty lose weight outside Xianyang City, he used to live in a small courtyard outside Linjiang Palace, where peppers and spices were grown. I don't know if Zhang Cang took good care of him, but now he happened to go there to collect vegetables.

Last year, he lived in the palace in Xianyang. This time, he should find a place for himself.

Maybe Gai Nie is right, there is no home, maybe a home is built, always wandering around like this, the bottom of my heart is always empty.

Build a two-story villa with a balcony, burn pottery pipes to divert water from mountain streams, plant tea and lecture scriptures on weekdays, and occasionally go home to rest when you are tired from playing outside. If you are lucky enough to meet someone you like on the road, you will bring it back...

He always thought of what to do, so he took a tiger for a walk in the countryside of Xianyang, looking for a suitable place. Fortunately, in this era, the land is sparsely populated, as long as he doesn't enter the village, taking a tiger will only scare one or two people.

On the way, he also encountered two people arguing next to the cow, and they came forward to ask each other.

It turned out that after the officials asked to collect manure as fertilizer and irrigate the official fields, everyone gradually discovered that it was unusual. The crops that were fertilized were much better than the crops without fertilizer, and the harvest was much higher.

Food is the most important thing for the people, and this trick was soon known by everyone, but the amount of money saved by ordinary people is ridiculous, so when encountering livestock leaving fat, they must take it away with a wooden fork as soon as possible. If you meet them, you will split them in half.

Yan Jiang felt a sense of accomplishment. He was playing with flowers, and his pace was much brisk all the way.

He also saw a bunch of red peppers hanging in front of a farmer's house.

Then Huahua was hungry.

Yan Jiang bought a sheep for it, and found that his money had bottomed out again.

One man and one tiger came to the hillside by the river, avoiding the trees, pulling weeds to create a fire barrier, and then started to barbecue.

"It's really expensive to raise you." He sighed, buried his head in Huahua's neck, and took a deep breath.

Huahua was very happy to be teased by her master, and turned over to have a fight with her master.

The burden hanging on it was thrown off, rolled twice, rolled down the hillside, and fell out of a sleeping owl, which fell upside down in the wetland below the slope.

Yan Jiang hurriedly fished His Majesty out of the swamp, cleaned and dried him, and even tapped Huahua who came to harass him.

But His Majesty was so tossed, he still didn't wake up.

Could it be suffocation from blocked nostrils?

He ducked his head, trying to suck out any muddy water that might be in the beak hole.

……

In the next second, he got a stunned owl with its eyes wide open.

Yan Jiang heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the bird with a molested face, and looked at its distraught appearance, thinking of the cause of the incident, he gave a concealed smile and drew the bird's attention away: "Baby, You are already my bird, do you want to marry me?"

His Majesty immediately forgot about other things, and stood on his hand dripping wet, frowning deeply, as if thinking about a huge problem.