Chapter 321 I would rather die singing in the rain than live under someone else’s roof
"Why kill the ancient warrior? Why can't I find him to be my retainer?"
Ying Chengjiao's head was not fully awake yet. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, muttered, and yawned with his hand covering his mouth.
Yawning is contagious, and Guiguzi, who was dressed in black and had a serious face, raised his hands over his chest and opened his mouth slightly. When he realized what was happening, he immediately let go of his hands and kept silent.
"Your Majesty, it's already past noon. Can you please pack up a bit before setting out?"
Guiguzi couldn't continue.
[I like to sleep late and be lazy in Chang'an, but there is not much I can do in Xianyang.]
[But now that we have arrived in Korea, it is a little unreasonable for you to still be like this, Your Majesty! ]
A week has passed since I came to Korea.
The scientist took a group of Mohist disciples to Yiyang to govern the country with Mohism, but the details are still unknown. However, given the selfless love of the Mohist masters, they must have been very busy.
As the coordinator, Guiguzi took stock of all matters in Han. It seemed that Han was not the territory secretly allocated to Ying Chengjiao by the First Emperor, but to Guiguzi.
In the land of Korea where everything was in ruins and there were almost no officials to share his worries, Guiguzi was even busier than the scientists.
It is now a little past eight in the morning. Guiguzi has been dealing with a wave of official documents. Seeing that it is getting brighter, he thinks that his master should get up by now, so he rushes over to report the revelations he got from observing the stars last night.
As a result, I saw Ying Chengjiao with bare feet, bare chest and disheveled hair. It was obvious that he had just woken up, and he ran out without any disguise. I was really angry.
Ying Chengjiao straightened his collar without changing his expression.
"When the prince came to see Cheng Jiao, Cheng Jiao ran out immediately without even having time to put on his shoes. Isn't this exactly a sign that Cheng Jiao values the prince? How could the prince think that Cheng Jiao doesn't value you?"
[This logic seems to make sense...]
Guiguzi's resentment disappeared, but he said with a cold face:
"If you get up late, you get up late. If you are rude, you are rude . Your Majesty always has some twisted excuses."
Tap your finger three times again on the map.
"Your Majesty, Chongtongzi is in Qi, please send troops quickly."
After such a short period of time, Ying Chengjiao had sobered up a lot. He sat down on the side of the table with his legs spread wide apart. He first asked the maid who had been staring at his chest to prepare food for him, then yawned and said:
"Double pupils, brave and powerful, are you talking about Xiang Yu? It's a bit early. The boy should only be three or four years old now. Why kill him? With all the manpower, it's better to go to Pei County and kill Liu Bang."
In Ying Chengjiao's memory, Ying Zheng was three years older than Liu Bang, and Liu Bang was twenty-four years older than Xiang Yu.
Now the First Emperor is 31 years old, so Liu Bang should be 28 years old and Xiang Yu should be 4 years old.
Although Xiang Yu is known for his bravery and is unrivaled throughout the ages, and is firmly in the position of the first person in the four military forces of the military strategists, that was the adult Xiang Yu, not a four-year-old child.
Who would be afraid of a four-year-old kid?
Guiguzi frowned, wondering what illness his master had and why he was talking nonsense again.
"Who is Xiang Yu? And who is Liu Bang? From the tone of their voices, Your Majesty is very wary of these two people?"
"Um?"
Ying Chengjiao opened his eyes wide and a piece of eye booger fell out.
"You don't know Xiang Yu? Didn't you tell me that you would send people to Qi to kill Xiang Yu?"
"When did I ever mention the name Xiang Yu to Your Majesty?"
Guiguzi was puzzled and pointed at Qi for the third time.
"I want His Majesty to send someone to kill Chongtongzi. If he is allowed to grow up, he will be invincible. Is His Majesty still asleep?"
[Isn’t the man with double pupils Xiang Yu? Is there another man with double pupils who is so brave and invincible in the world? ]
Ying Chengjiao was equally puzzled.
"What's the name of the double pupil you're talking about?"
"How do I know?"
"...Then how did you know that he had double pupils? And how did you know that he would be invincible when he grew up?"
Guiguzi pointed to the sky with one finger.
"The stars indicate so."
He pointed at Ying Chengjiao again.
"Just as I knew Your Majesty, I took the initiative to come to look for him. At that time, a star in the west shone brightly, so bright that ordinary people could not see it."
"Astrology Master, is this the Yin-Yang technique of the Yin-Yang family?"
"Yes and no. Rather than calling it Yin-Yang magic, I prefer to call it corpse magic... It doesn't matter. The person is dead. It's all a thing of the past."
"No, tell me, I'm interested in these things. What is the relationship between corpse magic and Yin-Yang magic?"
Ying Chengjiao said urgently.
The beautiful maid walked lightly, brought sumptuous food and fine wine, and placed them gently in front of Ying Chengjiao.
Ying Chengjiao took a wine jar and placed it in front of Guiguzi, poured wine for him, and looked at him expectantly.
Guiguzi didn't drink.
"Whether it's called corpse magic or Yin-Yang magic, they are all minor arts and there's nothing much to talk about. Your Majesty, you'd better send someone to Qi as soon as possible. The double pupil is already strong and can't be left alone."
Ying Chengjiao saw the rejection in Guiguzi's casual words. Although he was very curious about it, he was embarrassed to force it. That should be the past that Guiguzi was unwilling to talk about. Death is the greatest thing.
Now if someone says that the man with double pupils is Xiang Yu, Ying Chengjiao cannot explain it clearly, and the age does not match Ying Chengjiao's memory.
In order to avoid trouble, Ying Chengjiao simply did not mention the name Xiang Yu, and also talked about double pupils like Guiguzi. With surprise at the Yin-Yang technique in his heart, he drank a mouthful of hot water to moisten his thirsty throat, took a comfortable breath, and smiled:
"My double pupils are already strong. Since you are an expert in Yin-Yang magic, you should have seen and understood it long ago. Why are you talking to me today? Don't tell me that you can't bear to kill a child. You and I both know that you are not that kind of person."
Guiguzi knew that Ying Chengjiao had never believed in Yin-Yang magic and witchcraft. Hearing Ying Chengjiao's words, he thought that Ying Chengjiao was openly questioning time, but secretly expressing his disbelief in Yin-Yang magic.
In fact, when Guiguzi suddenly mentioned double pupils and Xiang Yu's invincibility, Ying Chengjiao believed it about 80%. He had never mentioned double pupils and Xiang Yu at the same time with anyone else.
Although Guiguzi believed that Ying Chengjiao was born with knowledge and came from another world, he did not know that Ying Chengjiao's previous life was two thousand years after this world, so he naturally did not know that Ying Chengjiao could predict the future.
"I didn't tell the king before because the king never trusted me. Now that the king has entrusted me with the governance of Korea, I can finally speak."
While explaining the superficial reasons to Ying Chengjiao, Guiguzi picked up the wine jar and shook it, then stood up and said:
"It will rain heavily tonight at midnight. Your Majesty, please remember to close the windows. I will leave first."
With his mouth half full of food, Ying Chengjiao blinked and pointed at the food on the table.
"Your Majesty, are you in such a hurry? Eat something before you go."
"No, I'll accompany you later."
Guiguzi declined the offer to stay and left resolutely as he still had a lot of work to do.
Ying Chengjiao finished his meal quietly, walked out of the county magistrate's mansion and looked up at the sky.
The sky is clear and blue, with not a single cloud in sight.
It was not yet noon and the sun was not too strong, it felt warm on my body.
"What are you looking at, sir?"
A beautiful maid, with her hands behind her back, leaned forward and asked with a smile, bright eyes and white teeth.
These maids, who can equip their arms with Qin crossbows and transform into beautiful Rakshasas at any time, look harmless, beautiful and lively when not in combat.
"Let's see if it will rain tonight."
Ying Chengjiao told the truth.
The beautiful maid also looked up at the sky.
"How can it rain when there's not even a cloud?"
“I don’t think it will happen either.”
"whee."
"What are you laughing at?"
"joy."
"What are you happy about?"
"My Lord, you think the same as I do, alas."
The beautiful maid emphasized and prolonged the sound of "Ai", imitating the interjection created by her own master.
"Tsk, what's there to be happy about?"
Ying Chengjiao curled his lips, but was very happy in his heart.
There was not a cloud in the sky all day.
At night, the cloudless moon hides the moonlight, the starlight can hardly compete with it, and the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
The hour of Xu is still one hour away from the hour of Hai.
Ying Chengjiao lay on a hammock made of fine fabric hanging between two large trees, looking up at the night sky. He closed his eyes and did not feel any obvious moisture.
"Your Majesty, it's time to rest."
The sweeping monk Lu Goujian walked slowly over and spoke softly and gently beside Ying Chengjiao.
If it is noisy during the day with countless subtle sounds, this sound is hard to hear, but at night when everything is quiet, the same decibel sound can be clearly heard.
Ying Chengjiao opened his eyes and saw the old man's concerned face.
"The source of the disaster said it would rain at midnight. I am waiting for it to rain. Do you think it will rain, Duke Lu?"
"Besides the sword, Gou Jian only knows how to clean the house. Your Majesty, you may have asked the wrong person. You should ask the farmers. Gou Jian, go ask them?"
"No, no."
Ying Chengjiao shook his head like a rattle.
"Food is the most important thing for the people. We cannot trouble the farmers for such a small matter. Duke Lu, please sit down."
Ying Chengjiao turned over and sat up, patted the half of the hammock that he had given to Lu Goujian, and Lu Goujian sat down as he was told.
"Scientists and farmers also want money. The king has some restrictions on scientists, but never refuses farmers. Stutterers, drunkards, and reckless men go to the northwest to reform. Merchants, swordsmen, teachers, and old generals stay in Xianyang to defend Qin. Scientists govern Yiyang, the source of trouble manages Han, and I protect the king's safety. All of us are arranged by the king, except for the farmers.
"The reason why the king did not want the old generals to go out before was because there was no place for them to use their skills before the war. Although the peasants are not as skilled as the masters in carrying hoes, their martial arts are so high that Gou Jian dare not say that he will win even if he holds a sword. The king wanted Gai Nie to go to the palace to protect the King of Qin, and wanted me to protect the merchants who came to Han. There was no protection around them, but the king did not recall the peasants at that time. Did the king not trust the peasants? So he used money to benefit them but did not use them?"
These words remained in Lu Gou Jian's heart for a long time.
The last time he went to Han, Ying Chengjiao had no guards around him, so he got a Yue woman to assassinate him.
Although Ying Chengjiao was wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a fine iron sword, the Yue girl not only failed to assassinate him but also got herself involved, but this incident still made Lu Gou Jian very scared.
If the Yue girl had been more secretive, and if the first sword had hit Ying Chengqiu's neck, how could Ying Chengqiu have survived?
Lu Gou Jian didn't understand why his lord allowed such a peerless master to dig the soil and farm outside every day at such a critical moment.
Ying Chengjiao was so smart that he knew what was in Lu Goujian's mind as soon as he heard it. He patted the old man's arm comfortingly and said arrogantly:
"Don't worry about it, Duke Lu. No one in this world can assassinate me. I am number one in the world!"
"There are always people who are better than you. Your Majesty, please tell me why Gou Jian is so indulgent towards the peasants."
"First, because I really don't need the protection of farmers. I am very capable of protecting myself. Second, well..."
Ying Chengjiao looked around like a thief, as if he was afraid that there were ears on the other side of the wall, so he lowered his voice and whispered in Lu Goujian's ear:
"I personally think that among all the schools of thought, the agricultural school is the best."
"What do you mean?"
Ying Chengjiao sat up straight.
"Whether governing a country with Confucianism, Legalism, or Mohism, productivity is indispensable. If the people are hungry and there is no productivity, it is just empty talk to talk about the system. What the Qin State will become depends on how much the crops cultivated by the farmers can produce.
"One person's crops can feed ten people, and the territories of the Xiongnu and Donghu can become directly under the control of the Qin Dynasty. One person's crops can feed a hundred people, and a policy of more births can be implemented. In twenty years, Roman counties and Persian counties can be established, and the vast Mediterranean Sea will become the inner lake of the Qin Dynasty!
"Productivity comes first, and everything else comes second. When a loaf of bread costs 500,000 marks, don't blame the people for making art students kings. Food comes first at all times. Even two thousand years later, it will still be the same..."
You don’t need to use glassware, you can use clayware instead.
You don't have to wear silk clothes, just wear linen clothes.
You don't have to sit in a horse-drawn or ox-drawn carriage, you can just walk.
Most things have substitutes, except food.
If there is not enough food, there will be death.
Ying Chengjiao remembered that due to that sudden disaster, food crises broke out in most countries around the world.
The prices of rice and flour rose rapidly, and the prices of commodities rose outrageously. Many countries had insufficient food reserves to feed their people, and riots broke out.
When life is threatened, no one can listen to the truth. Chanel and Rolex are not as valuable as a steamed bun when you are starving to death.
As China is one of the few self-sufficient countries in the world and has sufficient food reserves, there have been no major storms from beginning to end, and the situation has been stable.
[One person feeds a hundred people...]
The old man didn't listen to what Ying Chengjiao said next.
People who have experienced war-torn times do not need anyone to explain to them the importance of food.
I would rather be a dog in peacetime than a man in troubled times.
At the beginning of the Hai hour, there is only half an hour left, and the moon is like a white jade plate.
Under the moonlight, Ying Chengjiao fought the old man with his bare hands.
The two figures were like mountain ghosts and elves. They separated as soon as they touched each other and there was no time for the fight to last long.
Martial arts were not invented for performance, but to kill the enemy. If you can kill with one move, there is no need for a second move.
Generally, when two people fight, the winner will be known within three minutes. If there is no winner after three minutes, and the two are evenly matched, it is not a life-and-death duel, so they can stop fighting.
The old man told Ying Chengjiao how to make better moves, all of which were about poking eyes, picking balls, and stabbing hearts, which were despicable moves that were criticized in later martial arts novels.
A life-and-death duel.
Even if the survivors are covered in dust, blood, and wearing tattered clothes, they are still elegant.
Even if he lies on the ground spotlessly, as beautiful and handsome as a white lotus that emerges from the mud without being stained, he is still a despicable person.
Ying Chengjiao listened carefully, and after the old man finished speaking, he looked up at the night sky, where still not a drop of rain fell.
"Duke Lu, go take a bath and then take a rest. You won't be able to have a midnight snack today."
After fighting with Lu Gou Jian with all his might, Ying Chengjiao, who was sweating all over, loosened his shoulders and gently pulled his clothes twice to let the heat dissipate from his chest.
Lu Gou Jian was old and sleepy, so he nodded and agreed.
After the two parted, Ying Chengjiao did not look for a maid. Instead, he found a large wooden barrel and moved it to the inner courtyard. He poured hot water, adjusted the water temperature, took off his clothes, and jumped into it. In just a cup of tea, it took him a while.
The warm feeling soaked his body, and the slippery sweat was washed away by the hot water. Ying Chengjiao rubbed his body twice, adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes and exhaled comfortably.
"Duke Lu is so strong..."
Suddenly, a chill came over my shoulders that were exposed to the hot water!
Ying Chengjiao suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were scorching, instead of bending down to hide in the water, he stood up straight, exposing his waist and abdomen!
The gentle breeze blew on his shoulders, chest, and abdomen. The evaporation of the hot water took away the heat from his body, making him feel cool all over.
It's windy.
The light in the sky was dim. Dark clouds appeared out of nowhere and blocked the moonlight that was pouring down like mercury from the sky.
The light does not fall, the moon is blocking it, the light of the stars is dazzling when the bright moon cannot come out completely!
Snap~
Snap~
At first, one, two, three drops of rain fell.
Crash~
Crash~
Soon the sound of raindrops hitting leaves became a continuous line.
Wow wow wow~
Wow wow wow~
In less than a cup of tea time, the Milky Way broke its dam and fell into the human world. The sound of water became one and there was no other sound in the world!
Ying Chengjiao was soaked by the rain, his whole body was cold, but his chest was burning hot.
His internal energy circulated throughout his body to protect himself from being attacked by the cold and from contracting a cold.
Storms are coming.
A man who looked like a ghost, wearing a straw raincoat and holding an oil-paper umbrella, opened the door and walked towards Ying Chengjiao step by step.
It wasn't that the person was so good at walking that he walked silently, but that the heavy rain covered up the sound of his shoes falling.
"What is your Majesty doing? Saving water and using rainwater to cleanse yourself? You are going out of the house to welcome Zen, so you can just take shelter under the eaves."
Ying Chengjiao stared at Guiguzi who was getting closer and closer, jumped out of the barrel, and put on his wet clothes. The sound of thunder and rain could not suppress his voice at all.
"During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the country was in turmoil. Some people cried while others hid under the eaves, and some borrowed umbrellas and wore straw raincoats. Only I, Ying Chengjiao, would never avoid the rain. I would rather die singing in the rain than live under someone else's roof."
