Chapter 499: Do you know what Zhang Chu in Han is doing?
There was another heavy snowfall in Yongcheng.
The scattered snow particles like sand fell down, accumulating little by little, and soon wrapped Yongcheng in a white gauze.
The bare branches are covered with white frost. Those that withstand the frost are beautiful sights, while those that cannot are picked up and, after drying, become excellent fire starters.
Although honeycomb coal costs five cents per stone and can be borrowed from the government, it is almost the same as giving it away for free for merchants and officials. But for the common people, five cents is not much, but it is not small either.
If you can pick up some dead branches and leaves, you can save some honeycomb coal.
If the money saved can be used to buy more millet, the family can have more food to eat, or it can help them survive a little longer in the severe winter when there is no livelihood.
They tried their best to stay alive.
Fortunately, the new emperor recruited soldiers, so not only was the biggest mouth to feed lost at home, but he was also able to send money back home.
As a result, each family had the equivalent of two more adult men's food rations, and the number of people killed in the harsh winter that had been cold and brutal for years was reduced by 70%.
Through the newly replaced colorless transparent glass, Ying Zheng held a pot of hot wine in his hand, admiring the beautiful scenery of heavy snow pressing on the branches outside the window, taking a sip from time to time.
Behind him was a low table embroidered with dragon patterns. Beside the table were four cushions, two empty and two occupied.
Zhao Ji, who has practiced seductive skills but is still dashing and not coquettish, and whose youth has passed but whose face remains young, does not wear any makeup and remains beautiful even when her face is bare.
The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes took away her youthful vitality and made up for the charm accumulated over the years.
There was a jar of wine in front of her, and she drank from it herself, sipping the strong liquor that could make a warrior drunk like a whale, laughing freely and naturally.
Wiping the wine from the corner of her mouth, she looked up and down at the Second Emperor, the son whom she had once wanted to kill, who was sitting on another cushion.
"Is "The Yellow Emperor" complete?"
Ying Chengjiao's body shook violently, he turned pale with horror and cried out in surprise.
"How did mother know that?"
Zhao Ji folded her arms and looked at Ying Chengjiao quietly, as if she was watching an actor at a banquet who was making exaggerated movements in an attempt to attract the attention of the noble and climb onto his bed to rise to fame overnight.
You continue to act, and I will watch slowly.
Ying Chengjiao chuckled, spread his legs which were a little numb from sitting straight, clenched his fists and praised:
"Mother, you have a keen eye, and I admire you very much.
"Mother knew that only by becoming the emperor could the Yellow Emperor be fulfilled?"
Zhao Ji, who was a little drunk, glanced at Ying Chengjiao.
"If I had known earlier, I would have let Zheng'er practice it. How could it be your turn?"
He sighed and looked at his biological son who was standing in front of the window, pretending to be a god, with a look of disappointment.
"It's just a guess."
For an emperor, martial arts is just the flower on the brocade, and the least important one at that.
If it is confirmed that Ying Zheng can become the perfect emperor, Zhao Ji is willing to let Ying Zheng learn all his unique martial arts to protect himself.
But if it's just a guess, it's not worth it to exchange being childless for a martial art that you don't know if you can keep.
After drinking half a jar of wine, Zhao Ji, whose face was already flushed, was a little tipsy, and her mouth was full of the smell of alcohol.
"When will the government be returned to Fusu?"
Ying Chengjiao did not hesitate.
"After the rebellion is quelled."
Ying Zheng, who had been facing away from the two of them, turned around and frowned into the shape of a deep "川" character.
“If you have the intention to return the government, you might as well return the government immediately.”
He walked over and smashed the warm wine pot heavily on the Chilong's big eyes, and his words were also full of alcohol.
“What does it mean to return the government?
"The throne originally belonged to you. I am giving it to you. This is called returning power."
Although his angry face was directed at his younger brother, his words were actually addressed to his mother.
Zhao Ji could tell what was going on and snorted coldly.
"The majesty of the First Emperor can only be displayed on my mother now?"
Ying Chengjiao looked left and right with great interest, his eyes moving constantly between his brother and mother. He picked up the wine jug and drank from it himself, exhaled with satisfaction, and clapped his hands.
"Fight! Fight!"
Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji, mother and son, turned their angry glares towards him at the same time. Mother and son were in unison, cursing him in unison, using the word "boy" over and over again.
The Qin Dynasty's swearing needs to be improved, it's simply not enough to break through the defense.
While Ying Chengjiao was being scolded, he was thinking about when to publish another book to improve the language output of the Qin Empire and write a Three Character Classic. This time he could sign his own name.
If a tyrant does not do something tyrannical, can he still be called a tyrant?
"You are thicker than the corner of the Great Wall!"
Seeing that Ying Chengjiao was not hurt at all, Ying Zheng cursed him angrily, declaring the end of this festive occasion.
Zhao Ji used the excuse of going to see if the food was ready in the kitchen and left the room to the two brothers.
"You've finally calmed down. Can you come see me now?"
"What the hell! Is this what you call a human being?"
"Haven't you always asked me to help you solve the Yellow Emperor problem? Now it's not solved?"
"Bullshit, did you intend to help me solve the Yellow Emperor? You are just trying to trick me!"
"Qin is judged by deeds, not by heart. You decide whether the solution has been solved or not!"
Ying Chengjiao held down Ying Zheng's hand holding the wine jug, tilted his head and looked at his brother with a look of contempt.
"I thought you just changed your hobbies, from never drinking to loving drinking, but I didn't expect your character to change even more. When did you become so shameless?"
Ying Zheng knocked his brother's hand away and put the spout of the pot against his mouth.
He couldn't drink half as much as his mother, but after drinking less than half a pot, he burped, shook his head and sang loudly.
"Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and flows to the sea, never to return?
"Don't you see! The mirror beside the bed shows my white hair! It was like blue clouds in the morning, but turned to snow in the evening!"
His singing was bold and unrestrained, with pauses and cadences changing according to the emotions in his heart.
He picked up the golden wine jug, returned to the window frame with a somewhat unstable body, and stretched out his hand to push it open with force.
Snow particles and cold wind rushed back together, hitting his face and penetrating into his broad chest through his open collar!
Ying Zheng shuddered, his eyes sparkling as he suddenly sobered up from the cold. He raised the wine jug to the cold night , facing the white jade plate that was blurred in the wind and snow.
"When life is good, you should enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let your golden cup be empty facing the moon.
"My disciples are born with talent, even if I spend all my money, I will come back!
"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and drinking three hundred cups at the party.
"Master Cen, Mr. Danqiu, I will sing a song for you, please listen to me.
"Bells, drums, jade and silk are not valuable enough, I just wish I could be drunk forever and never wake up.
"All the wise men and saints of the past have died, only the drinkers have left their names.
"In the past, King Chen held a banquet in Pingle, drinking ten thousand cups of wine and enjoying himself.
"Why do you say that I have little money? I must buy some wine to drink with you.
"A horse with five colors and a fur coat worth thousands of gold! Call my son to go out and exchange it for good wine! Let's share our eternal sorrow together!"
The First Emperor's singing voice flowed into the courtyard along with the night, and colored the area within a radius of 300 meters in this huge mansion.
Afang, who was stirring the spoon with her bare hands in the kitchen, smiled slightly and hummed the folk song of Zhao. The gentle tone combined with the arrogant singing of Ying Zheng made it sound like a song.
When her husband is happy, she is happy.
Whether it is Zhao Zheng, the First Emperor, or Ying Zheng.
Zhao Ji leaned against the kitchen door and listened to the couple's music, and sighed softly when the last syllable of the word "sorrow" fell.
"The tune of our Zhao country's iron cavalry and swords actually made you hum with such tenderness..."
Ah Fang took a spoon and tasted the pig's trotter soup that Ying Chengjiao had ordered, and then continued:
"Mother doesn't like it?"
"You are not my wife, why does it matter whether I like it or not? As long as Zheng'er is happy, that's enough."
"Mom, don't have this idea again."
Afang smiled and held Zhao Ji's hand like a little maid.
"My husband and I have not served our mother for these years. We will make up for these years in the future."
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the kitchen were whispering to each other, and the two brothers in the room were quarreling constantly.
Ying Chengjiao relied on his superior martial arts skills to forcibly close the window, interrupting Ying Zheng's passionate outburst driven by alcohol.
"You're such a killjoy!"
"I'm afraid that Li Bai will use this poem 'Xi Zu Kong' to hit you!"
Ying Zheng sneered and didn't bother to pay attention.
Sometimes he also admired his younger brother for being able to write so many poems with novel formats and profound artistic conception.
He can come up with a bunch of pen names and can even remember which pen name was used for which poem. It is not easy for an actor to achieve this level.
"The fire at the ancestral temple destroyed the power of the descendants and the power of the aristocratic families.
"The Prime Minister and the National Commandant are both your men, and they have no power to restrain you.
"Which of the Qin's predecessors could have had the same fate as you when he succeeded to the throne? You are so exhausted as an emperor, it's really a disgrace to the Ying clan!"
Ying Chengjiao sneered and did not give in at all.
"Hello! I have read through the history of the past three thousand years. Even in ancient mythology, I have never found an emperor faking his death. At most, I have brought shame to the Qin State, but you have brought shame to all the kings."
Ying Zheng smiled complacently.
"Can something extraordinary force you out?"
Ying Chengjiao gritted his teeth.
“This is extraordinary!
"Until now, no one has ever doubted that you are not dead!
"Li Si never asked, Lü Buwei never asked, even Xunzi never asked. My brother is really wise!"
After a burp, Ying Zheng sat down with his arm resting on the table.
"I have long told you that you must rule the world with a great momentum and a cunning strategy. If you want to abolish the system of slaves and concubines, then tell them that it must be abolished. Why are you mistaking a deer for a horse?
"I burned books, abolished the writing systems of the six states and promoted simplified characters, and required all places to change their tracks to follow the Qin State. Which of them agreed to this, but didn't they still do it?
"Don't use your human nature. Conspiracies and tricks can work for a while, but they won't last forever. You can deceive most people, but you can't deceive everyone.
"Li Si, Lu Buwei and the others did not doubt that I was alive, but they were smart people who would not ask this question. You can use some tricks to govern a Chang'an Palace. You can get two peaches and ask three retainers to divide them among themselves, but you can't govern a country.
“Three retainers stand in front of you, and you are asked to divide the two peaches. You should tell the one who doesn’t get one why he didn’t get one this time, so that he will work hard according to your standards.
"Look at you now. You held two small court meetings to show the ministers that they were checking each other. You also accidentally drowned a few people to show that you are cruel and tough. Isn't this the Korean style of art?
"You are the emperor and they are the subjects. They will do whatever you ask them to do. As long as they are obedient and sensible, why do you care what they think and say behind your back? You are an emperor, why are you playing a trick on a group of subjects?"
The First Emperor spoke with saliva flying, and it was obvious that he had been dissatisfied for a long time.
He was happy that his brother had ascended to the throne, happy that his brother had done things, so happy that he sang loudly.
Although he doesn't know what the winter conscription is for now, after nearly a month of reflection, he chooses to believe his brother.
During the Northern Expedition in the desert, no one was optimistic about his brother's tactics. He was prepared for heavy casualties and defeat, but in the end the Huns changed their king.
Further ahead, there was the cement used to build highways, and further ahead, the parallel system of counties and kingdoms. His younger brother's "Are there any kings, princes, generals, or ministers who are born with different races?" frightened him, but his work never let him down.
He felt that his brother was good in every way, except that he was not good at being a king! Could he not change his sinister and treacherous style?
"You know nothing. This is called political intrigue. You don't even know how to be an emperor!"
"I coined the word 'emperor', and you say I don't know how to be an emperor?"
"You just changed the word 'Son of Heaven' to 'Emperor'. What is there to be proud of?"
Ying Zheng was so angry that he searched the whole room for the Qin King's Sword.
"Don't look for it anymore. I threw it into the palace. Do you still think you are the King of Qin?"
Ying Chengjiao was constantly sarcastic and disdainful, but his heart was as clear as a mirror.
When it comes to being an emperor, the Qin Emperor comes first.
Among all the emperors from the Qin Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, the First Emperor was the only one who disdained to use political strategies.
No emperor could replicate the way the First Emperor ruled the country.
The First Emperor had no idea that the way of being an emperor, which he thought was extremely simple, had not been achieved by anyone in the following two thousand years.
"Get lost! You came here just to piss me off!"
The First Emperor, who couldn't find the Qin King's sword, waved his hand and drove them away.
"Yeah, why else? Come to you for advice? Stop it! I taught you everything you know."
"We've been talking about our childhood for more than ten years, and it's still not enough? Do you plan to talk about this old story for the rest of your life?"
"I do have this plan. It doesn't matter if the trick is new, as long as it's useful."
"You bastard!"
There was a lot of noise.
After sweating a little and with the smell of alcohol mostly gone, Ying Zheng sat cross-legged on the mat.
"Do you know what Zhang Chu in Han is doing?"
…
Chen Sheng had never felt that life was so good.
He lived in a palace, slept with beautiful women as his pillow, and had several beauties warm his bed with their bodies.
The wind outside the window was strong and cold, but the burning charcoal in the house brought Chen Sheng warmth.
He slept with beauties, ate delicious food, and drank fine wine every day, and often regretted that he rebelled too late.
The Qin State was not as powerful as imagined.
If he had known this, why would he have picked up a hoe and worked the land with those untouchables? He spent some time that he could not bear to look back on.
If possible, he really wanted to erase it. The glorious and majestic King Zhang Chu should have been tall all his life.
Some time ago, a farmer who worked with him came to visit him and he treated him well with good food and drink.
As a result, the peasant spread bad things about him throughout his palace, saying that he did not know how to farm, that he cried bitterly during his first meal , and that he had secretly watched a woman breastfeeding and swallowing her saliva.
Chen Sheng was very angry. Although he knew it was the fact, can facts be spoken?
The angry Chen Sheng found a random excuse and killed the old friend.
Untouchables are untouchables!
