Chapter 8: Human Heart (11)

"Grandma, my husband has always been respectful to you. Otherwise, I wouldn't let my daughter take Zongxun to live in the palace!" Seeing Fu Yanqing's face change again and again, with Fu Ying's cleverness, how could I guess why his father's reaction was? He stood up, walked behind Fu Yanqing, and said in a sweet voice while kneading his shoulders.

After being lurked by a large army of tens of thousands of dollars in the nest for several months, without any notice, no princes would feel better after discovering this situation. What's more, Fu Yanqing, who had walked back and forth in the bloody storm for several times. However, thinking about the time and recent actions of this army, and thinking about his own pink-like grandson, the old man's face suddenly looked much better. He slowly relaxed his tense shoulders, and shook his head again: "I'm old, I'm really old for my father. No matter whether I have any strength or knowledge, I can't compare with you young people. Forget it, you're right. No matter how much our Fu family expresses their opinions, they can't change the fact that the prince is my son-in-law!"

"Grandma, we were originally a family. The elders in the clan did it, but they were just a test for their husbands, and they were not serious!" Fu Ying smiled with his lips, and the strength in his hands gradually increased.

Of course, the best result for her father to be so open-minded. Otherwise, she really didn't know what to do? Throughout history, none of the deposed princes can have a good end. The husband can only move forward step by step and not retreat at all, otherwise, she and Zongxun will be doomed. If the Fu family continue to bet on both sides like before, or even let their nephews secretly go against Wang Jun, even if the prince can continue to act deaf and dumb in view of the relationship between her husband and wife, Zhao Kuangyin, Zheng Ziming, Pan Mei and Gao Huaide will probably take action.

If you move, it will not be a gentle breeze or drizzle.

As Chai Rong's pillow, Fu Ying knew clearly that the so-called "selling land and the people" and "squeezing stones and raising donations" were not as simple as outsiders' eyes. Outsiders only saw his husband and Zheng Ziming's promise of money, and carved the names of the wealthy families who were willing to sell grain at a fair price and provide material guarantees for river management on the stone tablet for future generations to admire. But they did not see where did those guys who wanted to use the backstage to freely take over the land of the court without paying a penny, and who wanted to hoard and continue to make money from the national crisis? If the heads that had been cut down by the bandits for three years in public and secretly for the past three years were buried under the river embankment, it might be exaggerating to say that one step was one. It would be absolutely uncommon for two to be one mile!

"Yes, family, family doesn't speak two words!" Feeling the slight trembling from the daughter's fingers, Fu Yanqing raised his hand, patted Fu Ying's back, and promised with a smile, "Don't worry, Grandpa is not old yet. It's time for those restless little guys at home to clean up. Alas, when the tree is big, there will always be some dead branches. It's better to cut it yourself than to cut it by others!"

"Don't take action too seriously, otherwise, my husband may blame me for being troubled!" Fu Ying raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, nodded obediently.

"I know that grasping the right position will not ruin your husband's reputation!" As an old man who has experienced countless storms, Fu Yanqing was very calm. "Little Eagle, you don't have to worry about this anymore. Be honest and wait to be your queen!"

"The father is in full swing, and my husband and children dare not ask too much!" Fu Ying's eyes turned red again when he heard this, shook his head and responded with a forced smile, "Daughter, I help my husband like this. First, he has always regarded his daughter as a treasure. To this day, there is only his daughter, the entire princess's mansion. Second, over the years, watching what he and Zheng Ziming and others do indeed make my daughter admire me. Not to mention that they have worked hard to govern the Yellow River, and have great merits. Just watching them recruit river workers from scratch, form teams, and then train soldiers and select soldiers, it makes people feel that every day is very fulfilling and happy, instead of sitting in the city withered and waiting for darkness as I used to back then!"

Only by comparing it can you know the difference. Compared with Li Shouzhen and his son who were rebelling in a daze, waiting to die in the city of sleep and sorrow, they would have to massacre the whole family before their death. Chai Rong and Zheng Ziming, two of them, who were determined to move towards their goals one by one, are simply from heaven and the underground.

If you have a goal in your heart and have a plan, you will naturally be calm when doing things. The couple will naturally unknowingly move their strength in one direction, and cooperate with each other more and more tacitly, and become more and more harmonious.

"Yes, your husband not only has vision, but also has means, perseverance and spirit." Although he was unknowingly put on a trick, Fu Yanqing still admired his son-in-law Chai Rong. "Take the matter of river control for example. He volunteered to do that back then. I don't know how many people laughed at him in the court and the country, hoping that he would be thankless. In three years, he became a Buddha in the eyes of the people on both sides of the Yellow River. Many people who didn't like him at the time regretted it so much that their intestines were tied together!"

"My husband probably didn't think so long at the beginning!" Fu Ying smiled and expressed humility, but his face showed unpretentious pride.

"Famousness is something that cannot be seen or touched, but it cannot be ignored." Fu Yanqing shook his head and continued to smile and sigh: "It's ridiculous that Wang Xiufeng thought that squeezing your husband out of Bianliang was a trick. When he really made full preparations and wanted to pull your husband, he would probably find that the hearts of the world had already been achieved by your husband, and he was destined to be in vain!"

Since he lost, he had to admit his account. Fu Laolang could afford to lose and let go. He would not refuse to admit the winner's strengths and strength just because he suffered a loss.

"It's good that Wang Shumi can take the initiative to see the gap between the two sides. His husband once said that it's rare for a few days to be peaceful, and he doesn't want to see bleeding anymore!" Since his father had already said the most critical point, Fu Ying no longer made any concealment and directly expressed his plans.

"That's good!" Fu Yanqing frowned slightly, wanting to say that his daughter and son-in-law are too kind to women. When he spoke to his lips, he changed his words again, "Gao Huaide has been running on the river bank for the past six months. I believe Gao Xingzhou has been secretly standing on your husband's side. I am, I will fulfill your wish and add another handful of dry firewood. Tell me, when do you want to write the memorial for Zheng Ziming? What is the right level for you to write!"

"The father wrote it truthfully, after all, the credit is obvious. However, the timeline needs to be adjusted slightly." Finally, Fu Ying cheered up and slowly revealed his preliminary arrangements. "In order to reduce the risk of flooding in the lower reaches of the Yellow River, Ziming specially sent Gao Huailiang to lead his men to dig a thirty-mile long and more than ten feet wide ditches seventy miles west of Qizhou. As long as a few gates are opened during the Yellow River flood season, 40% of the flood can be divided into ditches through the ditches. Now, the canal is about to be completed, and my husband and Ziming will also rush over to celebrate the brothers as soon as possible. At that time, if the father's son can be sent to Bianliang..."

"Qizhou is seventy miles west?" Fu Yanqing thought for a while and a complete map appeared in his mind. "I'm almost here to Bozhou, which is the closest place to the Yellow River and Ji River. It's easier to dig a ditch."

There is no need to say anything else. Both the father and daughter knew it well. When Guo Wei raised an army to clear the king, he killed the Yellow River from Bozhou. Now Chai Rong, Zheng Ziming and others have placed tens of thousands of river workers on the south bank of the Yellow River. If they want to go to Bianliang, they may even wave their hands. They even saved time to cross the river, and they would not leave much time for Wang Jun to mobilize troops!

This move is truly a masterpiece. It is so upright that people can't find fault. But it is also straightforward and neat, and you can be named a marquis by using a sword. Ling Fu Yanqing, such an old fox, can't help but applaud in his heart. However, thinking that the layout of this plan is very likely to be entirely out of Zheng Ziming's hands, the old fox's heart was shaking again. He laughed twice and quickly reminded: "Okay, okay, I will definitely write the memorial. I guarantee that it will not delay your husband's affairs. But, hiss--"

"If you have something to say, please tell me clearly!" Hearing that his father's tone had changed, Fu Ying frowned and urged him alertly.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. As a father is old, he will inevitably think more. Zheng Ziming, who is just young, has already been awarded a marquis. I'm afraid that this memorial will have to push him to another level. A man from another surname who is only in his early twenties, haha, haha, I'm afraid it's only under the command of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty!"

"So what? It's still far from being the king! Besides, at most it's a king with two words, and you still can't compare with your father!" Fu Ying raised his eyebrows and responded with a smile.

"You said you are against it. The King of Wei is really incomparable to him!" Fu Yanqing also shook his head and added with a smile, "The King of Father has been able to survive for a lifetime. Although he has many soldiers, he is not useful. Unlike your husband's third brother, who was shot with his real skills, he is also full of warlike generals like Pan Mei and Tao Dachun!"

A confidant who is too capable may not be all good things for Chai Rong and the future of Da Zhou. Moreover, Chai Rong is fifteen years older than Zheng Ziming. When he is in his sixties, he will no longer be energetic or accidentally pass away. Zheng Ziming, who is in his forties, holds heavy troops and is very supportive of his soldiers, would he be willing to be instructed by a junior?

Fu Laolang asked himself clearly enough. He also believed that with his daughter's intelligence, he could understand it. However, the answers coming from his ears were far beyond his expectations.

"My father is probably worried too much! Emperor Zhaolie of Han was more than fifteen years older than Zhuge Wuhou. Besides, his husband once said that if he wants to achieve unparalleled achievements, he must have an extraordinary measure. This is like when he led a caravan, if he went from a shopkeeper to a clerk, he would only choose his own skills. Then the business would only get smaller and smaller. It would be better to part early and take the spare money to eat and wait for death!"
Chapter completed!