Chapter 495 Do you know what Zhang Chu is doing in Han Dynasty?
There was another heavy snowfall in Yongcheng.
Snow particles as scattered as sand fell rustlingly, accumulating into large pieces, and soon Yongcheng was wrapped in white gauze.
The bare branches are covered with white frost, and those that can withstand the beauty are beautiful. Those that cannot withstand it are picked up, and after drying, they become a good fire starter.
Although briquettes cost five cents a stone and could be borrowed from the government, for merchants and officials it was not much different from giving it away for free, but for the common people, five cents was not much, but it was still a lot.
If you can pick up some dead branches and leaves, you can use less briquettes.
The money saved can buy more millet, and the family will be able to have more food, or it can survive the severe winter when there is no livelihood.
They tried their best to survive.
Fortunately, the newly replaced Majesty has recruited troops, and not only is the biggest foodie missing in the family, but he can also send wages home.
This time and again, each family has the equivalent of two more adult men's rations. The severe winter that has been plagued by killings in the past has reduced the number of people killed by 70% this time.
Through the newly installed colorless transparent glass, Ying Zheng held a pot of hot wine in his hand, admiring the beautiful scenery of the heavy snow on the branches outside the window, taking a sip from time to time.
Behind him is a low-legged table with a dragon pattern embroidered on it. There are four futons beside the table, two are empty and two are occupied.
After practicing the charm skills, she is sassy but not enchanting. Her years have passed but her face is not old. Zhao Ji does not apply any makeup, but she is still beautiful.
The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes took away her youthful vitality and made up for the charm accumulated over time.
She placed a wine jar in front of her and drank from it, sucking like a long whale the liquor that could make a warrior drunk, smiling wantonly and naturally.
Wiping a drink from the corner of her mouth, she looked up and down at the second emperor sitting on another futon, the son she once wanted to kill.
"Is "Yellow Emperor" complete?"
Ying Chengyu's body suddenly shook, he turned pale in shock, and cried out in surprise.
"How did my mother know that?"
Zhao Ji folded her arms and looked at Ying Chengyu quietly, as if she were watching a Ling You who made exaggerated movements at a banquet to attract the attention of noble people, climbed onto the bed and climbed to the sky in one step.
You continue to act, I will watch slowly.
Ying Chengyu smiled, opened his legs that were a little sore from sitting upright, held his fists in his hands and praised:
"My mother has a sharp eye, and my son admires her very much.
"My mother would have known that only by becoming emperor can "Yellow Emperor" be fulfilled?"
Zhao Ji, who was quite drunk, looked sideways at Ying Chengyu.
"If I had known earlier, I would have asked Zheng'er to practice. Is it your turn?"
With a sigh, he glanced at his biological son who was standing in front of the window.
"Just a guess."
To the emperor, martial arts is like a flower on the brocade, the least important one.
If it is determined that the emperor can fulfill the "Yellow Emperor", Zhao Ji is willing to let Ying Zhenglian use his unique martial arts to defend himself.
But if I'm just guessing, it's not cost-effective to exchange a childless child for a martial arts that I don't know whether to keep or not.
After drinking half a jar of wine, Zhao Ji's face was already flushed, and she was very drunk. Her mouth smelled of alcohol.
"When will the government return to power and support Su?"
Ying Chengyu did it without thinking.
"After putting down the rebellion."
Ying Zheng, who had always turned his back to the two of them, turned around, his brows furrowed into a deep "Chuan" character.
"If you have the intention of returning to power, you might as well return to power immediately."
He came over and smashed the warm wine bottle heavily on Chilong's big eyes, and his words smelled of alcohol.
“What does returning power mean?
"The throne is yours. If I give up the throne to you, this is called returning the throne."
Although the angry face was directed at my brother, the words were actually meant for my mother.
Zhao Ji couldn't tell and snorted coldly.
"Can the majesty of the First Emperor be expressed only in my mother now?"
Ying Chengyu looked left and right with interest, his eyes darting between his brother and his mother. He picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a drink. He let out a sigh of satisfaction and patted his palms.
"Fight! Fight!"
Ying Zheng, Zhao Ji, mother and son turned their angry gazes to him at the same time. Mother and son responded in unison, scolding each other and saying the word "Shu Zi" over and over again.
The Qin Dynasty's curses need to be improved, and there is no way to break the defense.
After Ying Chengyu was scolded, he was thinking about when to publish another book, improve the language output of the Qin Empire, and write a Three-Character Classic. This time, he could write his own signature.
If you don't do something stupid, how can you still be called a fool?
"Your skin is really thicker than the corners of the Great Wall!"
Seeing that Ying Cheng was not in pain or itching, Ying Zheng cursed bitterly, declaring that the scene of singing of birds and fragrance of flowers was over.
Zhao Ji excused herself to see if the chef's food was ready, so she left this room to the two brothers.
"The anger has finally subsided. Can you come and see me?"
"What the hell! What are you doing called human affairs?"
"Didn't you always ask me to help you solve the "Yellow Emperor" problem, and now it's not solved?"
"Fart, did you mean to solve "Yellow Emperor" for me? You just tricked me!"
"The Qin State talks about deeds but does not care about the heart, so just say that the solution has not been solved!"
Ying Chengxuan held down Ying Zheng's hand holding the wine bottle, tilted his head and looked at his brother with a look of disdain on his face.
"I thought you just changed your hobbies, from never drinking to loving drinking. I didn't expect your character to change even more. When did you become so shameless?"
Ying Zheng knocked off his brother's hand and held the spout to his mouth.
He drank less than half the bottle as his mother did, and then he burped, shook his head, and sang loudly.
"Don't you see? The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky! It rushes to the sea and never returns.
"Don't you see me? There is a bright mirror on the bedside, my sad white hair! The morning is like blue clouds, and the evening is like snow!"
His singing voice is bold and uninhibited, with pauses and ups and downs according to the mood in his heart.
Picking up the gold wine flask, he returned to the window lattice with a somewhat unsteady figure, and stretched out his hand to push it open.
The snow particles and the cold wind poured back together, hitting his face, and penetrated from his open collar into his broad chest!
Ying Zheng shuddered, suddenly awake due to the cold, his eyes sparkling, he raised the wine bottle out of the window into the cold night, facing the white jade plate blurred in the wind and snow.
"If you are happy in life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let the golden scorpion stand against the moon in the sky.
"I was born with talents, and I will come back even after I have spent all my money!"
"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cows, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, sings a song with you, asking you to love me.
"Bells, drums, jade and silk are not expensive. I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.
"In ancient times, all the sages died, but only the drinkers left their names.
"In the old days, King Chen used to have banquets, fights of wine and banter.
"What does the master say about having little money? It's up to you to sell it.
"Five-flowered horse! Thousand-gold fur! I will give you fine wine in exchange for it! I will sell the eternal sorrow with you!"
The First Emperor's song flowed along the night into the courtyard, filling the entire 300-meter radius of this large mansion.
Afang, who was serving a spoon in the kitchen himself, smiled slightly and hummed a folk song from the State of Zhao. The gentle tone and the arrogance of Ying Zheng's singing made it sound like a piece of music.
When her husband is happy, she is happy.
Whether it is Zhao Zheng, the First Emperor, or Ying Zheng.
Zhao Ji leaned on the kitchen door and listened to the couple's ensemble, and sighed quietly when the last sound of the word "sorrow" fell.
"The melody of our Zhao Kingdom's golden war and iron horse actually made you sing your heart out for hundreds of times..."
Afang took a spoon and took a sip of the hoof soup that Ying Chengyu named, and then said smoothly:
"Auntie doesn't like it?"
"You are not my gentleman, does it matter whether I like you or not? As long as Zheng'er likes you, that's fine."
"Mom, we can't have this idea anymore."
Afang smiled and took Zhao Ji's hand, like a little maid.
"My husband and I have not served my mother all these years, and we will make up for the debt we owe these years in the future."
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the kitchen kept whispering, and the two brothers in the room kept arguing.
Ying Chengyu relied on his martial arts skills to forcefully close the window, interrupting Ying Zheng's emotional outburst due to his drunkenness.
"You are such a spoiler!"
"I'm afraid that Li Bai will follow this song "Cherishing the Empty Bottle" and hit you!"
Ying Zheng sneered and didn't bother to answer.
Sometimes he admires his younger brother for being able to compose so many poems with novel styles and profound artistic conceptions.
I can still come up with a bunch of pen names, and I can still remember which poems have which pen names. It's not easy to do this in acting.
"A fire in the ancestral temple can burn away the power of the queen, and also the power of the family.
"The Prime Minister and the Imperial Guards are all yours, and there is no Prime Minister's power to hold you back.
"Which of the ancient kings of the Qin Kingdom could be in the same situation as you when they succeeded to the throne? You are so tired of being the emperor. You are really embarrassing to the Ying family!"
Ying Chengqiao sneered and refused to give in.
"Hello! I have read through the history of the past three thousand years, and even in ancient myths, I have never found an emperor who faked his death. The most I can do is embarrass the Qin State, and you can embarrass all the kings."
Ying Zheng smiled proudly.
"Unless something extraordinary happens, can I force you out?"
Ying Chengyu gritted his teeth.
"This is so extraordinary!
"Until now, no one has doubted that you are alive!
"Li Si didn't ask, Lu Buwei didn't ask, and even Xunzi didn't ask. My brother is so wise!"
After burping from wine, Ying Zheng sat down with his arms on the table.
"I have told you a long time ago that we must carry forward the great trend and carry out Yangtang's plan to govern the world. If you want to abolish the concubines, then tell them that they must be abolished. Why do you want to turn a deer's finger into a horse?
"I burned books, abolished the Six Kingdoms script and promoted simplified Chinese characters, and asked various places to change their tracks to be based on Qin. Which of them agreed with this, but didn't they still do it?
"Don't use your human heart and human nature. Conspiracies and tricks can work for a while, but they won't last forever. You can hide it from most people, but you can't hide it from everyone.
"Li Si, Lu Buwei and the others have not suspected that I am not dead, but smart people like them will not ask this question. To govern a Chang'an palace, you can use some tricks to get two peaches, and the three disciples can divide them among themselves. How can you govern the country?
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"Three diners stand in front of you, and you share the two peaches. To the person who didn't get it, you have to tell him why he didn't get it this time, and he will work hard according to your standards.
"Look at you now, holding two small court meetings to show the officials that you are checking and balancing each other. You also accidentally drowned a few people, showing that you are cruel and tough. Isn't this the Korean style of magic?
"You are the emperor and they are ministers. They will do whatever you want them to do. As long as they are obedient and sensible, you don't care what they think or say behind their backs? You are an emperor, what are you doing with a group of ministers?"
The First Emperor spoke so loudly that he was obviously dissatisfied for a long time.
He was happy for his younger brother to be in the position, happy for his younger brother to do things, and he was so happy that he sang loudly.
Although he still doesn't know what the winter conscription is for, after nearly a month of pondering, he chooses to believe in his brother.
During the Northern Expedition in the Desert, everyone was not optimistic about his younger brother's tactics. He was already prepared to suffer a major defeat with the loss of troops and generals. As a result, the Huns changed their kings.
The concrete construction of Chi Road further ahead, and the parallel system of prefectures and states further ahead, his younger brother's "Princes, generals, ministers, rather have the kind" frightened him, but he never let him down in his work.
He thinks his brother is good at everything, but being the king is very bad! Can't he change his sinister and cunning style?
"You know nothing, this is called conspiracy, you don't even know how to be an emperor!"
"I coined the word emperor. You say I don't know how to be an emperor?"
"You just replaced the word 'Emperor' with 'Emperor', what is there to be proud of?"
Ying Zheng was so angry that he searched all over the house for King Qin's Sword.
"Stop looking for me. I threw it in the palace. Do you still think you are the King of Qin?"
Ying Chengyu kept sarcastic and sarcastic, dismissive on his lips, but like a bright mirror in his heart.
When it comes to being an emperor, Emperor Qin is the first.
From the Qin Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, among the emperors of the past dynasties, the First Emperor was the only one who disdained the use of power.
No emperor could replicate the way the First Emperor was emperor.
The First Emperor had no idea that what he thought was an extremely simple way to become an emperor would be something that no one would be able to do for two thousand years to come.
"Go away! You came here just to make me angry!"
The First Emperor, who could not find the King of Qin's Sword, waved his hand to drive them away.
"That's right, otherwise why would I ask you for advice? Stop making trouble! That little bit of ink in your belly was all taught by me."
"What happened when I was a child? I haven't said enough after talking about it for more than ten years? Do you plan to talk about this old thing forever?"
"We do have this plan. The recruitment is not new, just useful."
"Shu Zi!"
It was noisy for a while.
Ying Zheng was sitting cross-legged on the futon after sweating a little and most of the alcohol had dissipated.
"Do you know what Zhang Chu is doing in Han Dynasty?"
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Chen Sheng has never felt that life has been so easy.
He lived in a palace, slept with beautiful women on his pillow, and asked several beauties to warm the bed with their bodies.
The wind outside the window was strong and cold, but the charcoal burning inside the house brought Chen Sheng warmth.
He sleeps with beautiful women every day, eats delicious food, and drinks fine wine, and often regrets that he rebelled too late.
Qin is not as powerful as imagined.
If he had known this, why would he have used a hoe to farm with those untouchables? A period of time had passed that was unbearable to look back on.
If possible, he really wanted to erase the fact that the glorious and majestic King Zhang Chu should have been tall and tall throughout his life.
A few days ago, a farmer who farmed with him came to his door. He gave him good food, drinks and hospitality.
As a result, the peasant spoke ill of him everywhere in his palace, saying that he didn't know how to farm, that he cried bitterly when he ate his first meal, and that he had peeped at a woman breastfeeding and swallowing her saliva.
Chen Sheng was very angry. Although he knew this was a fact, could it be true?
The angry Chen Sheng killed the old friend for any reason.