Chapter 137 The First Emperor’s Little Arrogance

Author: March

Chapter 137 The First Emperor’s Little Arrogance

Did Zhao Si not trust the First Emperor? Maybe, maybe not.

Zhao Si did not dare to say whether the First Emperor would protect him, nor could he say whether the First Emperor would withstand the pressure for him.

But even if you can withstand it, so what?

The person who killed Shang Yang was not Qin Xiaogong Ying Quliang, but his son Qin Huiwen Wang Yingsi.

Qin Xiaogong and Shang Jun made a pact with Qingshan pines and cypresses. Shang Yang did not live up to Qin Xiaogong, and Qin Xiaogong also did not live up to Shang Yang.

But Qin Xiaogong could only protect Shang Yang I.

In the same way, looking at it more optimistically, the First Emperor, who did not massacre the heroes and did not use all the good bows to hide, may not be unable to preserve Zhao Si while he is alive.

"There's a fucking thirty-year age difference between me and the First Emperor..." Zhao Si was about to cry but had no tears.

If history goes by, the First Emperor would have passed away within these two years.

Even if the First Emperor lives for another ten or twenty years, what about his successor? He might be like King Huiwen of Qin, who killed Zhao Si to quell the people's anger.

Reform means cutting flesh, and reform means bleeding.

Relocating the nobles of the Six Nations, even if there are a thousand or ten thousand high-sounding excuses, is essentially depriving the old nobles of the Six Nations of their power, land, and wealth.

From the time Shang Yang implemented the reforms, the old clans and noble clans wanted to kill him.

In the beginning, Shang Yang's life and death was actually a tool for the game between the king and the old clan. If Shang Yang lived, the reform would continue. If Shang Yang died, the reform would end.

The main purpose of the old clan at the beginning was not to kill Shang Yang, but to obstruct the reform.

Until the end, the reform had become a fixed outcome and the ending could not be changed. The old clan still had the idea of ​​​​destroying it.

If it changes, let it change. If you can't stop it, then kill Shang Yang to vent your anger.

When their purpose changed from obstructing the reform to killing Shang Yang to vent their anger, Shang Yang's death was actually unavoidable.

Zhao Si himself knew his own abilities. He could not carry out such a national policy that affected the world. He could only give advice but not implement it.

Even if he is extremely talented and uses his extraordinary abilities to accomplish this, he will offend all the great nobles in the world. When the great nobles see that the situation cannot be changed, they will settle for the next best thing while handing over their power, wealth and land.

Killing Zhao Si to vent his anger couldn't be easier.

And the most critical thing is that Zhao Si has no intention of doing it himself, and he doesn't want to do it. He doesn't want to put himself in danger at all, let alone be chased away.

He had some national sentiments and some historical sentiments in his heart, but he couldn't do it if Zhao Si died for his country.

How to say this kind of thing...

Zhao Si felt that he was sitting well at home, and suddenly a man popped out and said, "Go, I have a narrow escape for you to do, but it will be enough to leave a name in history for the ages."

Zhao Si doesn’t want to do it at all…

It would be better to seek refuge with Liu Bang. Although Liu Bang was cunning, Zhao Si did not think as highly of himself as Han Xin did.

He doesn't have so many needs and obsessions, and he doesn't want to be a marquis.

It's okay to be a rich man, right?

Zhao Si's mind was full of thoughts, and he had no clue when he started writing.

The First Emperor glanced at Zhao Si, his expression slightly dark. The sun was at the top of the sky, so it was not too late.

The First Emperor looked at the sky outside, then looked at Zhao Si who bowed his head and said nothing and suddenly said: "Get back."

Zhao Si was stunned. In the past, he always had to accompany him. The First Emperor suddenly asked him to leave at noon. He knew it was because of his mood. Unfortunately, Zhao Si himself was also confused now, so he just pursed his lips and bowed to salute.

Resign.

"Enter the palace as normal tomorrow!"

Zhao Si had just reached the door when he heard the voice of the Emperor behind him. When he looked back, he saw that the Emperor had lowered his head and continued to handle official duties.

"only!"

"In three days, I want to see your first draft."

Zhao Si also nodded.

Three days is too short a time to complete a complete national policy.

A policy cannot be implemented just by patting the head and saying it will be implemented, nor can the formulation of a policy be done in a flash.

It seems to be just a relocation order, but which family should be relocated and which family should not be relocated? Qianshi only roughly assessed the scope, and the nobles may not have trouble with the people of Qin.

Where to move to, how to deprive them of their land and wealth locally, and what kind of restrictions should be imposed within the customs.

How to prevent them from jumping over the wall in a hurry, what kind of response measures should be adopted, who should be attracted and how to win over, these all need to be meticulous.

While conducting extensive strikes, we must also try to avoid accidental damage, try our best to protect Da Qin's basic market, suppress the unrest to an acceptable level, and obtain maximum benefits at the same time.

A small difference may mean the loss of a place.

Whether it is a favor order or a reward for winning a knighthood, the preparation time before starting is far more than a year, and it is definitely not something that can be completed by one person.

Three days is a very short period of time, but if you just draw up an initial direction, three days is more than enough.

"Why!"

After leaving the palace, Zhao Si raised his eyes, glanced at the palace door and sighed.

"Didn't you talk about the price of salt... Why did I go so far? Why do I have to talk so much? Let's bring the topic to this point... I have to pretend to be so cool. Now, my true colors have been exposed. I will have to suffer the consequences when I cut the body into pieces.

It’s a sin.”

Zhao Si stepped onto the carriage, secretly regretting it, not knowing that the First Emperor did it deliberately.

What the First Emperor wanted to hear was never Zhao Si's opinion on the price of salt. The First Emperor did not like Zhao Si's shyness and pity for the body, as well as his maturity and prudentness that were inappropriate for his age.

What the First Emperor wanted to hear was never those high-sounding and extremely superficial nonsense.

Zhao Si expressed too few opinions, always ignored them, and even used some high-sounding nonsense to fool him. Even the First Emperor could clearly tell the difference.

The price of salt was originally an introduction, a reason why the First Emperor naturally forced Zhao Si to stand up and face the Three Dukes directly and had to put aside those high-sounding nonsense and sincerely refute through his own opinions and thoughts.

What the First Emperor wanted to see was Zhao Si's governing philosophy and Zhao Si's understanding of the current Qin Dynasty.

This is also why after Zhao Si spoke, the First Emperor deliberately interrupted the meeting to ask questions alone after realizing what Zhao Si was going to say.

The First Emperor's original intention was to see what Zhao Si was hiding and what Zhao Si was thinking, rather than letting Zhao Si, as a mere right concubine chief in his twenties, compete with those old foxes to attract firepower.

Zhao Si took back his bicycle frame and stood on it. It was the first time he got off work so early, and Zhao Si was not used to it for a while.

In the past, he would stay in the palace until night before going home. After returning home, he would inspect his farmland, influence the growth of crops through the jade halo, and have to fight fiercely with the maids before he could sleep peacefully.

, sometimes I have to go to Zou Feng to ask for advice, which is extremely fulfilling. I am busy from morning to night, and now I am suddenly free. Zhao Si doesn’t know what he should do when he has enough time.

Going to inspect the work progress of Master Ling and the Mohist disciples? Zhao Si was not in the mood at all.

Going to see how the crops are growing? I’m not in the mood now.

Spending the day fighting with the maid to avoid problems? Zhao Si probably doesn't have the physical strength.

"Let's go to Lantian..." Zhao Si finally remembered his big dog friend Wang Li.

Wang Li was a carefree guy, and he was the first friend Zhao Si made in Da Qin. Wang Li had been thinking about him since the last time he asked for leave to go hunting with Zhao Si and Zhao Si took him there to farm.

If you don't take advantage of your free time to meet Wang Li for a hunting trip, you can still complete the unfinished agreement.

"Hey... I still hated the First Emperor for nothing."

Zhao Si urged the carriage with dejection.

The First Emperor was obviously angry, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed himself to get off work so early, before taking a nap or having dinner...

However, when I thought about how the First Emperor asked me to enter the palace as usual tomorrow before I left, I was inexplicably still a little arrogant.

"My head must be broken because I'm so close to death!"

Zhao Si patted his head and went straight to Lantian.

After entering Lantian, Wang Li came trotting over without waiting for long.

Wang Li stepped onto the carriage eagerly and enthusiastically, muttering to himself: "Now that I have become a minister, I am really a busy man. The last time I asked you to go hunting in the countryside, I have postponed it until today!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, I can't stay any longer!"

"The name of Minister Zhao is still useful. My father didn't even ask me why. He just heard that you invited me to go out, so he agreed immediately!"

"Why are you free today? Minister Zhao? Chief Zhao?"

On the bicycle frame, Wang Li poked Zhao Si's shoulder with his elbow.

"How are my driving skills?" Zhao Si drove the horse at full speed. He did not respond to Wang Li's thoughts, but asked a mindless question.

"Yes, compared to before, we have made great progress. Now in the battle formation, Zhao Shuchang can also be the master of a car, driving directly through the enemy's formation!" Wang Li gave a fair evaluation.

As time goes by, Zhao Si becomes more and more like a serious nobleman.

Zhao Si learned the aristocratic skill of driving and riding horses very quickly, and now it seems that with less than half a year of practice, Zhao Si can be considered an expert.
To be continued...