"I, Sima Xin, the magistrate of Lingwucheng, have met His Majesty the First Emperor!"
Around the age of twenty-five, wearing a light black county magistrate's brocade robe that conforms to the official etiquette of the Qin Dynasty, he arrived quickly and quickly approached and bowed deeply.
Although one right arm is missing, he is still tall and strong when moving and moving, and there are two traces of scars remaining on his face.
The words were powerful, and I was overjoyed to see His Majesty the First Emperor come in person.
"Get up."
"Your right arm holding the sword is gone, but... I looked at the memorial document you presented. The brand new words are quite powerful."
"Did you write it yourself?"
Ying Zheng took a step closer and raised his hand in vain.
Looking at the Lingwu County Magistrate Sima Xin in front of him, he was surprised.
His right arm is missing, and although his brocade robes are fine, one arm is empty.
Looking at the spirit of Sima Xin in front of him, he smiled and asked lightly.
"Reply to Your Majesty, this is written by me personally."
"Back then, I followed Da Jijiu to attack the state of Yan. In the battle in Yannan, my arm was lost. Later, I learned to write with my left hand in a few months with the military doctor."
"The memorials and documents are tied to the heart and mind of the minister, so they cannot be written by others."
Sima Xin raised one hand, placed it in front of him, and bowed deeply.
"Sima Xin!"
"Sima, are you the descendant of Cheng Boxiu's father?"
"In the past, during the reign of King Xuan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Cheng Boxiu's father served as Grand Sima. He was in charge of the military and supported the government. He was given the surname Sima because of his meritorious service in the conquest of Huaiyi, his subjugation of Xu Fang, and his outstanding achievements."
"But so?"
Ying Zheng nodded with a smile and looked at Sima Xin in front of him. At such a young age, he was the magistrate of Lingwu County and could record such memorials and documents, so he felt very good about himself.
good.
On the other hand, Sima was not seen very often, so he felt something about it and made another comment.
"As His Majesty the First Emperor said."
Sima Xin saluted again.
Sima Xin?
Looking at the person in front of him and hearing his name, Zhou Qing looked at him a few more times.
Sima Xin?
Could it be that Sima Xin from the long river of time?
They are quite similar in age.
However, individual trajectories are different.
Sima Xin is now the magistrate of Lingwu County?
Broken an arm.
However... if you are able to come to Helan Mountain and do something, you are also a person with unique vision. Sure enough, you have gained something. In ten or twenty years, you may not be unable to enter Xianyang.
"Tell me again about the five-year planning vision for Helan Mountain Lingwu in your memorial document."
Ying Zheng turned his body slightly and looked at Helan Mountain in the distance.
The skirts are dancing and the horses are flying high, which is quite majestic.
This can be the gateway to the Central Plains.
At least the two counties in Hexi don't have such geographical conveniences as now.
"Here!"
Sima Xin salutes.
It was a great blessing to have His Majesty the First Emperor personally inquire about it, and it was also Lingwu's good fortune. Helan Mountain was the place we found by looking at the map at the National Protectorate Academy.
Therefore, after leaving the army, I chose to come here.
"His Majesty."
"I chose to come to Helan Mountain because I was taught at the National Protectorate Academy."
"..."
Sima Xin then said slowly.
The reasons why I chose to come to Helan Mountain back then will be listed one by one, and the conveniences of Helan Mountain itself will be fully expanded.
Definitely an excellent place to visit in the Central Plains.
The soil is fertile.
Abundant water conservancy.
There are many acres of land.
The light is also sufficient.
…
No matter which one you choose, it is no less inferior to the Central Plains. If this is indeed the case, why is there no reason why it is not a rich and prosperous place?
Continuing northward along Helan Mountain, passing Helan, Taole, Pingluo... the river gradually becomes more turbulent and the water becomes more powerful.
However, as we move further away from Helan Mountain, everything returns to the appearance that Beidi County should have, and the appearance of Beidi County close to the grassland.
grassland.
desert.
Gobi.
The wilderness of heaven and earth is completely silent.
"Aren't you ready to go back to Nanchang?"
There was one more person in the car traveling along the road.
The enchanting aura of fire spreads everywhere throughout his body.
If not Yan Lingji, who is she?
As the document that she asked Shu County to capture the iron-eating beasts fell down, she did things neatly. She rode the wind and landed the iron-eating beasts in Xianyang and Nanchang respectively.
Then, following the traces of the patrol car, he came directly to Beidi County to pursue him.
At this moment, he was lazily leaning on the soft couch in the car, watching with great interest Xi'er, who was not far away, enjoying her meal.
"Son."
"There is not much need for the Nu family in Nanchang. Xue'er and Yun Shu can handle it enough."
"The construction of the city is generally successful, but the specific details will take time."
"Counting the time, when the young master returns to Nanchang in midsummer, he will see the real Nanchang city."
"It's about the cultivation of the slave family. Master, do you think it has improved a lot recently?"
Yan Lingji giggled.
That is to say, when we first arrived in Nanchang City, it was relatively busy. Recently, it has been much better, and there are not many things going on. The prince's mansion is also under construction.
It's basically done.
There are many courtyards that need to be considered carefully. After all, the young master is a prince, how can he be careless?
With a raise of her hand, Xi'er's plate of sweet desserts was missing from the table in front of her.
The little guy was startled immediately, and then his eyes were fixed on Yan Lingji in the car. Since this person came, many of his things were not enough to eat.
This man always likes to eat his own food.
And he also likes to lie in his father's arms, there is no room for him to squeeze in.
"Xi'er, come!"
Continuing with the preface, Yan Lingji invites Xi'er.
"Father!"
Xi'er complained directly.
"You."
"I know that teasing Xi'er will make Xi'er cry. Dongjun will have to fight with you."
Zhou Qing smiled and waved, and the snack plate held by Yanling Wanlu returned to its original place. In the past few days... the little guy often complained about what he ate.
This made Dongjun speechless.
"Sir, my family also wants a child."
"It's best to have fun like Xi'er."
Yan Lingji was looking forward to it, her soft words fell, and flames appeared all over her body. The next moment, it was like a ball of flame falling into Zhou Qing's arms.
"Fun?"
"Do you know Princess Yangzi?"
"When Xi'er grows up to three or four years old, you will know how naughty she is."
Xi'er is naturally extremely cute at this time, but it will be different in two or three years. In an atmosphere of pampering all around, she is lucky if she doesn't give Dongjun a headache.
Holding Yan Lingji, who is as light as the wind, under the Hualian Pill, her face will remain forever, and her natural magic field will be successful. Every move, every smile, every word will be charming.
"When the child reaches the age of twelve, we have to worry about her future again."
Nong Yu is also a charming smile.
While touring Longxi, I had a lot of chats with Mrs. Li along the way. Mrs. Li was always talking about Yang Zi. With the princess’s current temperament, what will happen in the future?
In Xianyang Palace, His Majesty and Madame Li are still doting on you. What about the future?
Sure enough, she is betrothed to her husband's family, so what should she do?
They are all problems!
Nong Yu thought so.
As Sister Yan Ling said at this moment, Xi'er is cute and interesting now, but the time when she really needs to worry has not come yet.
"The slave family can't control that much. Young Master, you can just take care of it when the time comes."
Yan Lingji showed her head and shook it slightly, grabbing the loose skirt of the young master's clothes with her bare hands, instinctively playing with it.
Even if you really have a child, and there is a young master by your side, the young master will definitely make good arrangements, and you won’t have to worry about those things at all.
"You feel comfortable."
Zhou Qing raised his hand and knocked Yan Ling on the head.
Now you know how to take matters into your own hands.
After saying that, he looked towards Xi'er not far away.
I wonder what Xi'er will look like more than ten years later.
Staying by Dongjun's side is not a good idea after all.
Um.
However, I probably won't be able to stay with Dongjun for long. The results will come out when the Yin Yang family mirage goes east.
"Son."
"The younger brother of the Nu family has received news from Guan City. The Mo family has already taken measures in Guan City and seems to be preparing to abandon Guan City at the critical moment."
"To protect myself."
There is nothing wrong with staying in Nanchang.
That is to say, looking at the progress of those craftsmen, no one is fighting with me. Originally, without the document from the young master, I still might be able to go to Yingge's place.
Thinking of the parrot song, I have something to say.
"That was a smart decision."
"Mo Family!"
"I think this is a good school of thought. The people who have problems are the people of this school."
"Have you found the Phantom Sound Treasure Box?"
Moyu Qilin has already entered the government city.
Zhou Qing knew a long time ago that there were even other Da Qin secret agents in the government city. If he really wanted to take action, the government city could definitely be breached in an extremely short time.
But...the goal is to completely destroy the city.
Sometimes, making the wrong choice is also a sin.
I feel that some of the disciples of the Mo family are very innocent...and there is nothing I can do about it in the end.
"None yet!"
"The Phantom Sound Treasure Box should be deep in the Mo family's forbidden area."
Yan Lingji shook her head.
"Nongyu, prepare pen and paper, I have to write a document."
"In the Mo family's organ city, if necessary, there are many strange and secret techniques in the net, including poison. Let's capture all the Mohist disciples inside alive."
"Abandon all the cultivation skills and move them all to Hexi, Helan, Liaodong, and the South China Sea. This can be regarded as filling the borders and making full use of them."
Not many days after leaving Helan Mountain, Zhou Qing felt more and more the lack of people in the Xia Dynasty.
There are not ten thousand, but thousands of Mohist disciples in the city.
It would be a pity to kill them all.
Relocating border areas, no matter what, can be useful, even if it is just for one person to open up a few acres of farmland? That is also a considerable benefit.
"Sir, the Nu family feels that there is no need to be so nice to the Mohist disciples."
"Just kill them all and avoid big trouble in the future."
In the battle of Lanling City, if it had not been for Young Master Tianming, the Mohist disciples would have suffered even more casualties.
She knew the prince's heart, but Yan Lingji felt that she should be more cruel to those Mohist disciples and warn all schools of thought.
"It's enough to give up all your cultivation and get tattoos!"
Zhou Qing waved his hand.
Nongyu has already started to prepare.
"Father!"
Xi'er, who had just finished eating a plate of snacks, gave a lovely burp and drank some warm water. She was very satisfied.
It's time to rest for a while.
Taking small steps, his agile little body walked in front of his father, looking at Yan Lingji with a pair of beautiful pure eyes.
Express your dissatisfaction.
That's your place, not hers.
"Are you full?"
"You, look at your little face now chubby."
As he raised his hand, a vacuum source fell into Xi'er's body, dissolving the food energy that Xi'er had not been able to completely remove, so that it would not accumulate in the body and turn into flesh.
Although a child's fleshy body may be cute, but... if there is too much flesh, it will not be cute.
"Father."
Feeling something strange on his body, the little guy narrowed his eyes comfortably.
"Why don't you give up your position to Xi'er."
Seeing that Yan Ling had no consciousness at all, Zhou Qing pressed down with his palm, and Yan Ling fell directly onto the soft couch in the distance.
"Father!"
The little guy was immediately happy, and he quickly threw himself into his arms, found a comfortable position, and rolled around leisurely.
As for sleeping?
That's impossible.
…
…
The land of Beihe, Jiuyuan County!
Completely close to where the Hu people are in the north, parts of the Great Wall have been built. Some were built by the previous kings of Qin, and some are being built now.
The Golden Fire Cavalry led by Meng Tian have been traveling back and forth here for many years. The galloping roads here are extremely well built, running along the direction of the river, all the way to Jiuyuan, the seat of Jiuyuan County.
There...it's also a big city.
All industries gather together, and as the core of Jiuyuan County, stability is guaranteed.
According to the advice of the National Protector Academy, the Xiongnu did not have salt, millet leaves, etc., but...those people were indispensable for salt, millet leaves, etc.
If a person does not eat salt, he will become weak in three days.
People living on the grasslands will easily become indigestible if they don't drink tea, and it will be difficult for them to live long.
If we use salt and fine leaves to trade, we will gradually control the Xiongnu's plans. When everything changes in the future, we can directly remove them and make the Xiongnu disorganized.
There are also things that are prosperous in the Central Plains and imported into the grasslands, so that the people in the grasslands can bathe in the splendor of summer.
Some people also propose to import grain and grass into the grassland so that the people in the grassland will no longer graze cattle and horses. If things go on like this, after the people in the grassland get used to it, everything will be different.
…
All kinds of things, Zhou Qing thinks... are feasible.
Whether it is now or over time, many strategies are essentially the same, because that is the truth.
It's just a change of approach.
Go eastward along the river, pass by the border of Yunzhongjun, and go south to Shangjun.
Compared with what I saw when I first left Xianyang, the speed was much faster, because the First Emperor Ying Zheng went to Shangjun many times.
Go south.
Entering the pass.
Returned to the land of Xianyang in Neishi.
It was late autumn and early winter when we left Xianyang, and it was midsummer when we returned to Xianyang.
"I originally thought I could return in six months, but now it's almost eight months."
"You were lazy around me, while Xue'er and Yun Shu worked for you."
Xianyang City.
Just like when I left, there hasn't been much change. There are dedicated people in the house to organize it, and there's no sense of decay with time. It's just that there aren't many people there, so it seems a little deserted.
In the side hall.
Seeing Yan Ling who had followed him into Xianyang but not returned to Nanchang, he directly criticized him.
"Senior brother, are we going to Nanchang next?"
"What time to leave!"
Blue shirt and silver hair, quiet voice.
Xiaomeng didn't feel anything along the way. Everything was the same in the world of cultivation. It was better to stay with his senior brother.
Now that I have returned to Xianyang Mansion, senior brother will not be able to stay here for long.
"Ten days later!"
"I want to leave, but I really can't bear to leave this little guy."
Zhou Qing stood up and held Xi'er, who was playing with Shang Tongmo Fang, in his arms. He was about to go to Nanchang. From now on... in Xianyang, he would only have Dongjun as his companion.
Although I don't worry about whether Xi'er suffers.
Still...a little bit reluctant.
That is the connection deep in the blood.
"Father!"
The little guy was holding Mo Fang, who was about the same size as his fist. He felt that his father's words were a bit strange, so he raised his head and said childishly.
"Hahaha, let's go!"
"When you enter the palace with your father, you must wear princess clothes."