After Zhu Xiang ordered his men to settle Bian Que and his disciples, he still looked a little dazed.
Zichu wondered, "Are you that surprised?"
Zhu Xiang pressed Zichu's shoulders and shook him: "That's Bian Que! The great doctor Bian Que!"
Zichu, who was almost knocked unconscious, raised his foot and kicked Zhu Xiang. Zhu Xiang let go of his hand that was pressing on Zichu's shoulder and moved sideways to avoid Zichu's kick.
"I've heard of Bian Que, but not the name of a miracle doctor." Zichu acted very indifferent. "His medical skills are probably about the same as those of the imperial doctors in the palace. What's so surprising about that?"
Zhu Xiang said: "It's far from it!"
Zichu insisted: "Almost."
Zhu Xiang said excitedly: "Haven't you heard of the legend of Bian Que?"
Zichu said, "So what? There are many legendary doctors. Fame does not mean good medical skills. Those with good medical skills will definitely enter the palace."
Zhu Xiang was speechless. What kind of confidence and prejudice is this that belongs to the nobility? There are also miracle doctors among the people, okay
After Zichu poured several basins of cold water on him, Zhu Xiang managed to calm down.
The difference in his cognition and Zichu's cognition is probably the difference in vision of people of his time, or the difference in the filters that later generations use for historical celebrities
Nowadays, Bian Que's reputation does not seem to be that prominent. He is just a good doctor whose behavior conforms to contemporary reality, and there is nothing miraculous about him.
Legends are always exaggerated. Perhaps if he had met the real Hua Tuo, Hua Tuo would not have performed a craniotomy, which is very difficult even in modern society.
Zhu Xiang had some wild thoughts, but was still very happy to meet Bian Que. He excitedly asked Bian Que whether he would accept his sponsorship.
After hearing the origin of the name "Bian Que", Zhu Xiang respected Bian Que's choice and did not ask him to become the family's doctor. He just proposed to give Bian Que some conveniences for free, so that Bian Que could study medicine and practice medicine among the people.
It would be even better if Bian Que could communicate with him at any time and inform him when he changed places. If his relatives or friends were sick, he could ask Bian Que to come and see them.
Although Zichu said that the medical skills of the Qin imperial physician and the folk doctor Bian Que were similar, and there were too few good and reliable doctors in this era, Zhu Xiang still hoped to get to know one more, just as an extra layer of insurance.
Bian Que didn't know why Zhu Xiang valued him so much.
Zhu Xiang said half-truthfully, "I heard that people with good medical skills would serve the nobles, but Bian Que practiced medicine among the common people. I hope you can train more people, so that one day, people who are not nobles can also seek treatment from real doctors."
When Zhu Xiang said this, he felt a little heavy in his heart.
"The old man has heard of it, too. I am a commoner. If commoners get sick, they usually just take it on their own. If they can't handle it, they'll rely on their experience to find some herbs. If they still can't handle it, they'll look for the village witch doctor."
"Witch doctors are usually people who are familiar with herbs, but most of them do not know medical skills. They just use some supernatural excuses to deceive people, such as burning incense and kowtowing to cure all diseases."
"I hope that medical skills can be popularized, and that everyone can have the opportunity to find a real doctor to treat them when they are sick, just like I hope that everyone can have enough food and clothing."
Zhu Xiang said embarrassedly: "This ideal is far from reality, but no matter how far the road is, it all starts from the ground. Now that I have met you, I hope that meeting you can shorten the distance between me and my ideal."
Bian Que looked straight into Zhu Xiang's eyes, with indescribable emotions welling up in his heart.
"Bian Que" is a bird. In the folk legends of Zhao State, "Bian Que" represents hope and luck, so the famous folk doctor came up with the name "Bian Que".
"Duke Zhu Xiang, the ideal you mentioned is also my ideal." Bian Que held Zhu Xiang's hands and said, "But I don't know how to do it. Can Duke Zhu Xiang teach me?"
Zhu Xiang was a little embarrassed and said, "How can this be preachy? Let's improve together!"
Bian Que said: "No matter the age or status, the wisest one can be my teacher. After I heard about Duke Zhu Xiang's prevention and treatment of plague, I knew that he must be the teacher I was looking for, so I came to see you. Please teach me, Duke Zhu Xiang!"
Bian Que let go of Zhu Xiang's hand and knelt on the ground.
Zhu Xiang frantically knelt down with a plop: "Sir, please get up quickly. I... Well, I will try my best to think of a solution. Let's think of a solution together. I will tell you everything I know, and you can write medical books to teach students. How about that?"
Outside the window, Zichu, who was eavesdropping while holding Ying Xiaozheng, put down his heavy son and rubbed his arms.
Ying Xiaozheng first looked at his weak father with disdain, then lowered his voice and said, "I knew that the man named Bian Que was definitely not an accidental encounter, he must have come for my uncle."
Zichu said: "When a great sage appears in the world, people who are eager to learn will flock to him."
Ying Xiaozheng pinched his chubby little chin and said grimly: "As long as my uncle is here, all the talents in the world will be in my hands!"
Zichu looked down at Ying Xiaozheng's small fleshy hand and said, "It's not your hand, it's all in Qin."
Ying Xiaozheng said: "Entering Qin means entering my hands!"
Zichu said disdainfully: "Grow your teeth first before you say that."
Ying Xiaozheng pouted and looked angry.
Seeing his son's deflated expression, Zichu looked pleased.
Zhu Xiang finally persuaded old man Bian Que and went out with a tired look on his face. As soon as he came out, he saw the future King of Qin and his son, one big and one small, eavesdropping on him.
"Are you bored? The Chu people are about to attack us, and you have nothing to do?" Zhu Xiang said unhappily.
Ying Xiaozheng argued: "The Chu people attacked me, what does it have to do with a seven-year-old child like me? Children should have nothing to do. It was my father who avoided work, not me."
Zichu: “…” If Zhu Xiang wasn’t here, he would definitely press his son over his knees and spank him.
In fact, Zichu really did fight.
When they were in Xianyang, Ying Xiaozheng made too much noise one day and was pinned on the knees and slapped by Zichu.
Ying Xiaozheng yawned without shedding a single tear, which made Zichu so angry that he wanted to beat him with a stick.
At this time, Zhu Xiang appeared at the right time, snatched the naked Ying Xiaozheng, and ran away with him in his arms.
After that, Zichu no longer beat Ying Xiaozheng personally, but went directly to Xue Ji to complain.
Xue Ji's hands were heavier than his, and she could beat Ying Xiaozheng until he cried. Occasionally, Zhu Xiang would use a stick, and he could only watch helplessly, not daring to persuade or even snatch it.
"He came to you because he admires you, why are you not happy?" Zichu asked.
Zhu Xiang said: "It's not that I'm unhappy, I just feel a little stressed."
Zhu Xiang paused for a moment and asked in confusion, "Am I so famous that even Bian Que came to me for help?"
Zichu and Ying Xiaozheng both showed a speechless look of "are you kidding me" at the same time.
You don't know your own reputation? Zhu Xiang/Uncle, are you a fool?!
Zhu Xiang looked at the expressions of the future King of Qin and his son, and said embarrassedly: "Ah, it turns out that I am really famous. Will there be more talented people from history coming to me in the future?" He doesn't have to look for historical celebrities, but instead historical celebrities will come to him
Zichu was curious: "Who else do you want to come to you?"
Zhu Xiang pondered for a while and said, "It seems that there is no one else."
He didn't remember many famous people from the Warring States Period. They were either under Zheng'er or killed by him. So if he did nothing, the famous people who were supposed to come would definitely gather under Zheng'er. He really didn't have anyone he particularly yearned for.
If he had to say there were people he wanted to see, they were either silent or children. For example, he really wanted to see Fusu, the tragic eldest son of Zheng'er's family.
I wonder if Zheng'er would still name his eldest son Fusu. Regardless of whether Zheng'er's eldest son is named Fusu or not, given Zheng'er's personality, he would probably give his eldest son to himself to raise.
Ying Xiaozheng pulled Zhu Xiang's sleeve, and Zhu Xiang picked up Ying Xiaozheng reflexively.
Ying Xiaozheng asked: "Really? Will there be no more talented people in the future?"
Zhu Xiang smiled and said, "Aren't there enough talented people around Zheng'er?"
Ying Xiaozheng said arrogantly: "It will never be enough!"
Zhu Xiang said: "Then Zheng'er should unify the world as soon as possible, so that talented people in the world who want to make a career will naturally come to Zheng'er, and Zheng'er won't have to look for them." Zichu said dissatisfiedly: "Zheng'er's father is still here, why didn't you tell me this?"
Zhu Xiang held Zheng'er in his arms and walked towards the courtyard with Zichu, saying, "Oh? Xia Tong, you also have such a grand wish? Then let me ask you, if you unify the world, what name would you give yourself?"
Although he knew Zhu Xiang was joking, Zichu still thought seriously: "Aren't titles decided by future generations? But if we can unify the world, it's not bad to decide on a title first. How about Zhao? King Zhao of Qin?"
Zhu Xiang burst out laughing.
Old King Qin, come quickly, your grandson is trying to steal your title!
"Zheng'er, come and teach your father, who has a weak imagination, what kind of name you should give yourself if you unify the world." Zhu Xiang patted Ying Xiaozheng's chubby little butt who was sitting on his arm, "Let your father know how big the gap between people is."
Ying Xiaozheng glanced at Zichu with disdain and said, "My merits in unifying the world exceed those of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. I will combine the titles of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors into one. I will not be called a king, but an 'Emperor'. Starting from myself, I will be the First Emperor. The emperor is supreme, how can I let future generations decide on his posthumous title? From now on, I will abolish posthumous titles. I am Qin Shi Huang, and my descendants will be Qin Ershi, Qin Sanshi, and so on and so forth!"
When he was in Handan and his mind was not clear, he muttered this to his uncle. At that time, his uncle picked him up and kissed him, saying that Zheng'er was amazing, but he could not tell this to others until he became the King of Qin.
Then a few days later he came to the dream room, his mind became clear, and he almost died of anger by hammering his head with both hands.
How can you say such things! Me outside the dream, are you a fool
Fortunately, my uncle doted on me too much and didn't care about my nonsense.
But now, although he was not the King of Qin yet, he told his uncle when he asked.
Zichu's face twitched violently several times, his expression changed constantly, and he looked like he was gritting his teeth.
Zhu Xiang fanned the flames: "Isn't it embarrassing? Are you ashamed? Look at the gap, this gap, tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
Zichu took a deep breath and calmed down.
He smiled and said, "Zheng'er is right. If I can unify the world, I should be called 'Emperor'. From now on, I will be the First Emperor of Qin, and Zheng'er will be the Second Emperor of Qin."
Zhu Xiang let out a loud laugh.
Ying Xiaozheng was petrified and cracked.
Zichu smiled and touched his petrified and cracked fat son's little head: "Thank you, Zheng'er."
Ying Xiaozheng was shaking, and the cracks on the petrified statue were getting bigger and bigger.
Zhu Xiang continued to laugh.
Do you think I'm bullying Zichu? No, I'm bullying Zheng'er too! Hahahaha, I knew it would be like this! Zheng'er's expression is so cute!
“Uncle… Uncle…” The stone statue of Ying Xiaozheng weathered and turned back into a chubby and aggrieved little nephew, hugging Zhu Xiang’s neck and grinding his teeth.
Zichu continued to touch his son's little hair: "Zheng'er will be the second emperor of Qin in the future. Are you happy?"
Ying Xiaozheng was so angry that his scream almost pierced Zhu Xiang and Zichu's eardrums: "Not happy!"
Zichu and Zhu Xiang laughed heartily together.
The selection of titles is still in the distant future. Now Zichu is just the prince's grandson, and Zheng'er is still the prince's great-grandson.
As expected, the people of Chu were ready to make a move. Zichu was busy pacifying the people and raising logistics; Wang Jian was anxiously consolidating the city defenses.
Zhu Xiang continued to farm.
Even though we are fighting, we cannot neglect farming and waste the farming season.
Even if Wang Jian temporarily recruited local young and strong farmers to join the army, the women, the elderly and the children in the village could still farm.
Zhu Xiang brought oxen and iron tools to reduce their farming burden.
"Duke Zhu Xiang, will they burn our fields?" The people here were not as depressed as the farmers in Qin. Zhu Xiang was kind to people, and after meeting him a few more times, they dared to talk to him directly.
Zhu Xiang smiled and said, "No. They are across the Yangtze River... that is, the big river to attack us. The army will be blocked in the river and can't cross. We are in the rear, and the war will not affect us."
The old farmer asked, "Really? They really can't beat us?"
Zhu Xiang pointed at himself and said, "Look, I'm still here farming with you guys. If they could attack me, wouldn't I have run away long ago? I am a noble after all."
The old farmer froze for a moment, then he smiled with a sense of relief and embarrassment: "Yes, Duke Zhu Xiang is still here!"
After this conversation, the anxiety on the busy farmer's face was much less.
The territorial sovereignty of the Warring States Period changed frequently. Today, taxes were paid to one monarch, and tomorrow, taxes were paid to that monarch. Farmland was often burned to ashes by the scorched earth campaign.
Although the Chu people had annexed Wu and Yue for a long time, there were always some lucky people among the people who lived long enough to remember the despair during the great war between Wu, Yue and Chu.
Although heavy taxes and corvée labor are terrible, they at least give people a tiny hope of survival. If there is war, there will be no point in even thinking about it.
Li Mu captured Wucheng, which surrendered without a fight, and the local economy was not damaged.
The farmers welcomed the new monarch in fear, and now the old monarch is coming to attack them. Are they going to face despair again
Those who have experienced it are very scared, and those who have not experienced it are also very confused and helpless.
Zhu Xiang's words gave them reassurance.
Yes, Duke Xiang of Zhu is here, so perhaps their old monarch really cannot defeat them.
If the Qin people were not sure of victory, why would they teach them how to farm, give them new seeds, and provide them with oxen and iron tools
Noble people will not do things that lose money. All kindness will eventually be rewarded. There is no kindness without reason.
The Qin people must have been sure that they would receive the next year's taxes, so they did this. They were sure of this and felt at ease.
Zhu Xiang took his disciples to walk in the fields, instructing them on farming and collecting the farmers' words and thoughts.
When there was no farming work to do, he would gather his disciples together to give lectures and ask about their thoughts.
"Taxes and corvee labor oppress farmers, but now these oppressions are something that makes farmers feel at ease, because they regard taxes and corvee labor as a symbol of order." Zhu Xiang said, "This is the contract between the state and the people. The state collects taxes and corvee labor from the people, and the people seek order and stability from the state. If this contract is broken, the trust between the people and the state will be broken, and civil unrest will arise."
"If the monarch wants to achieve something, he needs more taxes and corvée. But too much taxes and corvée will break the trust of the people. How to strike a balance between them depends on the wisdom of the monarch and his subjects, and this is what you should think about."
Zhu Xiang asked Ying Xiaozheng privately: "Zheng'er, what do you think is the most critical point in maintaining balance?"
Ying Xiaozheng said: "Uncle, just tell me, I'm too lazy to think about it."
Zhu Xiang: “…”
He found that Zheng'er was gradually entering a rebellious period and was no longer as cute as when he was three or four years old. If Zheng'er was a child, he would definitely puff up his cheeks and think seriously for a long time, then ask himself the answer with shining eyes.
Now Zheng'er's big eyes have turned into dead fish eyes, "My uncle said he's too lazy to think about it."
"If your aunt were here, I would definitely let her beat you!" Zhu Xiang said while pinching Ying Xiaozheng's cheek.
Ying Xiaozheng said proudly: "My aunt is not here."
Zhu Xiang took a deep breath, released Ying Xiaozheng's cheek, and said, "The key is that the monarch must recognize the difference between 'public' and 'private'."
"Zheng'er has read many classics. No matter which school of thought explains the sage monarch, he is always selfless and a pure 'monarch'. If the starting point of everything a monarch does is for the country, whether it is taxes or corvée, it is all for the country, then he is a sage monarch, even if he fails."
"For example, if you are repairing a canal for irrigation, then it is the right thing to do; but if you just want to travel to the south of the Yangtze River, then you are a tyrant."
"The sages of various schools of thought all hoped to restrain the monarch's personal desires, such as building fewer palaces, going out less, and appointing fewer ministers based on personal feelings..."
Before Zhu Xiang could finish his words, Ying Xiaozheng revealed an expression of disgust.
The image of Emperor Wen of Han flashed through Zhu Xiang’s mind.
If the Qin Dynasty had not perished before the second generation, it is highly likely that Emperor Wen of Han would not have appeared.
Emperor Wen of Han was truly a good emperor who lived up to the title of "sage monarch" and who knew how to restrain his desires and was compassionate to the people.
"You can enjoy it, but don't waste it." Zhu Xiang patted Ying Xiaozheng's head and said, "For example, you can fill your warehouse with silk clothes and change four or five sets every day. But don't use silk to spread the floor, and don't tear silk for fun."
“Gold can be used to make tools, even to build houses, but it should not be thrown into the water like a stone to see the splash.”
“Porcelain is for viewing and eating, not for being broken into pieces.”
"It's impossible for a monarch to be completely selfless, but as long as he is moderate and enjoys but doesn't waste, he can become a good monarch." Zhu Xiang scratched the nose of Ying Xiaozheng, who looked disgusted. "The balance point between the two, the smart Zheng'er will definitely be able to find it."
"Oh." Ying Xiaozheng said lightly.
Zhu Xiang smiled and said, "You are still young, think about it slowly. If you don't understand, ask the people around you. We can still accompany you for a long time."
"Okay." Ying Xiaozheng put away his disgusted expression and said, "I understand what my uncle said. I will think about it carefully."
Zhu Xiang felt a little warm in his heart when he saw that Ying Xiaozheng really listened to his words.
He had long discovered that his own son Zheng'er's precocity could no longer be described as overly intelligent. No matter how intelligent a child is, they only have so much life experience, which will not allow them to have experiences that exceed the length of their life.
Zhu Xiang once had a wild imagination and thought that his son Zheng'er was the reincarnation of Qin Shi Huang.
But he quickly gave up this idea, because there was no way the reborn Qin Shi Huang would hug his neck and act coquettishly to ask for another piece of dessert.
His Qin Shi Huang cub is really a cute little cub. Even though he has extraordinary talents and intelligence, he is still a real child of his age.
Zhu Xiang also guessed that the story that he had knowledge taught by spirits was false, but Zheng'er might really have knowledge taught by spirits.
But he would just guess and would not delve into it or ask.
It was as if his relatives and friends had all noticed his weirdness and tacitly agreed not to mention it and silently helped him hide it.
Zheng'er did not show his supernatural powers in front of other people, but he did not hide it in front of himself who was with him day and night. He would silently protect Zheng'er and pretend that he did not notice anything.
This is the tacit understanding between him and Zheng'er.
However, Zhu Xiang changed his approach when teaching Ying Xiaozheng. He no longer taught Ying Xiaozheng his three views directly like he did to an ordinary child, but treated Ying Xiaozheng as an adult who already had complete three views, and told Ying Xiaozheng his thoughts in a negotiating tone and in a communicative way.
As for whether Ying Xiaozheng accepts it or not, it depends on Ying Xiaozheng himself.
Zhu Xiang also took Ying Xiaozheng to see more ideas, some that were similar to his own, some that were very different from his own, and some that were even hostile to his own.
He believed that Ying Xiaozheng could absorb the strengths of various schools and reach his own conclusions.
Even though this conclusion may not be consistent with what he hopes for, Ying Xiaozheng's life is Ying Xiaozheng's, and Zhu Xiang can only decide his own life.
While Zhu Xiang was leisurely teaching his little nephew, the war finally broke out on the banks of the Yangtze River.
Now, two of the four famous generals of the Warring States Period are in Wucheng, one fighting against the Chu people openly and the other secretly. Zhu Xiang doesn't care about this war at all.
Li Mu and Wang Jian joined forces and still lost? The opponents must be Lord Bai and Lord Lian.
Li Mu and Wang Jian were commanding the battle at the front line, one openly and one secretly. Zichu was personally responsible for logistics, Meng Wu was responsible for support, and the King of Qin was drinking tea in the city waiting for news.
Zhu Xiang continued to farm outside the city with Ying Xiaozheng.
The farmers originally wanted to pack up and run away, but when they saw Zhu Xiang still hanging around the field, they put down their bags, picked up their farm tools, and continued to work in the field.
Weeding, watering, watering the green manure and farmyard manure that he had just learned to use... The farmer wiped the sweat from his face, looked at the rice seedlings growing in the field, and showed a longing smile.
They had never taken such careful care of the rice seedlings in this field, but Duke Xiang said it would work, so they wanted to give it a try.
Zhu Xianggong's reputation was so well-known that even farmers who worked in the fields and could not even name all the seven kingdoms knew it. Who wouldn't remember a great noble who was good at farming
Bian Que also rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs and joined in the busy work in the fields.
Zhu Xiang said that sooner or later, herbs need to be cultivated by themselves, and doctors also need to learn to farm. Food and medicine have the same origin, and the fields contain the knowledge of all things in the world.
Zhu Xiang was not talking nonsense, he really meant it.
In his previous life, the professor of agronomy would study medicinal herb cultivation and publish papers in collaboration with the professor of medicine—and then the papers were pulled out by stupid students who were weeding (not really).
Zhu Xiang learned his limited knowledge of herbal medicine from the blood and tears of these colleagues.
Whether it is agronomy or medicine, the scientific experimental process is similar.
Controlling variables, group research, experimental records... Zhu Xiang taught Bian Que the experimental process of modern science, especially the little white mice, a friend of mankind.
He hoped that from this time on, Chinese medicine would move away from empirical medicine. Even if there were still some metaphysical elements, most cases could be attributed to systems and science and become replicable cases rather than inexplicable miracles.
Zhu Xiang finished reading the medical book presented by Bian Que, and found that most of its contents were similar to those in the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine.
The Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine is a medical classic that was compiled and supplemented by many generations of medical scientists and was finally completed in the Han Dynasty.
The Yellow Emperor's Canon of Internal Medicine was originally just a few thin sheets of paper, and its ideas can be found in the Book of Zhou. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, many medical scientists added their own experiences to the Yellow Emperor's Canon of Internal Medicine, and half of its contents should have been written during the Warring States Period. Especially after the medical bamboo slips excavated in Chengdu came out, it can be seen that the medicine of the "Bian Que" lineage is basically consistent with the Yellow Emperor's Canon of Internal Medicine.
Later, medical scientists of the Han Dynasty continued to add to the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine, so although the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine already exists now, it was indeed completed during the Han Dynasty.
However, after the Han Dynasty, there were still medical scientists who continued to add to the Yellow Emperor's Canon of Internal Medicine. However, at that time, people no longer recognized the idea of adding to classics, so the Yellow Emperor's Canon of Internal Medicine added by later generations was not included in the Yellow Emperor's Canon of Internal Medicine. Although there was nothing wrong with the content, medical students would continue to study it.
This is a question of name.
The medical books written by Bian Que now may include the content of Huangdi Neijing. Huangdi Neijing is not a pure medical book, but a "Taoist medicine", which incorporates Taoist philosophical thoughts. Many cases that are currently unclear have been explained by Taoist theories, such as yin, yang, positive, and negative.
Although these words can now be used to justify oneself, doctors all know that this is only a temporary measure.
Doctors are the ones who attach the most importance to practice. They are eager to seek a definite conclusion. Therefore, in the Pre-Qin and Han Dynasties, surgery was very developed and most of the famous doctors had performed surgery and dissection.
Later, Confucianism prevailed, and anatomy and surgery became dirty things. The development of medicine began to stagnate, and it only focused on prescriptions, and medical books became medicine books.
After Zhu Xiang taught Bian Que scientific experiments and medical knowledge, if this knowledge could be passed on, perhaps Chinese medicine could transform from traditional medicine to modern medicine more quickly.
At least, don't force people to drink boy's urine, even the urine of the First Emperor is not allowed!
When Zhu Xiang thought about this, he felt disgusted.
Zhu Xiang did not force Bian Que to farm all the time. After Bian Que learned some farming knowledge, Zhu Xiang opened a medicine garden for Bian Que. He transplanted the antibacterial and anti-insect herbs he could collect into the medicine garden and let Bian Que and his disciples manage it.
Pumpkin has the effect of resisting tapeworms and inhibiting the laying of eggs of schistosomiasis, and has also been transplanted into the medicinal garden.
The pumpkin sprouted quickly. The King of Qin walked around the medicinal garden, picked the pumpkin tips and asked Zhu Xiang to cook them.
The doctors who managed the medicine garden saw the King of Qin's arrogance and angrily complained to Zhu Xiang.
The tops of the pumpkins have all been picked. What if they can't bloom and bear fruit in the future? How could this person be so excessive? He only needed to pick a little to eat, but he picked them all!
Zhu Xiang was speechless when he heard the complaint.
He couldn't help but ask the old King of Qin: "Ji Weng, you can pick as much as you want to eat, why did you pick it all?"
Although there was a war going on at the front, the bored King Qin said, "I only wanted to pick a few, but seeing that they were staring at me, I asked them to pick them all. Hum."
The old King Qin gave a domineering sneer.
Zhu Xiang: “…” Okay, he understood, his monarch was now a naughty old man.
Zhu Xiang quietly told Bian Que that the King of Qin was his elder and asked him not to make a fuss with him. Then he resigned himself to making a table of stir-fried pumpkin tips with garlic for the King of Qin.
The King of Qin generously gave several plates of pumpkin tips to the medicine garden.
Then the disciples in the medicine garden became even angrier.
What kind of person is this! Is he trying to provoke me?!
Zhu Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't know whether the old King of Qin had a change of heart or was deliberately provoking him.
"Mr. Ji, is it really so boring? Then Mr. Ji, do you want to manage the logistics? Replace Xia Tong?" Zhu Xiang suggested.
The King of Qin said, "This is a test for him."
Zhu Xiang racked his brains and thought: "Then Mr. Ji will come with me to inspect the fields?"
The King of Qin thought about it and agreed because it was really boring.
Zhu Xiang found a pony for the King of Qin to sit on while he held Zheng'er in his arms, and he led the horse to inspect the fields.
The King of Qin did not like to have too much communication with strangers. Most of the time, he would wait with a stern face for Zhu Xiang to chat with others and observe Zhu Xiang's private words and actions.
The King of Qin said to Ying Xiaozheng, "Your uncle is no different now than he was in Changping."
Ying Xiaozheng replied: "Uncle is no different now than when he was in Handan."
The King of Qin said: "He is already Lord Changping, there should be a difference."
Ying Xiaozheng said: "But my uncle is my uncle, there is nothing I can do about it, it has already been determined."
After saying this, he sighed in a condescending manner: "My uncle said that this is called a pig that can't eat fine bran."
The corners of King Qin's mouth twitched fiercely: "Did your uncle really say that?"
Ying Xiaozheng frowned and asked back, "Ji Weng, besides my uncle, who else would say such a thing?"
The King of Qin thought about it and felt that there seemed to be no one else except Zhu Xiang.
He calmed down and accompanied Zhu Xiang for a few more days.
"Zheng'er, has Zhu Xiang always been so patient?" the King of Qin asked, "What he is saying to that commoner now is what he just said yesterday."
Ying Xiaozheng said, "Uncle has always been so patient. What's the big deal about just two times? I saw my uncle teaching a farmer to grow rice when he was in Shu County. It was a simple fertilization process, and my uncle repeated it fifty-seven times. I counted."
The King of Qin was a little shocked.
He didn't know whether he should be shocked that Zhu Xiang was so patient, or shocked that Ying Xiaozheng was so bored that he could count this. Perhaps both were shocking.
The King of Qin asked, "Is your uncle a natural saint?"
Ying Xiaozheng said, "I really want to say yes, but my uncle himself said that there are many people like him in the world. He is just lucky to have a nephew like me and to meet a good monarch like my great grandfather. He can give full play to his strengths and practice his ideals, so he has become a saint in the eyes of others. But he is actually far from a saint. He is just a farmer."
The King of Qin touched Ying Xiaozheng's head and said, "It's really strange. Why haven't I seen anyone who is similar to Zhu Xiang as he said, 'There are many in the world'?"
Ying Xiaozheng said: "I think so too. But my uncle is very sure."
Ying Xiaozheng was silent for a while, then said, "Maybe there really is, but we just haven't seen it, and this world doesn't need it."
Zhu Xiang is enough to be a sage. If there are more sages who are not used for one's own benefit, they should not exist.
The saint’s appeal is too strong.
During the time he traveled with his uncle, Ying Xiaozheng saw the common people from all over the world returning to their homeland, and saw the talented people from all over the world coming to him.
This is his uncle. The people's hearts that his uncle has won are his people's hearts, and the talents under his uncle's command are his talents, so he will not be afraid, but will only be happy.
But this saint was someone else, and Ying Xiaozheng would only want to kill him.
Even if this person is his son or his subject, he will still want to kill him.
Relatives and ministers all have selfish desires, but he is the only descendant of his uncle, so he is not afraid of his uncle's powerful power.
But is it also true for the old King of Qin
Ying Xiaozheng raised his head and looked carefully at his great-grandfather.
The me in my dream never had the chance to see this old King of Qin who was full of legends and had both good and bad reputations.
He saw and felt the pressure, wisdom and suspicion of the old King of Qin.
Is this what old emperors are like? Will I be like this in the future
Is this what I am like in my dreams
"Zheng'er, I envy you for having such an uncle." said the old King Qin.
Ying Xiaozheng smiled and said, "Many people will envy and be jealous of me."
The old King of Qin touched Ying Xiaozheng's head and smiled kindly, like an old man who was truly happy for his great-grandson.
Maybe he really meant it at this moment.
He is old, and the older he gets, the more fearful he becomes, but also the more free and easy he becomes.
He would be on guard against Crown Prince Zhu, and even against Zichu, who had grown up and was becoming more powerful, but this little great-grandson had never been a target of the old King of Qin's guard.
Zheng'er was his great-grandson, so even if he became the King of Qin, he would only be the fourth generation King of Qin. If anyone was to be afraid, it should be Zichu who should be afraid, not his great-grandfather.
The methods the old King of Qin used against Ying Xiaozheng were not because of Ying Xiaozheng, but because of Zhu Xiang.
As a king, even though he knew that Zhu Xiang had no selfish motives and that the power Zhu Xiang gathered would become the power of Qin, he would still habitually be wary of a sage minister who was praised by everyone in the world.
It was like he used to want to kill Bai Qi from time to time.
Didn't he know that Bai Qi had no intention of rebelling, that even if Bai Qi became friends with his uncle, he would not change his loyalty to him, and that Bai Qi regarded him as his benefactor and would never betray him and the Qin State
He knows everything.
But he still wanted to kill Bai Qi from time to time. It was not Bai Qi's fault, but Bai Qi's reputation in the Qin army was too high, which shook the prestige of the King of Qin.
This is also the reason why he hit Zhu Xiang from time to time.
"Zheng'er, what would you do if the people under your command were more capable than you?" The King of Qin asked Zhu Xiang after he walked a little further away to chat with the farmers.
It was rare for Ying Xiaozheng to show a shallow smile that was not quite like a child's in front of the old King of Qin.
"Uncle Zeng, my merits and virtues will never be surpassed by anyone, so I have nothing to fear."
(End of this chapter)