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Chapter 561 Supporting the People

Snow starts to fall in winter.

The weather this year was abnormal. Even in the south, there was a light snow. The bluestone slabs on the streets of Guanyi City were covered with a layer of snow. Pedestrians walked unsteadily and slipped with every step.

The old shopkeeper of Huichuntang shook off his coarse cloth clothes.

The woolen felt-like clothes he used were windproof and snowproof. Just shake your body and wipe with your palms, and the thin snow on the surface will disperse, and the cold will not invade your body. The old shopkeeper had never worn such things before.

After Qin took over Chen's land, the official trade routes were opened up in all directions. Wool and leather were continuously transported out from the Western Regions and the grasslands. In the most marginal cities in the Western Regions, the keepers of the holy mountains could drink tea from the south of the Yangtze River and have herbs from the Central Plains to strengthen their blood.

Anglers in Jiangnan can wear thick gear and ignore the winter chill to fish all night long. It seems that the times have not changed much, but there seem to be earth-shaking changes.

The old shopkeeper came out and saw the Mohist locomotive on the road.

It looks like a huge carriage, which is operated by a machine. It is not very fast, and cannot be compared with a galloping war horse, but it is definitely more comfortable than running on two legs.

Move along a fixed path.

Just go on the main road and ride for just one copper coin.

He had become accustomed to taking out a copper coin, squeezing it in, squinting his eyes, and listening to the people around him talking about what had happened during this period. After the Emperor Qin conquered the State of Ying, there were no more wars in all directions, and the world ushered in the peaceful era that it had been looking forward to for more than three hundred years.

Is it peaceful?

The old shopkeeper was thinking about these two words.

Sometimes, I don’t know what these two words mean.

Hearing a burst of crying, the old shopkeeper turned his wooden face and saw a young woman in the crowded Mo family locomotive. She said angrily: "You went out to play again?"

"Master said that your divination is wrong nine times out of ten!"

The child was still stubborn and said, "You, mother, how do you know I'm wrong!"

The woman reached out her hand, pinched the child's ear and twisted it, saying unhappily:

"How should I know?"

"Eight or nine years ago, when His Majesty the Emperor Qin opened the precedent of educating children, I, your mother, was the best at that time. The teacher who is teaching you now is my junior sister back then. You, you!"

"It's just a Nine Palaces and Eight Shoulders Diagram, and you didn't even memorize it!!!"

This sentence was anxious, annoyed, and a bit funny.

The girl looked to be about 23 or 24 years old. In that era, girls of this age would marry and have children early. Eight or nine years ago, girls of 14 or 15 years old would go to school.

For this woman, it was a matter of course.

But the words she said made the old shopkeeper stunned. He didn't know why, but thinking about that sentence - [A mere Nine Palaces and Eight Shoulders Diagram], had such a huge impact on this old man who had experienced the past era and the changes of the present.

More than ten years ago, that little pharmacist was valued by the Xue family and became a small fortune teller just because he solved the Nine Palace Diagram when he was thirteen or fourteen years old. But now, this child is only seven or eight years old, but it is taken for granted that he should master these things.

The feeling of the changing times is flowing like water.

The old shopkeeper was in a trance for a while.

"...Peaceful."

He looked at the people coming and going on the street. There was no longer the luxury of the big city of Chen State more than ten years ago, but he had an indescribable expectation. Even if the days went on the same, but the eight words "peace in the world, no more wars" just chewing on them silently between his lips and teeth, he felt an indescribable subtle feeling of being moved.

The old shopkeeper squeezed into the Mo family's mechanical car and arrived at a tavern in much less time than before. The fat shopkeeper of the tavern had white hair and was smiling as he put up the wine flag. When he saw him coming, he waved for the old shopkeeper to get off.

"Come on, drink!"

The fat shopkeeper prepared a large amount of wine and meat, and filled the table with them, including stewed mutton. The old shopkeeper was a little surprised and asked, "How can you be so willing to spend money today?"

The fat shopkeeper said, "I don't know either, but the tax has been reduced again."

"The price of mutton and pork is a few cents lower than before; the price of cloth and other things is also much cheaper than before."

"But we don't understand these things. Anyway, the price of grain has stabilized a lot. At least it's not like the time when Duke Ding Li was in power, when the price kept rising every now and then. Come, come, try my cooking!"

The fat innkeeper raised his eyebrows proudly. The old shopkeeper took off his thick outer clothes and hung them beside him. He sat at the table. The innkeeper still poured him a glass of wine at one penny. The old shopkeeper picked up the wine and looked outside.

After a long time, a gentle smile finally appeared on that wooden face.

"Good day."

The fat shopkeeper laughed and said, "Yes, come on, drink some wine!"

The two of them are no longer young, especially the old shopkeeper, who is now over 70 years old. If he had not been a doctor and taken care of his body, he would probably have lost his spirit. The fat shopkeeper is also over 50 years old and his hair has turned a lot whiter.

The fat shopkeeper packed up his things, wiped his hands, and sat there too.

A street, a tavern, two good friends, and a table of wine and meat.

The fat shopkeeper said, "The wine you asked for costs one penny."

"Come!"

The old shopkeeper of Huichun Hall loves wine but is not addicted to it or excessively drinks. Every time he comes here, he only drinks one glass of wine, which costs one penny. It is slightly alcoholic but not intoxicating. The two of them clinked their glasses.

The old shopkeeper put the wine cup to his lips and drank it all in one gulp, just as he did in the past.

A strong smell of alcohol enters the throat.

"Cough cough cough cough!!!"

The old shopkeeper's face suddenly turned red, and he coughed violently, saying, "This, this wine..."

The fat shopkeeper said, "The price of grain has dropped, and the quality of wine has improved."

"That is to say."

He suddenly laughed: "In the past, taxes were high and grain prices were high. The one-penny wine you drank was mixed with water!"

The old shopkeeper opened his mouth, but felt the alcohol taking effect, dizzy and happy. He wanted to get up, but he just fell back and sat there, pointing at the fat shopkeeper. He didn't know what to say, but just laughed.

They both laughed out loud and had a great time.

The fat shopkeeper said, "You also know some writing skills, so please write a name for my new wine."

The old shopkeeper stood up shakily, wrote two big words on the red paper in one breath, and then threw the pen down, but with a bit of willfulness and unrestrainedness.

He held the glass of wine without water and said:

"So the so-called peace is just what the people are doing in their daily lives."

"Good, peace!"

The old shopkeeper threw himself forward, lay on the table, and fell into a deep sleep. The fat shopkeeper slowly drank the one-cent liquor that did not need any water, and watched the people coming and going outside. He took advantage of the alcohol to look forward.

I saw two words on the jar of new wine.

peace.

These two words were not as unrecognizable as when they were written in Huichuntang's prescription. They seemed to be tainted by the strong smell of alcohol, so the pen strokes became bolder when they were put to paper.

The fat shopkeeper picked up his pen and wrote, adding a word: drunk.

"Drunk Taiping, Taiping drunk, hahahahahaha."

Then he staggered and fell drunk on the table.

After the Qin Emperor conquered Ying, the officials and noble families of Ying did not have much resistance. Rather, how could they resist? The Qin Emperor, the world's number one general, a martial arts legend, and the soul of a hegemon, was only in his early twenties.

Even if they tried to kill him, they couldn't kill him.

If the noble families tried their best, they might be able to cause some minor injuries to the Emperor Qin.

There’s no way, I can’t beat him.

Voted, voted.

But they were frightened in their hearts, and were really worried that they were going to face the man named [Yan Daiqing of the Western Regions] who was famous all over the world and even, to some extent, famous in history. But fortunately, it was okay.

The one who came was not Yan Daiqing from the Western Regions.

It was a young man who looked extremely reliable, gentle and amiable, named Wen Qingyu. As they chatted and laughed, the remaining heads of the noble families in Ying State sighed and said, "It's fortunate that Mr. Wen Qingyu came. We were indeed afraid in our hearts."

"I'm really worried. I'm worried that it's Mr. Yan Daiqing who's coming. If Mr. Yan Daiqing comes, I'm afraid we'll be in real danger."

Wen Qingyu smiled warmly and said, "His Majesty the Emperor Qin is not a murderous person."

"At most, I just no longer have the power and authority I once had. How can that be a disaster?"

The people of the noble families sighed and said, "My family has been nobles for generations, but we have no power and have fallen to the level of ordinary people. Isn't that the decline of our family fortunes?!"

"Oh huh?"

Mr. Wen Qingyu's smile became more sincere and reliable.

He raised his glass and said, "If that's the case, why don't I help you?"

The noble families pleaded, "We know the power of His Majesty the Qin Emperor, and we don't want to fight with His Majesty the Qin Emperor at all. We surrender, just hoping that His Majesty can keep our family." Wen Qingyu smiled and said, "You all are very good people."

"They are all excellent families. I also know that you rarely do anything corrupt or abuse the law, and you don't bully others too much. Compared with the State of Chen, Zhongzhou, and those who were beheaded by Emperor Yingwu Jiang Wanxiang, you are very good."

"How can I not say a few nice words to you all?"

The elder from the noble family breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, a calm voice came:
"Among the noble families, there are those who take advantage of their power to bully others and disobey the orders of their ancestors; there are those who are extremely wealthy and bully men and women; there are also those who rely on the power of the aristocratic families to manage their own families and rarely communicate with the outside world. Noble families are like people, they all have good and evil."

"But do you know what is most important to His Majesty?"

This cold voice carries a sense of indifference.

But when this voice fell, the expression of Mr. Wen Qingyu, who was gentle, calm, sincere and reliable, froze a little. The door of this extremely secret place was suddenly opened, and a young man about thirty years old, as pure as jade, walked in.

She was wearing a white dress decorated with green bamboo and her hair was tied in a bun with a blue headband.

There is a long sword and a bluish-white jade hanging on his waist.

The well-read old man replied: "I am a person who does good and eliminates evil."

The young man was as gentle as jade and said:
"It's the dead family that matters most."

The place was completely silent, and the faces of the noble families gradually turned pale. Wen Qingyu sighed and said, "If you do this, won't it be very difficult for me to do it?"

The old man looked pale and said, "You, you!"

"Who are you?! We want to talk to His Majesty and Mr. Wen Qingyu!"

"This is a major event that concerns countless people from large and small families..."

The gentle young man took a half step forward and said calmly:
"Yes, it concerns the people of the world!"

"How can such so-called aristocratic families be compared with the common people of the world?!"

These words blocked all the old man's hopes. He gasped for breath and asked as usual, just like the aristocratic family had put pressure on him in the past, almost as if it was a habit: "Who are you?!"

The young man with a pure temperament and a handsome face shook his sleeves and said calmly:
"I am Yan Daiqing."

Three words came out.

It was as if all the air here had been sucked out.

Everyone in the noble family was dead silent, a huge despair shrouded the place. The old man's face turned pale, then blue, then blue, then red. He was considered a famous figure, but just because of these three words, he vomited blood from his mouth and fell backwards.

"Ah, Grandpa, Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

"Grandpa, doctor, where is the doctor? Grandpa's pulse is not beating!"

"Dead, dead..."

"Taigong was frightened to death by Yan Daiqing!"

The corners of Wen Qingyu's mouth twitched.

Yan Daiqing remained calm as he looked at Wen Qingyu who also remained calm.

Quite unrefreshing!
………………

Saatanti sighed.

Mr. Wen Qingyu and Mr. Yan Daiqing seemed to have fought each other again. When the two gentlemen became angry, it seemed that one of them felt that the other had ruined his reputation, while the other felt that this time it was you who said the three words yourself.

Saatanti sat on the roof, just like when she was young in the Western Regions, with a scroll on her knees. She picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote one by one on the white paper, with great vigor and courage.

The history pen is as sharp as a knife.

[The Qin Emperor, Li Huiguanyi, was more virtuous than all other emperors, and his achievements surpassed those of the Red Emperor]

【The full name is Emperor of Qin】

[The Emperor was still a young man when he began to govern the four directions. When he came of age, he governed hundreds of millions of people. He first unified the country with military prowess and finally won over people from afar with his culture and virtue.]

[His talents in civil and military affairs are superior to those of the ancients. He drives heroes and recruits the righteous. He is good at using good strategies and is happy to hear direct criticism. He saves people from the depths of fire and brings them to the table. He turns thieves into gentlemen and turns their groans into songs.]

[There is enough food and clothing, no need for punishment; the Turkic peoples have become subjects; the northern and western regions of the Great Wall have all become counties]

[One country under heaven, nine states and four seas, all are unified]

[Since the Three Dynasties, the Central Plains has never been so prosperous]

————"Historical Records·Chronicle Volume 1"

"Hey! Hey!! Zhao!"

A voice was heard, Saatanti lowered his eyes and saw the young man Xue Changqing over there. This guy also secretly went to the battlefield and followed the same army as Yuwen Lie. There was a scar on his face.

This guy talked to Xue Daoyong about going to the battlefield.

Xue Daoyong told him to go to the bravest battlefield.

The original intention was to let Xue Changqing gain some experience to wash away the slight anxiety in him, but Xue Daoyong only gave him some encouragement and never expected that he was facing a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old.

Xue Changqing took it seriously.

So without saying a word, he ran to the front and fought to the death with the Yuwen army, even using a pseudonym.

He personally made great contributions in the battle, and during the fight, he watched his comrades die and fall one by one, his eyes became completely red with anger, and he became a true Qilin Army warrior. After killing many opponents, he fell on the battlefield due to exhaustion.

Saatanti was always calm, but when she thought Xue Changqing was dead, her eyes became blurred and she almost fainted.

Later, when Xue Changqing was found with the help of magic, the kid was still recuperating in the rear with his comrades, and he was clamoring all day long to go to the front line to defeat the army and win military merits.

Xue Changqing, who had been playing and fighting with Saatanti over the years, looked at the girl crying and proposed to her without thinking. The girl, who grew up in the Western Regions and grew up with Mr. Yan Daiqing and Mr. Wen Qingyu, was "forced to kiss" in public by the original female priest of the tribe.

All the comrades on the battlefield were stunned.

Xue Changqing was even more stunned.

Looking at the kid sitting there, he dragged Xue Changqing, whose injuries had not yet fully healed, back and beat him up. When the matter was reported, the front-line army was still in Shaha, and the Qin Emperor was fighting in all directions.

The almighty Lei Laomeng was stunned.

The almighty Lei Laomeng seemed to be thinking about something.

The omnipotent Lei Laomeng was behind the front line of the battlefield, rubbing everything needed for the wedding.

Xue Changqing and Saatanti got married on the battlefield.

As a result, when the news reached the rear, it reached the ears of Yan Daiqing and Wen Qingyu.

It's already an invitation.

Xue Daoyong's laughter never stopped. This time he not only patted Wen Qingyu on the shoulder, but also patted Yan Daiqing on the shoulder, Wen Qingyu on the shoulder, Fang Zi Qiao on the shoulder, Xu Tiange, and Pan Wanxiu on the shoulders.

"Young man, young man."

"Hahahahahaha."

Later, Mr. Yan Daiqing felt like his little girl, whom he had watched grow up, was stolen away by a hot-headed young boy. He felt so stomach-aching that he decided to turn a blind eye to the situation and run to Ying State, venting his anger on the aristocratic family.

This time, Ying State participated in the confrontation with the aristocratic families.

There are two Yan Daiqings!

At this moment, Xue Changqing had a silly smile in his eyes, standing there and shouting, Saatanti said:

"What are you calling me for?"

Xue Changqing scratched his head and said, "I just wanted to call you."

Saatanti said, “I will continue to write books.”

Xue Changqing shouted again: "A Zhao!"

Saatanti: “Yeah.”

"Ah Zhao, Ah Zhao!"

"Ah."

Even though Saatanti was very busy, she would still respond to Xue Changqing's call. As a result, Xue Changqing's smile became more and more intense, and his mouth was almost grinning to his ears. Finally, he remembered his big thing and said:

"Ah, there is something. I am here in compliance with military orders. Now there is something very important that needs to be decided by your Majesty personally, but we can't find your Majesty anywhere."

"You are your Majesty's walking historian, and you are also your Majesty's daily records censor."

"So I was wondering if you knew where His Majesty was now?"

"A Zhao, where is His Majesty?"

(End of this chapter)