Traveling through the Qin Dynasty, I seized the throne of Ying Zheng's father

"Your Majesty, you gave birth to a good son!"

On the side, Mei Gongde, the magistrate of Meng County, bowed and said flatteringly.

“Hahahaha.” Ying Zheng laughed when he heard this: “Fusu is indeed my son.”

"But, didn't I tell you long ago that there's no need to be so flattering on a daily basis? You and I can just talk normally."

"When we were in Xianyang, Fusu often said that I was not close enough to the people and was too majestic. I didn't agree with him before, but now I think that he was wrong. What my son said does make some sense."

"Your Majesty, although there is some truth in what the eldest son said, I think you should not belittle yourself."

"The majesty of a monarch is granted by heaven. How can Your Majesty take it away whenever you want? The eldest son cannot understand Your Majesty because he has never been in Your Majesty's position. In the future, he will understand Your Majesty and become Your Majesty!"

Mei County Magistrate said righteously...

"Hahahahahaha, what a merit! You are really eloquent."

"Hehe, please forgive me, Your Majesty. I think flattery is not a bad thing. How can I, a humble person, have a normal conversation with Your Majesty? Isn't this despising Your Majesty? Flattering words can reveal my sincere love for Your Majesty!"

"Hahahahaha."

Ying Zheng laughed loudly. Although he knew that he was being flattered, the flattery was too comfortable and too accurate.

"Gongde, you are a talented person. You have managed Meng County in an orderly manner. You are also so eloquent. I will remember you when you return to Xianyang one day."

"Your Majesty, thank you for your praise. It is my duty to share your worries. I dare not accept your praise."

Ying Zheng walked and talked, watching the laughter of the people around him. In the eyes of these people, he saw eyes and smiles full of hope...

This was something that the people of the Qin Dynasty, which he had ruled before, had never seen before.

At that time, the people's eyes were dull and numb...

Did I do something wrong?

Ying Zheng began to doubt himself again...

But soon, this suspicion was thrown out of my mind...

Made a mistake?

So what if I made a mistake? I have a good son, just help me correct it!

Only if I make mistakes can I leave room for my son to progress and improve...

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The words are divided into two parts.

the other side.....

Xianyang....

Corvée camp...

After a few days of getting along, Xiang Yu has gradually integrated into the life of the corvee camp.

He and his uncle Xiang Liang were well-known in the small corvee camp.

Xiang Liang was also a martial artist. His physique was far superior to that of an ordinary man. He was able to reclaim land very quickly and with great efficiency. On the first day of reclaiming the land, he surprised and shocked everyone.

Not to mention Xiang Yu...

This guy is a human-shaped tiller, plowing the land faster than a cow! Others plow the land to death, but Xiang Yu plows the land without getting red in the face or breathing hard, and after plowing, he can even practice a set of combo punches...

Everyone looking at this uncle and nephew agreed that they both had a bright future ahead of them!

Judging from his farming skills and fit body, he is definitely a talent!

If it were just that, it would be fine, at most people would just admire him and it would become a topic of conversation after dinner. But everyone found that Xiang Yu had one very good point!

As long as I praise him, he will be very happy, and he has also offered to help with work many times!

Good guy!

This person is easy to get along with. He will really help you with work!