my grandfather was qin shi huang

Wang Ben looked at the eldest son Fusu, who was standing forlornly, and couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart. He silently arched his body behind him and followed him.

February is approaching, and even as far away as Shangjun, the harsh spring cold is no longer as severe as in the past, and the occasionally exposed ground in the snow is even a little moist.

With the cotton-padded jackets mailed from Xianyang City, this winter has finally become much better.

"General Wang, are you really wrong in what you say about me?"

The two of them walked along the elm forest outside the camp for a long time without saying anything. Fusu suddenly stopped and asked softly. Upon hearing Fusu's question, Wang Ben couldn't help but pause slightly, then straightened his expression, and bowed to Fusu seriously.

"Young Master's way is so high and great that no one in the world can compete with it..."

Fusu couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this.

"General Wang, it's not like I can't bear criticism from others, why would you bother to comfort me like this against your will..."

Wang Ben shook his head and said seriously.

"The way of a prince is to practice kingship, implement benevolent policies, benefit the people of the world, and make the people of the world live and work in peace and contentment. Men farm and women weave, and they enjoy peace. There will be no more wars and chaos. What's wrong with this way?"

Having said this, Wang Ben looked at Fusu calmly.

"Young Master's way is correct. What's wrong is that you were born twenty years earlier..."

This was the first time Fusu heard someone say that. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly and asked in surprise.

"What does the general mean by this?"

Wang Ben said.

"Privately, I have communicated with my father many times, discussing the similarities and differences between the young master and His Royal Highness, the eldest grandson of the emperor. My father once said that the young master has a compassionate heart and compassionate methods, while His Royal Highness, the eldest grandson of the emperor, has a compassionate heart and thunderous methods..."

The windy sand from Shangjun still feels a bit rough and stinging on the face.

Fusu said nothing, looking calmly and deeply at General Wang Ben in front of him. This was his in-laws, his son's father-in-law, and the Tongwu Marquis with great military exploits in the Qin Dynasty.

In the cold wind, Wang Ben's expression became more sincere.

"Now, your Majesty has conquered the six kingdoms and unified the world. He conquered the Baiyue in the south, the Xiongnu in the north, and in the west, he subdued the Yuezhi and plowed the Western Regions. He abolished feudalism, promoted counties and counties, and advocated Legalism, which has created unprecedented achievements in history. Then, the young master also knows that it is easy to unify the world, but it is difficult to unify the people of the world. Although the world seems to be peaceful now, undercurrents are surging and crises are everywhere..."

Having said this, Wang Ben suddenly raised his head and looked at Fusu with burning eyes.

"My father-in-law once said that today's world needs a hero who can subdue all the barbarians and dominate the sea like your majesty, more than it needs an emperor with a gentle temperament, honest and benevolent. The prince is benevolent, but his power is not enough. To control the world. There is nothing wrong with the way of the young master. The mistake is that the young master was born twenty years earlier..."

Fusu:......

Suddenly there was an indescribable strange feeling in my heart.

After a long while, he nodded slowly, didn't answer any more, and just walked forward. Wang Ben looked at Young Master Fusu's slightly thin back, opened his mouth several times, but in the end he still didn't speak, and followed up with a tacit understanding.

The two of them walked in tandem, creating two tacit silhouettes on the grassland in Shangjun.

Back in the city, Wang Ben went to the camp as always, and Fusu also returned to the simple courtyard where he lived.

"Sir, you are back -"

The old servant Ding Er, who had been looking at the door for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the figure of the eldest son Fusu, walked up quickly and took the reins of the horse from Fusu's hand.

"Young master, you are back. It's windy in the wild. Please go back to the house and rest for a while. The villain has already prepared hot tea..." Fusu nodded with a smile, and casually gave instructions as he walked in.

"How many times have I said that Shangjun is no better than Xianyang, and the wind is strong outside. Now that you are old, you don't have to greet me outside the door every time..."

Ding Er, who was leading the horse inside, smiled honestly when he heard this.

"What does this mean? This is the villain's duty. What's more, the villain's life was saved by the young master. If the young master hadn't taken action, the weeds on the villain's grave would not have been taller. …”

Fusu shook his head helplessly.

"At the beginning, I was just a little help. Even if you want to repay your kindness, the friendship over the years has already been enough to repay it——"

At this point, he paused slightly and his tone became softer.

"Old Ding, you are now older and have children of your own at home. It is time to take care of yourself and enjoy a few days of happiness. It is indeed inappropriate to stay in Shangjun. In a few days, there will be a Escort the military convoy back to Xianyang, you should follow it back then..."

Old Ding was holding the horse and preparing to tie it to the stable nearby. Hearing this, he suddenly turned his head and fell to his knees with a thud. When he looked up again, tears were streaming down his face.

"Sir, what did I do wrong..."

Fusu stepped forward and took Lao Ding's arm with his own hands.

"You have been by my side all these years, working conscientiously and never slacking off. There is nothing wrong with you. It's just that the conditions here in Shangjun are too difficult. You are old. If you continue like this, I'm worried that your body and bones will not hold up. Can’t stop…”

When Ding Er heard this, his tears turned into joy.

"Young Master, just rest assured. Although I am a little older, my body and bones are not weaker than others. I can still bend a three-stone strong bow and shoot dozens of arrows in one breath. I can't even get close to a strong man..."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Fusu knew it was not enough to persuade him, so he could only sigh softly.

"I'm over here..."

Fusu wanted to say something, but felt it was inappropriate. He paused and finally nodded.

"Okay, since you have made up your mind, stay here. Although this Shangjun is a little barren and desolate, it is also on this side of the Hetao with rich water and grass. Maybe you can cultivate some fertile fields and grow fruits and grains..."

Having said this, Fusu smiled.

"Now that we have the three counties of Mobei, our Shangjun is no longer an important border town. I don't think so many troops will be stationed in it anymore. Our masters and servants no longer have to worry about military affairs and can live peacefully in this Shangjun. It’s time to live your own life…”

Ding Er smiled like an old farmer.

"That's really great. The little man's ancestors have been farming for generations and are all good at growing crops. Don't look at the little man who hasn't touched the field for decades, but if he touches it again, I'm afraid he will still be a good farmer. Take good care of yourself..."

Fusu nodded repeatedly.

"That's great. We can leave the work in our fields to you..."

After saying that, the master and servant looked at each other and smiled.

Ding Er didn't ask, Fusu didn't say anything, but at this moment, the master and servant were like old friends who had forgotten their years, and there was an indescribable tacit understanding between them.

Although the small courtyard where Fu Su lived was simple, it was quite warm inside.

After the two of them entered the room, naturally a guard standing by the side came forward and reached out to take the robe handed over by Fusu. (End of chapter)