The grass is growing, the birds are singing, all things are reborn, spring plowing is getting busier, and the land of Daqin is thriving.

Good news also came from the border thousands of miles away.

Under Zhang Liang's strategic planning, all the Xiongnu prisoners surrendered and willingly submitted to the Qin Dynasty.

From then on, there were no more Huns on the world map, only the Mengjun of the Qin Empire.

After this incident, Zhang Liang became famous and jumped from an official with an idle position to a popular figure in the court.

It was almost dusk in Xianyang, at Zhang's house.

Han Xin stood in the courtyard, looking at the surrounding environment with great interest, and kept praising it.

"Brother Zhang, this house is not only large, but also luxurious and elegant. I'm afraid it's worth no less than a hundred gold coins."

"Your Majesty is truly generous!"

"Your Majesty is truly so kind, and I feel truly unworthy of it."

Zhang Liang waved his hand and said humbly and politely.

Xiao He smiled slightly, patted Zhang Liang on the shoulder, and showed appreciation on his face.

"Brother Zhang, there's no need to underestimate yourself. You've effortlessly brought the prisoners of war back this time, and that's truly a great achievement."

"Now, many people in Xianyang regard you as a sage."

"A mere house is certainly enough."

Zhang Liang was still just a young man just starting out, so he was inevitably a little shy, and a shy blush appeared on his handsome face.

"Brother Xiao, your praise is unbelievable. Liang only used a small trick and does not deserve such a high reputation."

"Compared to Brother Xiao writing Qin laws and Brother Han fighting in battle, this is far inferior."

Needless to say, Xiao He, as the newly crowned top scholar, compiled laws, and had already been promoted to the position of Counselor, and was also the Prince's teacher, and was highly trusted by Your Majesty.

In the battle against the Xiongnu, Han Xin fought bravely and strategically, achieved remarkable feats, and blocked many fleeing enemies.

After his military achievements were assessed, he was granted the title of Zan Niao, an annual salary of 150 dan, and was rewarded with three hectares of land and three mu of house.

These fame, wealth and honors alone are something that ordinary people can hardly achieve in their entire lives.

Moreover, they are both in their prime and have a promising future.

After the three of them flattered each other, they came to the dining table, drank, had fun, and talked and laughed.

After three rounds of drinks, it was already dark.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the dazzling stars twinkle. Occasionally, a breeze blows by, taking away a few traces of intoxication.

Xiao He took a sip of sake, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, the smell of alcohol filled the air, and a slight flush of drunkenness appeared on his cheeks.

It is less gentle and more unrestrained.

He looked at the boy who was drinking happily and asked.

"Brother Han, when do you plan to return home?"

"We'll set off tomorrow."

Han Xin answered cheerfully, his brows full of satisfaction and high spirits after achieving success.

Zhang Liang didn't know about the young man's past and was a little confused for a moment.

"Why did Brother Han suddenly want to return home?"

This sentence immediately brought back Han Xin's memories. He paused and drank the wine in the cup.

This time he answered slowly, but his voice became faint and ethereal, like a breeze, drifting towards his distant hometown.

"To repay the kindness of a meal, and..."

"It's a relief."

Early the next morning, Han Xin said goodbye to his friends and returned home in glory with two servants and some money.

A few days later, in Huaiyin County, Sishui County.

Aunt Song was washing clothes by the river when suddenly an anxious cry came from afar.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and turned around to see that the person coming was the woman she was on good terms with.

"Hey, Aunt Song, why are you still washing here?"

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Come with me quickly! The person you helped three years ago has come to repay his kindness!"

Aunt Song was stunned. She tried hard to search her mind for memories and finally remembered the young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes.

"Could it be Han kid?"

"Now you have to call me Master Han!"

"I heard that not only did he pass the military exam, but he also made great contributions in the battle against the Xiongnu and was even granted a knighthood!"

As the woman explained, she pulled people and hurried towards the city, her face full of envy mixed with a hint of regret.

If she had known that the idle boy whose parents had both passed away would have such great potential, she should have helped him.

Not long after, the two entered the city.

At this time, the streets were already crowded with people, noisy and lively, and exaggerated flattery could be faintly heard.

"Master Han, you are indeed a young and promising man! You have achieved great things in just three years."

"Yes, this is a real man, a good son of the Great Qin!"

"When I saw you with your sword on your waist and your handsome appearance, I knew you would have a great future."

"Qiang Tou Cao, didn't you say before that Lord Han was idle, just waiting to die, and was a complete waste?"

"You, you are slandering me! When did I ever say that?"

The neighbors were talking about it.

Some people flattered the emperor as much as they could, while others exposed his shortcomings everywhere. They were all blushing and fawning.

They completely forgot how they had looked down upon and scorned the young man in front of them, as if he were trash on the side of the road.

Maybe they didn't forget, but ignored it on purpose.

After all, the world is bustling with people seeking profit, and the world is bustling with people seeking profit.

It is human nature to curry favor with the powerful and associate with the wealthy.

The center of the topic - Han Xin, stood quietly in the center, with an indifferent expression, watching coldly, as if he was an outsider who had nothing to do with it.

It wasn't until a familiar figure came into view that a genuine smile appeared on his face.

"Auntie, you're here."

"I'm here to repay the favor of a meal I received three years ago."

"Greetings, sir."

"No need, a few steamed buns are not worth much."

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