Li Rongrong was slightly shocked by the sudden hug, and then she felt the warmth and firmness from Fusu, and the panic in her heart seemed to find a little support.
She turned around and looked into Fusu's deep eyes, trying to find the answer.
"Fusu, I understand your intentions, and I also know your loyalty and love for the Qin Dynasty."
Li Rongrong's voice was gentle but with a hint of determination that was hard to detect. "But what I'm worried about is that people's hearts are unpredictable. The combination of power and powerful weapons often breeds greed and ambition. There are countless examples of this in history."
Fusu gently held her hand, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "Rongrong, you are right, but I am not blindly pursuing power. I studied the 'Iron Beast' to reduce casualties in the war and protect our people from the suffering of war."
"As for the human heart, I always believe that governing the country with benevolence and winning people over with virtue is the way to long-term stability." To put it bluntly, the Confucian thoughts of the past still had an impact on the shaping of Fusu as a person.
"As for control, I have already made preparations. I will ensure that the use of the 'Iron Beast' follows strict rules and is only used to fight against foreign enemies and protect Daqin."
"At the same time, I will strengthen the training of soldiers, improve their fighting spirit and courage, and let technology and manpower complement each other instead of replacing each other."
As Li Rongrong listened to Fusu's words, the worries in her heart gradually dissipated.
Forget it. The wheel of history has already boarded the train, running madly all the way and can’t stop.
...
...
She believed in Fusu's character, and even more so in his plans for the future of Qin that were based on careful consideration.
However, the wheel of history sometimes does not move forward according to people's will, so she decided to add fuel to the fire to remind Fusu.
"Fusu, I support you, but I also hope you can always remember that no matter how technology develops, the warmth of human hearts and the light of morality will always be the most precious."
Hearing this, Fusu's eyes flashed with tenderness, and he hugged Li Rongrong tightly, "Rongrong, it is my greatest luck to have you by my side. Don't worry, I will remember your words and make Daqin a powerful country full of love and peace."
Although the two men were determined to create a utopia, the actual difficulties were greater than they imagined.
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Unbeknownst to the two, in a dilapidated small courtyard in Huaiyin County, the sunlight shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on the ground in patches.
A nineteen-year-old young man was chopping wood with a sword. His movements were skillful and powerful. With every strike of the sword, the wood would crack.
This person was none other than Han Xin. He was tall and slender with a resolute face. On his back was a rusty but still shining steel sword. It was his only property and the eternal belief in his heart.
At this time, an old woman came out of the house. Her hair was gray and her face was full of traces of time, but there was a kind light in her eyes.
This old woman makes a living by bleaching clothes, and people around her call her "the bleaching mother".
Piaomu was a kind-hearted person Han Xin met on his escape.
Since Han Xin came to Huaiyin, the washerwoman had often given him alms and support, and Han Xin was grateful and would do all the heavy work he could every time he came back to lighten the washerwoman's burden.
"Piao Mu, are you going to prepare food for me again?" Han Xin saw Piao Mu, stopped what he was doing, and asked with a smile.
The floating mother nodded, with a kind smile on her face, "Yes, it's not easy for you as a child. You must eat something to replenish your body."
"Now that Daqin has immortals, life is good. The potatoes and corn I planted some time ago are almost ripe, and I went to Butcher Zhang to buy some pork early in the morning..."
As Piaomu spoke, she moved all the things out.
"Potatoes? Isn't pork so smelly that it's inedible?"
Han Xin had been hiding for more than half a year, so he didn't know what had happened.
Seeing this, Piaomu's smile was full of emotion and joy. She was busy preparing food and continued to say, "Child, you don't know that this is all thanks to the immortal in Daqin."
"Master Fusu said it was some kind of immortal seed. When it was spread on the ground, the crops grew like crazy. The potatoes and corn were things I had never seen before."
"In the past, we could only harvest a few dozen kilograms from one acre of land. Now, we can harvest hundreds of kilograms from one acre of land! It is more than five times the amount before! I have never seen such a good thing in my life."
Han Xin frowned slightly, with curiosity and thought flashing in his eyes. He asked softly, "What about pork? I remember that everyone said pork had a strange smell and didn't eat it much. Why is it that now..."
Piao Mu smiled and shook her head, interrupting Han Xin's words: "Hey, that's also the immortal's credit. The immortal not only gave us good seeds, but also taught us many new ways to process food. Now that the pig meat has been castrated, the strange smell is gone, and it has become particularly fragrant. So I bought some specially to give you a supplement."
At this point, Piaomu's eyes became even gentler: "Also, the immortal gave us cotton seeds, saying that when grown, they can be made into cotton clothes, which can be worn in winter and will be as warm as spring."
"It's a pity that you haven't come to see me for half a year, kid. You don't know the wonderfulness of this kang."
"We have a kang this winter, so we won't be afraid of the cold in the house anymore, right? Next year, we will have cotton-padded clothes, so even if it snows heavily outside, we can still spend the winter warmly."
Han Xin listened to Piao Mu's words, with complicated emotions surging in his heart.
He had never thought that there really were immortals in this world, and he had never expected that the appearance of immortals could bring such earth-shaking changes to Daqin.
He looked up at the sky and thought quietly, are there really gods in this world?
Then why didn’t you show up when your mother died?
Why didn't he show up when the Qin Dynasty conquered the six kingdoms?
Why didn't he show up when he was displaced!
Han Xin suppressed his resentment and spoke with a somewhat excited tone.
"Piaomu, who exactly is this immortal? Why does he do this?"
Piao Mu stopped what she was doing and looked at Han Xin seriously: "My child, how can we guess what the immortal is thinking? But no matter what, he has made our lives much better. We should be grateful and live well. Who knows, maybe one day, the immortal will give us more blessings."
Although Piao Mu didn't know what Han Xin was thinking, the child had spent quite a bit of time with her after all, so she couldn't help but give him some advice.
She saw that he was extraordinary at heart, but what she wanted most was for the child to live a peaceful life.
Han Xin didn't want to make her worry, so he calmed down and nodded, thinking secretly in his heart...
Prince Fusu...
Xianyang city?
After a moment's silence, the voice of the floating mother sounded, "Come, I'll help you carry these firewood in."
Han Xin quickly came back to his senses and waved his hand, "No need, Piaomu, you go and have a rest, I can finish this work by myself."
The floating mother couldn't persuade him, so she nodded and said, "Then you better be careful and don't hurt your hands."
Han Xin agreed with a smile and continued to wave the sword in his hand.
He knew in his heart that although he had nowhere to go for the time being, he must not sink into despair.
He has to wait for the opportunity, wait for the stage that can allow him to display his talents.
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