Chapter 44: Grandfather and Grandson Go Out [Jinjiang Authentic Edition Only Released·Assassination Requires Big...
"Yes, the tyrant is so well-aware of assassination, and his minions protect him so well. If we want to assassinate him while he's in his car, I'm afraid we can only find a strong man, have him hold a large iron spike, stand on high ground, and when the tyrant's car approaches, throw it high up and smash it hard against the roof or window. With a little luck, we might hit the tyrant on the spot and kill him!"
"That's right! That's right! If we want to accomplish our plan to overthrow Qin, we need to find a strong man!"
"That's right, that's exactly the truth!"
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The middle-aged man standing on the branch of a big tree in the front, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance, was clinging to the branch tightly with his right hand. He listened to the subordinates around him cursing at Ying Zheng, and could not help but pursing his lips and remained silent.
It was not until he saw the luxurious long convoy completely out of his sight that he lowered his head and withdrew his indifferent gaze. He held on to the branches and twigs, and nimbly fell to the ground along the trunk.
Seeing the actions of their master, the others stopped cursing at Qin Shi Huang and fell from the tree to the ground in a few swipes like nimble monkeys.
Seeing the head of the family walking towards the depths of the dense forest, the others also followed him.
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When everyone knelt down inside the dilapidated wooden house and saw the stern face of the master, a retainer couldn't help but comfort him:
"Master, even though we can't do anything to the tyrant right now, after seeing how he travels today, we have a more detailed plan for assassinating him. As long as we can find a strong man, we will eventually find the right opportunity to assassinate him when he travels!"
The handsome middle-aged man closed his eyes and nodded when he heard this, but he was in great pain in his heart.
As a native of Xinzheng and born into a top aristocratic family, his fate can be said to have been completely ruined by Ying Zheng!
Ten years ago, when the capital of Han was conquered by the Qin army and his motherland was declared extinct, he would never forget what happened in the capital until his death!
The dark mass of Qin troops broke through the city gates, and the people in the city fled in panic. There were cries everywhere, flames everywhere, and the sounds of panic from burning, killing, and looting everywhere.
He held his younger brother in one hand and was swept up by the panicked crowd in the city. He watched helplessly as his father stood on a high city wall, drew his sword and committed suicide. His body, gushing with blood, fell heavily from the wall, and all the bones in his father's body were shattered into powder.
That tragic scene became his daily nightmare. Unfortunately, misfortunes never come singly. Not long after his father's tragic death, his only brother was burned to death in front of him due to a high fever.
At this point, his mother died young, his father died for his country, and his younger brother died of illness. He was left alone and completely transformed from a Xinzheng nobleman into a poor orphan after the country was destroyed.
Over the years, he had squandered his family fortune, the only thing keeping him going was his deep hatred for Ying Zheng and his deep resentment for the Qin army! For the rest of his life, he wanted nothing more than to personally slay Ying Zheng! To overthrow the tyrannical Qin! That way, he could comfort his motherland, honor his father, and avenge his younger brother!
But ten years had passed! Ten whole years! He had gone from a young man full of youth to a weary middle-aged man.
For thousands of days and nights, he had cherished the beautiful memories of past family reunions, enduring day after day in loneliness and pain, only to watch helplessly as Ying Zheng, after conquering the Kingdom of Han, successively overthrew the Kingdoms of Zhao, Wei, Chu, Yan, and Qi! This year, he had even watched as Ying Zheng completely swept across the world, unifying the country and achieving an unprecedented and remarkable feat!
Ying Zheng! Ying Zheng!
When he thought about this tyrant who had made him lose his family, his motherland, and his bright future, the middle-aged man wished he could lift a huge rock, throw it high into the air, and smash the six luxurious golden cars that had just passed by him!
Seeing the increasingly cold expression on the patriarch's face, and his fists clenched so tightly that veins popped out, a young retainer sitting nearby couldn't help but whisper a suggestion:
"Master, I heard that Xianyang City recently issued an imperial decree to the entire world, stating that the tyrant intends to collect all the Seven Heroes' classics from the people and compile a complete set of knowledge treasures. The existing number of doctors in the palace is insufficient, so they want to recruit talented people from the public to serve as administrative officials to work with the doctors in the palace to organize the classics and compile this magnificent set of rare books."
"Many nobles from fallen kingdoms who moved to Xianyang seized this opportunity and approached their village chiefs to sign up. I think it would be too passive for us to continue planning to wait for the tyrant to leave the palace and assassinate him on the way. Given the family head's talent, if he were willing to sign up with the village chief, wouldn't he easily pass the assessment and take on the position of Zhidianlang?"
"By then, the Patriarch will be in the palace to revise his teachings. With his talent and ability, he'll be able to stand out from the crowd with just a little effort, allowing the tyrant to see him. Once he's close enough to the tyrant, assassinating him will surely be easier than waiting patiently now, right?"
Hearing the young retainer's words, the middle-aged man hadn't had time to answer before the other middle-aged retainers sitting next to him frowned and refuted in a harsh voice:
"Humph! What nonsense are you talking about! We are rebels who want to overthrow the tyrannical Qin Dynasty. How can we enter the palace to compile books for a tyrant?"
"Yes, yes, if we were to become Qin officials, wouldn't that be confusing right and wrong, not distinguishing between good and evil, and aiding and abetting the tyrant? It's not right, it's not right, we absolutely can't do that!"
Seeing the middle-aged guests' stern refusal, the young guest glanced at the master and then eagerly explained:
"But the Central Plains culture of our motherland is so brilliant, and the Qin people are barbarians, uninformed in poetry, literature, rituals, and music. If we, the Han people, don't actively compete for the position of Zhidianlang, what will happen if these Qin scholars fabricate our motherland's history books and classics? We have worked so hard to avenge our motherland, but if we are so petty in every aspect, we can't even approach the tyrant, let alone assassinate him."
Hearing the young retainer's well-reasoned rebuttal, the other retainers couldn't help but look at each other. After careful consideration, they found that what the young man said made some sense.
"this……"
Avenging one's motherland is a difficult task, and achieving it requires exhaustive efforts. So what if he served as the Qin State's Zhidianlang? Wasn't it to protect the motherland's historical books and classics from being destroyed by the barbaric Qin people, and to ensure that the Central Plains culture of Han could be passed down to future generations and passed down through the ages?
Ultimately, it is still beneficial to the Koreans!
The middle-aged man sitting in the main seat listened to the arguing between the guests around him and couldn't help but look down at his hands. He had waited from his twenties to his thirties for revenge! Yes! If he didn't find a way to actively approach Ying Zheng, he might not even get the chance to assassinate Ying Zheng with his own hands even if he waited another ten years!
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man finally closed his eyes and sighed:
"Everyone, there's no need to argue. I will try to compete for the position of clerk in the Zhidianlang department. When I get the chance to get close to the tyrant, I will definitely get to know him firsthand!"
After hearing the decision made by the head of the family, the others stopped talking.
The crimson morning sun rose higher and higher in the azure sky, and the temperature could not help but rise slowly. On the long official road, two hundred elite soldiers in black armor galloped ahead, clearing the way.
Six luxurious golden carriages, each pulled by six black horses, had large wheels sitting in two deep ruts, running fast and steadily like a train on rails.
The carriage is made of rosewood and covered with iron sheets on the inside. Even though it is tightly wrapped on the outside and the sunlight cannot be seen, it is not dark at all inside the carriage.
Three large luminous pearls are inlaid in the carriage, and the light inside the carriage is bright but not dazzling.
The short and stout Jijin Ice Mirror was filled with ice cubes of various sizes, accompanied by the elegant fragrance from the hollow gilded copper incense burner. Like an air conditioner, it was continuously emitting wisps of white water vapor.
The temperature in the carriage is cool and the lighting is pleasant. It is equipped with seats, soft couches, desks, teapots and cups, small bookshelves, pens, inkstones and bamboo slips.
Wearing a Tongtian crown and dressed in black clothes, the First Emperor was leaning on a soft couch. In the soft light of the night pearl above his head, he flipped through the "Wild Vegetable Atlas" on the table, which had bright colors and clear pictures. He found that the "Wild Vegetable Atlas" recorded a crop called "yam", which was similar to sweet potatoes and potatoes. It also relied on eating tubers. If well taken care of, it could produce 1,000 kilograms per mu.
Moreover, this crop is easy to find in the mountains and forests. When the stems and leaves wither in winter, as long as you find the location of the yam roots and dig deep, you can dig out a pile of yams!
He only knew about such a high-yielding wild vegetable now! The First Emperor couldn't help but hurriedly took out a roll of blank bamboo slips, holding a brush dipped in ink, and simply wrote down the name of the yam and related information according to the records on the map.
Beside the First Emperor, in the soft center, the chubby little girl wearing a crescent-white ruffled sun hat and a silk dress of the same color embellished with royal blue gems could not help but clench her two little fists, kick her little feet, and her tightly closed phoenix eyes slowly opened.
Qin Ying woke up from her sleep and saw the night-shining pearls inlaid on the roof of the car. She couldn't help but yawn.
At the beginning of the Mao hour, when it was still light in the sky, he was woken up from his rosewood crib by his wet nurse Chun. He was carried dazedly to the bathroom to take care of his physiological needs, washed his little body with warm water, and changed into a complicated little dress from head to toe, put on a diaper, and after tidying himself up and looking pretty, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again. He was carried from the palace to his grandfather's imperial carriage while he was snoring soundly. He had a sweet nap and slept until now.
“I don’t know what time it is and where I am.” The little chubby boy thought as he yawned and climbed up from the soft couch using his hands and feet. He gently shook his furry little head in an attempt to clear his mind.
The First Emperor, who was writing with a pen, heard the noise behind him. He turned around and saw his grandson sitting on the couch like a tiger cub, with watery eyes and yawning with his mouth open, as if he was not fully awake yet.
His Majesty the Emperor smiled and put down the brush in his hand. He turned around and picked up his chubby grandson from the soft couch and placed him on the seat beside him. He stroked the back of his grandson's round head with his big hand and asked with a happy smile:
"Ying, do you want to go to the bathroom?"
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