Chapter 52: Ma Yan Niao Jiang [Jinjiang genuine version only released · Stupid Father! ...
At this time, Meng Yi, who had been listening to the childish voice outside the hall for a long time, hurried around the huge map screen and walked into the inner hall. He bowed to the First Emperor who was kneeling at the head and said:
"Your humble servant greets His Majesty."
Seeing Meng Yi, who was also tanned and roughened by the scorching sun and wind and sand outside the Great Wall, the First Emperor raised his right hand and said gently:
"Well, get up."
"promise."
Meng Yi straightened up and stood aside. His eyes swept over the little emperor's grandson who was standing next to His Majesty. His golden tiger-head hat just reached His Majesty's shoulders. He was holding the black lacquer table with his two small hands. His small round face was red, and his pair of phoenix eyes were looking at him brightly.
He couldn't help but nod slightly at the little grandson and smiled gently.
Although he was not quite sure how the little prince had made his baby voice so loud that he could hear every word clearly even when standing outside, Meng Yi, who had been standing outside and listening for a long time, felt that what the little prince said made a lot of sense.
Seeing that Meng Yi had just returned to the palace, not only was the emperor gentle towards Meng Yi, but even the little grandson of the emperor grinned at Meng Yi with his eyes sparkling.
Zhao Shangshu Zushi Gao, who had been the exclusive coachman of the emperor's eldest grandson for a whole summer, couldn't help feeling a little sad. He believed that when Meng Yi was not in Zhangtai Palace this summer, he ran around and took care of everything inside and outside, and handled every matter very diligently. He had already made the emperor understand what kind of person he was and what his abilities were. He thought that even if Meng Yi came back, he would not be easily forgotten by the emperor.
He was not jealous of the Emperor's gentle attitude, but was a little sour of the attitude of the Emperor's eldest grandson. Little grandson, what's wrong with you?
Meng Yi and you have been together for a month, and I, Zhao Gao, have been driving from the palace to the mansion to pick you up every day, and then driving you back to the mansion with a clatter of my car. I've been picking you up and carrying you longer and more often than Meng Yi! How come you're grinning with joy the moment you see Meng Yi back?!
This summer, we were picked up and dropped off by cars, hugged each other, but in the end, my heart was given to the wrong person!
Zhao Gao stood behind Meng Yi like a mushroom, exuding a sour and complicated emotion.
Fusu couldn't help but lower his eyes when he saw Meng Yi coming. He clenched his two beautiful big hands with distinct joints at his sides and thought quietly for a long time. Finally, he sorted out his thoughts that had been confused by his fat son's "debo debo" baby voice. He carefully organized his words in his mind, frowned and bowed to his father who was sitting at the top, and said:
"Father, I understand Ying's meaning. I was not thoughtful enough before. I didn't understand your painstaking efforts and didn't express my meaning clearly."
Hearing that his unfortunate father had finally admitted his mistake, Ying Xiaopangdun had just breathed a sigh of relief. The next moment, he heard a terrifying turning point from his father's mouth that made his heart, which had just been relieved, rise again high in the air:
"However, Father, even though I agree with your idea of expanding the scale of the Imperial Mausoleum, conscripting a million laborers to build the Great Wall, and constructing the Afang Palace, in my opinion, these three projects are enormous, time-consuming, and labor-intensive undertakings. I do not recommend starting them all simultaneously. We should discuss this carefully, prioritize them, and allocate construction timelines."
"This will not only give the laborers and conscripts a break, but also ensure the completion of several major projects with guaranteed quality and quantity."
Hearing that his unfortunate father had finally fully expressed his true meaning, the little fat boy's heart was relieved. He tilted his head slightly, looking at his grandfather pursing his lips in deep thought, and then he held the black amplified translator in his hand, which he had paid for with 99 blind box coins from the system shopping cart, and continued to babbled to his grandfather in a baby voice:
"Aaaah..." (Grandfather, although my father is clumsy and always says the wrong thing, making him angry, I also think that his idea of phased construction makes sense. Grandfather is a man of great talent and wisdom, with so many great wishes to fulfill. He wants to go on expeditions to help the people of Daqin control the disobedient Hu people outside the Great Wall, and he also wants to build three major projects to leave precious material wealth for future generations. The realization of each of these ambitions is inseparable from the support of the people of Daqin!)
"Aa ...
Looking at his darling grandson who was not even as tall as his shoulders when he stood up, not only did he utter a lot of fresh little words from his little mouth "Aba Aba", but he also raised his two chubby hands excitedly while speaking, as if he wanted to pray to the black bird in the sky. This clever, naughty and intelligent look made the First Emperor want to laugh.
Li Si, Wei Liao, Feng Quji, Meng Yi and Zhao Gao, who were standing below and listening attentively with their ears pricked up, could not help but subconsciously ponder the value of the three words "sustainable" in the little emperor's name.
After hearing his son's set of small words, Fusu's eyes lit up, and he quickly followed up his son's words and looked at his father and advised:
"Father, what Ying said is exactly what I wanted to say. If three major projects are carried out simultaneously, plus the foreign expedition, the common people will really be exhausted to death! It is better to concentrate our efforts on completing one major project first, let the laborers rest for two years, and then implement other major projects. The expedition can also wait until the agricultural tools in the world are initially improved, the farmers have thoroughly studied the books on increasing production given by the Xuanniao, the grain production of the people has increased slightly, and the food rations of the common people have increased slightly. Wouldn't it be more confident to carry out the expedition?"
After hearing his eldest son's long speech, the First Emperor looked down again and saw Fusu's expectant gaze. For the first time, he had a clear and regretful realization: Fusu was born too early! He shouldn't have given birth to his eldest son. If he had given birth to his grandson or great-grandson, after two generations of Qin emperors, the newly unified and chaotic empire would have been straightened out both internally and externally. If Fusu really wanted to use Confucianism to govern the country, it would not be impossible.
But no matter whether it was him or "Qin Ershi", the next seventy or eighty years had already been framed. The Qin people born now would have to work for Qin's external expansion and the construction of various large projects until their death. Perhaps a hundred years later, the barbarians outside would have been tamed and made aware, the Great Wall that should be built in the country would have been built, the Lingqu Canal that should have been dug would have been dug, and the highways that should have been built to connect in all directions would have been built wide and flat. By then, the Qin people under the rule of Qin III and Qin IV would be able to recuperate for two generations.
As the First Emperor thought about it, his gaze deepened.
Qin Ying also looked at his father with a sincere face below, and had only one thought in his mind: if his father was born in the Liu family and became Emperor Wen of Han or Emperor Jing of Han, he would probably do a good job.
But he happened to be born in the Qin family, which was completely incompatible with the cold and hard style of the Qin monarchs of all generations. It was like a smiling angel Samoyed was suddenly born among a group of majestic and cold white tigers. Except for the similar color on the outside, the temperament inside was completely different.
No way! No way! His father wants to be a "Samoyed", but Qin Ying wants to follow in his grandfather's footsteps and become a "Little White Tiger"! His father should just stand aside and take a break. Let him do it. He has plenty of strength and means!
The little fat boy was clutching his grandfather's wide black sleeves with his little hands, staring at his biological father, the "Samoyed", standing below him, a little distracted. Suddenly, his grandfather's majestic voice rang in his ears. When Qin Ying regained consciousness, he saw his grandfather saying to his biological father:
"Since Ying and Fusu both believe that carrying out three major projects simultaneously is too labor-intensive, we should proceed with the construction in phases. For now, we won't increase the number of workers on the Lishan Imperial Mausoleum. Next year, after Meng Tian drives out the Xiongnu and recaptures the Hetao region, we'll conscript two million civilians to concentrate on building the Great Wall. After the Great Wall is completed, we'll begin work on the Afang Palace. As for the campaigns against the Western Regions, Baiyue, and the Northern Frontier, we'll wait until we have news from the Confucian officials who are going to educate people outside the Great Wall. Then we'll begin the expedition."
Upon hearing his father double the number of laborers originally planned to build the Great Wall, Fusu was smart enough not to say anything this time. He understood that his father was moving all the laborers who were planned to expand the construction of Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum and Afang Palace to the Great Wall project.
The total population of the common people in Daqin is now about 20 million. Two million laborers means one in ten people, and one laborer in each family. If the number of people is doubled, the construction period can be cut in half. If everything goes well, it may only take about five years to complete.
Finally, his father listened to his advice, and Fusu couldn't help but clench his hands in joy.
Qin Ying also figured out the construction period. By the time the construction starts the year after next, Daqin's papermaking and printing technology will definitely have matured. By then, Daqin's improved version of "Wild Vegetable Atlas" will be sent to every village among the people. The common people will be accustomed to living in the dugouts that are warm in winter and cool in summer, know all kinds of edible wild vegetables, master the preparation methods of wheat and bean food, and can also rent new agricultural tools. More than two years is enough for the common people's living standards to take a small step forward, and the little fat boy can also feel relieved.
Seeing his grandfather looking at the black translator in his hand with some curiosity, the little fat boy immediately raised the black gadget in his hand and said with a smile:
"Ya ...
The First Emperor, somewhat surprised, took the black metal, bottle-shaped, speaker-amplified translator from his grandson. After examining it over and over, he clipped it to his grandson's collar without any instruction. Seeing the little fellow's bewildered expression, he smiled with satisfaction and said,
"Grandfather knows how filial Ying is. You can use the translator yourself. Grandfather has no need for it."
Seeing his grandfather's smiling eyes, the little fat boy immediately nodded his furry little head with joy and grinned happily.
Looking at the two figures above, one kneeling and the other standing, living in harmony, Fusu, who was originally happy, felt embarrassed for some reason. At this moment, he felt that he should not be standing in the hall, but should roll out.
He is clearly both a "son" and a "father", but for some reason, he has a feeling of helplessness as if "the son is not a son" and "the father is not a father".
By the time it got dark outside the window.
Fusu carried his plump son out of Zhangtai Palace and headed outside the palace. He saw the chubby boy in his arms fiddling with his little black translator.
After Fusu, holding his son and stepping on a horse stool, entered the red sandalwood carriage, he could not help but look at his son who was playing with the translator and asked, "Ying, do you really dislike your father?"
All 99 blind box coins were spent reluctantly. Ying·Little Fatty was exploring his little translator, determined to develop all its effective functions to make his blind box coins worthwhile. Suddenly, his father's somewhat dull and straightforward speech rang out above his head.
The little fat boy immediately raised his furry little head, blinked his eyes at his father, and said in a childish voice, "Mo?"
Fusu was no longer foolish enough to accept his fat son's pretense of being dumb. He raised his chin slightly towards the translator in his son's hand and said, "Use the translator. Father can't understand your baby talk."
Seeing his father's persistence in finding the answer, Ying, the little fat boy, sighed like a little adult, then turned off the speaker function of the translator with his fingers, raised the translator and said to his father in a childish but firm voice:
"Aiya..." (Good morning, good grandpa, my father is stupid! Grandpa is smart, good morning! My father is stupid!)
"I'm stupid?" Fusu, who had never heard the word "stupid" in his twenty years of life, was stunned by his son who was less than one year old calling him "stupid" in a disgusted tone. He pointed his finger at his own handsome face in disbelief, his eyes widened in astonishment, and asked back, but the little fat boy pursed his lips and nodded heavily.
Fusu, who was deeply shocked, was so angry that he almost laughed. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead with a headache.
The little fat boy couldn't help but shook his head helplessly when he saw this. If he didn't tell, his father would have always wanted to ask. If he told, his father would be defeated!
The little guy lowered his head again to study his small translator.
The eldest prince was full of melancholy before entering the palace, and he was still full of melancholy after leaving the palace.
When the carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the eldest prince's mansion, Fusu got off the carriage with his son in his arms. He was about to walk into the mansion with his long legs when his son suddenly called him in a baby voice and walked to the two big horses pulling the carriage.
"Ying, what are you going to do?"
Fusu looked at his son in confusion as he put the translator to his lips, his eyes shining as he watched the horse pulling the cart.
The next moment, he clearly heard the little fat boy's baby voice smiling and asking the two big horses through the translator:
"Ah, ah, ah..." (Horse, horse, tell me, are you two male or female?)
Upon hearing this, Fusu looked at his chubby son in his arms in astonishment, then looked at the horse that snorted twice. He was completely dumbfounded. Is this how you use a translator?!
Qin Ying asked the two horses with great anticipation, but one second, two seconds, three seconds passed and the two horses showed no response at all.
The little fat boy frowned and asked the birds flying in the sky in a gibberish voice:
"Eaaaaa..." (Birds, birds, what species are you?)
A group of tired birds flapping their wings, eager to return to their nests, did not respond to the human cubs on the ground who were humming and babbling, tilting their furry little heads and calling out to them happily.
Qin Ying: “…”
Fusu: “…”
Seeing his own father's teasing look that asked him "Who is stupid, the son or the father?", Ying·Little Fatty's round face instantly turned red with embarrassment, and he obediently put the small translator into the system space. He had imagined that the things sold in the Fool System Mall were too powerful!
Using my mind to call up the system screen, I saw the product promotion for the translator sold on the order form read: [Dear, purchase our amplified translator and you can translate any language smoothly!]
His large phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he muttered in a vague baby voice to the overly exaggerated slogan, "Ya ...
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