"Wang Jian destroyed three kingdoms, and his son Wang Ben, whom he taught, destroyed two kingdoms. His Majesty granted him the title of Marquis of Wucheng.
"Dun was weak for the sake of the world, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice himself. He did not hesitate to disappear together with Zongheng. He stood opposite all the courtiers, pointed coldly at thousands of people, and refuted everyone. His Majesty was overjoyed and made an exception. He was granted the title of Chehou and used his knowledge to Zongheng. is the number.
"The talented people in the Qin State are like the stars in the sky, and there are countless others. Wang Wan has not made any mistakes in his internal affairs for ten years. Li Si's "Remonstration and Expulsion Book" recruited the courtiers, and also remonstrated His Majesty's determination to unify the six countries... Their influence on the Qin State Credit is like the roar of the East Sea, with no end in sight.
"But the only person who can be granted the title of Marquis of Che is Wang Jian, and both of them are weak. It shows that it is difficult to be granted the title of Marquis of Che!
"However, Meng Ao, who had not been on the battlefield for several years and had not made any military achievements against the Qin State, died of illness. The Lord of Chang'an wanted Meng Ao to be the Marquis of Che, and gave him the title of Champion. He will always be the champion of the entire army. This title is more respected than the most respected 'Wu'an' "The two words are more respected, and they overwhelm all the famous generals of ancient and modern times."
"Your Majesty agreed to such an unreasonable request. Your Majesty accepted this advice because Lord Chang'an showed great prestige in the court. This is to silence Lord Chang'an with the position of Chehou - since Lord Chang'an wants to eliminate the nobles, Why did the royal power make an exception and invite the Marquis of Che?
"Your Majesty has already seen the thoughts of Lord Chang'an and the teacher. This is definitely not unintentional, but intentional. Without any trouble, Your Majesty will still promote Lord Chang'an to a position second only to the throne. With Your Majesty's power, this It is not difficult to do, just announce it to the court and no one dares to object.
"Teacher, don't think too highly of Lord Chang'an, and don't underestimate Your Majesty too much. Your Majesty holds the throne, uses his human body to perform divine deeds, and makes people in the world fear him like a god even if they don't respect him. He does not rely on the blood of the Ying family. Rather, he was a man with clear rewards and punishments, his martial arts skills in destroying six kingdoms, his cruelty in killing thousands of miles away, his fearlessness in reforming the law, changing the enfeoffment into counties and counties, and his fearlessness in issuing decrees with the same text, carriages in the same track, and actions in the same order.
"Teacher, don't embarrass Your Majesty with Lord Chang'an anymore. The nobles you want to break are the privileges you rely on. It's ridiculous to use the power given by heaven to defy heaven.
"Mencius said: 'If you are poor, you will be good for yourself; if you are rich, you will be good for the world.' The disciple is not a disciple of Mencius, but a disciple of Xunzi. The disciple does not believe what Mencius said. Therefore, the disciple begs the teacher and also asks the teacher to persuade the Lord of Chang'an to stop.
"The talents of two people cannot be matched by ten Zhang Cang. But please use these talents to your own advantage, and don't use them all to benefit the world. The world will be better without you."
After saying what he was thinking in one breath, Zhang Cang waited anxiously for the teacher's response.
In the past, he was the one who was taught. This was the first time he discussed Taoism with his teacher Xunzi, but he did not expect that it would be in such a fierce way.
"Well said, that's great."
Xunzi was overjoyed, but Zhang Cang, who was praised highly by a teacher for the first time in his life, felt uncomfortable all over.
He laughed dryly.
"Teacher, don't be scared."
He completely denied the teacher on the matter of Qin State, and strongly criticized and condemned the teacher's actions. Not only was the teacher not angry, he even praised him for what he said.
He was afraid and worried that the teacher's next sentence would be "You are better than your master, so you don't need to learn from me", so he would be expelled from the teacher.
"Green is taken from blue, and green is from blue. Ice is from water, and cold is from water. You..."
"Teacher, just hit Cang! Cang just made such nonsense! He deserves to be hit!"
Zhang Cang hurriedly interrupted Xunzi's words and stretched out his two big chubby hands. Just like when he made a mistake in class at Jixia Academy, he closed his eyes tightly and his eyelids kept trembling, waiting to be beaten.
The heat in my palms didn't wait, but the warmth on my head came.
Zhang Cang opened his eyes and saw the teacher stroking his head lovingly. The warmth from the top of his head reached straight to his heart, which was warmer than the flame of a brazier in winter.
"You will be beaten if you tell nonsense, but you are not making nonsense. You have thought deeply about it and you should not be beaten.
"The blue dragon does not swim with the fish and shrimps, and the fierce tiger does not travel with the cattle and sheep. Han Fei and Li Si are both great talents. Although they are gentle on the outside, they are aloof on the inside. But they meet with you, a lazy person who dreams of becoming a god and flying immortal every day. Shendu. I was also wondering how you managed to make them treat you differently. It turns out that you are also a great talent.
"It's good not to follow blindly, but to question and think. The King of Qin has not given you a high official or a salary, but you volunteer to speak for him. From the perspective of personal charm, the King of Qin is higher than the king.
"You said that I underestimate the King of Qin. This is true, but do you underestimate the King? You often meet with the King on the balcony, and you and the King do ridiculous things together. Do you think that the King will only be ridiculous?"
Zhang Cang stopped talking and smiled.
Although going to the balcony was not prohibited by Qin law and was not against morality, he was still very uncomfortable in front of his mentor and felt a sense of shame as if he had no clothes on.
"The gentleman on the balcony is only one side of you, not all of you. The facts you stated are correct, but the conclusions drawn are not. You are biased against you, and while your prejudice persists, as long as you are involved Go on, no matter how correct I say, you won’t listen.”
Xunzi extinguished the flame in the brazier, and through the cracks in the firewood, he could see the dark charcoal at the bottom. The burning time of firewood is very short, and the warmth in the winter house mainly depends on the charcoal at the bottom.
Xunzi threw firewood into the brazier to make the open flame in the brazier more prosperous. Elderly people like to warm themselves up by the fire.
Turning to look at the fine snow falling outside the window, Xunzi said:
"If you don't have charcoal this winter, will you be cold?"
Zhang Cang nodded.
"Of course it's cold."
Xunzi pointed out the window.
"What about them? How will these ordinary people with no official titles and no titles get through this cold winter without buying charcoal? Just burning wood without a lasting flame for warmth will kill many people in this cold winter. Such a life, you Are they willing to live it?"
The heating conditions in the Qin Dynasty were not particularly good. In addition to putting cotton strips on the windows and doorways and hanging thick blankets, burning charcoal fires was also an indispensable part of Qin people's heating methods.
But in the Qin Dynasty, it was not easy to obtain charcoal fire. Charcoal fire was also a precious commodity in the Qin Dynasty, and only the royal family and nobles could afford it.
Unlike the nobles, ordinary people could buy charcoal if they had money. They could only think of ways to buy clothes and make fire.
When it comes to choosing clothing materials, these ordinary people usually choose animal furs. Some people will go into the mountains to hunt before winter, and the furs of the hunted prey will be used as materials for sewing clothes.
In addition to animal fur, they will also find some thick leaves and firewood and place them evenly inside their clothes. Although the thickness of clothes has increased, it cannot achieve the effect of keeping warm. Many people still rely on willpower to survive the winter.
In other words, in the cold winter, apart from picking dry branches and chopping firewood to obtain fire materials, most people can only survive the winter and gamble with their lives.
What Teacher Zhang Cang Mingwu wanted to say was in response to what he just said: "The people have been tired of war for a long time, and they are satisfied to live a stable life."
So he didn't answer the teacher's question, but skipped the surface and went straight to the inside.
"I know what the teacher wants to say. Charcoal is obtained by burning a large amount of firewood. It is not easy to make. Even if Chang'an Jun succeeds in his reform, we cannot make everyone in the world use charcoal in winter."
Xunzi smiled, dusted himself off, stood up, and opened the door. The air-conditioning blew in his face, making Zhang Cang shiver and make his fat growl.
"Come with me."
Xunzi put on his warm leather clothes and stepped out of the room.
"Just come."
Zhang Cang muttered and reluctantly got up.
If it weren't for Xun Zizhao, he wouldn't want to leave the warmth indoors and plunge into the cold outdoors.
He put on his sheepskin jacket, and as if his fat body was about to burst the sheepskin at any moment, he followed the teacher out and closed the door behind him.
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The walls are rough and stubble can be seen everywhere.
The bulging bedding was stained with unknown black stains and looked dirty.
A child waited quietly beside the clay pot.
There were no pots in the Qin Dynasty, so dignitaries used cauldrons to cook food, while ordinary people who couldn't afford cauldrons used clay pots.
There was nothing in the clay pot, and it wasn't dinner time yet. The reason why the children squatted here was not to eat, but because a fire was set up here to cook food an hour ago.
Under the clay pot, the remaining black ashes had long since become cold. But the child stubbornly believed that these cold ashes would still bring him warmth.
This is what Zhang Cang saw with his teacher Xunzi.
Zhang Cang, who was still a little cold in his sheepskin coat, looked at the children squatting on the ground with their legs crossed, turned his head, and dryly said to the host who led them in:
"Why don't you cover yourself with a quilt?"
Although the quilt on the simple stone bed was dirty, it could still keep out the cold.
"Hey! You're still lazy! Go chop wood!"
The owner, who was numb and without a smile outside, suddenly roared angrily.
"only."
The child sat up suddenly, stamped his feet and rubbed his hands, and ran out wearing the thick coat he was wearing, which was far less able to keep out the cold than Zhang Cang's fur-padded jacket.
"What were you asking about just now? I didn't hear you clearly."
The owner of the standard Qin face said humbly.
Zhang Cang opened his mouth but couldn't speak. He didn't want to ask anymore.
Although he had not become a high official or entered the ranks of the top nobles after coming to Qin for more than ten years, he had never worried about life.
In winter, if there is enough charcoal, the food will have meat. That fat body is a symbol of wealth.
He knew what the people at the bottom lived like, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. Zhang Cang, who calls himself a fairy, wants to become a god and a flying immortal, and wants to live longer.
When the master saw the old man and the fat man in front of him without speaking, he felt a little anxious. His work was not finished yet.
To be precise, his work is not done yet.
"If you two adults don't say anything, I will do something."
His tone was a little anxious.
These two people were taken by the city defense army and came to him and said they wanted to come and see his house. It was very sudden.
He didn't know how nice his dilapidated house was. Aren't most of Xianyang's houses like this?
Delaying his work and not giving him money will cost the lives of his family!
Xunzi walked to the bed and pulled down the quilt, revealing an old face.
Zhang Cang immediately understood why the child was not wearing a quilt, because there was another person in the quilt, an old man who wanted to use this quilt to extend his life.
"What are you going to do, sir? I have not violated Qin's laws!"
The master hurriedly stepped forward, snatched the quilt from Xunzi's hand, and covered the old man tightly again.
There was unspeakable anger and distress on his face.
As soon as the quilt was lifted, some of the heat dissipated, and the temperature inside the quilt dropped. As soon as the temperature dropped, his father would die.
"The teacher is giving the old man some air. If he is covered with quilt for a long time, he will suffocate to death if there is no air."
Zhang Cang defended the teacher.
The master looked at Zhang Cang strangely, said nothing, and tucked his father's quilt tightly.
"People have the ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. When the dead fat guy can't breathe as you said, he will naturally lift the quilt and breathe. As long as he is not unable to move independently, a living person will not be suffocated by the quilt. Reading, You can’t read to death.”
The door opened, and the wind and snow poured in. The already cold room became even colder, and the owner's face became even more unkind.
Ying Chengyu, wearing a thick snow-white fox fur and a pair of black rhinoceros leather boots, stood at the door with a bright smile.
The white snow falls on the white fox clothes, almost invisible. The strong wind was intercepted by the white fox fur and could not penetrate.
Ying Chengyu's long hair was wet with snowflakes, and some of his slightly wet hair fell wantonly on his broad shoulders. There was a smile on his unusually handsome face, completely dispersing his majesty.
The clothes are as white as snow, as graceful as jade, and like an immortal.
The owner, who wanted to say something harsh, held back.
Although the Qin Dynasty respected black, one look at this snow-white fox fur made it clear that it was expensive, and he could not afford to offend anyone who wore such clothes.
"Hey, my husband is here too. I just heard a voice that sounded like a fat man's voice when I was outside. I didn't expect it to be you two."
Ying Chengyu looked at Xunzi and said with a smile.
Turning around, he looked at the owner, whose clothes were the thinnest and whose expression could not hide his unkindness. His expression also became somewhat unkind.
"Why are you standing there in a daze? Come here and help me, Nai Gong doesn't owe you anything! The government will give it to you for free this time. Next month, take the photo sticker and pick it up yourself. Bring the money!"
[You should close the door, it's cold! ]
The owner gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, relaxed his breathing, walked up and took the silk bag from Ying Chengyu's hand, and closed the door smoothly.
When I opened it, I saw that the inside was black and had holes, like blocks of stone.
"Is this for me?"
The master hesitated.
From Ying Chengxuan's words just now, he could tell that Ying Chengxuan was from the government, and he could also tell that this was something brought to him.
But the government never took the initiative to send anything. The owner was afraid that he would get it wrong, and he couldn't believe it.
"Of course it's for you.
"This is called briquettes. Your Majesty is afraid that you will freeze to death, so he made it specially for you. Bring a brazier over here, and I will teach you how to use it. It is quite simple, similar to charcoal.
"Don't be stunned, hurry up, I'm going to the next house!"
Freezing to death, brazier, charcoal.
These two words made the owner's eyes suddenly light up, like a blind man suddenly seeing light.
"Oh oh oh! Yui!"
The master responded hurriedly, with anxiety in his eyes.
There was no brazier in his home, so he had no use for it.
I was afraid that this old man wearing a white fox coat and having a bad temper would not know how to use the charcoal-like thing in the silk bag after he left.
He was so anxious that he took down the clay pot for cooking.
"Sir, is this okay?"
(End of chapter)
