"Brother, why are you here?"
When Zhao Hao heard a familiar voice, he subconsciously looked up and saw Fusu, dressed in military uniform, hurriedly walking towards the door.
"Brother, I just heard you say, how many kilograms of something can be produced per mu?" Fusu asked in surprise.
"Is there any? Maybe the eldest brother heard it wrong, there is no such thing!" Zhao Hao laughed while waving his hand to signal Laifu and Chang Wei to hide the potatoes.
Fusu looked suspicious, but did not go into details.
After all, the idea of a sacred object producing several kilograms per acre was really shocking. When he thought about it, he might have heard it wrong.
"Brother, I heard that you skipped classes? Do you know that my father is inspecting your studies in Wensi Pavilion!" Fusu said solemnly.
"Ah?" Zhao Hao was startled and hurriedly asked: "When did it happen!?"
"An hour ago, I heard Zhao Gao sent someone to inform me!"
"Zhao Gao? Will he inform you?"
"What, you have a problem with him?"
Fusu frowned and said, "He is my father's personal attendant. He has served my father for more than twenty years and is deeply trusted by him!"
"Well....."
Zhao Hao hesitated for a moment, waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's not that I have any objections, I just want to remind my eldest brother not to trust him easily in the future!"
"Why?"
"There aren't many reasons. Anyway, just listen to me. I won't do you any harm!"
When Fusu heard this, he glanced at Zhao Hao strangely, nodded and said, "Brother, I understand!"
"But." As he said that, he changed the topic and said hurriedly: "Hurry up and follow me to Wensi Pavilion. Maybe my father will scold you lightly because of your young age..."
"Eldest brother, I am already twelve years old. Do you think I am the young prince? How could my father forgive me so easily? With his temper!"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Fusu said with a straight face: "A son never talks about his father's fault, and a disciple never talks about his teacher's ethics. My brother already knows that you made Master Chun angry in class!"
"Since the eldest brother knows, then my father must also know. Maybe my father went to Wensi Pavilion to punish me. I can't go!" Zhao Hao refused.
"If you don't go, won't Father punish you?"
Fusu hated the irony and said: "My father is strict with others, but he never blames others. As long as you truly know your mistakes, my father will forgive you!"
"Why don't I believe what my eldest brother said? I know my father better than you do!" Zhao Hao said angrily.
"You?" Fusu was stunned and thought to himself, you don't even see your father in person, how dare you say you know him?
"Then tell me, what kind of person is my father?"
Zhao Hao loved history in his previous life, so he was very familiar with Qin Shihuang’s various deeds and historical evaluations, so he replied without thinking: “I’ll just call it boring!”
Bang!
As soon as Zhao Hao finished speaking, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground outside the door.
"Um?"
Zhao Hao and Fu Su both followed the sound and saw Dahu and Erhu with a cauldron placed in front of them, looking to the side with horrified expressions.
"This is..." Fusu frowned and looked back at Zhao Hao doubtfully.
Zhao Hao was stunned, waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, I asked them to move it here for hot pot later!"
"hot pot?"
"It's just a kind of delicacy. Let me tell you, it's delicious. I guarantee you, brother, you will know the taste after eating it..."
"Okay, tell me quickly, don't think I didn't hear what you just insulted my father!"
Fusu knew that Zhao Hao loved to eat and could talk endlessly about food, so he quickly interrupted him.
But Zhao Hao said with some dissatisfaction: "Why did I humiliate my father? What I said is the truth. If you don't believe me, think about it. My father clearly loves the county system, why do you have to discuss the system in public?"
"You said that my father's heart is towards the system of prefectures and counties?" Fusu was surprised.
Zhao Hao rolled his eyes at him and said: "Isn't this nonsense? Let me tell you, my father has never thought of adopting the enfeoffment system. He is the first emperor of China and calls himself the First Emperor. How can he follow the ancient system and follow the old etiquette?"
"Besides, the core of the enfeoffment system is to divide the world. I, the Qin Dynasty, managed to unify the world with great difficulty, and only fools divide it. This is a matter of principle. How could my father agree to this!"
"But Master Chun said that enfeoffment is the right way..."
Zhao Hao cursed disdainfully: "He knows the right way to fart!"
"Brother Hao, don't be rude!"
Fusu's face was stern, and Zhao Hao immediately gave up, and continued: "Brother, think about it carefully, why did my father discuss the system in the Doctor's Palace? Because my father wants all the scholars from all over the world to gather in Xianyang. As long as these The scholars gathered under their noses, and Da Qin soon settled down!"
"Just like those remnants of the Six Kingdoms, if there are no scholars to advise them, what great things can they accomplish by themselves?"
"To put it another way, if scholars are not valued by the court, what will happen to them? They will feel that their talents are not appreciated, and they will want to find a 'Ming Zhu' to achieve great achievements. Is such a scholar very harmful?"
"This...seems to be quite big..."
Fusu nodded hesitantly.
Zhao Hao shrugged: "So, my father's real purpose is to attract scholars from the six countries to come to Xianyang. If they are really talented, then let them become officials. If they are stubborn, then... .”
Fusu narrowed his eyes and interrupted Zhao Hao: "Just what?"
"It clicked!"
"What a bastard! If a scholar becomes an official, will the world be at peace?"
Zhao Hao raised his hand to his forehead, shook his head and sighed: "Fortunately, you are from Confucianism. You don't even see the nature of scholars. Scholars like to get involved in political affairs. As long as they become officials, they will worry about gains and losses, be timid and reluctant to give up." The official hat on the head!”
"What are these words?" Fusu frowned in confusion.
Zhao Hao said in a funny tone: "Brother, look at Zhou Qingchen, is that true? He is dealing with Confucian disciples while at the same time trying to please the old prime minister. To put it bluntly, doesn't he just love being an official?"
"this....."
Fusu reacted for a moment and nodded subconsciously.
So that’s it!
Yes, strange knowledge has been added!
"Then tell me, is my father a dull man? On the surface, he doesn't support anyone and just sits there watching the show. In fact, he has already made clear arrangements in his heart!" Seeing Fusu come to his senses, Zhao Hao winked again. .
"Uh...it seems quite naughty..."
Fusu was fooled by Zhao Hao and mumbled something out of nowhere.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, there was another "clang" sound outside the door.
"Who is this!?"
Zhao Hao heard the sound and scolded him impatiently, then turned around and saw Zhongxian standing there at a loss, with coals scattered everywhere on the brazier on the ground.
The coals of fire fell onto his cloth shoes, but there was no reaction.
"Oh, what did you do? You can't hold a brazier well. If you don't clean it up quickly, the water will leak out later..."
Zhao Hao cursed and walked towards the door. Before he finished speaking, he saw Ying Zheng standing behind the door with a black look on his face.
Ying Zheng: "......"
Zhao Hao: "......"
The two looked at each other, both speechless.
After a while, Ying Zheng snorted coldly and stepped through the door.
Suddenly, Zhao Hao slammed the door shut.
"Damn it! I must be hallucinating!"
