"His Majesty."
When Ying Rong saw that Ying Zheng was so determined, he knelt down and begged.
Fortunately, Ying Teng had quick eyes and quick hands and stopped him in a hurry: "Uncle Huang is tired. Someone, come and take Uncle Huang back to his home!"
"His Majesty!"
Ying Rong called again unwillingly.
Ying Zheng didn't even look at him, but said coldly: "Since the Shang Dynasty, the emperor and kings have been killed and martyred, ranging from dozens to hundreds; generals and officials have been killed to the death, ranging from a few to dozens. There are chariots and horses, singers, and dancing girls;
I unified the six kingdoms and pacified the world, and my achievements were as great as those of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. If I killed people according to the ancient method, how many people should I kill and die for? "
"this"
Ying Rong was speechless.
But Ying Zheng waved his sleeves, looked around at the ministers and said, "For my own selfish desires, regardless of the people's support and morality, how can I stand in the world?"
"But Your Majesty, this method has existed since ancient times."
"snort!"
Ying Zheng snorted, interrupting Ying Chang who was about to speak, and said in a deep voice:
"Xunzi once said: 'Carving death and attaching it to life is called ink; carving life and attaching it to death is called confusion; killing life and sending death to it is called thief', I am not confused yet!
Furthermore, does it have to be true since it has been around since ancient times? I don’t believe it anymore. If we don’t use this method, our Great Qin will really die in the second generation! "
After saying this, he turned to look at Li Si: "Li Tingwei, if I want to abolish this law, is it consistent with Qin law?"
Hearing this, Li Si quickly bowed forward and said seriously: "Your Majesty, the use of human sacrifices for burial is not in line with Qin's political etiquette and should be abolished!"
"good!"
Ying Zheng applauded loudly and immediately issued an edict: "Come here and convey my decree. From now on, no one from Qin, from the emperor to the head of Guizhou, is allowed to be buried alive!"
"Your Majesty, Holy Might!"
All the ministers shouted in unison.
Ying Zhang and Ying Rong looked at each other and couldn't help but look at each other.
Soon, a farce started by the Yongcheng clan ended hastily.
But the undercurrent that followed was quietly surging.
Back in his small courtyard, before Zhao Hao's butt was hot from sitting, he was called to the study by Ying Zheng.
At this time, the father and son were sitting casually on the couch, chatting about painting and what happened today.
"Father, this imperial uncle is not a simple person."
Zhao Hao smiled and said to Ying Zheng: "I said that I want you to come to Yongcheng to comfort your ancestors, worship God, and return my great ambition of the sixth generation of Da Qin Fen. Now that you have done these things, it seems that the drunkard is not interested in drinking."
"Ah!"
Ying Zheng snorted, picked up the drawing paper in his hand, and said with a chuckle: "You kid likes to talk nonsense. What a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking. He was deceived by Tang Juzhi. Little did he know that Lishanling was the one chosen by Tang Juzhi. "
"Oh? Was Lishan Mausoleum chosen by Tang Ju?"
Zhao Hao was a little surprised.
But Ying Zheng glanced at him lightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you meet him? What do you think of him?"
"No, just like a big liar!"
"Haha, I thought so too at first!"
"this"
Zhao Hao looked hesitant and asked with some confusion: "My father doesn't believe him, why did he let him choose the mausoleum?"
"I didn't let him choose"
Ying Zheng shook his head and said, "It was Lu Buwei who found him!"
Lu Buwei?
Zhao Hao's heart moved.
According to official historical records, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor was designed by Li Si and completed under the supervision of Zhang Han.
But after careful consideration, I feel it is unreasonable.
During the Warring States Period, the prime minister was generally responsible for building royal tombs.
Li Si was just the last prime minister of the Qin Dynasty. Before him, there were two prime ministers, Lu Buwei and Wang Wan.
Even if the First Emperor had great trust in him, his status and official position at that time were far from what they are now, so it was almost impossible for him to preside over the construction of the royal tomb.
Now hearing what Ying Zheng said about the construction of the royal tomb presided over by Lu Buwei, Zhao Hao was not surprised.
"Since Li Shanling was chosen by Tang Ju, why did he have a problem with deceiving the emperor's uncle?"
Zhao Hao still asked with some confusion.
Ying Zheng smiled and said: "Tang Juzhi was Lu Buwei's retainer. When I first came to the throne, Lu Buwei had all the power, so that I could not use it. Later, when I regained the power, I immediately expelled Lu Buwei's retainers, including Tang Juzhi. "
"Oh, this son knows that Li Si wrote the "Book of Remonstrance and Expulsion" to his father, and his father brought them back again!"
"Haha, but this Tang Juzhi is not included."
"I understand, Tang Juzhi has a grudge against his father!"
Zhao Hao suddenly nodded, then looked disdainful: "No wonder this old guy goes around arranging for his father and causing trouble secretly."
"Okay, I'm just a clown, so don't mention it!"
Ying Zheng smiled and waved his hand, and was about to change the subject when Zhao Hao said with some confusion: "Don't you plan to pursue this person to death?"
"I would like to pursue this person, but he comes and goes without a trace and has countless aliases. It is difficult to find him!"
"this"
Zhao Hao was speechless and subconsciously scratched his face.
Finding people in ancient times was no better than finding people in later generations. There were surveillance everywhere.
Trying to find someone in the nook and cranny of the mountains is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
This is also the main reason why those remnants of the Six Kingdoms easily escaped the Qin army's search.
Seeing that Zhao Hao couldn't think of a solution for a while, Ying Zheng smiled and said, "What's the matter with the porcelain you just mentioned?"
"Porcelain? Oh, that's right. Didn't my father want human figurines to be buried with him? I think the human figurines are all made of pottery, which is not conducive to the long-term preservation of colors. If you use porcelain, this problem can be perfectly solved!"
Zhao Hao reacted and replied.
When he was painting portraits of military officials, he had not yet thought of using porcelain to make human figurines. Later, when he accidentally discovered celadon, he suddenly had the idea to use porcelain instead of pottery to make terracotta warriors and horses.
Think of those three-color porcelain figures from the Tang Dynasty, which have lasted for hundreds or thousands of years and are still as bright as new.
Let’s take a look at the pottery figures in the Terracotta Warriors and Horses pit.
Putting aside the personal factors of the first emperor, in terms of aesthetic value alone, they are completely incomparable.
But Ying Zheng asked Zhao Hao with great interest: "Then what exactly is the porcelain you are talking about? Is it related to celadon?"
Zhao Hao thought for a while and said: "It doesn't matter, it is somewhat related, but when you look deeper, the two are really not the same thing!"
"Oh? Then tell me, what is this porcelain made of?"
"It's also clay, but it's not ordinary clay, it's kaolin clay!"
"Kaolin?"
Ying Zheng was stunned and looked at Zhao Hao with some confusion: "What is kaolin clay?"
"this"
Zhao Hao scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "I can't explain this at the moment. I have to send someone to find it. As long as the kaolin is found, porcelain can be fired."
"Okay! I'll send someone to find them right away. You can arrange them."
"Yes, Father."
Zhao Hao accepted the order with his hands in hand.
Soon he left Ying Zheng's study.
In fact, the process of firing porcelain is not complicated. Even in later generations with developed industries, manual firing is still the main method.
Therefore, strictly speaking, as long as you can make pottery, you can make porcelain.
As for why there is no porcelain in this era, only pottery, it is mainly a matter of raw materials and temperature.
The raw material is very simple, it is the kaolin clay that Zhao Hao mentioned.
As for what kaolin is, it is actually Guanyin clay.
The temperature issue is also easy to solve.
In the past, it was not easy to heat up when burning charcoal, but now it is different when burning stone charcoal.
In the afternoon, Li Si, who was in charge of the affairs of the Eastern Tour, began to make arrangements for the departure of the Eastern Tour shortly after the ceremony.
After Zhao Hao left, Ying Zheng took Zhao Gao, Meng Yi, and Zheng Guo into the field, wearing casual clothes.
Starting from the east tour, he saw that the villages along the way were sparsely populated, so he wanted to stop and take a closer look.
Now that I have the opportunity, I want to experience the lives of the people firsthand and understand the people's sentiments.
The fields in April looked particularly deserted because they were empty.
Looking up, most of them are women and children.
There are no cattle and no strong men, so the noisy and enthusiastic spring plowing time has no trace of warmth.
Ying Zheng frowned and looked at them for a while, then walked towards the two figures in silence.
"Dare I ask, eldest sister, does this field belong to your family?"
The woman who was plowing the land stopped her farm work, raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and asked doubtfully: "Who are you? Why do you have the time to come here? Are you buying land?"
"Haha, we don't buy land, we just walk around. Dare I ask eldest sister, are you a farm servant?"
"No, these lands belong to my family!"
The woman shook her head and gasped.
"Oh? Your family has so much land! How is life easy?"
Ying Zheng asked with a smile.
The woman glanced at him and said angrily: "What's better than that? The emperor has put so much effort into it and all the old family members have fled. Who dares to buy and sell by force? Now if you want to sell, no one wants it!"
"Why are you selling the land? Don't you have any money?"
Ying Zheng asked as he asked for a water bag from Zhao Gao and handed it to the woman.
The woman was flattered and quickly took the water bag and thanked Ying Zheng: "Thank you, uncle."
With that said, he poured the water from the water bag into the clay bowl, turned around and shouted to the young man behind him: "My dear, come here and drink some water!"
"Come on!"
The young man responded, threw away the farm tools in his hand, quickly ran to the woman, picked up the water bowl, and drank gurglingly.
After just two sips, he realized something was wrong and shouted in surprise: "Mom, it's yellow rice wine!"
"Uncle is kind-hearted"
The woman laughed tiredly.
Ying Zheng handed the water bag to the young man and said with a smile, "I won't bring much with me this time, so I'll give this to you."
"Mom."
The young man was too timid to take it, so the woman touched his head, took the water bag with tears in her eyes, and bowed to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng raised his hand to help her up, and then asked: "Sister, where is your man? Why don't you come to help you plow the land? Also, why don't you use plowing oxen?"
"Haha, you uncle, you don't understand farming at first sight."
The woman smiled faintly and said with emotion: "In the past few years, who has a man in his family? Men are very valuable! Why don't you know this? All the cattle are sold for the men to use on the road."
"Oh? So, your man has served as a slave?"
Ying Zheng naturally understood what he meant by going on the road.
But the woman was a little bit aggrieved and said: "If you are not a corvee, which man dares not to go to the fields during spring plowing? He is repairing the imperial mausoleum!"
"Mom, don't be sad, there is still me."
The boy whispered.
The woman sneered: "You? You haven't grown up yet. When you grow up, instead of building the imperial tomb, you will build the Great Wall!"
Hearing this, Ying Zheng was extremely embarrassed and was speechless for a moment.
"Young man, what's your father's surname?" Old Zheng Guo suddenly said.
The young man glanced at him and said timidly, "My father's name is Wu Guang!"
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I didn’t finish it because I didn’t have enough time. I will write more tomorrow to make up for it.
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