"What are you doing?" Ying Zheng changed into a thick new dress and stood in the snow, as bloated as a snow doll.

Ju Zizhou sat in the room, sitting in front of the charcoal brazier, and glanced at Ying Zheng while drilling holes in the green bamboo with a knife.

"Why didn't you study in the palace?" Ju Zizhou asked.

Ying Zheng shook his head: "What Meng Ao teaches is not the art of war, but the Confucian style, which is very boring, so I asked him a falsity."

"Take him off?" Ju Zizhou was a little surprised.

This doesn't look like Ying Zheng's style.

"He taught me Confucianism and attracted the Confucian scholars who had served me in the past. I knew that it was the King of Qin who taught me Confucianism, and the Confucianism he taught was the purpose of making me obedient, obeyed, and obedient to the King of Qin."

Ying Zheng smiled, and his smile showed badness: "But when I really chose to obey, Meng Ao will be afraid again!"

"Welcome your subordinates in advance, it is clear that they want to break the relationship with you, so as to lose loyalty to the King of Qin and establish the image of a pure minister... You are too obedient to him, and the teacher and student are harmonious. Regardless of whether the King of Qin is suspicious or not, Meng Ao will feel uncomfortable anyway." Ju Zizhou shook his head: "You are quite smart, and you have thought of a solution so quickly."

"I'm afraid that Meng Ao has a great chance of taking charge of the army in this foreign battle." Ying Zheng shook and moved over like a fat duck. He looked at Ju Zizhou lowered his head and drilled the bamboo hole, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Drilling." Ju Zizhou said.

"Drilling? Is it necessary to make something?" Ying Zheng naturally took the carving knife and bamboo from Ju Zizhou's hand and tried it, but it was not very comfortable.

"The old man said, when it's going to be dry, I try to make something and wait until it's drought to water the ground." Ju Zizhou said, "I have to do something."

"Drill some holes, then open the center and pour water into it?" Ying Zheng asked.

"No, it's a waste of water when irrigating like this, so my plan is to cooperate with large-scale dense planting to determine the spacing between crops, then use the spacing to print this spacing, drill holes in the corresponding location, insert them into the soil, and directly fill the soil near the root of the crop..." Ju Zizhou shook his head: "It's just that, can this matter be done, or it's a different story."

Ying Zheng imagined it and couldn't understand it: "Is it necessary? I still don't know if I can succeed if I do so many things."

"That's also done." Ju Zizhou said: "If you don't do it, you will really get drought after the beginning of spring and summer, and you will reduce your grain production and even lose your harvest. Then, in two or three years, the Qin State will continue to fight against the outside world to reduce the population and stabilize the order."

"At that time..." Ju Zizhou glanced at Ying Zheng: "Do you think the Farmers Association can still exist? Can your foundation still exist?"

Ying Zheng was shocked: "Yes, if that's the case... But brother, hasn't the poison in the country been relieved? Can't we use a large number of basic fortifications to alleviate the poison in the country? For example, those who build canals and roads..."

"Although it is very similar, the "poisons in the country" are the externalization of the contradictions caused by artificial unfair distribution; and what I am talking about is a short-term outbreak of contradictions catalysis, which is severe, unlike ordinary poisons in the country that can be quickly alleviated through resource allocation."

Ying Zheng shook his head: "I don't really understand."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, take it slowly." Ju Zizhou sighed: "The world is difficult, and these are the hardest things..."

"When I become the King of Qin, everything will be fine!" Ying Zheng said firmly.

Ju Zizhou glanced at Ying Zheng, wondering if he could: "Hope..."

The flames in the charcoal basin are ignited.

...

The historian in his early forties returned home with deep and shallow kicks. The servant immediately came forward to change his clothes and took the bamboo slips and goose in his hand.

"Big Father!" The ten-year-old granddaughter ran over after hearing the news and hugged the historian's thigh: "What delicious food is Dafa bringing back?"

"Today, Wen Xinhou celebrated the New Year's greetings with his father, and had a great time talking to him. Before leaving, he gave him a goose and geese. He asked someone to cook it later and eat it with you. Is that good?"

"Okay!" the little granddaughter nodded: "The geese are delicious, and the man from Wenxin Hou is so good!"

"Haha," the historian smiled.

Good man?

Good guy... maybe there is.

The servant brought the charcoal basin, the historian roasted his hands, picked up a cup of hot wine and drank it, dispelled the chill, sat at the desk, and began to repair what had been recorded these days.

The so-called "historical books" are just "news" circulated internally for people like them.

If the nobles in the world look back on their blood, they can generally find kinship. In the absence of conflicts of interest, the nobles actually need to compare with each other and think that their boring life adds some color.

At first, it was to compare who could eat better, and later generations compared their clothes, their beauty in wives and concubines, their fiefdoms, and their money. Finally, they compared their "posthumous title" and their reputations behind them.

So what should I use to confirm the name behind me?

It's nothing more than the recorded "history".

At present, in most countries, the king has two positions: "Left Historian" and "Right Historian" beside him. The left Historian records movements and the right Historian records words.

After the record, the two of them summarized it and obtained a complete record of their words and deeds, which were then circulated internally, evaluated their merits and demerits, and recorded them in formal historical books.

However, such a role actually has certain restrictions on the king's power in terms of political status, so the King of Qin cut two positions into one position, and one person was responsible for recording his words and deeds.

Although the King of Qin has not reached the point where he would read the records of historians by himself - but if the King of Qin does not read it does not mean that others do not read it.

Of course, the king cannot let the historian write about such things that can have a great impact on the king's "family name".

So the historians can only write according to the scheduled script. After writing, they often need to polish it like writing a story.

Although it is not possible to write blindly in principle, after "Spring and Autumn", historians also mastered a "Spring and Autumn Brushwork".

In principle, they do not arrange facts blindly, but they can choose to add or delete facts.

People in China will consciously delete things that hinder the image of the monarch, such as starving people, slave uprisings, and swearing from the superiors.

The historian slowly used the "Spring and Autumn Brushwork" to add, delete and modify historical facts.

The snow covered the earth and the earth was pale.

...

Qi Ziyuan sighed again.

In front of him, there was a beautiful woman with a mellow wine and a hundred pounds of gold.

But he had no heart to enjoy all this.

These are the rewards that Meng Ao promised, and what he had been striving for.

However, now, he was nervous and really didn't have the mood to enjoy all this.

"Crown Prince..." Qi Ziyuan felt annoyed.
Chapter completed!