My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

"Just make do with it."

He snatched the clay pot and threw a piece of briquette full of holes into it. Ying Chengxun glanced at his master with dissatisfaction, pointed at the clay pot and said:
"Do you believe that I am the reincarnation of Zhu Rong? My palm can breathe fire?"

The master didn't say a word, he wouldn't dare to question my lord, but the meaning in his eyes was obvious - my lord, stop joking with me.

"Don't you believe it? It's normal, I don't believe it myself." Ying Chengyu laughed twice, and roared angrily: "Then why don't you go and get firewood for Naigong, fire! You want Naigong to drill wood to get it!" Fire!"

"only!"

The door opens and closes, and the wind and snow strike again.

The temperature in the room dropped, and the quilt on the bed shrank inward, and Ying Chengxi stepped forward and violently opened it.

There was a slight anger in Zhang Cang's eyes, he held back and did not move.

His teacher Xunzi stood by the bed and waited silently, watching with cold eyes.

"Get up! You should also learn a little bit, Nai Gong only teaches once."

"General?"

Ying Chengxun froze.

The old man on the bed woke up excitedly.

The old man is still wearing a coat in bed, and the clothes he wears are very strange.The colors are motley, the fur is different, from the shape to the color, it is really ugly compared to Ying Chengxue's snow-white fox fur.

This kind of weird clothes is called a hundred leather clothes, which is very common among the people.

People who risked their lives to hunt foxes, wolves, and bears would sell the complete hides to the chamber of commerce in exchange for money.Most of them are reluctant to use the whole skin to make clothes, but use the leftovers of various animal skins to make a hundred leather clothes.

Although the white leather garments don't look good, for the common people, this life-saving clothing is too beautiful to behold.

"It's really a general!" The old man's face was more shocked than happy, and he quickly went down the tunnel: "I'm trapped in the camp, and I'll pay my respects to the general!"

Ying Chengxun supported the old man who was struggling to bow down and salute, and was silent for a moment, then he patted the old man's muscles and bones lightly.

"It's been so hard, why don't you come to me?"

"Fake death to get back a life, Suo is not worthy of being a soldier trapped in the camp. It is a great fortune for the general not to kill Suo, let him go home, how can he dare to think about anything else. Suo never thought that he would see the general again in this life, General What is this for?"

The old man couldn't figure it out, with such an honorable status as a general, how could he come to his house?

bang~
The door opened again, and two people, one big and one small, rushed in, with chopped dry firewood in their hands, and their faces were full of joy.

It is the owner of the house here, and his son.

"My lord, it's ready." The master's expression of excitement stopped, he dropped the firewood by mistake, stepped forward quickly, and said as he walked: "Father, what are you doing, go back and lie down."

He supported his father, and looked at Ying Chengxun with anger in his eyes.

His father suffered from the cold at the beginning of the war, and the older he got, the more he could not bear the cold.Since the year before last, every winter has been a life-and-death disaster.

It wasn't the quilt that was thrown off the bed, but his father's life-saving talisman.

slap~
His body was cold, his face was pale from the cold, and he slapped his son firmly.

"Don't be rude to the general!"

[General? ]
Before the master could react, his body bowed down immediately.

"The villain is at fault!"

Among the folks of the state of Qin, apart from the first emperor, even Chehou was not comparable to the general.In the martial state of Qin, generals are the most respected group.

Ying Chengxun waved his hand.

"This is called briquette, you see, use a fire to light the fire, light the firewood, and then use the briquette as coal, just put it on the fire.

"It should be noted that the window should be opened at the beginning of the lighting, and then closed after the briquette is burned. The smoke produced by the incomplete combustion of this thing is poisonous. The briquette should also be extinguished when sleeping. Sometimes poisonous.

"Also, you must put the brazier under the chimney, and don't put the fire next to the bed."

Ying Chengxue demonstrated while speaking.

The moment the flames ignited, flames also ignited in the eyes of the nameless child.

He cautiously approached Ying Chengyu, but the flames reflected in his pupils seemed to be stronger than the flames burning in the brazier.

He stretched out his rough little hands with cold sores and bloody mouths, leaned close to the flames, and smiled contentedly.

"It's so warm."

"Hey! Hold it far away!" Ying Chengxue grabbed the child's little hand that was getting closer and closer, and was about to reach into the flames, and warned: "Kids, don't play with fire, be careful of bedwetting."

Shrinking back a little bit in fear, he looked back at his father, and moved to run to his side.

But in the end, he just hugged his knees and bowed his head, as if he wouldn't be afraid if he didn't look at Ying Chengxun. He couldn't bear the fire, it was really warm.

Suo squatted next to his grandson, feeling the long-lost warmth. The rising body temperature made him extremely comfortable.Those meridians that seemed to be frozen and might break at any time thawed out, turning into warm currents that washed through the body.

"General, how much will it cost?"

The old man looked worried, and his son's originally excited expression also dimmed.

Charcoal can only be afforded by dignitaries, or wealthy businessmen.The honeycomb briquette in front of me is almost as effective as charcoal, so the value should be almost the same as charcoal?How can ordinary people like them afford it.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I haven't seen you for so many years. You are so courageous. You dare to tease me and treat this general as a bitch, right? I can ask you for money?" Ying Chengxun turned his gaze to the master who stood still and didn't move. , said: "Are you the son of Suo?"

"Yes."

The master hurriedly responded, since he knew that the young man in white fox fur in front of him was a general, his figure had become a little shorter.

"Your father is a hero. He was born and died for Daqin, and the state of Qin will not treat heroes badly. From now on, your family will have enough honeycomb briquettes, and you don't need money."

"General, the lock is not"

The old man was ashamed. A person like him who pretended to be dead on the battlefield to save his life was not a hero in Qin, but a disgrace.

"I remember when you charged forward, you fell off your horse, you lost your sword, and you stayed in the enemy's line with your bare hands." Ying Chengxue interrupted the old man's words, fiddled with the briquettes, and said: "You who have no weapons, stand up It’s just an extra body, and it’s right to pretend to be dead to save your life. But military discipline does not allow private affairs, so I can only drive you back. The previous military exploits are gone, and I didn’t find you afterwards. I don’t know how you live like this Bitter, don't hold grudges."

Lock froze.

The old man stared blankly at the general next to him who was more mature than before, a little less childish, and a little more heroic, his eyes were moist, and his voice was trembling.

"General, remember the lock?"

"Remember, I remember that you are from the Qiu family village. I searched for you several times but couldn't find you. It turns out that you came to Xianyang, married Xijun, and had a son. You are not a few steps away from my house. You have no money." You came to look for me. Didn’t I tell you that I’m rich? It’s fine if you don’t look for me. You don’t see any of your old brothers. They’re all in Xianyang. You’ve been hiding for so many years and you’re so cruel.”

The old man rubbed his eyes.

"The lock has no face!"

After chatting with the old man again, Ying Chengxi patted the old man on the shoulder, got up and said:
"Let's go, I have to go to the next one, and I will catch up with you next time when I have time."

"General."

The old man called Ying Chengxuan to stop.

Ying Chengxi lowered his head and smiled:
"what's wrong?"

"Condolences."

Ying Chengxuan's smile remained the same, and he nodded heavily, "Yes".

"Got it." He waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

Xunzi led his disciples out following Ying Chengxun's footsteps. The old man's eyes followed Ying Chengxun's figure, watching Ying Chengxun leave the door and disappear through the door in the white fox fur.

The old man knew that Meng Gong's death had hit the general hard enough that the general wanted to send briquettes to the homes of the people in Xianyang in a snowy day.

His general is actually very lazy and doesn't like to do everything by himself...

"Father, you don't have to die! You don't have to die..."

The master repeated excitedly.

The old man smiled, stopped his grandson's little hand that was getting closer and closer, and stared at the bright flames in front of him in a daze.

That soldier and horse laid down a huge territory for the Qin State all his life, and even he, an old man, would be called the champion of Meng Gong according to his age. He has not survived this winter.

To kill winter is to kill old people.

But with the pot of briquettes in front of me, this winter, no old man will freeze to death in Xianyang.

What burns is not only fire, but also hope.

On the second day, the imperial doctor came to Suo to see a doctor, and the craftsmen came to renovate the house for Suo, making the bed hollow and connecting it to the flue.

"This thing is called a kang, and honeycomb briquettes can be added inside. It is very warm and cold and cannot be invaded. I don't want to refuse. Mr. Chang'an said: 'This is what I deserve'."

On this day, Xunzi followed Ying Chengxun silently with his disciple Zhang Cang, delivering briquettes to households one after another.

This winter, Chaotang sent a bag of briquettes to every household in Xianyang.

It was not only Ying Chengxuan who delivered the briquettes on the road, but many people.

Xianyang, which was originally lifeless, became even colder and colder in winter, but it was initially brought to life by bags of briquettes.

The price of this briquette, which is comparable to charcoal, is not expensive. As long as you don't know the black and white, every family can afford it.

The chimneys of the houses emit black smoke, but what they get in return is the vitality of Xianyang City.

Every household in Xianyang has fireworks.

Fireworks in winter are hope and life.

Relying on the fire of hope, these lives gather together their gratitude to the first emperor and their recognition of Qin, which is the hearts of the people.

The next day.

Xunzi's residence.

It was still the brazier, with expensive charcoal on the bottom and cheap firewood on top of the charcoal.

Xunzi was still fiddling with.

"Now can you change your mind about Your Majesty?"

Zhang Cang nodded silently, from the heart.

Witnessing what Ying Chengxu did with his own eyes, he couldn't go against his conscience.

"Mr. Chang'an, don't you have to go by yourself?" Zhang Cang said pickily, "Is this just for show?"

"A show? You have heard a lot of new words from your lord. Your lord still needs to make a show? Who is the show for? King Qin, or some nobles from aristocratic families, stretch out your hand."

Zhang Cang shrank his neck, shook his head vigorously, and quickly put his hands behind his back.

"The disciple just said something casually, shouldn't he be beaten?"

Xunzi held the ruler in his hand, and his face was not angry and majestic. There was no doubt about it, and he said emphatically:
"Hand out."

Zhang Cang stretched out his hand with a bitter face.

The long and thick ruler flew across the air, and the wind was very loud. It can be seen that this blow was definitely not light, and it landed heavily on those fat hands with a "snap".

"what!"

Zhang Cang felt like being electrocuted, his whole body bounced up, and he shook his hands vigorously, but the sharp pain and numbness still lingered.

Xunzi waited for his disciples to calm down, and sat back in his seat with downcast eyebrows.

"Come again."

Zhang Cang played again, the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched, and he pleaded for a long time.

"teacher!"

Unmoved, Xunzi raised his ruler and said in a low voice:
"Come again."

Zhang Cang's forehead was covered with sweat, and he wanted to rush out the door, regretting what he said.

If he had known that a word would cost so much, he would have shut up.

The teacher's order was hard to disobey, and in the end he stretched out his hand.

slap~
slap~
There were two soft thuds in a row, the second and third thumps were far less heavy than the first one, more like a perfunctory appearance.

But Zhang Cang was terribly frightened. When he was beaten, he closed his eyes tightly and didn't dare to look. It wasn't until after the beating that he opened his eyes incredulously that he looked at the teacher suspiciously.

[Teacher, why are these two strokes so light? ]
Xunzi put down the ruler, knew the doubts in the disciple's heart without asking the disciple, and explained:
"The first blow was pure punishment.

"The second and third blows are also punishments, but the purpose of being a teacher is not all punishment, but your courage. Although you are afraid, you can still reach out. Courage can make you less exempt."

Zhang Cang said with a mournful face:
"Yesterday I said that to the teacher. The teacher never annoyed me. He even praised me for being good. I can think. Why did the teacher become so furious today when I just said a word to Mr. Chang'an? The disciple couldn't figure it out, just because the teacher is Mr. Chang'an your doorman?"

Xunzi has a bad face.

"Say it yourself, did you think about it when you said the words of your majesty? Debate is for the truth. Although what you said yesterday contradicts me, I know you are for the truth.

"And what about today? You don't speak for the truth, but for your face, for winning or losing. Debate only for the sake of debate, not for the truth, you should fight!"

Zhang Cang lowered his head and said nothing, he couldn't refute the teacher.

"People don't know about honeycomb coal, they don't think about honeycomb coal, they can live without honeycomb coal, and they don't have demands. Tell me, should this honeycomb coal be given to the people?"

"should."

Zhang Cang said in a low voice.

Although he knew that when he said this, he overthrew his point of view yesterday, but as a disciple of Xunzi, no matter which family or faction he belongs to, conscience is the most basic.

"However, Cang thinks that Mr. Chang'an can do better, and can provide the common people for free."

Xunzi raised the ruler again, Zhang Cang's ears were sharp, his face trembled with fright when he heard the movement, he hurriedly waved his red and swollen hands and said:
"Cang is not lying this time! Cang asked Mr. Chang'an! This thing is not expensive!"

"Hmph!" Xunzi said coldly, "You have learned so many wonderful vocabulary from Junshang, why didn't you learn any good ones? Things you get for free will not be cherished. Didn't Junshang tell you this truth? !"

"In the building, he always told me that Jianyin was sitting on the lotus, and the old [man] was pushing a cart, so how could he tell me anything reasonable..."

Zhang Cang muttered softly.