The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 51 Big Sticks and Sweet Dates
In the front hall of Xin Palace, it was a little cold after today's grand court meeting.

Before the prince could even utter the word "dismissal", Queen Huayang turned away.

I walked so fast that the chair started to shake, making a clattering sound for a while.

The frequency matched the trembling hearts of some officials in the court.

The prince bowed slightly to show his respect to the queen as she left.

As early as when Queen Huayang was still Lady Huayang, he recognized her as his mother.

From the first day he acknowledged Mi Buming as his mother, he had always been so respectful to her, and everyone in the court called him a filial son.

"Do you have anything else to say?" The thin prince spoke gently in a loud voice.

A silence.

No one responded in the court.

"In that case, let's disperse now." Qin Zichu bowed and said, "I will see you again in three days."

All the ministers were preoccupied with their own thoughts, and quite a few of them bumped into each other while walking, making the hall seem a bit messy.

The dragon, phoenix and black bird on the temple pillars watched everything quietly.

I wonder if they, which have never been moved since the palace was built, feel that something is a little different today.

"Father, you should have told me in advance." Ying Chengjiao said somewhat dissatisfiedly: "If I hadn't noticed that Wei Zhe was abnormal and called Bie Gong in time, Wei Zhe would have been seriously injured."

All the officials had left the front hall of Xin Palace.

Apart from the father and son on the platform, there were only eunuchs standing on the steps serving.

Qin Zichu turned around and said gently to his son:
"Children just talk nonsense."

Pat your son's head.

"Go back and pack your bags, and go to Yongcheng in the afternoon."

When Ying Chengjiao walked out of the front palace gate, the dissatisfaction on his face was still clearly visible.

"Isn't it just a matter of seizing power? Why are you pretending to be so..."

Just as he was mumbling, a soft call was heard.

"Master Chengjiao, are you willing to walk with Zhe?"

The person who spoke was Prime Minister Wei Zhe, who had been waiting outside the hall for a while.

The old man looked like an immortal, with his long beard fluttering in the wind.

He stood there, as if he could float away at any time, riding the wind.

"I don't want to." Ying Chengjiao refused decisively.

Queen Huayang's power is increasing, and her father's power is further centralized. Everything is developing in a good way.

He doesn't want to get involved in this kind of favorable situation where he can win without doing anything. He will never be the C if he can get by!

The old man was stunned.

The gods then have a bit of human life.

"Haha, that's not up to you!"

Ying Chengjiao’s eyes blurred, a black shadow flashed by, and then he was lifted up high.

He was still unable to react until the old man held him in his arms and walked down the stone steps in front of the palace.

Walking from the shadow of the eaves into the courtyard, the sunshine is just right.

It shone on the tall old man and the young child he was holding, as if it was a spotlight specially lit.

"If I had known you were good at martial arts, I shouldn't have stopped Biao Gong!" The young man glared at the old man viciously with his big eyes.

If an adult makes this expression, it may look vicious or oppressive.

Boy...The old man thought the kid was pretty cute.

His joyful smile was filled with kindness, and he laughed heartily:
“Your Highness has a kind heart, and this is a blessing for the Qin State.

"King Wei of Qi once said that those who pointed out his mistakes to his face would receive the highest reward.

“I reprimanded you in front of all the civil and military officials in the court, but you were still worried about my safety.

"Your Highness is so young, yet you are already as good as King Wei of Qi."

Ying Chengjiao snorted, raised his little head, and waved his little hands.

"Come on, big stick plus sweet dates, I won't buy it! You want to PUA...mind control me, dream on!" "Oh? What do you mean by big stick plus sweet dates?"

"Scolding me is like a big stick, praising me is like a sweet date. Punish me first and then reward me, so that I know what to do and what not to do, so that I can get rewards in order to avoid punishment, and finally become what you want. What a delusion!"

Wei Zhe paused, with surprise and joy showing on his face.

"I didn't expect that the young master has already begun to understand the art of employing people at the age of seven. If the late king is still alive, he will surely be very pleased."

Ying Chengjiao did not look happy, as he came to the court for Ye Xiang.

Although my father used this opportunity to centralize power, the farm manure issue was not implemented.

"If you have something to say, just say it. If not, put me down. If you continue to say something nonsense, I will call for help."

[What's the point of being able to fight? If you want to get involved, you need power!]
[I just don’t believe that twenty or so eunuchs can’t take down an old man like you.]
"Then tell me something that you are interested in." The old man didn't care and said, "Your attitude is so bad because of Yexiang."

"What do you think?" Ying Chengjiao said in a very bad tone, "I said that night incense can increase the harvest, and you said that only idiots think that night incense is a good thing. You almost pointed at my nose and scolded me!"

Pointing at the old man's nose.

"You are the idiot! Have you ever tried it and you say it's impossible? You are a high and mighty prime minister who has never worked in the fields. How can you know the use of night fragrance?"

The old man smiled as he watched the young man get angry.

The boy finished speaking, puffing out his chest in defiance, like a little rooster.

The old man nodded.

"You're right, night fragrance does increase the harvest."

The boy became even angrier.

"You know? You know you've been stopping me from setting up an official office to collect night incense, and you said I was childish!"

"Is not it?"

The old man's voice was calm, but it couldn't calm the young man down.

The boy opened his mouth and was about to call for help. He didn't want to continue chatting with the old man, thinking that the old man was targeting him.

The old man covered the boy's mouth and said slowly in the boy's angry eyes:

"Why are you so impatient? It's not too late to be impatient after listening to what Zhe has to say."

Ying Chengjiao shook his head and tried to break free, making two "Puh" sounds.

"What Mr. Biao said is correct. There is no need to listen to his nonsense. It is all just sophistry."

The old man pretended not to hear and spoke slowly.

“Tao Te Ching says: When the world is ruled by virtue, horses are used to carry manure.

“It means that when the world is at peace, war horses can be used to cultivate manure fields.

“I told you to read more, but you didn’t. Our ancestors discovered the function of feces and urine hundreds of years before you, a little kid.

"Why do you think the pig pen is built under the toilet?
"If you apply human night fragrance directly, it is far less fertile than the fragrance from the pig pen. So you feed the pigs with human night fragrance and use the pigs' night fragrance as fertilizer.

"People have long used manure as fertilizer."

Ying Chengjiao frowned.

This was consistent with the history he knew: China had been using farmyard manure as early as the Shang Dynasty.

After he traveled through time, he found that the land in the palace was not used. Everyone he asked looked disgusted and thought it was an error in the historical records.

[It turns out that it’s not that the historical records are wrong, but that everyone is pretending to be confused.]
Young Master Cheng Jiao's expression unconsciously became serious.

"Then why did you block the establishment of an official agency to collect night incense? Don't tell me you are not competing with the people for profit.

“I have investigated and found that there are no people who collect night incense in the folk.

"Not every household in Xianyang raises pigs. It should be said that there are very few people who do so."

Prime Minister Wei Zhe also stopped smiling.

His robes fluttered, and he once again turned into that immortal with a celestial appearance.

“This is the purpose of waiting for you, Master.

“The young master renamed the dung as Night Fragrance.

"Do you think that an elegant name will make everyone accept it?"

(End of this chapter)