The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 69: No Learning, No Learning, Nothing

The coldness of the day lies in the morning and evening.

The old King of Qin ran out wearing only a brocade robe, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and saw his good grandson standing on the high city wall.

The whole body feels cold, both inside and outside.

Raise your hands as if hugging and tilt your head back.

He trotted towards the city wall, his sparse hair fluttering backwards, and the weak hair formed into white lines.

"Qian'er, go down quickly, go down quickly.

"Whatever you ask, father will agree to it. Go down quickly!"

The prince dismounted.

When he sent someone to invite the king, he instructed him to tell the king of Qin all about the conflict between him and his second son today.

He walked forward half-bowed, clasped his fists and said respectfully:
"Your Majesty, this rebellious son has been standing for a long time. He will not fall down. He..."

"Bullshit!" The old King Qin was angry.

He twisted his body and slapped the prince in the face in front of three thousand officials in the Central Palace, leaving five finger marks.

Qin Wangzhu pointed at the seven-year-old child standing on the city wall with no cover, his hair and beard fluttering in anger.

"That's your own son! His life is at stake! What bullshit are you talking about?! Let him down first!"

Qin Zichu took the slap hard, his bamboo-like body remained motionless, and he apologized:
"Your Majesty, it is your son's fault."

When Prince Cheng Jiao saw his grandfather, he turned around and opened his arms, asking Wang Jian, who had been waiting for him, to carry him down from the city wall, and ordered the city gate to be opened.

As the city gate slowly opened, King Zhu of Qin issued an order: All the officials should disperse and return to their respective palaces.

This farce started suddenly and ended just as quickly.

When Prince Chengjiao walked out of the city gate, the old King of Qin took two steps at a time to meet him.

He squatted down, pulled his good grandson over, and felt around his body with his hands, scanning and checking him with his eyes.

"Are you hurt anywhere? Are you scared? You can't go up there anymore, it's too high..."

Ying Chengjiao was embarrassed and took a step back.

"I'm fine. I couldn't jump down even if I wanted to. Wang Jian was protecting me from below. As soon as I jumped down," Ying Chengjiao made a scooping motion and continued, "Wang Jian caught me back."

"Bah! Children's words are careless, and they are blown away by the wind!" Qin Wangzhu pretended to be angry and said, "How can you say that? Grandfather is still alive, who can bully you? If anyone dares to bully you, Grandfather will kill his entire clan!"

After comforting his grandson for a while, the old King of Qin looked at Wang Jian indifferently.

Wang Jian did not dare to look the King of Qin in the eye. He bowed his head, clasped his fists, and saluted respectfully.

"Greetings to the King."

"You are unrivaled in terms of fighting skills. Cheng Jiao has often praised you to me, saying that you, Wang Jian, are the second Wu'an Jun of Qin." The old King of Qin looked Wang Jian up and down, and then said, "Before the Battle of Changping, Zhao Kuo had a greater reputation in Zhao than you. The real battlefield is different from the battlefield in words, so don't be arrogant."

"Your Majesty, I will remember your words carefully!"

"Well, let's go back to Lantian and be a second or fifth master."

Wang Jian did not respond and went to see Prince Chengjiao.

Young Master Cheng Jiao curled his lips at his grandfather and said:

"Two hundred to five hundred masters, only managing one thousand people, Grandfather is too stingy."

Facing Ying Chengjiao, Qin Wangzhu, who seemed to never have a temper, patiently explained:

“This official is not small.

“He was originally a squad leader, in charge of ten people.

"I have been your charioteer for several months, and I have become the master of two to five hundred men without any battle. To be in charge of a thousand men is a hundred times more than before, and it is already an exception.

"That's it. It depends on whether he can convince the people and whether he can keep the position of the 2500 Lords."

Turned his head to look at Wang Jian.

"Wang Jian, do you think two or five hundred lords are too small?"

"Not small, not small." Wang Jian responded repeatedly, his mouth grinning to his ears, and he shouted: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Qin Army Organization:

There are five people in a group, with one group leader.

Two groups of five form a platoon, with a platoon leader. Five groups form a tun, with a tun leader.

Two tuns make up a hundred, with one commander appointed for each hundred.

For every five hundred persons, there is one leader.

For every thousand people, there is one leader for every 250.

The 250-year-old lieutenant is the highest-ranking officer, and above him is the general.

Wang Jian jumped directly from a sergeant to a commander of twenty-five hundred. Only Ying Chengjiao, who knew the direction of history of the Warring States Period, thought that it was a waste of talent.

While they were chatting and laughing, Qin Zichu, who was two steps away from the King of Qin, also had a smile on his face, and the slap mark on half of his face was gradually fading away.

"Zichu." The King of Qin called calmly.

"Your son is here." The prince stepped forward and faced the King of Qin as respectfully as Wang Jian.

"I already know most of the reasons, but some details are still unclear." Qin Wangzhu touched his grandson's head and said, "Cheng Jiao said that he studied for six hours every day, and he didn't take a rest after studying for five days. He could only take a rest during the La Festival. Is this true?"

"It's true."

"Why didn't you mention this?"

"Only those who endure the most hardships can become the best. I am doing this for the good of my two sons."

"For the good of my two sons..." The old King of Qin muttered, and suddenly asked, "You have discussed the course arrangement with Cheng Jiao and Zheng Er, and they both agreed?"

"Never."

"Then how dare you ask me to judge the matter?"

The old King of Qin raised his right hand high, as if to fan.

Qin Zichu opened his eyes, looking respectful, waiting to be slapped.

The carriage officer Han Ming knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

Almost at the same time, Ying Chengjiao hugged the old King of Qin's thigh.

"Father, don't be angry."

The old King of Qin bent down, and his hands naturally dropped. He wrapped his arms around his grandson's calves, hugged him to his chest, and snorted coldly.

"For the sake of the child, I'll forgive you this time.

"Cheng Jiao can study if he wants to, and not if he doesn't want to, and no one is allowed to interfere!

"roll!"

Qin Zichu bowed slightly, said "Yes", and left respectfully.

Junior Attendant Ying Bai brought the war horse.

Qin Zichu took the reins but did not get on the horse.

He led his warhorse and walked on foot, taking each step firmly, and left with a group of attendants.

The prince, with the rising sun above his head, looked less spirited than when he came with three thousand officials.

Qin Wangzhu didn't even look at his son. He held his grandson in his arms with a smile on his face, rocking him up and down a few times, teasing him:
"Studying is hard, right? You can't study anymore, right?"

The boy, who had played all night, turned his gaze away from his father's back, sighed like an adult, and said with a bitter face:

"Father, there are twelve hours in a day.

"It takes me half an hour to get to the Guanzheng Qinxue Hall, and another half an hour to get back, leaving eleven hours.

“I have to stay in the Guanzheng Qinxue Hall for seven hours, and there are four hours left.

"During these four hours, I have to sleep, eat, bathe, and recite the lessons I learned during the day.

"Father, do you think this is the life that people should live?"

Qin Wangzhu looked at his grandson who looked miserable, laughed heartily, and added kindly:

"The key is, we have to wait until the La Festival to have our first day off, hahahahahahaha..."

"That's right!" Prince Chengjiao nodded his head, full of resentment: "And what are you learning? If I don't go to the battlefield, why should I learn martial arts? If I don't serve as a court judge, why should I learn the Law Classic? The worst thing is that I have to learn the Zhao dialect, the Qi dialect, and the Wei dialect! I'm not leaving Qin, so why should I learn a foreign language!"

"Haha, that's right. What's the point of learning so much? We know everything. What do we need officials for?" Qin Wangzhu carried the prince to the royal carriage and said with a smile as he walked, "Don't learn, don't learn anything. Take Zheng'er with you. Grandfather will take you out to play!"

(End of this chapter)