my grandfather was qin shi huang

Li Xin, that kid, still has pride in his bones and refuses to owe any favors.

Thinking of the young man who was so high-spirited and wanted to compete with him in the past, Wang Jian couldn't help but smile.

"It's great to be young——"

……

After learning the art of war, Wang Li left without hesitation.

This is the wisdom gained from surviving with the Great Father for a long time. If you continue to stay for less than a quarter of an hour, you will probably be nagging and criticizing me.

If you don't make a fuss, you'll get scolded.

Seeing his eldest grandson almost running away, Wang Jian couldn't laugh or cry.

I originally wanted to ask the young master about the art of war drill with Li Xin, but in the end, the kid ran away. Forget it, the little bastard ran away.

Wang Jian lay down on his rocking chair with a leisurely expression and rocked slowly.

……

Wang Li, on the other hand, was so curious that he went to find his sister to find out the news. When did Li Shu, that arrogant girl like ice pimples, become the emperor's eldest grandson's little follower?

Such a proud and domineering person.

This is very unreasonable!

After hearing his brother's question, Wang Nan couldn't help but be startled.

Li Shu became Zhao Ying's female bodyguard?

How come I haven't heard of this?

No wonder I haven’t seen Li Shu for a few days!

After finding a random excuse and getting rid of his brother, Wang Nan thought for a while, summoned his personal maid Zhu'er, and asked her to go out to investigate.

……

Do it when you think of it.

After returning that night, Zhao Ying began to think about the military sandbox.

He had some impression of this. After all, in his previous life, he had a three-dimensional map in his home.

If he changed his previous life, he would definitely not be able to copy it, but this is not a photographic memory after time travel, and many memories of his previous life have become clearer.

However, considering that there was more than 2000 years between the Qin Dynasty and later generations.

The changes in the sea, changes in the earth's crust, and changes in rivers may be different from those in later generations, but the general framework should still be the same.

When the time comes, I can just ask the First Emperor to help me revise and adjust it.

After dinner, Zhao Ying rarely went to the backyard to practice martial arts. Instead, he hid in his study. Based on his own memory, he picked up a specially made charcoal stick and carefully drew pictures from his past life. [-]D map.

Thanks to my parents in my previous life for enrolling me in interest classes.

I haven’t learned anything else, but my sketching is basically ready.

But the map was a bit big, so Zhao Ying had little difficulty in drawing it. Many of the servants in the house discovered that the young master's study was still brightly lit in the middle of the night.

The next day, Zhao Ying did not eat at home, but went directly to the palace.

Now, under his guidance, the Emperor's breakfast has become very rich. Shaobing, steamed buns, flower rolls, soy milk, tofu curd, and millet porridge have all become home-cooked dishes on the Emperor's breakfast table.

Since the First Emperor liked to eat fish, he would always serve a bowl of fish balls with a little green chives sprinkled on top. The color looked bright and very appetizing.

However, the First Emperor's appetite was very small, and what he ate was not extravagant. For example, this morning, it was just a bowl of fish balls, a portion of tofu, and a few small steamed buns.

Seeing Zhao Ying coming into the palace early in the morning, the First Emperor pointed to the opposite side with some surprise.

"You're here just in time. Have you eaten? If not, just eat something with your uncle..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ying had already eaten a bun.

"Hey, not bad, it's mutton - it tastes pretty good..."

After saying that, he fucked one after another.

The First Emperor looked at the way he was eating with disgust, then looked at the steamer with only one bun left on it, and waved his hand to the palace maid beside him.

"Go and ask the imperial kitchen to send a few more baskets of steamed buns, and in addition, send ten pounds of mutton, -"

My grandson, I know that if I don't give him ten pounds of mutton, my grandson won't be able to eat enough.

"Tell me, what's going on here so early today..."

The First Emperor asked very casually while using a spoon to gently scoop up a piece of tofu, put it in his mouth, and ate it slowly.

"It's okay. I just want to ask my eldest father to borrow two censors, Zhongcheng, to help me check the map information. I'm going to draw a slightly more detailed map..."

In the Qin Dynasty, Yushi Zhongcheng was responsible for managing map archives and drawing maps of the world. Many first-hand information was in their hands.

Seeing that it was for this, the First Emperor drank the tofu curd slowly and nodded in agreement without caring.

In this era, mapping is of course a very serious matter.

But who made him the most beloved grandson of the First Emperor?

What is difficult for others is just a matter of words for him. Not to mention some map-making information, even the various marching maps that are absolutely confidential to others are just ordinary to Zhao Ying now. After all, he can access them at any time as long as he wants to see them.

With the permission of the First Emperor, Zhao Ying ate faster.

Almost like a storm.

Ten pounds of mutton, several cages of steamed buns, and more than a dozen bowls of millet porridge were all wiped out.

"Father, I'm going to work first. I won't accompany you today. I'll let you see something good later..."

The First Emperor waved his hand in disgust.

"Get out of here, get out of here, if you want to escape, just say so..."

Zhao Ying left with a smile.

Taking the First Emperor's order, he went straight to the censor's platform and found the two censors Zhongcheng. After explaining their purpose, the two censors Zhongcheng took Zhao Ying upstairs with great cooperation and called over a dozen officials to help Zhao Ying mobilize the troops. Almost all map information is available.

With the blessing of photographic memory, Zhao Ying flipped through the pages quickly.

In less than an hour, he had roughly read through all the map information. Many of the map information here are very precious first-hand information. Of course, there are also many that were robbed from outside when the Six Kingdoms were destroyed. Back.

These materials are very precious to Zhao Ying who has the memory of later generations.

Even people of this era would not be able to have such a clear and intuitive impression and overall concept of a certain place like him if they have not visited the site in detail.

"Your Highness, if you need it, I can find some officials who are proficient in drawing maps to help you..."

Zhao Ying thought about it, it was okay, after all, he was considered a professional, so he had to be better than the ordinary craftsmen in his family, so he smiled and nodded in thanks.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Ying took a dozen low-level officials from Yushitai who were responsible for drawing maps and strode away with satisfaction.

When I came here, I was only thinking about drawing the map. I didn’t think much about it. But once I thought about it, my thinking suddenly became a little active. Looking back at the tall and mighty Haechi in front of the censor’s platform, Zhao Ying suddenly felt that I seem to have forgotten something recently...

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think about it.

Forget it, it doesn’t seem to be important——

Zhao Ying didn't hesitate. He was still busy with the main things. Let's talk about the little things when he thinks about them.

……

It has been almost two months since the Shangjun prophecy happened. One of the two groups of people who were initially suspected by Zhao Ying had already become recruits in his camp and became one of his own.

As for the other group, the situation seems to be a bit miserable.

PS: I will never talk nonsense again before I write a manuscript. In order to fulfill my promise, I will write until now...

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