The greatest emperor of all time? Even in modern times, he still has to work!

Great Qin.

"Father, Fusu is back!" Fusu placed the things in his hand on the low table in front of him and saluted Qin Shihuang.

"Get up! You come back so early today, is business going?" Ying Zheng rubbed his temples. There have been too many things going on recently and he was really exhausted.

"Sister Qi said that we don't have to go to the night market anymore and we should come back at this time from now on." Fusu briefly explained Qi Xi's plan, and Ying Zheng nodded.

"Well, some brains, so what do you want to do?"

"Fusu is not good at martial arts, but he can play the xiao, so he can give it a try." Fusu thought about it and decided that this should be feasible. However, if he could play the xiao, he would not be able to help with making the pancakes, so he still had to communicate with Yinreng.

Ying Zheng frowned: "Why belittle yourself? Meng Tian said that you have a talent for martial arts!"

When Fusu heard his father's praise, he was stunned and looked at Qin Shihuang in front of him with wide eyes.

"Why are you looking at me? Have you ever thought about why you are the heir of the Qin Dynasty?"

"Father..."

"Don't waste time on these things. You should work and study hard in modern times. Since you already have an idea, just do it yourself." Ying Zheng was not a person who had a strong desire to control his children, otherwise he would not have allowed Fusu to study with the great Confucian scholars. Even though Fusu disobeyed him many times in the court, he did not punish his teacher.

"Fusu understands." Fusu was happy and relaxed a little: "Father, today I got some white wine from the future. Do you want to try it?"

As he spoke, Fusu rummaged through his pockets and took out two bottles of Jiang Xiaobai. There were not many people buying wine in the supermarket, and these bottles were about to expire, so Zhu Biao packed them out. Qi Xi and Murong Zhaozhao didn't like drinking, so he let them take all.

Ying Zheng was quite interested: "Try it."

Fusu quickly took out some spicy cold dishes and bottles of wine from his pocket and placed them in order.

Ying Zheng actually quite liked the feeling of drinking wine and eating some spicy stew, but when he thought about the current situation of the Qin Dynasty, he couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.

Although he has now given up the idea of ​​seeking immortality, he feels that time is more urgent. How can he make the Qin Dynasty prosperous within the limited time?

"Fusu, do you think the Qin Dynasty will last forever?"

Fusu paused while pouring the wine: "Father, the people are the focus of our future generations."

In the half month of the later world, Fusu witnessed the prosperity and prosperity of a country without an emperor. He couldn't help but wonder, if the Qin Dynasty was the same...

No, the Qin Dynasty does not have that foundation, and blindly abolishing the feudal system is not advisable.

"Yes, it's the people that matter!" Ying Zheng agreed with this point. Only a country that can ensure its people have enough food and clothing can enjoy long-term stability.

"Father, with you, Daqin will surely get better and better."

Ying Zheng smiled. He also thought so and he had the confidence.

Since you have received the mandate of heaven, you will live forever and prosper.

Ming dynasty.

Zhu Biao was also asking for his parents' opinions. All he could think of was to recite poems and write lyrics and give handwritten blessings to the guests who came to pay the bill.

"Let's be honest, people don't know you are the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty. They won't be interested in your calligraphy or paintings!" Zhu Yuanzhang knew the celebrity effect after all. Nowadays, even learning to read and write requires buying books and articles written by celebrities, not to mention that you have to attract people to spend money.

Queen Ma nodded in agreement.

Zhu Xiongying ate the delicious grilled sausage and listened to the adults' words. He said vaguely: "But Daddy is too impatient. I am too mean~"

"Yes, others think it is fake, but our son is real. You take the prince's seal, write poems to send blessings to others, stamp it, and say that the Ming prince Zhu Biao congratulates you. It will definitely be interesting!" Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes lit up, and his eyes were shining when he looked at Zhu Xiongying. It turned out that his precious grandson was a lucky star.

"Yes, Biao'er, this is just a form. It's fine as long as they find it interesting! Isn't it what people in later generations call the immersive experience of COSPLAY?" Queen Ma spoke the words of later generations quite fluently.

After being enlightened by this, Zhu Biao had some ideas. For so long, they have been saying that they are COSPLAYing, but in fact, they are the real people. However, if they say they are the real people, no one will believe it, but it will make people feel novel and interesting.

"Dad, Mom, Xiongying, you are right!"

Zhu Xiongying finally finished a sausage and was very satisfied. He didn’t know why his father suddenly became happy, but as a qualified son, he should give his father encouragement.

"Daddy is awesome!"

"Hahahaha~"

"Xiong Ying, why do you think Daddy is awesome~"

“It’s great!”

"Hahahaha~"

The hall was filled with peace and joy, except for a few men in the side hall who were in great pain. They could smell a slight salty, spicy smell, and their stomachs were growling with hunger.

Zhu Di licked his dry lips: "Second brother, I'm hungry~"

"Am I not hungry? Stop talking!" Zhu Chong said weakly. He now realized that his father really wanted to teach them a lesson, but they had not competed with the eldest brother a long time ago. Over the years, his father was so partial to the eldest brother, how could they still have the mind to compete? Why was he called back to fight without any warning?

Zhu Ying lay on the bed, looking up at the sky, not saying a word. He had no strength left.

Zhu Di thought about it and agreed, that’s right, let’s save some energy.

Qing Dynasty, Qianqing Palace.

A group of princes were sitting together discussing how to stand out.

"Second brother, why don't you perform Cuju or ice skating or something?" The little kid Yinzhen used his little brain to offer a suggestion.

In Yinzhen's left hand was the obedient three-year-old Yinxiang, and in his right hand was the one-year-old little Fourteen who liked to suck his fingers.

"Xiaojiu, that requires a venue. Where in the scenic area is there a place for my second brother to play Cuju?"

The Tenth Prince felt a little jealous of the person in Yinzhen's arms, and was angry and silent.

"Then what are you doing! Playing Buku? No, my second brother is shorter than those people and he doesn't have an advantage." Yinzhen dared to say anything now.

Yinreng felt itchy and thought that his younger brother would only become sensible if he was beaten.

"Yin'er!"

Yinzhen quickly hid behind Yinsi: "Second brother, you are the one who can speak freely and express your own opinions!"

"Second brother, calm down. You can still grow taller at your age. Just drink more milk and exercise more. Isn't that what you said?" Yinsi hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

After a trip to the modern world, Yinreng discovered his height shortcoming, so he specifically asked Qi Xi and looked up information. After coming back, he told his younger brothers how they could grow taller, which resulted in the marriages of the later princes being delayed.

"Yes, you have to go to bed early to grow taller. You guys continue to discuss and come up with a rule for me. I will give it to you tomorrow morning before I go to work! If you can't come up with it, I won't give you any food I bring back within a month! Send it all to Big Brother."

The threat from Yinreng was more serious to the princes than being beaten with a stick. Ever since they ate the food that Yinreng brought back from the afterlife, the princes had been thinking about it every day. Many of them tried to please Yinreng. Even Yinzhi, who was still training the navy outside, wrote a letter to ask for it, and he even wrote "good second brother" several times in the letter to appease others.