Chapter 155: Patrolling the Mountains
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Fusu stopped her chopsticks, Xia Wei handed over a glass of white water, not the tea that has begun to circulate in the world, Fusu told her that she couldn't sleep well when drinking tea at night, and she always kept it in mind.
"Childe rests early, the bath soup is ready, Xiling and Meng An are waiting at the door for orders, Childe has something to do."
"It's August now, the weather is cold, Childe cover the futon at night, don't catch a cold......"
Xia Wei took the trouble to instruct on the side, as if she wanted to make up for all the instructions that had not been spoken for two months.
"Well, then I'll talk to my sister tomorrow." Fusu poured tea and muttered, and Xia Wei finally left with a smile.
Fusu finished bathing and lay on his long-lost bed. Even with a comfortable bed and pure boiled water, Fusu still couldn't sleep at night, and the conversation with Cheng Qu made Fusu deeply worried about his industry and the Mo family.
If it was simply to build a royal tomb for Yingzheng, Fusu would not be so worried about the life and death of the Mo family, he was worried about the other two points caused by the construction of the royal tomb.
First, looking at Cheng Qu's reaction, it is estimated that most of the ink artists of the Qin State were recruited by Yingzheng, including Tang Gu, the giant of the Mo family, which is undoubtedly a huge blow to the other ink people who are still free, if there is no external intervention, these ink artists are estimated to be at ease and will flee one after another when Tang Gu and the others reappear.
Second, combined with the news that Song Feng gave him, Fusu judged that Yingzheng bought a large amount of mercury, but it was not used for alchemy for immortality, but for the construction of the royal tomb, the mercury is highly toxic, and I don't know what kind of harm it will bring to Tang Gu and others, and it is a question whether these ink artists can survive to Fusu to rescue.
Constantly thinking about these two questions, Fusu fell asleep in a daze, he had just experienced a journey of almost a month, although there was time to rest, but after all, it was unstable, now in his own house, Fusu's spirit relaxed, after falling asleep, he didn't get up until the next day.
As soon as Fusu finished washing, he heard Yang Jian's voice appear in his ears, "Oh, son, you can really sleep, I originally thought that I would go to the school palace with you today, but now it's okay, I can only fill my stomach in your mansion first." ā
Fusu looked up at the sun and said, "I don't know if I'm still growing my body, sleep more and grow taller!" ā
Yang Jian listened to Fusu's words, and said with a look of disbelief: "Where did I hear about it, why didn't I know that there was such a statement!" ā
Fusu didn't explain, compared his shoulders that were taller than the two of them, patted Yang Jian and said, "Let's go, go eat." ā
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, followed from behind, and said, "Didn't you say that you ate more than others...... How can you say that you are so tall because of your high nutrition? Why is it said today that it is said that it takes more sleep to grow taller, which statement is true? ā
Yang Jian's words in turn made Fusu stunned for a moment, thinking about it carefully, he did say that there are many ways to grow taller, and he couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't expect that in Qin State, he would become a health expert in the WeChat circle.
"It's all true, it's all true." Fusu was a little weak-hearted, in the old time and space, he didn't receive all kinds of health secrets from his elders, what late sleep is chronic suicide, what carrots should be fried and eaten to be nutritious, and now he has become an information publisher, Yang Jiancheng has become an audience, I don't know when he will wake up and automatically block these messages.
"How is Mr. Cheng Qu?" Fusu asked Xiling as he walked.
"I was about to tell Gongzi that Mr. Cheng Qu left the house early this morning, saying that he was going back to the school palace." Xiling heard Fusu's knowledge and immediately replied.
"Go back, what did the Imperial Doctor say?"
"Last night, Imperial Doctor Liu said that Mr. Cheng Qu is not sick, but he is overly worried and his liver qi is stagnant, not one or two pairs of medicines can be effective, if you want to get better, the key is to recuperate and relieve your mood." After speaking, he said thoughtfully: "This imperial doctor is really divine, and a few words made Mr. Cheng Qu recover his spirits, and only one night later, Mr. Cheng Qu got off the hospital bed." This Imperial Doctor Liu, it seems that he will go to him for a headache and brain fever in the house in the future. ā
Hearing that Cheng Qu was in good spirits, Fusu was also in a lot of mood, and did not refute Xiling's admiration for the imperial doctor surnamed Liu.
After eating, Fusu was a little hesitant to go to the school palace with Yang Jian, since the Qi family said yesterday that his family affairs had been decided, Ying Zheng would definitely tell him about it, he didn't want to be in the school palace for a few days, and he was recalled by Ying Zheng again, and there was also Lu Buwei and Zhao Ji's return to Xianyang The matter has not been resolved.
But if he doesn't go back to the school palace, after all, he has been away for two months, and Fusu also wants to see what the school palace he built has become now, whether there are any new teaching and learning, how the "Journal" is doing, and more importantly, whether there are more students. In addition, I have to go to see Song Feng, who is engaged in feudal superstition in Bowang Workshop and Sixian Garden, and I also have to see the new site of the workshop under construction, and I don't know what the new workshop will look like without the ink people who are used to it.
Fusu thought about the past one by one, and found that he had unconsciously spread the stall so big.
Finally, he was still not at ease with his efforts, and Fusu decided to go back to the school palace with Yang Jian.
However, it was not what Yang Jian hoped for, and went back to the school palace directly, but first went to Bowang Garden, and then went all the way north from Bowang Garden, passed through Sixian Garden, bypassed Xianyang, passed through the construction site, and finally went to the school palace, which was quite a tiger patrolling the mountain. There is Zhang Cang, the uncle, who has been taking care of it in the school palace, and Fusu should be relatively relieved.
As soon as Yang Jian arrived at the construction site, he ran away without a trace, and seemed to be more familiar here than Fusu.
Zhang Huo was very happy to see Fusu coming, the last time he went to see Fusu but couldn't see Fusu, he always felt unsteady, and now Fusu finally came back, so that a stone in his heart fell to the ground.
"Childe, is the matter on the construction site solved?" Zhang Huo said expectantly.
Fusu shook his head a little helplessly, which made Zhang Huo stunned for a while, and wanted to ask something, but seeing that Fusu didn't want to say much, he obediently shut up and led Fusu around the workshop.
"Is there still security in the workshop?" Fusu asked.
"It's safe, it's just that two months ago, after many ink artists arrived at the construction site, they never came back, causing a commotion among the masters, but fortunately, there were no problems in the next ten days, and the output of the workshop was normal."
"What about the rest of the Workshop?"
"They all went to the school palace, the son forgot, at that time the son said that he wanted to do training, and more than 20 ink masters went to the school palace." Zhang Huo reminded.
Fusu nodded, but felt that it was wrong, thought for a while, and asked, "Except for the more than twenty ink masters, there is no longer a single ink artist in the workshop, right?" ā