The long river of years never stops for anyone.

Seven years have passed.

Several children in the Handan liquor store have grown into healthy and strong young people.

In the backyard.

The shopkeeper lay on the bed and looked at the proprietor in front of him.

"Since the owner came to this Handan City, it has been almost ten years, and you are also middle-aged."

He looked at the owner in front of him, and his tone was reminiscing.

Jiang Taiyi's current appearance is the appearance of a thirty-year-old man, a standard middle-aged man, and the trace of crow's feet at the corners of his eyes makes him even more mature.

He looked at the shopkeeper lying on the bed, covered the other party with a quilt, and said slowly:

"You're older."

The shopkeeper was lying on the bed coughing, but he smiled: "Even the king of Zhou, who is known as the 'Son of Heaven', died five years ago, people, who will not grow old and die?" ”

Week.

A country that lasted for eight hundred years.

Since the battle of Muye, King Wu fell, overthrew Yin Shang, established the Great Zhou, divided the world, known as the Son of Heaven, and the family surnamed Ji has enjoyed eight hundred years of honor and favor in this land.

However, history pushes the years forward, even if it was once as glorious as the Great Zhou.

His last king, Zhou Tianzi, also died completely five years ago, nicknamed "King Zhou Xun".

As soon as this Zhou Tianzi died, it was completely declared that there was no more nominal co-owner of the world in this land.

Jiang Taiyi did not speak.

Just looking at the shopkeeper, this old guy and old friend who has been by his side for ten years and is busy in the wine shop, the dead air on his body has become thicker and thicker.

The shopkeeper waved his hand weakly: "Boss, go to the front yard and watch, Zheng'er is still young after all, and adults have to watch the accounts at the counter." ”

Jiang Taiyi nodded slightly.

When I came to the front store of the restaurant, I saw the young man with red lips and white teeth on the counter, clear and elegant.

Zheng'er.

The baby who was about to freeze to death on a cold autumn moonlit night nine years ago has now become the young owner of the wine store.

When he was young, the child had a sluggish and wooden feeling.

But after knowing that after speaking, it seems that he has opened his mind, or it can be said that this child himself is a piece of the best jade in the world, and gradually reveals his own strength.

Standing there, between the gestures, there was a naturally cold extravagance.

"Master."

Zheng'er saw Jiang Taiyi who walked in and spoke calmly.

Then with a hint of concern, he asked:

"How's Uncle Gai?"

Jiang Taiyi didn't respond to the question, only asked, "How are you doing at the counter?" ”

Zheng'er handed over the account and said, "It's okay, it's just that our family's wine is sold to seven countries, and we collect too many currencies from other countries, and some of them are difficult to calculate." ”

Jiang Taiyi looked at the accounts and said, "But you still have a clear calculation." ”

Zheng'er shook his head and said, "It's too troublesome." ”

Jiang Taiyi: "You think it's too troublesome to settle accounts." ”

Zheng'er shook his head again and said: "It's too troublesome to have so many different money in the world, especially when we do business, we have to replace and calculate back and forth, let alone ordinary people, if only there is one kind of money in the world." ”

Jiang Taiyi thought for a moment and asked, "Is this your ideal?" ”

Zheng'er was slightly stunned and said, "My ideal? ”

Jiang Taiyi lowered his hand, looked outside, and said meaningfully: "Have you ever thought about turning the money in the world into a kind of money?" ”

Zheng'er pondered: "This, how to do it?" The reason why there is so much money in the world is because there are seven countries, seven languages, and seven laws, and if you want to turn seven kinds of money into one, you have to turn seven countries into one country. ”

Jiang Taiyi said slowly: "You can say this so neatly, it seems that you have thought about it in your heart." ”

Zheng'er exhaled and said, "Yes, but Zheng'er should not be the only one in the world who has thought like this." ”

Jiang Taiyi looked back at Zheng'er, shook his head and smiled lightly: "It's a lot, but you are different from those people." ”

Zheng'er seemed to understand Master's words, bowed his head and said, "I ......"

Jiang Taiyi scooped a pot of wine at the counter and said, "Your life experience, Master has not hidden it from you, you are the king and grandson of the Qin State." In the past two days, you should have also heard that the old King of Qin, that is, your great-grandfather, died a few months ago. And just yesterday, your grandfather, who had just succeeded to the throne of Qin for less than three days, also passed away. The position of the next King of Qin has been decided, and he is your biological father, Ying Yiren. You are his eldest son, and it is also possible that you will be the future crown prince of Qin. ”

"That idea of yours, with your identity, is possible."

Zheng'er looked at Jiang Taiyi for a dozen drinks, frowned, reminded the master to drink less, and then said, "I just want to follow the master." ”

Jiang Taiyi shook his head when he heard this, and said: "Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, and you, you three children, I can teach you everything I can teach you, the two of them are now successful in their studies, and they have begun to find their own things, and they are about to prepare to go to all countries in the world to experience, what about you, there are no children who can always follow adults, what do you want to do in the future, go your own way, this is the most important thing." ”

Zheng'er didn't speak.

Suddenly, he saw the outside of the wine shop and showed surprise:

"It's snowing!"

Jiang Taiyi watched Zheng'er come to the door, watched the goose feathers fall in the sky, stepped forward, draped his big coat on his body, and looked at the sky with him.

Zheng'er heard Master's voice beside him and asked:

"You've loved snow since you were a child, but I didn't ask you why?"

Zheng'er nodded, looked at the heavy snow gradually falling between heaven and earth, tightened the big coat that the master put on him, looked at the heaven and earth seriously and said: "Well, I like snow, I think snow has a very grand spirit, once it snows, whether it is mountains, rivers and land, or rivers and lakes, we must retreat, be covered by heavy snow, and conquer." ”

"Farmers also love snow, and snow means a good harvest."

Jiang Taiyi looked at the heavy snow, touched Zheng'er's shoulder and said:

"Snow is still a little good, just like you said, after the snow, the earth is silver, it has the power to change the world, it can bury all the old things, and conjure up a new world."

Zheng'er looked at the heavens and the earth, listening to the teachings of the master who was like a father, and her thoughts flew like snowflakes.

Jiang Taiyi let Zheng'er think slowly.

He just whispered at the heavy snowfall:

"It's a good snowfall."

……

"What a good snow!"

Lu Buwei in Xianyang City also smiled.

Just yesterday, Ying Zhu, who had only succeeded the King of Qin for three days, died directly, and in the eyes of outsiders, he only sighed that this King of Qin was really the shortest-lived king in history.

However.

When Lu Buwei's gaze was withdrawn from the heavy snow outside, he looked at a row of bamboo slips on the case.

In the upper right corner of the bamboo slip, there is a spider's mark.

And the names on the bamboo slips are placed outside, and each one is a person who can be famous all over the world.

One of them is King Qin Yingzhu.

A big red cross is drawn on it.

It seems to indicate that the death of the King of Qin, who succeeded him for three days, is not as simple as the world knows.