Qin Official

ps: I forgot that Lou Jing appeared. Anyway, he only showed his name and no lines, so it has nothing to do with Daju. I will cross it out quietly and let this be the standard for future articles.

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Manfanhan, the northeastern boundary of the Qin Empire, is the estuary of the Datong River. There is a small harbor, but there is no ship here. The merchant ships from Jiaodong come and go without any thought of docking.

A middle-aged general who looked much older than his actual age stood on the beach. His skin was roughened by the wind and sun. He was no longer afraid of the cold winter wind. His chapped lips murmured to himself: "

"Today is the first day of November."

"Soon, it will be a whole year!"

Fusu could feel that today's winter wind was as cold as the night after the banquet that night...

One year ago, on November 16th, Fusu, the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, who was well-known in the world, lost everything in Xianyang because of his naivety and ignorance.

He rose too high, loved too widely, and feared too much.

When disaster approached, he was afraid to move forward, but turned around and tried to grab a life-saving straw. However, he quickly sank into the abyss, and was replaced by others, making the most wrong choice.

As a result, Fusu turned into a rapidly falling meteor, leaving Xianyang and sliding southward, and finally lost its trace in Hanzhong.

Fu Su's escape became the biggest political event in the first year of Qin Shi Huang's thirty-seventh year. It shocked the world and determined the direction of many things in the future.

Only his whereabouts became an unsolved mystery, and the people either thought he was dead or thought he was dead.

In fact, for the next six months, Fusu had been alone, wandering aimlessly in Kanto relying on forged testimonials.

Fusu remembered that when he and Hei Fu got together many years ago, he often criticized the First Emperor of Qin, saying that his father "did not know the sufferings of the people." The implication was that he understood the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the people in Guizhou.

At that time, Heifu always showed a polite smile, neither agreeing nor denying.

Only later did Fusu realize that behind that politeness was genuine disapproval.

"Back then, I was just moaning for no reason and pretending to be kind. How could I know what pain I was suffering?"

Wandering for half a year gave him a deep understanding of what real "disease" and "suffering" are.

Although the test was useful, the money and silk he had would eventually run out. When he reached Dongjun, Fusu had to sell his horse and even the last of his clean clothes, even though the skinny horse was just for him. Come and eat for several days.

He was truly alone, except for the sword in his hand.

In the days that followed, Fusu had to run around to fill his stomach, just like everyone else in the world.

He helped people row boats on the river, helped people carry bags at the dock, and once wanted to work as a farm servant, but he couldn't farm at all, so he lost his job.

Now Fusu finally understood Han Fei's words: "Yao was a common man and could not rule three people; Zhou was an emperor and could bring chaos to the world."

What's more, he was not Yao and Shun, but an ordinary person who was given the status of a prince because he had the blood of Qin Shi Huang in his body.

Without this crown and girdle, who wouldn’t be a naked man?

"Without my status as a young master, I really am nothing..."

The self-deprecating smile could not satisfy his hunger. When he was forced to have no choice but to eat, Fusu even became a servant and thug for a merchant, fighting with others in the store.

That day, relying on the martial arts he had practiced since childhood, he beat those gangsters who only knew three-legged cat kung fu to the ground.

That was the happiest time since Fusu's wandering. He finally understood why Shandong Qingxia hated Qin Fa so much. Those rules were like a birdcage, locking up their nature.

But the local order was still there, and the result was that Fusu, along with the troublemakers, were arrested by the government, thrown into prison, and tied with ropes, and used as prisoners to build river defenses.

The local officials would not have thought that this smelly ranger would be Fusu who Xianyang was secretly searching for!

One night, Fusu escaped with many people, but he also received an arrow from his pursuers and limped into the mountains.

In the months that followed, Fusu was plagued by pain and illness, leaving him weak and almost dead.

There would be no imperial doctor or military doctor eager to save him, no family members or concubines to inquire about his welfare, and a shaman who happened to be passing by could just pick a handful of suspicious weeds, boil them into a dark soup, and pour it into his stomach. .

No medicine can cure the disease, but it only gets worse.

In this way, he was stranded in a shack between Heji and Ji, with his bones broken under the torment of injuries. Half asleep and half awake, he recalled the first half of his life, thought of the heroic words he had made, and thought of the mistakes he made out of innocence. Laughing loudly and sometimes crying.

The local people thought that this man was crazy.

It was difficult to take off the label. In the eyes of everyone, Fusu really became a madman. The children playing in the water threw stones at him, the laundry woman ran away when she saw him, and the men in the village angrily used Sticks drove him away.

Fusu continued to wander along the river. Along the way, he was looked down upon. Only the lepers in the village of the lepers did not dislike him. He especially remembered that when he was about to starve to death, a leper with scars on his face, He also gave him some food.

Then she gave him an ugly smile.

"The sick man has mercy on the king!"

"The sick man has mercy on the king!"

Fusu felt the greatest irony in the world. He laughed loudly again, cried like a child again, and became even crazier.

The noble young master of the past seemed to have completely disappeared from him.

He spent more than a month in this state of confusion, until midsummer, when he sat by the river and scratched lice on his body, he learned the news of Qin Shihuang's death from the chats of passing fishermen...

He was stunned for a moment, and the flea in his hand struggled and jumped away.

The women wearing silk clothes next to them saw this disheveled, dirty and smelly beggar madman, and he plunged into the river!

He screamed in shock, but that was it, no one came to save him.

Fusu met the water and shed tears in the river, and the turbulent turbid water also washed away the dirty shell he used to wrap himself.

After a long time, when Fusu came ashore again, his eyes were much clearer. He moved quickly, tied up his hair with vines, found the broken sword, left the shack where he had stayed for a long time, and walked eastward. !

Fusu walked to the seaside, and the boundless blue awakened his original intention. Now Fusu has remembered where he wanted to go when he traveled eastward!

He wanted to take a shortcut and cross the sea to Haidong, but just as Xianyang envoys were arresting Jiaodong gangsters, the local policy changed. The sea was banned. Linzi, Jiaodong, and Jibei were not allowed to enter the sea.

It was as if God was destined not to let him go too easily.

It was also at the seaside that Fusu heard the news of Heifu's "rebellion".

There was no disbelief or disbelief. Fusu just turned around silently and walked north.

He finally recovered his health and sanity, but his behavior was very different from before.

When crossing the river, the boatman cursed him because he was penniless. Fusu bluntly held his sword across his knees and forced the boatman to take him across the river.

When he arrived in Hebei, in order to fill his stomach, Fusu began to rob passers-by with swords, emptied their money bags, and snatched their carriages and horses. When he left, he threw down a handful of money as a means of transportation home.

On normal days, he would have been arrested by the government again, but now, no one could care about a small robbery case.

When he was wandering in Guandong, Fusu saw the resentment of the people under the heavy pressure of Qin's laws.

But now, he began to see that what was more terrifying than the tyrannical order was that these orders disappeared overnight!

In Julu County, the Zhao people acted righteously and wanted to restore the country. They fought and killed each other endlessly with the county soldiers, leaving corpses everywhere.

In Guangyang County, thieves are rampant, tigers and wolves cannibalize people, crops are destroyed by fire, and thick smoke reaches the sky.

In Yuyang County, the Yan and Zhao garrison who had been patient for a long time rebelled, and the flames of war raged along the Great Wall. There is no Meng Jiangnu here, but why is the woman's cry still so loud?

In Liaoxi County, King Donghu took the opportunity to invade and plundered endlessly. The barbarian horses trampled the border residents, and cut off countless heads with scimitars. Women were carried away on horseback, howling.

In Liaodong County, the fleeing garrison guards in the past harassed the border. This group of thugs who had been hiding in the mountains and forests for many years were extremely vicious. Many miles of the border were affected by rice seedlings. This was a hidden danger left by the mutiny and camp roar that year.

Mountains and rivers are broken, and people's fate is like floating catkins, scattered into mud and crushed into dust.

In comparison, what did he encounter?

Fusu came all the way north and witnessed this tragic scene.

He had heard that in ancient times, Gonggong fought with Zhu Rong and angered Buzhou Mountain. As a result, the four poles were destroyed, the nine states were split, the sky was not covered, and the earth was not contained. The fire is bright and never goes out, and the water is vast and never stops. Wild beasts eat the people, birds of prey prey on the old and the weak...

Isn’t what is happening in front of me a reflection of the legend in this world?

Fu Su was alone and killed one or two thieves and barbarians, but he could not prevent a greater tragedy from happening.

He could only walk among the bones, forcing himself to open his eyes wide, see them all, and remember them.

"it was all your fault."

In front of the dead faces and the ruins inside and outside, Fusu said to himself.

"You have let down my father, and you are so cowardly and hesitant that he cannot rest in peace."

"You have failed your wife and children, and abandoned them selfishly."

"You have failed your retainers and subordinates and brought them a bad end."

"You failed Heifu by letting him get to where he is today."

"You have even failed to live up to the expectations of the people of the world and brought this troubled world to the world..."

"Fusu, Fusu, you are the shining star!"

He is guilty.

The crime is extremely heinous.

So he needs to make amends and atone.

Fusu only thought of one way.

After months of trekking, when he finally arrived at Xiangping City, he hesitated for a while, but finally gave up and continued eastward.

He is no longer naive and gullible. Even if Liao Dongshou knows him, if he goes alone, he may be captured even if he reveals his identity.

Negotiations are only reciprocal if you have soldiers in your hands.

So, he once again measured the earth with his footsteps and continued to move forward along the path of the past expedition.

The thorns were deeply inserted into the hands, dripping with blood, and the blisters on the feet broke and formed again, and eventually turned into hard calluses. They were hungry for wild vegetables and thirsty for water from the stream.

When Fusu arrived in Xi'an in early September, his whole person was completely different.

He is only in his early thirties, but he looks like an old man in his forties. He has dark skin, a haggard appearance, and wears straw sandals. Unless someone is very familiar with his face and looks carefully, no one would recognize him as the noble and elegant young master who used to be as jade-like. Sue.

Fusu is no longer a fragile jade. He destroyed himself with his own hands, removed all the marks, and burned in the fire for a long time, turning into hard bronze.

The garrison in Xi'anping was Fusu's old army. Because it was too remote, the Xianyang court, which was busy dealing with the Northern Expeditionary Army, did not even have time to send envoys.

The local garrison also heard about the events in the Central Plains and the rebellions near and far. They were hesitant. Some people thought they should wait there, while more people thought it was better to go back to their hometowns on their own. These two opposing views gradually increased with the battle with Jiaodong. The contact between them was interrupted, and I became more and more uneasy.

The officials can no longer suppress the garrison, defections continue to occur, and mutinies like those in Shanggu and Yuyang may occur at any time!

Fortunately, Xi'anping's guard Gao Cheng was Fusu's right-hand man and helped him suppress the mutiny. Gao Cheng carefully identified the visitor who claimed to be an "old friend" and immediately recognized who he was.

The loser in the Xianyang court struggle.

The missing person who either thought he was dead or thought he was dead, went to Chengmi.

Gao Cheng was so excited that he cried in front of Fusu and shouted something Fusu had never heard in a year...

"Master, eldest son!"

It's such a familiar title, but it sounds so harsh.

He is no longer the eldest son, just Fusu!

Helping Gao Cheng up, Fu Su smiled at him and said:

"Stop calling me young master."

"Call me 'General'!"

Fusu arrived just in time and became a savior, a hope, and a life-saving straw that the garrison soldiers struggled to grasp.

When the garrison soldiers gathered together, when Fusu once again put on his general's armor and faced the eyes that were looking at him, he was speechless for a moment.

He hadn't spoken to anyone for so long that his throat was as hard as iron.

After a long silence, Fusu bowed heavily to everyone.

Thousands of words condensed into simple words.

"Fusu has failed everyone."

"But I won't let down my second or third son again."

"I'm here to fulfill the unfulfilled promise."

"I'll take you home!"

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"General!"

Gao Cheng's shout broke Fusu's memory. Looking back, he saw Gao Cheng's eyes full of high fighting spirit.

"The last batch of garrison soldiers has returned, coming from Seoul!"

Seoul is located on the east coast of Haidong. It was built by Heifu. Although it is called a city, it is actually just a small village with hundreds of people stationed there. It can be said that it is the most remote outpost of the Qin Empire.

Now that even the Hancheng garrison has been recalled, there will no longer be a single soldier of the Qin army in the entire peninsula.

Those strongholds far away from the territory must now be abandoned, and the wanderers have to go home. Compared to this barbarian land, they have more important things that need to be protected.

Gao Chengxian reported: "The 500-year-old master from Seoul brought his family and his family back. With the strength of a hundred people, he defeated the hundreds of harassing people. He also wanted to return to the Central Plains with the general and was about to pay his respects in person."

"not easy."

Fusu nodded: "Bring him here."

Not long after, a man with thick beard strode over.

This man was about fifty years old, wearing a sheepskin coat and a dog-skin hat on his head. His eyes were full of energy. When he saw Fusu, he knelt down on his knees very simply, with an excited cry in his voice:

"Liu Ji of Peixian County, pay homage to the eldest son!"