Nightfall.

Qin Shihuang was lying on a comfortable bed. The bed was very strange, with two floors above and below. It was covered with bamboo mats, which made it very cool to sleep in summer.

"Wuchenghou."

"I'm here."

Obviously, Wang Jian didn't sleep either.

Too many things have happened during this period. Even now, he can't accept it. After returning to their youth, they have more energy.

After pacifying the Six Kingdoms, Wang Jian got his wish and was granted the title of Marquis of Wucheng. It means military success, which can be said to be the highest honor for a Qin general. Then, Wang Jian declined Qin Shihuang's offer to stay. He chose to retreat bravely and returned to his hometown Pinyang to retire.

Even so, Qin Shihuang still gave him a sinecure position - Grand Master among the three divisions. This time, Qin Shihuang asked the Wang family to follow him in the Taishan Zen ceremony. This honor can only be enjoyed by the Wang family in the whole country.

In the past, Qin Shihuang had just ascended the throne and had not yet taken power. Wang Jian had been a general since the Zhao Dynasty. Over the years, the two of them stayed up all night many times. In Xianyang Palace, they excitedly discussed the future. Thinking about the future unification of the world,

What is the situation?

"One day, a small man will have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of a general with thousands of troops!"

That year, Qin Shihuang ascended the throne. Lu Buwei controlled the state affairs, and Lao Ai conspired to rebel. In this deadlock, Wang Jian mobilized his troops to prepare for it.

In the end, Wang Jian fought to the death to protect Qin Shihuang and killed Lao Ai and hundreds of his followers. He deposed Lu Buwei and moved his clan to Shu.

From then on, Qin Shihuang completely took control of the country!

The point of the sword is invincible!

They raised troops to put an end to the riot, and the six kings fell into disgrace.

Now, the world is at peace!

"What do you think of this boy?"

"Strange man!"

Wang Jian’s evaluation only had two words.

"He has an extraordinary mind and a deep city. I have a feeling that he seems to be hiding something. However, he is kind and honest."

Cao Xiu was willing to help the two strangers. There were dozens of slaves in the house, and none of them were sallow and thin. Wang Jian had carefully observed that none of them should have been injured. In other words, Cao Xiu rarely punished his slaves.<

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"What the old master said is true."

Qin Shihuang sat on the bed, looked at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, and raised a smile. "Now that the world has begun to settle down, there are rebellions everywhere. I was worried that there would be no successors, but now it is good. I will be young again, and it will take another thirty years!"

"These thirty years are enough for me to realize my ambitions. What are the six countries? I still want to lead the Qin warriors to conquer a huge territory!"

"Wu Chenghou, can you still fight?"

Wang Jian stood up from the bed, his eyes turned red, and he bowed respectfully.

"I am willing to fight to the death for Great Qin!"

"Okay!"

Qin Shihuang nodded in approval, stood up and helped Wang Jian up. The monarch and his ministers seemed to have returned to twenty years ago, when they were high-spirited and regarded the six countries as nothing!

"Mamaipi, are you going to sleep?"

"Why are ghosts roaring and screaming at night!"

Cao Xiu's yelling suddenly sounded.

"..."

Qin Shihuang's enthusiasm disappeared in an instant. At the same time, he also returned to reality from fantasy. What's the use of being excited now?

Now we have to think of a way to return to Xianyang and take power as soon as possible!

Now that the world has been settled, everything is unstable. The remnants of the Six Kingdoms are hiding in the dark, ready to make trouble. If it is known that he has disappeared mysteriously, there will be chaos!

"Wu Chenghou, do you have any good ideas now?"

"I do have a plan."

Wang Jian squinted his eyes and looked around.

"I can write a letter and send it to Pinyang Mansion. Li'er should still be in the mansion now. If he sees my handwritten letter, he will understand. At that time, just ask him to bring someone here."

"Good!"

Letters have been around since the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and the Qin Dynasty also had special postmen responsible for delivering letters. For example, the Heifu family letters unearthed in later generations are quite famous.

This matter happened to be under the jurisdiction of the local pavilion chief.

Isn’t Cao Xiu the pavilion chief of Sishui?

As long as Cao Xiu helps, wouldn’t it be simple?

……

The next day, early morning.

Cao Xiu hummed a little tune and stood in the yard brushing her teeth.

Qin Shihuang and Wang Jian came over.

"Xiu'er, what are you doing?"

"Brush your teeth."

Cao Xiu said and threw away the two toothbrushes.

This is a crude toothbrush he made by himself. He drilled densely packed holes out of bamboo and filled them with pig bristles. He used green salt charcoal as toothpaste and could still scrape it together to brush his teeth.

Qin Shi Huang looked over and over carefully.

"It's really ingenious."

For example, when he brushes his teeth on weekdays, he simply rinses his mouth with salt water, and then pokes it twice with a willow branch. But Qian Shou doesn't care about this. How can he be willing to brush his teeth if he doesn't eat enough salt?

At most, you can just use charcoal.

"I have something I need you to do."

Wang Jian stepped forward, looking very old-fashioned.

"Please beg me."

"Ahem, please!"

"I won't do it even if you beg me."

"How dare you fool me?!"

Wang Jian's hot temper suddenly came to a head.

"No more teasing you, what do you want my help with?"

Cao Xiu simply thought these two were interesting. After all, it was rare to see them joking in a serious manner. There was nothing wrong with teasing these two, they were both much younger.

"I want to write a letter."

"Is it for the family?"

"Hmm."

"Aren't you an orphan?"

"..."

Cao Xiu stared at these two rammers.

So, these two are lost?

It would be a good thing if his relatives could be found. He knew how uncomfortable the family would be if the child was lost. It didn't matter if it was a trivial matter.

"I am the director of the Surabaya Pavilion, and it is my job to write and deliver letters. Tell me, who do you want to write to, and where is your home?"

"Inner History of Pinyang County, Wang Li."

"Oh, it turns out to be Wang Li." Cao Xiu waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's a trivial matter... what a ghost!!!"

"Um?"

Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, not knowing why.

Isn’t this as simple as having hands?

"Wait a minute, in whose name do you want to send the letter?"

"Of course it belongs to me!"

"Who?"

"Wang Jian!"

"I'll strangle you to death!"

He finally understood that there was definitely something wrong with these two thieves. Mail delivery these days was similar to that of later generations. First, you had to show your identity to verify your identity, and then fill in the recipient's information.
To be continued...