Chapter 762: Our Bones Must Be Hard
"Fusu is already here?"
When Hu Hai heard this, his eyes widened. Looking at Zhao Lang's frown, he said directly,
"Brother Lang, wait, I'll kill you..."
Before Hu Hai finished speaking, Zhao Lang covered his mouth.
Meng Tian on the side just pretended not to hear. As a royal brother and friend, he had better not get involved.
If His Majesty hadn't given him an order to prevent Fusu from being killed by Zhao Lang, he wouldn't have answered the question.
Zhao Lang said at this time,
"General Meng, where is Fusu now?"
Meng Tian smiled and replied,
"In a school not far from the camp, His Highness the Crown Prince wants to see him?"
"I will take you there tomorrow."
Although he didn't think Zhao Lang would use too extreme measures, after all, the other party had plenty of opportunities at the beginning.
Of course, you still have to keep an eye on it, what if Fusu offends the other party.
Now there are schools established by benevolent Confucians on the border to provide education for the common people and teenagers on the border.
Zhao Lang arranged this matter himself.
Zhao Lang nodded. It would be a good idea to go see Fusu and find out what he wanted to do when he returned to Northern Xinjiang this time. He was about to return to Xianyang, and it was better not to leave a hidden danger.
So he said,
"Then there is General Lao Meng..."
Meng Tian smiled and nodded, and quickly said,
"Now that we have your Majesty's letter, except for the remaining troops, everyone can return to Xianyang."
"When I go back this time, I want to use the new army as the main force."
The new army is naturally the new slave army. Of course, almost no one would call it that now.
Five thousand of the 150,000-strong army survived. Even if these five thousand were not physically strong, they were truly brave and fearless of death!
They all crawled out of the dead.
In the past, some frontier soldiers still called slaves in front of them. After all, not everyone knows how to respect them.
There is no shortage of such people from ancient times to the present.
The only result is to be beaten. Others are fighting with their lives. How can they survive?
From then on, no one dared to shout in front of them.
Zhao Lang would naturally not refuse this matter. The New Army's sacrifice this time was indeed great, and they deserved these honors.
And after this battle, it was logical for the government to redeem all the slaves of Great Qin.
He and Meng Tian discussed some details of returning to the city, but when it came to transporting the ashes of the New Army, Meng Tian frowned slightly and said,
"Your Highness, it is natural to send these soldiers to the imperial mausoleum, but what you just said may not be appropriate."
Zhao Lang waved his hand slightly and then replied,
"General Meng, I owe them this. I believe my father will understand."
"I want all the people of Great Qin to understand one thing. From now on, we, the people of Great Qin, will not and will not allow anyone to be a slave!"
"No matter what happens in the future, as long as we are still in the realm of Great Qin, our bones must be strong!"
Hearing this, Meng Tian's eyes lit up slightly. He understood what the other party meant. This was to give all the people of Da Qin, no matter rich or humble, a pair of eternal iron bones!
Thinking of this, Meng Tian immediately said sincerely,
"His Royal Highness is wise!"
The other party is already thinking about future generations. This state of mind can already be compared with that of his Majesty.
Soon, after the two of them finished their discussion, Zhao Lang left here.
Early the next morning, Zhao Lang and Meng Tian were going to find Fusu. They wanted to finish the things here early so that they could lead the army back to the city. After all, the journey was quite far.
Even if it is a light march, it will take about a month.
But before they set off, Hu Hai and Ying Yinman followed on horseback.
"Brother Lang, wait for me!"
Zhao Lang glanced at the other party and said,
"what are you going to do?"
Hu Hai looked around and then whispered,
"Brother Lang, if you don't want to take action later, I can do it. I am also the King of Fortune now, but I am at a higher level than the prince!"
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Listening to these words, Zhao Lang couldn't tell for a moment whether the other party really wanted to help him or just wanted to show off.
Of course, there may be both. As for Ying Yinman, he guessed it without asking. He was sent by his father before, probably to prevent him from killing Fusu.
"Okay, I'm not looking for trouble today, just follow me."
After saying that, Zhao Lang followed Meng Tian and left here.
At this time, in a simple camp in northern Xinjiang.
In several thatched houses, many young people ranging in age from five to ten years old were reading books with a slightly handsome young man who looked like a scholar.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, the sound of Lang Lang reading gave the world a unique aura of human beings.
After a while of reciting, there was a dull sound of tapping tiles, and the teenagers all stood up and ran outside happily, but the scholar-looking people were a little uncomfortable with it.
At this time, a Confucian scholar came in and said with a smile,
"Prince Fusu, get out of class is over now. It's time for the children to rest and do some activities."
Fusu replied at this time,
"Don't call me prince here from now on, I'm just a Confucian scholar."
"It's just that this method of teaching is novel."
When the Confucian scholar heard this, he replied strangely,
"Don't you know? This teaching method was passed down from Heming Academy and Royal Academy."
"Each class lasts about half an hour, followed by a break. It is said to improve students' learning effectiveness."
"So, we gave it a try, and now it seems the results are pretty good."
Fusu was startled. Of course he knew these two places, but he never paid attention to them.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little funny. He had always regarded Zhao Lang as his opponent, but he had never really understood him.
You know, he has stayed in the other party's village.
But now, even the methods used by these benevolent scholars belong to others.
In this case, how could he be the opponent's opponent?
The most ridiculous thing was that the other party had warned him to do more investigation and preparation.
From now on, he has to take a good look at each other.
He admitted that some of what the other party said was right, and only by understanding the other party could he defeat the other party.
He definitely couldn't compete with Zhao Lang for the position of prince, but he wanted everyone to know about Confucianism.
Only the way of benevolence can bring peace to the world and allow everyone to live a good life.
Fusu walked outside and saw the teenagers playing happily, which was a wonderful sight.
At this moment, a group of people came galloping not far away. Looking at the extremely handsome young man at the head, Fusu couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
The other party quickly dismounted and came in front of him. They looked at each other for a while. Fusu hesitated for a moment, then bent down and saluted,
"Your Highness, long time no see." chaptererror();