The next day, Ji Yan prepared to go to the drill ground to learn archery from his mother. Halfway there, he was stopped by a servant of the palace, saying that the emperor had summoned him. Hearing that his grandfather wanted to see him, Ji Yan didn't dare to be negligent. He turned around and walked towards the palace.
Upon arriving at the main hall, Tian Zi looked at Ji Yan, his eldest grandson, with a smile.
Tian Zi said," Eldest Sun, you're not young anymore. It's time to start your studies. I've found you a few teachers to teach you. You must study hard!" Tian Zi looked at Ji Yan and pointed at an old man beside him. Shi Cheng, the historian of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is in charge of the historical records of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is knowledgeable and talented. He is now your teacher. The emperor then pointed at the eight guards beside him and said to Ji Yan,"I'll leave these eight people to you. They'll be responsible for your food, clothing, and shelter." Tian Zi then pointed at the eight adult servants and maids behind Ji Yan and said with a smile,"I'll leave these servants to you." Let these servants serve you well!
Ji Yan bowed and thanked grandfather for his love for his grandson. He was still young, so he had to learn. Was there a place in the palace where historical books were kept? Could he let his grandson read it?
Tian Zi smiled. Grandson, you can go if you want to. It's up to you. Just let your teacher take you there.
The two of them chatted for a while.
Ji Yan took his leave and walked to the side hall of the palace with his teacher. In fact, Ji Yan had a thought these days. In his previous life, when he was in the army, Ji Yan and his comrades had talked about the historical allusions of the Zhou Dynasty…the beacon fire played with the princes. Ji Yan discussed this story with his comrades and felt that there were many suspicious points and that it did not make sense. For example, if King You of Zhou lit the beacon fire, he might have been teasing the dukes.
How could he predict how many people would arrive on time from different countries? After all, in ancient times, the roads were rugged and information was blocked. It was not like now, where a phone call or the Internet could convey information clearly.
Coincidentally, Ji Yan had arrived in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he really had nothing to do. He wanted to take this opportunity to understand the beginning and end of this allusion.
Under the lead of his teacher, the historian, Ji Yan walked into the library of the Great Zhou Dynasty. All the historical allusions, letters, and other important materials from King Ping of Zhou to the present were stored here. Ordinary people had no right to read them. Because Ji Yan was the eldest grandson of the emperor, and because the emperor was happy, he allowed Ji Yan to freely read and study.
On the way there, Ji Yan turned his head to look at the eight armored guards and then asked, how should I address the two warriors? Two of them, who looked like the leader, quickly bowed and said,"He's Ji He, Ji Hai." Young Master, we are ordered by the Emperor to protect Young Master. If Young Master has any orders, we will naturally give them to you.
Hearing this, Ji Yan took out two gold ingots from his body. Each gold ingot was about one or two times heavier than the other and handed them to the two men. Ji Yan looked at the two of them and said slowly,"Since you've followed me, I won't treat you unfairly." Today is the first time we meet, and you're taking this little bit of gold? Let the brothers buy some wine to drink!
In the future, if you work hard, I won't treat you badly.
The guard hurriedly knelt down and bowed, thanking Ji Yan for his generosity. It should be known that their salaries were usually settled with copper coins. They had never seen gold before!
What Ji Yan didn't know was that the Great Zhou Imperial Court was currently in financial straits, and it was no longer possible to pay these guards in a timely manner. Many of these guards were from the royal family. These guards stayed because they were loyal to the emperor, and most of them hadn't received a salary for a long time.
Ji Yan's generosity today had touched these guards. They thought to themselves that they must serve their young master well.
At the entrance of the hall, there were guards and attendants waiting.
The historian took out a waist token and handed it to the guard. The guard immediately let him in when he saw it. Ji Yan and the teacher entered the hall first.
The guard beside him stopped at the door. They guarded carefully.
When Ji Yan entered the main hall, the officers in the main hall hurriedly came forward and bowed to Ji Yan. After giving the order, this lowly one went to fetch it for Young Master. The young master looked over and saw that the huge palace was filled with layers of wooden shelves. Each wooden shelf had a bundle of bamboo slips.
Ji Yan took out a small gold ingot from his pocket and stuffed it into the officer on duty. He said,"Thank you for your trouble. I'll look around first. I'll call you if there's anything." The officer on duty looked down and saw that it was gold. He was overjoyed and said," Thank you, Young Master, for the reward. Thank you, Young Master." She quickly retreated to the side and followed behind him. Ji Yan strolled around the hall, looking around.
Now that Ji Yan had opened Young Master's Kitchen, he had become more and more generous. He would give money to anyone he saw as useful in the future.
Anyway, this money came easily, so Ji Yan didn't care.
Ji Yan walked to a place where no one was around and turned to look at the historian. He saw that the historian's face was pale. It was obvious that he had been malnourished for a long time. Ji Yan said with a smile. Teacher, I came in a hurry today and didn't bring much money. Here are five taels of gold. Take it and buy some food to nourish your body.
Ji Yan looked around and smiled at the historian." Teacher, I'm young and usually busy with work. I can't ask you for advice in time. Do you think there are some knowledgeable people among the teachers who can accompany me? If I have any questions, I can ask them in time."
This historian had just received benefits from Ji Yan, so he was naturally extremely grateful. He hurriedly bowed and said," Young Master's home." He had a son who had just turned 16 this year. He was well-read since he was young and was about the same age as the young master. Xiaoke called him over to accompany Young Master so that Young Master could learn in time.
Hearing this, Ji Yan thought that this was not bad. It was good to have someone of the same age and ask him questions in time. Ji Yan smiled and said,"Thank you, teacher." The officer hurriedly said,"I'll go out first. Young Master, please wait a moment. I'll go and change my child to accompany you."
The historian who had just received the reward hurriedly walked out of the main hall. Ji Yan turned his head to look at the officer on duty not far away. He gently changed his hands and made a hand gesture. The officer on duty hurriedly walked forward in small steps and bowed to the young master. Did the young master have any instructions? Ji Yan said,"I want to see some of the ancient books from the era of King Ping of Zhou. Where are they? Can I read them?"
The warden hurriedly bowed. Young Master, please follow me. Ji Yan followed the deacon to a desk. The deacon bowed again and asked Young Master to take a seat.
Ji Yan sat in front of the desk and waited patiently. Xiao Yezi and the other attendants beside him served him water in time, and Ji Yan drank. After a while, the officer on duty brought a few attendants with him. He carried a few bundles of bamboo slips and a portion of bamboo tubes and gently placed them in front of Ji Yan. He said,"These are some ancient books and letters from King Ping's time. Please take your time to read them."
Ji Yan was attracted by some bamboo tubes on the desk and asked,"What are these?" Why was it a bamboo tube and not a bamboo scroll? The officer on duty smiled apologetically. This was a letter between the King of Peace of the neighboring states. It was not convenient to fill in the letter with bamboo slips. It was written in sheepskin and stuffed into a bamboo tube to facilitate transmission.
Ji Yan nodded and casually picked up a bamboo tube. The date and sender's information were marked on the bamboo tube.
Ji Yan looked at the warden and said,"You guys go ahead and do your work. I'll stay here and take my time. I'll call you if there's anything." The administrator smiled apologetically and said," Young Master, please take your time to read it. We are not far away. If you have any instructions, please tell us."
The officer on duty waved his hand, and a few of his attendants left in small steps, waiting not far away.
Ji Yan looked at their backs and felt that these people were thin and had pale faces. They were malnourished like his teacher. Ji Yan sighed at the decline of the royal family and the financial constraints. Even these servants were suffering with them. What made these servants insist on staying?
Ji Yan sat steadily in front of the table and slowly flipped through these letters and the allusions from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
After flipping through them for a long time, Ji Yan was a little disappointed. He felt that these historical books were far from what he wanted to know. Suddenly, Ji Yan thought that since these ancient books were recorded by these historians, then these historians must know some secrets that outsiders did not know. Of course, this was also a taboo for the royal family. Ordinary people were not allowed to see it.
He thought that Ji Yan would ask these historians if he had the time to see if he could understand some of the truth of history. While he was thinking, Ji Yan accidentally pulled out a bamboo tube and took out the letter inside. It was a sheepskin.
It seemed to be a letter written by the brother of King Ping of Zhou. The content of the letter referred to himself as his brother and King Ping of Zhou as his brother. It was about some life problems. The letter was signed by Ji Yingqin.
This name flashed through Ji Yan's mind for a moment, but he didn't have any impression of it. Who was this? Ji Yan thought.
Ji Yan looked at the bamboo tubes. They were placed in some bamboo tubes, and Ji Yan took them one by one to look at them.
These were some letters that this person called Ji Yingqin had written to the King of Zhou Ping in the early years of the King of Zhou Ping's reign. Most of them were returns, emotional exchanges between brothers, and some words.
Ji Yan recalled that King You of Zhou had such a son in history. Ji Yan pondered endlessly. At this moment, the historian walked over with a young man in his arms. The young man was a head taller than Ji Yan. He was about 15 or 16 years old and had a thin figure, but his eyes were very bright.
The historian walked up to Ji Yan and bowed. Young Master, this is Xiaoke's son. I've been learning history from this old man since I was young. This child has been well-read since he was young. If you have any questions, just ask him.
The young man hurriedly bowed and said to Ji Yan. Young Master's name is Shi Jin. If there's anything you need, Young Master just needs to tell me.
Ji Yan said," You two are here at the right time. I have some letters here. Help me explain them." This was a letter from King Ping's era. There was a person called Ji Yingqin in it. Was he King Ping's brother or someone else?
At this moment, the young man called Shi Jin was about to answer when he saw the historian beside him tug at Shi Jin's sleeve. Shi Jin opened his mouth and closed it again. He lowered his head and said nothing. The historian bowed and said," Young Master, this is a secret of the royal family. You can't say it easily. If you have time, I can tell you. It's not appropriate now or here."
Ji Yan turned his head to look at the attendant beside him and said with a smile," Alright, we'll talk about this when the students and teachers have a chat."
In the palace of Qin, the king of Qin was talking about state affairs with his sons. After chatting for a while, the king of Qin looked at his sons and said," Children, I'm getting old. It's time to let you know some family matters." You guys follow me. The children hurried forward and followed Qin Wang to a side hall. At the entrance of the hall, Qin Wang waved his hand. The guard stopped at the door and remained vigilant.
The king of Qin brought his sons into the hall and saw a large Qin character at the top of the hall.
Below the Qin word, in front of the table, there were memorial tablets of the past kings of the Qin country. There was only one memorial tablet on the top row, and that was the memorial tablet of the first king of the Qin country.
The King of Qin lit three incense sticks and led his sons to bow three times in front of the row. Then, he inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner and bowed three more times. Then, he slowly walked forward and took down the first row of the emperor's memorial tablets. He held them in his hands and called the children to come forward.
He made the child bow three more times before slowly saying,"Children, This King will now tell you about Great Qin."
The children saw the name of the first emperor written in the middle of the memorial tablet, Ying Qin!!!
The children watched as their old father waited for the king of Qin to turn the memorial tablet over again. They saw three big words written on the memorial tablet: Ji Yingqin.
One of the sons was a little stunned and said, Father, what is this?
Why did the first king of our ancestors have two names?
Our surname is Ying, but why is the reverse side of the card written as Ji? Father, this son didn't continue? Her eyes were filled with confusion.
Because our surname is Ji, the King of Qin did not wait for these sons to ask questions and continued!
The King of Qin looked at his sons and said,"The world says that we are raising horses for the Emperor of Zhou. Because the horses are good, the Emperor gave us a promise to build a country in the west and call it Great Qin. Is that true?" The children nodded and replied. Yes, that was the rumor. The king of Qin slowly said to his sons,"Do you believe such a statement?"
One of the younger sons said. He said that this matter sounded like a rumor, but no matter how he listened, it didn't sound right. The king of Qin smiled.
It is a fact that our ancestors have been herding horses for generations.
However, during the reign of King You of Zhou, our Ying family had a woman called Ying Zhi.
The King of Qin continued," It's true that our surname is Ying, but Ying is our mother's surname, and Ji is our father's surname."
Qin Wang's sons were dumbfounded.
Ji Yan returned to his bedroom and went straight to the secret room. He saw some strange bottles and jars in the secret room. Ji Yan's attendants didn't know what Ji Yan was doing in this room every day. Occasionally, Ji Yan would call some maids and servants to help carry some things in and out of the secret room. However, recently, there would be a strong smell of wine coming out of the secret room.
The attendant thought to himself, could Young Master be making it?，Ji Yan had been fiddling with the wine ever since he got home these days. At first, the yeast had been cured, and the Heavenly Wine was about to be served. The first time, he didn't make too much. Ji Yan made a full 100 catties. A portion of it was for his emperor grandfather to enjoy, and a portion was for his father and mother to enjoy. The rest was sold in the small kitchen.
When Ji Yan came to this era, he also asked for some wine from that era. He tasted it and took a look. The wine of the Great Zhou Dynasty now was some brewed wine. The alcohol content was low, and the taste was different. The color looked extremely turbid, and some even turned green. This was something that Ji Yan, who came from the future, could not tolerate.
Ji Yan was currently brewing the later generation's distilled liquor. It had a high alcohol content, a clear color, and a mellow taste. However, because Ji Yan was still young, he could only take a few sips.
They couldn't drink it like adults.
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