"Old Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

At the craftsmanship office, Fusu did not focus on the glass bottles and jars next to him, but instead noticed Lao Zhao.

His hands were bandaged, and blood was penetrated.

"You are old, your eyes are useless. I was accidentally cut off today." Old Zhao sighed helplessly.

Immediately, I introduced the things I made to Fusu, including glass sculptures, which looked lifelike, and bottles and jars, exquisite and gorgeous.

For Fusu, these are naturally tired of seeing them, but for this era, glass products are naturally luxurious and valuable.

"Old Zhao, are your eyes invisible from the nearest or from the far away?"

As the best craftsman in the craftsmanship department, Lao Zhao is naturally very important in Fusu's mind. He did not rush to check these glass products and continued to ask Lao Zhao about his situation.

Hearing that Fusu cares about his situation so much, Old Zhao was secretly moved, "I'm too close to the things and can't see clearly!"

"That's presbyopia!"

Listening to Lao Zhao's answer, Fusu understood in his heart and then said, "Lao Zhao, you will polish some lenses later. The lenses will be polished into a bulge in the middle, and the surroundings will be thinner. Try to polish evenly and polish several different arcs. At that time, try it yourself. Putting the lens in front of you can make your presbyopia see clearly..."

"Is that true? Young Master, I've recorded it!" Old Zhao nodded happily and movedly.

After explaining Lao Zhao's situation, Fusu checked the glass products that were made.

They were all pretty good, and Fusu generously expressed that each person had a bottle of nectar and jade liquid as a reward, and then turned around and left, thinking about forming a caravan to the Huns.

If Meng Tian lets go, it is naturally simple to go to the Huns.

But who is the right choice?

Erhu and Jia Xianfeng have all arranged work for them.

Moreover, going to the Huns is a dangerous thing after all, and the people who need to lead the team know how to observe their words and be versatile, and they are not suitable for both of them.

"Hey, by the way!"

Just as Fusu was thinking about someone who led the team to the Huns, suddenly, a figure with a white face and nodded and beardless figure appeared in Fusu's mind.

"Jia Xianfeng, I remember a few days ago, I encountered a palace servant who made a mistake and was sent to the military camp to work as a handyman? Call me, call me..." Fusu looked at Jia Xianfeng.

"Lin Xiaofeng!" Jia Xianfeng took over the conversation.

"Yes, Lin Xiaofeng, take me to find him!" Fusu said.

At the shooting range, the sun was scorching, and many soldiers were wearing short slap and lined up to receive iced sour plum soup.

Each person can drink one bowl, and after drinking it, I feel that the 36,000 pores are all refreshing.

"I have been so fairy-like in recent days. I can eat a full meal every day and eat meat. Now I can drink a bowl of iced sour plum soup every day. Even if I am a gentry master, I won't change it!"

"Yes, yes, Fusu's young master Rende has more means. On this hot day, you can still get ice today!"

"I heard that this is the magic technique of making ice by the young master who used some water to make ice. I tell you, I have exclusive news. Young Master Fusu accidentally got the fate of immortality and became a disciple of the immortal. Look at the recent nectar, jade liquid, glass, steamed buns, noodles, dumplings, and sour plum soup. The magic technique of making ice is something that mortals can do?"

Each of these soldiers received a bowl of iced sour plum soup, sat aside and rested, chatted and fucked.

At the shooting range, a figure was lowering his head, picking up the arrows scattered on the ground one by one, and seemed out of place with the soldiers next to him.

"call out!"

At this moment, an arrow suddenly shot in front of the figure.

He was shocked and the figure took two steps back reflexively and fell to the ground.

Hahaha……

Many soldiers next to him laughed, only to think that the figure fell down was very funny.

The figure who fell to the ground did not dare to get angry at all. Instead, he smiled at the soldiers, then got up and picked up the arrows that fell on the ground.

Suddenly, the soldiers' laughter came to an abrupt end.

It was Fusu and Jia Xianfeng who came over.

"Everyone goes to drink sour plum juice, why don't you?"

Lin Xiaofeng lowered her head and picked up arrows, and suddenly heard a clear and gentle voice.

When he looked up, he immediately crawled on the ground: "The son of the sins do not know that the son of the young master is here, please forgive me!"

"I said, why don't you drink sour plum juice?" Fusu asked as he looked at the figure crawling on the ground.

"Slaves of sin are the body of sin, and they are not worthy!" Lin Xiaofeng replied with his head down.

"Who shot the arrow just now?" Fusu followed and looked up at the soldiers who were laughing.

"Young master, it's me!" A soldier walked over with his head down.

"It's a man who dares to act and take responsibility!" Fusu nodded slightly and said, "Go down and get the ten army sticks by yourself! Do you know where the mistake is?"

"I don't know." The soldier replied.

"Can people have a distinction between rich and poor, but no difference between noble and low, do you understand?" Fusu said.

"I understand!"

After looking at Lin Xiaofeng next to him, the soldier looked ashamed and immediately went down to lead the army and went to the army.

"Follow me!" After dealing with the soldier, Fusu said to Lin Xiaofeng who was crawling on the ground, and turned around and left.

In Fusu's tent, there were two large glasses of iced sour plum juice, and Fusu took one himself.

"Sit down and drink!" Fusu said to Lin Xiaofeng, who had been bent over from beginning to end.

"Young Master, the sinner must not dare, I must not dare!" Fusu's words shocked Lin Xiaofeng.

"So, are you going to disobey?" Fusu asked.

This time, Lin Xiaofeng was trembling with her half butt, and sat in front of Fusu, tremblingly stretched out her hand and picked up a glass of iced sour plum juice.

The transparent glass cup was priceless at first glance, and I took a sip.

It's cold and sour, sour and sweet, I just think this is the best thing in the world.

"Lin Xiaofeng is right? I have asked you about your situation. Today I will ask you, and I will only ask you one thing. Do you want to make meritorious service? Do you want to be a new person?" Fusu asked.

"Sin, sin slave, think, think!"

"Okay, I want to form a caravan to go to the hinterland of the Huns, and do business with the royal court of the Hun tribes, the ones selling these glass products!"

"I will transfer a group of soldiers to you during this trip, but you must remember that you are in a tiger's den after all, so you should act according to the opportunity!"

"If you can return successfully, you will obey your orders under my throne and save you from your guilt!"

"The sinful slave goes through fire and water, and he will never refuse!" Lin Xiaofeng looked excited and vowed to be loyal.

"Okay, you have to remember that from now on, you will not be inferior to anyone, because today, you sit opposite me and I! You have drank sour plum juice on the opposite side!"

"Little man, remember it in my heart!" Lin Xiaofeng's voice choked and she burst into tears of gratitude.

...

Xianyang Palace, the harem, is a rare and lively today.

Today is the 48th birthday of Emperor Qin Shi Huang. Although he was unwilling to waste his life, he did not do his birthday in a big way.

However, it is still necessary to celebrate the birthday with a few ladies, a few young men and the princesses in the harem.

Although I don’t like extravagance and waste, others may not give gifts on their birthdays. As a son and daughter, I naturally have to give gifts.

Therefore, Qin Shihuang's dozens of sons and daughters of course showed their magical powers.

Some give jewelry, some give fresh things, all of which are the wishes of their children. Qin Shihuang had a smile on his face and nodded and praised them one by one, without the intention of favoring one or the other.

"Father, what I gave to you is a beautiful map of mountains and rivers embroidered by myself!" Finally, the youngest son Hu Hai, who looked like he was fifteen or sixteen years old, was holding a roll of silk in both hands.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Qin Shihuang asked, looking at Hu Hai's bandaged hand.

"Father, my son is unfamiliar with his skills, his paintings are not well embroidered, and his fingers have been stabbed several times. I hope my father will not dislike you!"

"You silly child, if you have this kind of heart, your father will be satisfied. Cough cough cough, come here, sit next to your father!" With a doting smile on his face, Qin Shihuang moved his swollen body and patted the position beside him.

"Thank you, Father!" Hu Hai lowered his head and came to Qin Shihuang's side to sit down.

At the same time, he exchanged glances with Zhao Gao, who was serving Qin Shihuang with his head down, and then smiled at the corners of both of them.

Today, this birthday gift is my first step.

"By the way, did Fusu send a birthday gift?" After Hu Hai sat down, Qin Shihuang suddenly asked.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, naturally, gave the gift. The gift was in the carriage outside the hall. I think the gift from the eldest son must be excellent, so I specially arranged it to be displayed at the end!"

Zhao Gao looked down and said something praiseful, but he was a promising act.

"Oh? Is it true? Take it in and take a look!" Qin Shihuang's face also had some interest.

Recently, the nectar and jade liquid have been sold well in the entire Qin Dynasty, and the so-called makeup mirror has attracted thousands of wealthy girls to buy it. Even if they live in Xianyang, they have all heard of it.

I wonder what he will give to himself?
Chapter completed!