...So he was still thinking about the plan to relieve military power with a cup of wine.
After these people left, Yucai School felt much emptier. While the children's schoolwork didn't fall behind, many interest groups faced the risk of disbanding, except for Mao Sui's eloquence and sales programs, which continued to grow. Qin Wuyang finally felt relieved and began teaching the children again. However, he and Zhu Yuanzhang had a minor disagreement. One day, during a client meeting, Zhu Yuanzhang went up to the stage and casually said a few words. He praised Qin Shi Huang, saying that the fat man had swept across the land and was the founder of the imperial dynasty, and then rambled on about other things, saying that Qin Shi Huang's conquest of the six states was a responsible attitude towards the people of those states… His words likely showed a lack of respect for the leaders of the six states that the fat man had destroyed. Qin Wuyang, sitting somewhere in between, was furious and wanted to rush forward and hit Zhu Yuanzhang, but couldn't get to the front. In desperation, probably remembering how I had bullied him before, he simply took off his shoe and threw it at him. Zhu Yuanzhang dodged the first one, then took off the second one and threw it up...
Several months have passed in the blink of an eye, and Baozi, in her fifth month of pregnancy, has finally learned to walk while supporting her back—actually, it's not very noticeable yet, because Baozi's figure used to be very smooth, so it's only now that it's a little obvious.
That day, Baozi hadn't been very talkative since waking up from her afternoon nap. She sat sullenly on the edge of the bed, not saying a word. Ever since Mulan and Wu Sangui left, there was no one to talk to about the wars. She went to the balcony, raised both hands at an 80-degree angle above her head, clenched her fists, and shouted angrily, "It's so annoying! They won't let me go online, they won't let me watch TV, there's no hope for this life!"
I said from behind, "Don't shout, you'll upset the baby."
Baozi exclaimed, "How boring! I wish I could join the army with Sister Mulan!"
I chuckled: "Are you cut out for this?"
Baozi said dejectedly, "I read in a magazine that a baby's intelligence is related to the mother's emotions during pregnancy. If you keep keeping this up, your son will either be an idiot or mentally retarded when he's born—"
I was furious and said, "How can you talk like that?" Actually, I was quite bored, so I spent my days observing the lines on my fingers. I could tell at a glance whether I had scratched anything in the house that had fingerprints on it.
Baozi pleaded, "Please find me something dry, I'm going crazy."
To prevent my son from inheriting Ersha's glorious tradition, I sighed, grabbed the car keys from the bedside table, and said, "Come with me."
"Where are you going?" Baozi looked at the car keys in my hand, probably thinking that we couldn't go far this time.
"I'll give you a belated honeymoon, a place that will definitely make you jump around in high spirits."
Baozi rolled her eyes at me and said, "Come on, are you trying to take me to the park to see monkeys again?"
I grabbed her hand and ran downstairs, saying, "I'll take you to a great place. Didn't you want to see ancient culture?"
Baozi asked excitedly, "You promised to go see the pyramids?"
"Stop talking nonsense. What's so interesting about the pyramids? The Pharaoh's mouth was all sealed shut. How could he talk to you?"
"Where are we going?"
You'll see when you get there!
I dragged the steamed bun into the car, clasped my hands together and bowed towards the steering wheel, saying sincerely, "Honey, please make an exception and go through all this trouble for my son."
Baozi asked, puzzled, "Are you going on a long trip? Why don't you just drive my car?"
I lit the gas stove and said, "If you keep nagging, I'm not taking you. Let's go to the supermarket to buy some things first—"
Baozi said cautiously, "Then I won't ask any more questions, but you should at least bring your ID card and marriage certificate, right? We don't want to get arrested by the police if we go to a hotel in another city."
I laughed heartily: "No need, the Minister of Public Security of the place we're going to is my buddy."
Baozi spat at me and said, "Bullshit, you think you're my grandson!"
I said, my expression changing, "You can't talk nonsense. That guy is my buddy, that's true, but he's also your ancestor."
Baozi angrily retorted, "Your ancestors!"
Chapter 129 Where is the Road Ahead?
I've decided to take Baozi on our honeymoon. As for where to go, after thinking about it for a while, my initial plan is to go to Xiang Yu's territory. Xiang Yu's army is strong and well-equipped now, which will definitely satisfy Baozi's desire to command. Going to other places isn't impossible, we have many options now, but those emperors have just returned and probably have their own things to do. Zhu Yuanzhang might even be herding sheep for someone else. Besides, I don't want to cause any unnecessary trouble unless there's something else going on.
Furthermore, going to Xiang Yu would allow them to discuss the next steps of the Feast at Hongmen, and if convenient, invite Liu Bang along for a proper discussion. Xiang Yu is currently reluctant to attack him, but who knows what Liu Bang's intentions are? That wouldn't be fair to Baozi's ancestors. With the experience of "pacifying" Fang La, the "defeat" at Wujiang becomes much more debatable. In short, they can't let Xiang Yu slit his throat again after watching Yu Ji's seductive dance.
I first drove to the supermarket and bought a few cartons of cigarettes, some fresh fruits and vegetables. Seeing tomatoes made me smile, and I bought a whole box. Baozi, following behind me, looked on with increasing curiosity and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you buying all this? Even if you're going on a picnic, you don't need to buy so many eggplants, do you?"
I put my things in the car and started driving around the streets and alleys again.
"What are you buying this time?"
"Buy a game console—"
Finally, in a run-down appliance repair shop, I found the Famicom (FC) console I had been dreaming of—sometimes money isn't everything, and Gome and Suning usually don't carry this.
The shopkeeper hesitated when he saw what I had chosen, and asked, "Do you want this to collect or for something else?"
I tossed a hundred yuan onto the table and said, "I want the parts inside." We all know this; if you say you're a collector, they'll dare ask for a thousand. You have to be careful when buying old things. It's the same as trading antiques. A major characteristic of antiques is the contrast between their use value and their monetary value. If you spend 20 yuan to buy a Tang Dynasty sword to chop wood, you'll definitely feel cheated—a Tang Dynasty sword is certainly not as good as a Qing Dynasty axe for chopping wood.
Sure enough, as soon as I said that, the shopkeeper let me take the game console away. He pulled out a bunch of game cartridges and said, "Do you need any chips? This box is five yuan."
I said, "I'll take the whole box of two."
The shopkeeper, clutching his drawer, scoffed, "Back then, a single box cost over a hundred."
I laughed and said, "What use is all this plastic if the game console is gone?"
The shop owner was taken aback and sighed, "Three yuan a box..."
Finally, I bought a small battery-powered TV and carried it out. Baozi, seeing the TV, was reminded of the past and followed behind me sadly, saying, "I know, you're going to visit Fatty and the others' graves—buy Kezi a transistor radio and burn it."
I was utterly speechless. This woman's thinking ability is sometimes not as bad as I thought. Of course, I can't blame her; she doesn't know about the timeline, and in her eyes, Qin Shi Huang and the others are dead.
Then I started driving around aimlessly. Baozi said, "Don't drive around like that, let's find a secluded place to burn it."
We need to find a secluded spot; I haven't found a suitable place for a running track yet.
Then I finally realized there wasn't a single car on the national highway ahead. I quickly took a side road and shifted gears with my hands trembling. Baozi shouted, "Slow down, slow down! There are security cameras ahead!"
I yelled, "Sit still!"
Baozi gripped the handle tightly and exclaimed, "Damn it, you're not going to burn paper money for them, you're going to go find them!"
I asked, puzzled, "You knew all along?"