Chapter 41: The Glorious Young Rooster

  "Got it!" The sound of horseshoes echoed, and five divine horses went east towards Handan City at a steady pace.

  "What a fine and powerful horse!" The people of Zhao watched with their own eyes and greatly admired it.

  These five fine horses are extraordinary, each one is exceptional. At a glance, you can tell they are high-quality horses. Especially the white horse in the middle, its entire body is pure white, like winter snow, without any impurities.

  This white horse was produced in one place at that time, which is the Yinshan controlled by Xiongnu, called "Yinshan Snow".

  These five people are exactly the five people of Qin Yi, and the one riding on the snowy mountain is Qin Yi.

  Today is the day when Qin Yiren and his family formally leave their small courtyard to move into their new mansion. They are all dressed in new clothes, adorned with gold and silver, riding high-headed horses, extremely extravagant.

  The most dashing one was Qin Yiren, wearing a brand new jade crown on his head, a full set of golden embroidered brocade robes on his body, soft-soled satin boots on his feet, and a gold-inlaid jade ornament at his waist. If he weren't too thin, he would definitely live up to the praise "a jade tree in the wind".

  Nowadays, Qin Yiren is well-fed and warm, eats his fill, wears warm clothes, and has a better complexion, more and more like a prince.

  Behind them was a group of porters led by Lao Da, carrying trunks. These were the porters Qin Yiren had hired with his own money to serve them.

  "This is indeed the demeanor of a royal descendant!" Qin Yiren was surrounded by people in front and behind, feeling quite moved, finally enjoying the treatment of a royal descendant.

  Since being placed under house arrest three years ago until now, Qin Yiren has not had a taste of the life of royalty. Now that he is experiencing it again, although he is no longer the prince he once was, it still brings him a wave of nostalgia.

  "Wooo!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Miao Er's faces were smiling, but their hearts were crying.

  It's been three years since we parted ways with Wang Sun, and I've experienced countless near-death experiences. Now that I'm relishing this taste once again, who wouldn't be filled with a thousand emotions? Meng Zhao and the others look as if they're in a dream.

  Handan's layout is "north for the royal city, south for industry and commerce, east for officials and scholars, west for agriculture and animal husbandry". Qin Yiren has now turned over a new leaf, so he naturally wants to live in the eastern part of the city.

  The mansion he bought was a mansion with dozens of houses, but the price was not expensive. Nowadays in Handan, it's popular to escape from the country, and nine out of ten rooms are empty, so house prices have plummeted. The original owner of this mansion couldn't wait to get rid of it, and Qin Yiren bought it for only thirty gold coins.

  In ordinary times, this mansion would be worth three to four hundred taels of gold. However, the former owner was extremely grateful and praised Qin Yi for offering a fair price.

  After Qin Yi bought it, he redecorated and renovated it, making it look brand new again.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!" When Qin Yiren arrived, the servants hurriedly lit firecrackers (made of bamboo joints, not the same as later generations' firecrackers), adding to the lively atmosphere.

  Qin Yi Ren dismounted and handed the reins to the servant, gazing at the new courtyard with a sigh of emotion: "Finally have a home!"

  "We have a home!" Meng Zhao, Ma Ge, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo Er were all in tears, their voices trembling with emotion.

  Home, what a warm word, is the sacred place where the soul of the Chinese nation is tied.

  After three years of soft confinement, limited to that dirty and smelly small courtyard, who would have thought they could have a grand mansion? Suddenly seeing this brand new mansion, they were like an overturned bottle of five flavors, all sorts of tastes rising to their hearts, excitedly shedding tears of joy.

  "Today is the day of our joyful relocation, don't be sad anymore." Qin Yiren's nose was sour, he deeply knew how much suffering Meng Zhao and others had endured, how many difficulties they had faced, and how many grievances they had suffered. Who wouldn't be excited when encountering a happy event?

  "We are not sad, we are happy, we are happy!" Hei Bo's white-haired head bobbed up and down like a chick pecking at grain.

  This is extremely delightful, Meng Zhao and others nodded in agreement.

  After entering the mansion, Hei Bo, the old steward, took charge and directed the servants to move in an orderly manner. Everything was carried out smoothly without any chaos or disorder.

  "Hei Bo is indeed a good housekeeper." Qin Yiren was deeply moved.

  This joyful atmosphere was not something that could be dissipated in a short period of time, Qin Yi and the others made merry for an entire day, only stopping when night fell.

  After dinner (what Qin people called it), Qin Yi and the others gathered together, each with a happy smile on their face, as if they were celebrating the New Year.

  "Gentlemen, while we were acquiring this estate, we also managed to acquire four wine shops on Bojiu Avenue for a song." Hei Bo began his financial report, saying: "Normally, each of these four wine shops would cost at least 5,000 to 6,000 gold coins. But now, the four wine shops only cost us 800 gold coins."

  Bojiu Road is the most prosperous commercial district in Handan, where the wine brewed there is sold to six countries in Shandong, and it can be said that every inch of land is worth its weight in gold. Now, with the war raging on, the people of Zhao are losing their courage, fleeing the country one after another, and the owners of the shops are eager to get rid of their goods as soon as possible, which is why Qin Yitian has such good luck.

  "What a big profit!" Meng Zhao was overjoyed and couldn't close his mouth.

  Anyway, they are people of Qin State. When the Qin army comes, it will only bring benefits to them, not harm. This profit is a sure thing.

  However, buying horses and furnishing the mansion cost a lot. Now we have less than 100 taels left. In these few days, Qin Yiren spent money like flowing water, using up over 1,000 taels.

  "Sir, why didn't you ask Lü Buwei for more?" Meng Zhao regretted not asking Lü Buwei for a larger sum.

  "Meng Zhao, don't spout nonsense." Hei Bo, being the oldest and most experienced, understood human nature best, and explained: "If it exceeds 500 gold, that scoundrel Lü Buwei will definitely not buy it."

  Selling Jīng Yún back to Lǚ Bùwéi is an insult, it's a provocation. If the price wasn't really reasonable, Lǚ Bùwéi would never buy. More than 500 jin, Lǚ Bùwéi will not accept.

  "Master, we should be frugal with this money." Hei Bo reminded: "Now that we've purchased everything we need to, our expenses won't be too great."

  This is good news, Qin Yiren nodded heavily, greatly approving of this statement.

  Qiao moved into her new home, which really got everyone excited. The five of them chatted for a while before preparing to rest.

  Qin Yiren ordered a servant to boil a large bucket of hot water and prepare for a good wash.

  Qiao moved into a new house, washing away the old dust. This is not superstition, it's a custom and also a blessing.

  The hot water was ready, Qin Yiren stripped naked and got into the wooden barrel, soaking in the hot water. He closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure.

  Qin Yiren stretched out his right hand and touched a certain part, remembering something, he stared intently, his face flushed bright red, as if he had done the most shameful thing.

  "Th...this..." Qin Yiren's mouth was wide open, and he was directly petrified.

  "What a glorious virgin!" That thing, at first glance, it's clear that he hasn't even tasted the flavor of a woman. Qin Yiren found it hard to believe, recalling all the memories of his predecessor, this Qin Yiren was indeed a "glorious virgin".

  In this era of 15-year-old fathers, Qin Yiren, who is over 20 years old, is still a proud bachelor. Who would believe it if you told them?

  Qin Yi was shocked and disbelieving, until he recalled all his memories and confirmed this point, only then did he have to believe.

  It's embarrassing to be a father at twenty-odd years old, whether in the Warring States period when one became a father at fifteen or in modern society.

  "Who should I look for?" Qin Yiren was somewhat at a loss, in the memories of his predecessor, there were also several beautiful figures, but they were too vague and he couldn't quite recall them.

  "Mo Er?" Qin Yiren thought of Mo Er, with whom he had been in close contact day and night.

  Moyi is elegant and beautiful, originally his maid, this is a suitable candidate. The problem is that Moyi has not recovered yet, thin as skin and bones, is this suitable?

  "Will it get hurt?" Qin Yiren stroked that thing, thinking a bit too deeply.

  "Must I really find Qin Shi Huang's mother?" Qin Yiren suddenly thought of the legendary woman, Qin Shi Huang's mother.