250: Chapter 250 Family members are just for tampering with

"Indeed. Yu saw that your skills are extraordinary and wished to make your acquaintance."

As he spoke, Xiang Yu tossed the man's sword back to him.

The man caught the sword Xiang Yu had returned.

Xiang Yu crossed his arms over his chest and said with a look of arrogance, "Yu only makes friends with the strong."

"Your strength is great; Yu wishes to befriend you."

"May I ask how you are addressed, brother?"

Xiang Yu took the initiative to ask.

The man saw that such a fierce individual wanted to get to know him.

He felt somewhat flattered and overwhelmed.

He hurriedly said, "This humble one is Yu Ziqi."

"Ziqi, Ziqi—a fine name!"

Xiang Yu praised.

Yu Ziqi smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, brave warrior."

"May I ask how you are addressed?"

Yu Ziqi asked.

"Ziqi, you may just call me Xiang Yu."

Xiang Yu replied.

After a moment of thought, Yu Ziqi said, "The character 'Yu' symbolizes a flying bird, carrying the meaning of bravery, unrestraint, and soaring to the heavens."

"Your martial arts are superb, and you possess the courage of ten thousand men; the name Yu perfectly complements your heroic spirit!"

"A good name, truly a good name!"

Seeing Yu Ziqi praise his name, Xiang Yu laughed and said, "I chose the name Xiang Yu myself."

"I took this name with the ambition to soar like a flying bird!"

Xiang Yu smiled at Yu Ziqi and said, "Ziqi, you saw through my thoughts at a single glance."

"No wonder I couldn't help but follow you the moment I saw you, wanting to be your friend."

Hearing this, the smile on Yu Ziqi's face deepened.

It must be said that the two of them had become friends through a fight.

Xiang Yu felt that his martial arts were extraordinary and superior to common men, and couldn't help but want to befriend him.

In Yu Ziqi's eyes, Xiang Yu's martial arts were even more exceptional, making him even more eager to befriend Xiang Yu.

"I was just about to find a place for a drink. If Brother Yu doesn't mind, why don't we go together?"

Yu Ziqi took the initiative to invite him.

"Ziqi, the two of us truly share a soul connection."

Xiang Yu said, "Yu was also just looking for a place to drink."

"That is wonderful!"

Yu Ziqi's face was full of joy.

While Xiang Yu and Yu Ziqi were getting along famously and heading off for a drink arm-in-arm, the two old fogies, Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng, arrived at Zhao Qian's residence.

"Father Fan!"

"Uncle!"

Zhao Qian said with a smile upon seeing the two old fogies, Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng.

With such a good mood, he was a completely different person from the decadent Zhao Qian of three months ago.

"Where is Big Brother Xiang Yu?"

Zhao Qian had an incredibly deep impression of that fierce man whose strength was great enough to lift a thousand-jin bronze tripod.

"He has business."

"Don't mention him."

Xiang Liang casually diverted the topic.

"Qian'er, your Uncle and Father Fan missed you dearly while in Xianyang."

"Uncle, Father Fan."

Zhao Qian said with a moved expression, "Qian'er missed you both as well."

"Qian'er has been longing for your early return day and night."

"During these days, after learning that grain could be sold, Qian'er purchased a large amount of grain, even from Jiangdong, preparing for the uprising."

Zhao Qian narrowed his eyes and asked with a face full of anticipation, "When do Father Fan and Uncle plan to start the uprising?"

The expressions of Fan Zeng and Xiang Liang both stiffened.

If they were to rise up, they would inevitably and unavoidably encounter the mortars.

Those were mortars that could strike from twelve li away.

The White Sheep King had been decapitated by a mortar; the Qin Army would use them to perform decapitation strikes on them as well, and they wouldn't even know how they died.

Furthermore, that meiliangxin cannon was even more fierce, capable of blowing down city walls.

The power of the striker shotgun was also terrifyingly matchless.

With the Qin Army's weapons completely crushing them, if they wanted to fight the Qin Army, they would have to fill the gap with human lives.

As a military leader, Xiang Liang knew well that the troops he assembled might collapse after suffering about 10% combat losses.

With the Qin Army's indiscriminate bombardment, his troops would collapse before even touching the Qin Army; how could they possibly fight?

This was also the primary reason why Xiang Liang kept his eight thousand Jiangdong Youths stationary, waiting for an opportunity.

Unless he could also get his hands on mortars, striker shotguns, and explosive packs, he had no way to fight the Qin Army.

However, Zhao Fusu placed extreme importance on these battlefield-dominating weapons like mortars, striker shotguns, and explosive packs; only those with the Thought Steel Seal could touch them.

How could Xiang Liang have any way to obtain them?

He could only continue to lie low.

Xiang Liang said, "The bird that sticks its head out gets shot. If we are the first to rebel against Qin, we will surely face the full force of the Qin Army's strike, only to pave the way for others!"

Zhao Qian nodded slightly upon hearing this; the logic was sound.

"Uncle, Prime Minister Father, did you bring back the jijin sickles for Qian'er?"

Zhao Qian's eyes flickered with hope.

"Yes, we have them."

Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng nodded repeatedly.

"Excellent!"

Zhao Qian was overjoyed.

Although his years of savings had been drained by Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng in the last transaction,

the Zhao State still had many nobles who had been exiled to other places.

Through searching, Zhao Qian had found their whereabouts and contacted them to pool funds to buy more jijin sickles to forge bronze swords.

"Qian'er..."

Xiang Liang said, "When your uncle wore warm clothes in Xianyang, he suddenly thought of his family."

"I also thought of you."

"Qian'er, you are our family!"

"In this deep winter, your uncle cannot let you suffer from the cold in Fangling!"

Zhao Qian's heart warmed.

He hadn't expected that his uncle and Father Fan, despite having no blood relation to him, would care for him so much; it moved him deeply.

"This Wool Sweater is the warmth your uncle and Father Fan brought you from all the way in Xianyang City."

Xiang Liang took out a Wool Sweater in a Rosy-purple color and said, "Look, such a high-quality Wool Sweater, and in a Rosy-purple color too. We transported it all the way from Xianyang."

"Qian'er, for nine hundred coins, we are selling it to you at a loss."

Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng felt they were still very honorable; for such a good Wool Sweater, they were only making a 3000% profit—they were truly too kind-hearted.

As Zhao Qian looked at the Rosy-purple Wool Sweater Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng brought out, his eyes lit up.

Not only was the style unique, but it also looked simple and beautiful.

The color was also very pleasing.

Zhao Qian was instantly tempted.

He said, "I have troubled Father Fan and Uncle to bring Qian'er such a high-quality and affordable Wool Sweater."

"Can Qian'er try it on?"

Zhao Qian asked.

"Of course, of course."

Fan Zeng and Xiang Liang both nodded.

After Zhao Qian put on the Rosy-purple Wool Sweater, he became increasingly satisfied.

This Wool Sweater showed off his figure and was exceptionally warm.

Although sable fur coats were also very warm, they were too bulky and nowhere near as convenient to wear as this Wool Sweater.