Chapter 40 Chapter Thirty-eight

The man who hired grooms and coachmen to try to destroy Ramses was not wrong, Ramses was indeed born for his throne.Many of his personality traits are very similar to his father.His seemingly inexhaustible energy, his enthusiasm and wisdom, seem to be able to solve any difficulty, and the fire that burns him destined him to have the kingship. Although he had already set his posture, no one was willing to listen to him.After all, the choice of Ramses as regent made his cronies dumbfounded, and they all regretted the failure of his plan.Fortunately, both the groom and the coachman were dead, as he had never seen them, and the intermediary among them would never speak of them again, and the investigation was in turmoil.There is absolutely no way to track him down and prove him guilty.

He completed the plan without a single error, during which the relevant secrecy was closely guarded.Hard and precise strikes are the only solution, although Ramses' status will make the process more difficult.The regent has been protected all the time, and Yameni keeps away all unreasonable troublemakers. The lion and the dog are super personal bodyguards. It seems impossible to infiltrate the palace. On the contrary, in a trip or travel, planning an accident should not be difficult, the problem is that the location must be carefully selected.Suddenly, an excellent idea flashed in his mind.If Seti fell into the trap and agreed to lead his son to Aswan, Ramses would be gone forever.

In Seti's ninth year in power, Ramses spent his seventeenth birthday accompanied by Yameni and Sai Dawu.He was disappointed by the absence of Moses, who was stranded at the construction site in Karnak, and Yaxia, who was on an intelligence mission for the Foreign Office in Lebanon.It will be difficult to reunite the aristocratic schoolmates, unless the Regent can turn his friends into close working companions, but their independent hearts gradually drive them apart.Only Yamenes refused to leave Ramesses, on the pretext that without him the regent could not manage his own administration and would not be able to review official documents on time.

Lianhua declined the service of the royal chef in the palace, and prepared roast lamb with grapes and chickpeas. "It's delicious." The regent praised. "Taste lightly, don't overeat," Yameni reminded, "We still have work to do." "How can you stand such a fault-finding and disappointing clerk?" "Not everyone is interested in catching snakes," Yameni retorted. "If I hadn't taken the time to help you write down the secret recipes for the antidote you developed, your research would have been in vain." "Where do the newlyweds live?" Ramses asked.

"At the edge of the desert," Sai Dawu replied, his eyes sparkling. "When night comes and the poisonous snakes come out of their nests, Lianhua and I go out to hunt. I hope we can live long enough to know all the snakes and snakes." their characteristics." "Your house is not humble," Yamenes assured, "it seems to be a laboratory. And you are constantly expanding... With your meager fortune selling poison to hospitals, that is not at all Not surprising." The professional snake master looked at the young clerk in amazement. "Who told you that? You never set foot outside your office!"

"Your real estate is registered in household registration information and health service files. As for me, I have the right to obtain the most reliable information for the regent." "But you spy on me! This behavior is more terrifying than poisonous scorpions." Suddenly, Pharaoh's messenger barged in, and Ramses was forced to put down everything at hand and rush to the palace immediately. Seti and Ramses walked slowly along the winding path among the large pink granite blocks. They arrived in Aswan that morning and went immediately to the quarry.The pharaoh wished to verify for himself the contents of the disturbing report signed to him, and to let his son know about the world that made pointed steles, colossal statues, stone gates and temple thresholds, and those figures fashioned from solid blocks of stone. Endless ore world of magnificent masterpieces.

The letter said there had been serious clashes between foremen, workers, and soldiers on large flat-bottomed barges tasked with transporting boulders weighing several tons to the site on top of the terrain.Aside from these conflicts, there are worse problems: Experts believe that major mineral veins have been exhausted.As far as they could see, there were only small and scattered veins left, and it was no longer possible to dig out large pointed steles and colossal statues. The letter was signed by Abel, the foreman of the quarry, but he had no rank; this technician was afraid that his superiors would retaliate against him for revealing the truth, so he wrote directly to the king.The king's secretary felt that the tone of the letter was pertinent and reflected reality, so he forwarded the letter to the king.

Ramesses felt very at ease in this sun-baked rock mass, and he felt the power of the lifelike stone work of the sculptor.The empty quarries of Aswan, the foundation on which the entire country has been built since the First Dynasty, embody a calm and profoundness that has passed through generations and vicissitudes. A well-organized organization is responsible for the extraction of granite. Stonecutters work in small groups to mark suitable stones, test them, and hammer them carefully.The survival of Egypt depended on their perfect work, and it was from them that the temples inhabited by the gods of creative power and resurrected souls were born.

Every pharaoh cared about the conditions of the quarries and those who worked there.The team leaders were delighted to see the pharaoh again and greeted the regent, whose resemblance to his father was becoming more and more obvious.Here, Shane's name is unknown. Seth sent for the director of the quarry. A stocky, broad-shouldered man with a boxy head and stubby fingers, Abel bowed to the king. "I think the construction site is very peaceful." "Everything is on track, Your Majesty." "Your letter says exactly the opposite." "My letter?" "You deny ever writing to me?"

"Writing letters...is not my specialty. If necessary, I will ask a clerk to help me." "You didn't inform me about the conflict between the workers and the soldiers?" "No, Your Majesty... There were some minor frictions, but we resolved them." "What about the foreman?" "We respect them, and they respect us. They are not like those in the city. They are excellent workers. They work with their hands and know their trade. If any of them think they are not qualified, we will Be taught." Abel rubbed his hands together, as if preparing to fight the abuser with his bare hands again.

"Aren't the major mining areas threatened with depletion?" The quarry supervisor opened his mouth. "Ah, well... who told you?" "Is this true?" "Almost... need to dig a little deeper. After two or three years, a new site will have to be reclaimed. You already know... what a prophet!" "Take me to that worrying place." Abel led Seti and Ramses to the top of a hill where most of the mining was located. "Here, on your left," Seti said, pointing. "We doubt whether we can carve out another pointed stone." "Quiet," Seti demanded. Ramses saw the change in his father's eyes, and Seti stared at the stones with unusual concentration, as if he had stepped into them, as if his skin had become granite.Around Seti, the heat was almost unbearable.The supervisor of the quarry left quickly in horror, and Ramses did not leave Seti at all. He also tried to penetrate the rocky surface, but his mind bumped into the hard boulders, and he felt around his temples. It hurts.But he didn't give up. Although he suffered a lot, he finally clearly identified the rock veins.They seem to come from the bottom of the earth, open to the sun and the sky, revealing a special appearance, and then harden into pink granite, covered with twinkling star patterns. "Abandon the original place," Seti ordered, "and dig a large area to the right of it. In the next few decades, there will be an endless supply of granite." The quarry supervisor walked down the hill, picked up a pickaxe, and cracked a dark gangue, but with no desired effect.However, the pharaoh was not mistaken, and a block of granite of mesmerizing beauty appeared next. "You too, Ramses, you saw it too. Keep doing this, keep going into the deepest part of the stone, and you'll see." In less than a quarter of an hour, word of the Pharaoh's miracle spread throughout all the quarries, docks, and towns.This means that the big project will continue, and it also means that the prosperity of Aswan will never end. "Abel didn't write that letter," Ramses concluded. "Who is fooling us?" "They didn't trick me into coming here to develop another new quarry," Seti mused. "Whoever wrote the letter didn't expect such a result." "What is his purpose?" The king and his son walked down the hill by the narrow path that ran up the slope.Seti walked ahead with a steady pace. A rumbling sound surprised Ramses. The moment he turned around, two stones staggered across his legs like crazy.They were like the vanguard of a heap of ferocious rubble, followed by a gigantic mass of granite rolling swiftly down the slope. A cloud of dust blocked his vision, and Ramses yelled, "Dad, get out of the way!" While backing away, the young man fell to the ground. Seti's strong arm pulled him up and dragged him to the side of the road.The granite block continued to scream with its frantic pursuit.The quarrymen and stonemasons now pursued a fleeing figure and shouted. "It's him, over there! It's him who pushed down that stone!" Yabel shouted. The hunt began immediately. Abel was the first to catch the escapee, and to stop him, Abel punched him hard on the neck.But the quarry supervisor miscalculated his strength, and what he brought before the pharaoh was a corpse. "Who is he?" Cy asked. "I don't know him," Abel replied. "He doesn't work here." The police in Aswan immediately found out that the man was a boatman who lived alone and had no children. He mainly helped transport pottery. "You were the target," Seti assured Ramses, "but you were lucky to escape." "Will you allow me to investigate the truth myself?" "I demand that the truth must be found out." "I know whom to entrust to investigate."