After being blind, I actually taught the first emperor to rebel against Qin?

In early winter, Daqin is not too cold.

——For a person like King Qin who is wearing a fox fur and has a heater in the carriage, it's really not cold.

When he got off the car in the midst of shouts of "Wan Nian, King, Wan Nian, Great Qin".

Seeing the farmers shivering in the wind and rain made me feel uncomfortable.

Really cold!

"Free gift!"

He eagerly jumped out of the carriage, pushed aside the guards in front of him, and supported the old man who was lying on the ground with his buttocks up with both hands: "My fellow countrymen, get up quickly, the wind is heavy and the rain is cold, so don't suffer from the wind and cold again."

"Thousands of years, king!"

The old man in the lead was helped up by his own king himself, his eyes were dimmed with excitement, and he kept muttering words such as the king's ten thousand years.

Can't spit out any other words.

What else can I say.

The king of Daqin is the Heavenly Emperor descending to earth.

He can personally help the little li chiefs who have been humbled into the muddy water one by one.

This is the virtue accumulated in eighteen lifetimes!

The old man with tears in his eyes, watching the noble King Qin, patting and kneading the common people who came to greet him one after another, felt like a dream.

I dreamed that the gods would come down to comfort the suffering common people.

— the dust humbled to the muddy water.

"It's cold outside."

Ying Zheng fumbled for the thin clothes on the common people one by one, and couldn't help persuading him: "The widow just came to see how the big guys are doing."

"Don't just stand there in the wind and rain."

"Which house is spacious?"

"Everyone went to his house to talk."

"Where is the chief?"

"who is it?"

"Stand up and go to your house to talk."

The old man in the village was supported by him, and his soul was already scattered, and he was immersed in endless happiness and couldn't extricate himself.

Naturally, there is no answer.

It was Zhao Gao who was more clever, and hurriedly yelled, and took everyone to the Li Chang's house with a lantern.

There are black lights and blind lights on the road.

Everyone stepped forward with difficulty in the muddy water with one foot deep and one shallow foot.

Ying Zheng's attitude is kind and close to the people.

However, the common people who came to greet them were all like quails, wishing they could tuck their heads into their chests.

Don't even dare to look at him.

I asked a few casual questions about harvesting and composting, but no one dared to answer directly.

Zhao Gao, who had done his homework in a short time, answered on his behalf.

The head of the village is not big.

But it is the brightest cave dwelling in the small village.

Entering the door is a big heated kang, leaving only a passage for a single person to lead to the depths.

There is a Kang table on the Kang.

What was lit on the table was obviously the butter wax that Zhao Gao had sent in advance.

Bypassing the kang and entering the depths of the cave, Yingzheng only saw pottery pots, pottery bowls and other sundries.

The most valuable item in the cave is probably the huge solid wooden box.

He approached the box, opened it and took a closer look.

Corn!

Among the most valuable items are food.

It looks like three to five hundred catties.

It should be all the elder's belongings.

"Come in, come in."

Ying Zheng turned around, seeing that no one dared to follow in, he put on a smiling face and waved to the people outside the door: "The widow doesn't eat people."

"It's cold, standing in muddy water and shaking?"

With a big smile on his face.

In fact, he was very cold.

The corn in the wooden cabinet must be gone by the beginning of spring.

Definitely won't last until next year's bumper harvest.

During the period from spring to summer harvest, what do they rely on to fill their stomachs?
The head of the village is a hooligan who was deliberately picked out, but he lives in such a panic.

No one else needs to see it.

It is estimated that winter will be difficult to survive.

however.

This is a wealthy family thirty miles outside Xianyang City.

Pushing outward.

Seventy or eighty miles away from Xianyang City, how should the common people live their lives?
Life can't go on, there is only one way - rebellion.

Since he heard the word from the national teacher, it was the first time he felt that the matter of rebellion was so close to him.

Daqin is in dire straits.

The common people hiding outside the cave were coaxed and threatened by Zhao Gao, and they stepped over the threshold tremblingly.

People crowded, people crowded near the door and the heated kang.

He just didn't dare to get close to the king of Qin who was panicking like a god.

That's it.

In Zhangtai Palace, Ying Zheng must kick and fly.

In the face of a group of humble farmers in the dirt, his patience is surprisingly good.

The people did not get close to him, but he stepped forward to get close to him personally.

Holding a big rough hand, he asked, "Old man, how many acres of land does your family have?"

"Hui, Hui Da, the king's words... small, villain, no land..."

Seeing that the honest farmer could not utter a complete sentence, Zhao Gao eagerly replied: "Your Majesty, this is Yinghua's farmhouse, and the farmhouses are all Yinghua's slaves, so they are not qualified to divide the land."

... Ying Zheng was a little speechless.

Wrong place.

Not to mention the land outside Xianyang City.

Qinchuan for eight hundred miles is the land of the descendants of the surname Ying, so how can there be common people a piece of land?
If you want to find a farmer with arable land, you have to travel eight hundred miles to Qinchuan.

The slaves are the wealth bestowed by the Qin kings in the past dynasties to the clan.

There is no opportunity to own such wealth.

According to the national division's framework for governing the country, these slaves will sooner or later be given civilian status.

Let them be like the old Qin people.

There are fields to cultivate, meritorious service to receive, and children to have books to read.

They are all descendants of Yanhuang!
Knowing that if you continue to ask, the slave can't give any explanation.

Ying Zheng simply asked Zhao Gao: "Do you know how many slaves there are in the Ying clan?"

"My princes and nobles, how many slaves do you have?"

Slavery is a system inherited by various countries from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

Mainly from prisoners and prisoners of war.

If he wants to implement the framework for governing the country proposed by the national teacher, he must first face the big problem of slaves.

Giving slaves commoner status is not difficult.

What is rare is the backlash from the Ying clan and princes and nobles.

These two forces have always been the core of Daqin.

Don't move!

"Your Majesty...my minister, order someone to count..."

Zhao Gao felt a little wronged.

Slaves are all property bestowed by successive Qin kings. How can I, a small CRRC mansion, be qualified to count the numbers?

Are you looking for death, or are you looking for death?
It's okay if I don't know.

Once counted, if the king finds that the number of slaves of the Ying clan exceeds the predetermined number by more than ten times, it will cause another bloody storm.

And he, the instigator of the bloody storm, must have no bones left.

Just drag it if you can.

It's great, let the king cut off a few heads to calm down the slaves hidden in those noble families.

By the way, I would like to show my favor to the clan with the surname Ying, and improve my status in the clan.

Ying Zheng looked at a group of quail-like slaves in disinterest.

Qingzhi couldn't help them at this time, so she could only turn around and leave.

"Zhao Gao, find a farmer with his own land overnight for the widow."

He said harshly, "No matter how many miles you travel, you must see a family of farmers with fields with your own eyes."

"Not a slave!"

"Issue another imperial edict: order all the officials who have no military equipment, food and fodder to be in charge, and the widows will catch up tomorrow."

"Let them also follow the widow to see with their own eyes what kind of life the farmers in Daqin live."

"Not one less."