What the First Emperor did was beyond Zhao Hao's expectations, and the reaction of the people of Xianyang also surprised him.
In fact, the laws revised by Li Si did not fully consider the people, but only lowered the 'harsh' standards to a certain extent.
This is equivalent to giving ordinary people an easier way to live.
But it is this easier way to survive that makes the people burst into tears of gratitude.
It can only mean one thing.
The people of this era are really suffering.
The so-called ants cry in prosperous times, and ants die in troubled times.
The sorrow of ancient society is also a true portrayal of the people at the bottom for thousands of years.
Throughout any prosperous era in history, most of the wealth and beauty described by most literati are the accumulation of wealth in one or several places.
Its methods are often similar to the Yuan Dynasty's "extreme poverty in the south of the Yangtze River, wealth in the north", plundering the world's wealth and showing prosperity in a prosperous age.
As for the people at the bottom, whether five people wear a pair of pants, or whether several families use a kitchen knife and an old cow to cultivate dozens of acres of land, these have nothing to do with the people at the top.
The officials enjoyed the wine with their eyes closed, the businessmen secretly pursued profits, and the literati wrote about the spring day, thinking about what kind of poem they should write, and won the applause of the whole house.
Everyone's eyes seem to be higher than the top, and they can see above but not below.
This is a disease and must be cured.
Zhao Hao came out of the tunnel just to change something, nothing more.
Hearing that the people of Xianyang were cheering for an easier way to live, he also smiled brightly.
Laifu, who stayed beside Zhao Hao, was also smiling and proud.
They were loyal to Zhao Hao, not because Zhao Hao was so good to them, not because Zhao Hao was deeply favored by the First Emperor, not because of Zhao Hao's status as prince, but because Zhao Hao's wishes matched theirs.
They are all poor people who have climbed up from the bottom, and they understand what the people at the bottom need.
It’s just about having enough food and clothing.
That’s right, I just don’t have to worry about food and clothing.
As for human rights and freedom, they actually have nothing to do with most people.
If the people don't have enough to eat and don't have enough clothes to wear, what's the use of human rights and freedoms?
Those in later generations who clamor for human rights and freedom all day long are basically a group of people who have enough to eat and nothing to do.
Daqin has nothing now, so why do you demand human rights and freedom?
The only feasible solution is to first untie farmers, reduce their burden, and allow them to produce and retain something.
If the situation is good, you can use the surplus grain to exchange for some money to improve your life. If the situation is not good, you will not become a refugee in a famine year, begging for food everywhere and waiting for help from the court.
However, the human rights and freedoms stipulated in the law must be raised.
Even if most people in this era do not pursue human rights and freedom, you still have to raise it.
Because the impression of Qin's strict laws was engraved in the bones of the old Qin people and the hearts of the people of the Six Kingdoms.
If you want to untie farmers, you have to let them feel your changes and give them a sense of impact.
Human rights and freedom are the boosters of this sense of impact.
That's why it caused such a big response.
"Sir, Li Tingwei has sent someone to deliver the invitation again. Are you going or not?"
Yan Le saw that Zhao Hao was in a good mood and quickly brought up another topic.
Zhao Hao was stunned, then he stopped smiling, shook his head and said: "Li Tingwei is going to patrol the east with my father soon. I also have a lot of things to do, so I won't go. You go and reply to him in person and tell him to wait until he comes back." Let’s visit my house again.”
"Okay, my subordinate will reply right now."
Yan Le bowed and nodded, about to exit the small courtyard.
Zhao Hao called out to Yan Le: "Wait a minute."
"Do you have any other instructions, Master?"
Yan Le paused and bowed again.
Zhao Hao looked him over and said with a smile, "What has Zhao Gao done recently?"
"Back to the young master, my subordinates have not contacted Zhao Gao."
"I didn't tell you not to contact me. What are you worried about?"
"this"
Yan Le looked hesitant, not knowing what to say.
Zhao Hao stared at him closely and said with a half-smile: "You are Zhao Gao's son-in-law. We should not be too distant from each other, do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand."
Being stared at by Zhao Hao, Yan Le's heart skipped a beat and he nodded quickly.
"As long as you understand, go down."
Zhao Hao waved his hand and watched Yan Le leave the courtyard.
At this time, Laifu stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Sir, can't you still believe this person?"
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. What's important is that people cannot be crippled."
Zhao Hao said meaningfully.
At present, he has no conflict of interest with Zhao Gao and Li Si. He is not stupid enough to make enemies, let alone a famous power traitor in history.
As for the future, there is no rush.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Hao asked Laifu again: "Have anyone from General Yang come to see me recently?"
"Is it Yang Duanhe General?"
Laifu tilted his head and asked.
Zhao Hao nodded: "I asked him to help me find Han Xin. It's been a month and there's still no news, and I don't know if he has been found!"
"Um"
Laifu muttered: "Yang Duan and the general did not send anyone to look for the young master, but Yang Cen did come to look for the young master."
"Yang Cen?"
Zhao Hao was stunned: "Why did he come to me?"
"It seems that he is about to go on an expedition. I want to ask the young master for advice, but the young master is in the Prime Minister's Mansion and I don't have time to see him!"
"What about others? Are they gone?"
"gone."
Laifu nodded, then took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Zhao Hao: "Yang Cen asked me to give this to the young master."
"What?"
Zhao Hao frowned and took the paper from Laifu's hand, unfolded it and looked at it. After a moment, he smiled and said, "This guy's handwriting is uglier than mine."
That’s not the problem!
Laifu smiled bitterly and asked tentatively: "The Ninth Prince and the Sixth Prince are already engaged to be married. Aren't you worried about yourself?"
When Zhao Hao heard this, he glanced at Laifu in a funny way and said calmly: "When did you see that I am the same as others? Remember, I am who I am, different fireworks!"
"Ah? This"
"Don't worry about this, go and call Chang Wei up, let's have a good meal to celebrate!"
Zhao Hao waved his hand without any doubt.
"yes."
Laifu bowed and prepared to retreat and call Chang Wei.
But after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but hesitate in his heart, secretly wondering if his young master didn't like women. He turned around and was about to persuade Zhao Hao again, but he was shocked to hear a careless murmur from Zhao Hao's mouth.
"!!"
Immediately, Laifu's expression changed drastically. He didn't care about persuasion. He quickly pretended not to hear anything and trotted into the room and down the tunnel.
At the same time, the emperor's study.
Ying Zheng was watching "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" with great interest.
He was about to tour east tomorrow, and he was happy and relaxed, putting aside all political matters and enjoying the rare leisure time.
"This guy has good literary talent, but the update speed is a bit slow. I need to find time to send someone to remind him."
Ying Zheng said with unfinished content after reading the last book "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".
Zhao Gao echoed with a smile: "I have also been chasing this book recently. I even asked my son-in-law Yan Le to ask Young Master Hao. He said that it was written in Kawen and could not be written."
"Hmph! He can't write shit, I think he's just lazy!"
Ying Zheng snorted and threw the book on the desk.
Zhao Gao smiled noncommittally and continued: "Although "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has not been updated, there is a new book, sold in the same store, which is said to be equally good!"
"Oh? What new book?"
When Ying Zheng heard this, he immediately became interested.
Although he is diligent in political affairs, he does not deal with political affairs every day. Occasionally he will take a break, read a book, and relax.
Especially the one written by Zhao Hao is very interesting.
He's been obsessed with it lately.
But Zhao Gao bowed and said: "It is said that this is called "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", and it tells stories about legends and ghosts. It is very bizarre."
"Ghost stories?"
Ying Zheng's eyes lit up.
He likes this kind of magical story the most, and he believes in it quite a bit.
This is also the reason why Xu Fu told him about the overseas fairy islands and he was very sure that there were immortals in the world.
"Then the "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" you are talking about was written by Zhao Hao?"
"Since it is sold in the same store, I guess it was written by Gongzi Hao, and besides Gongzi Hao, no one has such literary talent!"
Hearing this, Ying Zheng was very satisfied. He liked others to praise his son for his abilities.
After all, he was a wise man, and among his many sons, only one or two were successful, while most of them were useless. It was impossible to say that he was not embarrassed.
But fortunately, having a son to support several of them is a bit of comfort.
"Have you ever bought the "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" you mentioned?"
Ying Zheng asked Zhao Gao calmly.
Zhao Gao smiled, bowed and said, "I am afraid that your majesty will be tired during the eastward tour, so I bought a few books for your majesty's entertainment."
"Ah."
Ying Zheng snorted and raised his finger to point at Zhao Gao: "I don't like flattery the most. You should know that, but next time, I will never be lenient."
"I know, Your Majesty, please calm down."
Zhao Gao bowed in fear, but with a smile on his face.
He knew that the First Emperor was telling him not to forget to flatter him next time.
Because the First Emperor liked this kind of flattery.
"Okay, bring me the "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" you mentioned."
Ying Zheng waved his hand, Zhao Gao trotted out quickly, and soon walked in with a thread-bound book.
Ying Zheng took a look at the thread-bound book, flipped it back and forth, and muttered: "I'm still a little uncomfortable, especially when turning pages. Because the paper is too thin, I always accidentally turn a few more pages."
"Used to it."
Zhao Gao smiled and echoed: "The main reason is that it is easy to carry. All the bamboo slips needed for this eastern tour have been replaced by thread-bound books."
"Well, with thread-bound books, reading is more convenient."
Hearing Zhao Gao's words, Ying Zheng nodded in agreement, then casually opened the book in his hand, and the first story that came into view was called Juan Xiu Tu.
This story tells the story of a scholar who cut off the flesh of his beloved to cure his illness, and then came back to life again.
Ying Zheng didn't pay attention at first, but after a while, he became more and more fascinated by it, and finally his eyes widened and he couldn't help but look at the next one.
It wasn't until he saw a story called Journey to the West that he couldn't help but exclaim: "I didn't expect there to be such magical things in the world?"
"Is that what Your Majesty said?"
Zhao Gao asked without knowing why.
Ying Zheng looked up at him and said blankly: "You can live forever if you eat meat."
"?"
Zhao Gao was confused.
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