After pondering for a while, Feng Zheng condensed his voice and said, "You have to know that the Ying family is known as one of the eight major surnames in ancient times."
"Even if it is not as good as Feng, it is still an ancient existence. After all, it can be clearly traced back to the era of Emperor Shun."
"I can't understand the path you're taking. But even a monk can't live forever now. It's easy to cut his lifespan in half."
Feng Zheng said it very solemnly. He was very optimistic about Huang, which means he was not a member of the ancient clan. Otherwise, Huang's achievements would be far more than this.
"It's a pity that I can't see the Zaoyou banner given by Emperor Shun. It's a pity!" Huang smiled bitterly, with regret in his tone.
Taking a sip of the wine, Feng Zheng shook his head: "There is nothing to regret, so what if you saw it?"
"Your strength is not even as good as mine. Even if the secrets hidden under the banner of Zaoyou are not within reach of you."
"On the contrary, it will give others advantages in vain."
At this point, Feng Zheng suddenly fell silent. After a long time, he turned to Huang and solemnly said: "All schools of thought are very good whetstones."
In Feng Zheng's view, if Huang could not conquer all the schools of thought, it would be impossible to enter another world.
There are real strong people out there.
Hearing this, Huang nodded.
While drinking, he smiled and said, "Old man Feng, I'm still young. There are other things to do in life."
"There are only a hundred schools of thought. Unless someone of Lao Mozi's level takes action, I am not afraid of anyone."
"ha!"
With a sneer, Feng Zheng said: "In the Mohist headquarters, what you see is only what the Mohist wants you to see. Hundreds of schools of thought, spanning the Spring and Autumn Period, how can it be that simple?"
"Some things are destined by God!"
Putting down the wine cup, Huang's face showed an expression for the first time, which seemed angry but also sharp: "Old man Feng, I don't believe in destiny."
"Princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have the seed!"
"I am a martial artist, and at worst I can tear the world apart with my sword!"
Feng Zheng took a deep look at Huang and fell silent. He admired Huang's ambition, but he thought that Huang was just a fool.
I don’t know how high the sky and the earth are!
Some people are born with rich clothes and fine food, some people are destined to be high and mighty from birth, and some people are just dust throughout their lives.
Bloodline!
grade!
How can thoughts that have lasted for hundreds, or even thousands of years, be broken so easily?
The former Di Xin was so fierce and domineering, but he lost in the end.
So much so that he died and his country was destroyed, and he was burdened with infamy.
…
At this moment, the night wind suddenly became stronger.
Huang squinted his eyes, looking at the stars above the nine heavens, and felt a kind of shock in his heart: "Thousand-year-old bloodline, standing high above others, will eventually be trampled under the feet of Qin officials."
"Someday, someone is going to clean up everything."
At this moment, Huang thought of Ying Quliang and Qin Shihuang. Maybe Ying Quliang got the news after the reform and started to make plans.
The sixth king of Qin laid out the plan, and the first emperor ended it.
At the expense of the Qin Dynasty's thousand-year national destiny, the heaven above was destroyed and the gods who were above life were slaughtered.
When he thought of this, Huang suddenly felt a little hopeful.
"Perhaps it was a brilliant era, I hope I can see it." Feng Zheng suddenly felt hopeful. He was old and felt that the Central Plains was decayed like him.
Hearing Huang's words, he suddenly looked forward to a new life.
…
Compared with Huang's leisure, he still had time to explore the banner of Zaoyou. At this time, Wei Yang was too busy to leave his body, and Zuoshu Chang's Mansion began to operate.
Wei Yang drank herbal tea with a solemn expression. He knew in his heart that the people of Qin today did not trust official edicts.
At this time, not only was it defeated, but the Qin State was getting poorer and poorer. The government agencies themselves had to take the blame, and naturally they lost their prestige.
If he wants to reform, he must regain the prestige of the government and let the people trust the government, so that he can command the people of the world.
"Supervisor Jing, what do you think can be done to make the people of Yueyang, and even the people of the entire Qin State, trust the government again?"
Wei Yang raised his head and looked at Jing Jian: "Restore the prestige of the government again?"
Hearing this, Jing Jian smiled bitterly: "Chief Zuo, the prestige of the government is lost bit by bit. It will be difficult to regain it all at once."
"Ha! I don't have that much time, and neither does Qin." Wei Yang shook his head.
"Jingjian, where is the liveliest place in Yueyang with the most idle people?" Wei Yang put down the tea cup and asked Jingjian.
Without any hesitation, Jingjian blurted out: "Nanshi!"
Nanshi is a large trading market for agricultural and animal husbandry goods under the city wall inside the south gate of Yueyang.
After thinking for a while, Jing Jian explained: "Chief Zuo, the Qin State is different from the Wei State. Because the Qin State is backward and poor, the whole country does not have a stable market."
"Even the capital city of Liyang mainly relies on markets for exchange, and the daily markets are extremely deserted."
"The Nanshi Grand Market has become the largest market in Qin State. It is held once every ten days, and there is a market on the tenth day."
"The fair is not only a major event for the people in the city, but also a grand event for farmers, hunters, and herdsmen living within dozens or even hundreds of miles."
"Only the Nanshi Market on March 20th meets the requirements of Chief Zuo."
"Is the 20th the Nanshi Grand Market?" Wei Yang pondered for a moment, then said to Jingjian: "So, there are only three days left."
"In this way, you prepare a log, the kind that requires a strong man to resist, and move it into Nanshi before the market opens."
"As many people as possible can see it."
Jing Jian frowned and said in confusion, "What is Chief Zuo's plan?"
"Tumu Lixin!"
Wei Yang sighed: "If you want to reform, you must win the trust of the people. Only by winning the trust of the people can you regain the prestige of the government."
“Only if the people trust the government can the reform proceed.”
"The foundation of the reform is no longer in the government and the opposition, but in the millions of common people."
"Then put it in the official square." Jing Jian said to Wei Yang: "That's where the government hangs notices. During normal times, various orders and announcements from the government regarding market transactions are there."
"For farmers, herdsmen, hunters who enter the market, and people who know a few big characters, Nanshi Guanfang is the place they care about most. Every time there is a market, they have to walk around in front of Guanfang."
"Um."
Wei Yang nodded and smiled: "I will personally supervise this matter. The Nanshi market opens every ten days. I don't want to miss it."
"promise."
Jing Jian left, and Wei Yang buried his head in the papers again. Once the reform started, it would not stop. He knew clearly that Huang and Ying Qian came forward in the court, and everyone fell silent, and then expressed their support for the reform.
However, when the reform began, neither Yingqian nor Huang could help him, and he had to fight hard against all troubles.
At this moment, he is simply walking on the tip of a knife. Countless interests harmed by the old clans, clans, Mohists, and enemies of Qin will regard him as a thorn in their side.
He wants to coordinate the overall situation.
Even more so, you need to be as cautious as walking on thin ice.
