Wei Yang knew clearly that he wanted to regain the prestige of the government and regain the people's confidence in the government, and he also had to achieve immediate results.
It's hard.
If you want to create something new and change the world on your own, you must have courage that no one before you had.
Even if it is difficult, he is not afraid.
As long as he does not die and falls, he will be worthy of Ying Quliang's trust and build a foundation for Qin for all eternity.
After Jing Jian left, Wei Yang looked solemn. As the chief of Zuo Shu, he had to take charge, especially coordinate various deployments.
Not only is it necessary to deploy the great cause of reform, but it is also necessary to deal with the impact of domestic and foreign enemies. At this moment, Wei Yang is under great pressure.
He seemed to be walking with a huge mountain on his shoulders.
He did not dare to relax at all, because he knew that once he relaxed, the enemy would swallow up every last bit of him.
Jing Jian walked into the Imperial Prefect's Mansion and saluted Huang: "National Preceptor, Chief Zuo invites you to go to the Nanshi Grand Market in three days, where he will restore the prestige of the Imperial Prefect."
"good."
Huang put down the wine cup and nodded.
Watching Jing Jian leave, he did not hold him back. Huang knew better than anyone else that upstarts like Jing Jian and Zi Cheying were undoubtedly the busiest during this period.
"Old Man Feng, the Great Age is coming. From now on, wars will become more frequent and more direct in the Central Plains."
Feng Zheng nodded: "The killings are unavoidable. Even if the Qin State does not change the law, it will only become more and more frequent."
"Wars will never end in this world, and wars will never disappear, just like this land will never become a country."
Hearing Feng Zheng's words, Huang was startled. Seeing Feng Zheng looking over, Huang picked up the wine cup and hid his entire face in his sleeves.
He and Feng Zheng, after getting along these days, can be regarded as both teachers and friends, but this cannot change that Feng Zheng is a member of the ancient clan.
Family, country and world.
In this era, home is before the country.
In an instant, Huang seemed to understand some secrets. Historical records indicate that since the First Emperor annexed the six kingdoms, the myths and legends of the Central Plains began to break down from the Qin Dynasty.
Maybe the First Emperor did something that caused the First Emperor to die early and the Qin Dynasty to fall apart in a short period of time.
A flash of thought flashed across his eyes, and Huang put down the wine cup and smiled: "The rolling river is passing by, and the waves are washed away. Whoever stays behind will be the winner."
"Old man Feng, are you not interested in going to the South Gate gathering in three days to witness a famous scene?" Huang made an invitation to Feng Zheng.
"OK!"
Feng Zheng chuckled: "When people get older, it's easier to watch the excitement."
Feng Zheng had his own thoughts. In his opinion, Huang was different from others, even Feng Yuheng was different.
Huang has a special way of training, which is different from the newly derived martial arts and the art of Qi practitioners. It is very special.
He wants to explore Huang's secret.
He also knew that Huang wanted to explore the secrets of the ancient clan and pursue the ultimate goal of all monks, immortality.
Two people were drinking in the courtyard. Everyone had different ideas in their minds, and each wanted to scrape a pound of flesh from the other's body.
Late at night.
Feng Zheng went to bed.
Huang looked calm, looking at the sky full of stars, with countless thoughts in his mind. On the school field, the three thousand cavalry had also rested, and the world was quiet.
…
Three days later.
This big gathering happens just before the busy farming season in May. Since the Chinese people have time, it is even more lively.
Starting in the morning, Chinese people from all over Yueyang have been pouring into the south gate of Yueyang City in an endless stream. The market has just opened for a while and it is already packed with people.
Huang and Feng Zheng came to the market and found a small shop to buy breakfast. They each had a bowl of mutton soup and felt the temperature.
The morning market is very busy.
Especially for breakfast shops, since it takes a long time to come from afar to participate in the market, everyone has an empty stomach, so naturally they want to have a bowl of mutton soup to fill their stomachs.
Huang looked at the ragged Chinese people and couldn't help but shake his head. He and Feng Zheng were already wearing low-key clothes, but they were still incompatible with these people.
His face was sallow and his muscles were thin, but his eyes were not numb. At this time, Lao Qin was feeling suffocated.
Huang just observed silently, he didn't want to disturb this moment. For these Chinese people, maybe drinking soup at this moment is the best thing.
After paying the money, Huang and Feng Zheng walked around Nanshi. Finally, at noon, they arrived at the official square of Nanshi.
Noon is the busiest time in Nanshi.
At this time, a group of soldiers came to the official square. A thick log they carried leaned against the official square and stationed here without moving.
Huang looked around and saw that among the people, the civil and military officials of the Qin State came silently, while Ying Quliang and others were hidden among the people.
At this moment, there is only one main guard, Yang Yang.
At this time, Jing Jian walked into the fence, stood on the big stone and shouted to the gathered people: "Everyone, please listen: I have been ordered by Wei Yang, the commander of Zuo Shu, who can carry this log to the north?" Door, the government will reward you with ten gold coins!"
Having said this, Jing Jian shook the money bag in his hand a few times towards the Chinese people to show whether it was true or false.
It is natural for Chinese people to watch the excitement.
I saw a group of people gathered here. In a short time, more and more people were surrounding me.
The Chinese people pointed and pointed, and the merchants from the eastern countries laughed constantly. It was obvious that everyone did not believe this.
The Chinese people were pointing, but they didn't say anything, leaving Jing Jian alone on the stage. Huang frowned. In his opinion, Wei Yang should have blended in with his own people.
Sure enough, at this time, a businessman wearing green clothes and speaking authentic Lao Qin dialect broke the awkward stalemate.
"The government is also joining in the fun? Do you want to sell this broken piece of wood?"
The businessman in green taunted him appropriately: "This broken piece of wood is worth ten gold? Is this a money grab?"
"What a beautiful thought!" Immediately afterwards, someone shouted, "This broken piece of wood is worth ten more pieces of cloth at most. I can't even ask for one more!"
Jingjian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone quarreling with him. Although he personally arranged these two people, it also meant that the situation was opened up.
Seeing the shaken look on the countryman's face, Jingjian quickly shook his money bag: "It's not about selling wood, but offering a reward for moving the wood!"
"Whoever carries it to the north gate will be rewarded ten gold coins by the government!"
"Hahaha……"
The crowd roared with laughter again.
At this time, the Chinese people really started fighting for the first time. A lame old man said loudly: "If you break your leg when you kill the enemy in battle, you won't be rewarded with a single penny."
"A reward of ten gold for moving a piece of wood? Are you trying to trick an honest person into playing?"
Another young man spoke with deep suspicion and disbelief in his tone: "The government said last time it would reduce land tax, what happened in the end?"
"Who dares to believe what the government says!"
…
Seeing this scene, Huang couldn't help but shake his head. Qin's government had a bad reputation. If the old Qin people hadn't been so oppressed, Qin would have been filled with resentment among the people.
