The King of Qin had not yet rested, so as a historian who accompanied him in daily life, he naturally could not rest.

However, when people get old, they are always ineffective.

The historian Yanxian glanced at Zhao Gao and Ying Zheng who were still walking, lowered their heads and sighed, and beat their legs again.

In the moment, Ying Zheng waved his hand.

Zhao Gao left.

The historian yawned and calculated the time. He felt that there was still some time to endure. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's not a good thing that the monarch was too diligent.

As the historian thought, when Zhao Gao was sent away, Ying Zheng really returned to the hall and picked up the bamboo slips.

Those are probably state affairs that have not been dealt with yet.

The historian shook his head and sat down in a familiar position, checking his records for the past day in the bright lights.

"Do you still remember the rebellion of common people in Qin State in the past?" Ying Zheng's voice sounded.

The historian was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to record it.

However, there was a darkness in front of us.

The light is blocked.

The historian looked up.

It's Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng approached a little and asked, "Remember, do you? You have always had the habit of recording things."

The historian hesitated and then stood up and saluted respectfully: "Your Majesty."

"Just forget about etiquette." Ying Zheng didn't care about etiquette at all.

"What Your Majesty asked, I want to know why." The historian asked without answering.

Ying Zheng nodded: "That means, you have a record."

"Some." The historian nodded.

There is no point in denying it.

"It's true that there is a record..." Ying Zheng nodded.

According to the rules, Qin State should not have these records.

Qin's habit was to remember joy but not sorrow, and to remember merits but not demerits.

Therefore, historical materials are relatively simple among the countries.

The rebellion of the people, no matter what context, should be said to be an absolute evil and an absolute mistake.

Therefore, it is not recorded in normal official history books.

However, the historians of Qin and the historians of other countries have always been in contact.

They traveled with each other to record historical facts for generations, and many of them had marriages and communications.

Although transportation is inconvenient and a letter will take one or two months to deliver, it is costly, but this kind of contact is almost never interrupted.

With this, Ying Zheng felt that the historians also recorded the rebellion.

Now when I ask, I really have some records.

"So, how many times have the common people of Qin rebelled over the years since the predecessor of the previous kings?"

"Sixteen times!"

sixteen!

Ying Zheng's pupils shrank suddenly.

“So how?”

"In the year of disaster, there can be four or five times a year, but only in different places." The historian looked at Ying Zheng strangely.

"So what have I since I ascended the throne?"

“Four times.”

Four times, many more.

"What happened and where?" Ying Zheng asked.

There is only the meaning of inquiry on his face, but he can't see any interest such as anger or confusion.

The historian felt stranger even more.

"The first year of Wang, the second year."

“Everything is in the Bashu area.”

Ying Zheng nodded slowly: "So, no rebellion has happened in recent years?"

"As far as I know, there is no." The historian shook his head.

He is the closest person to history and facts. Many times, he does not speak without saying anything, and has his own judgment on the rise and fall of a country.

Going up to the three monarchs, the historian has been so silent for decades.

He recorded both official history books and private history books.

These facts settled down.

He had no idea about national affairs such as governing the country and training the country.

However, he can predict whether a country will prosper or decline in the future.

Although I have done a lot in recent years, it is strange that there are fewer common people who have committed such killings and mobilized repeatedly, and have rebelled in a large scale than before.

The historian did not inform others about this matter, and he tried not to take it seriously.

When writing letters with colleagues, I deliberately did not mention it.

Because of this kind of thing...

After the historian finished speaking, he bent over and bowed, waiting for the killing.

But Ying Zheng did not hold his sword.

He didn't call anyone either.

Just holding the bamboo slips, he returned to his position, as usual.

The historian was puzzled: "Your Majesty?"

Ying Zheng raised his head: "What?"

"If Your Majesty does not kill me, I will record it." The historian gave another tribute.

"It's up to you." Ying Zheng didn't care at all.

The historian looked at Ying Zheng, who was bowing his head to deal with state affairs, and his eyes became more and more strange.

...

"What about the leeks from the 600 acres of land?" Li Si asked.

"It's all dead." Chen Ju glanced at the report.

"All dead?" Li Si stopped his pen and raised his head.

"Everything is dead." Chen Ju had no choice but to say: "I have said that those priests are unreliable, and you still have to listen to him."

"What a pity." Li Si sucked his teeth.

Now it is early spring, and it is time to harvest leeks.

The leeks in spring are tender and delicious, especially the top leeks nowadays, which are not inferior to mutton.

The leeks on the 600 acres of land were all withered. To be honest, it was a pity for losses, but it was just a bit regretful.

"It's six hundred acres!" Chen Ju said: "And the freshest-faced head leek has never been cut. If this is cut, even if we don't eat it ourselves and trade it with Koreans, we can make a lot of money!"

"That's just a little loss." Li Si shook his head: "At least, I know that this alchemist is unreliable, it's worth it."

"That's right, fortunately, I didn't fertilize the wheat as he said." Chen Ju was a little grateful.

"By the way, I remember that the peach trees we planted before can bear fruit, right?"

"It's still early before the peach tree bears fruit!" Chen Ju asked curiously: "What did you suddenly ask about this?"

"We need to plan the time to collect peaches... The work is not heavy, so it is appropriate that children and women can also add them together."

"It should be possible." Chen Ju hesitated: "But..."

"Okay, I'll make an account later. Anyway, there's still a lot of time. Go and help me get the accounts of the iron factory."

"Okay." Chen Ju nodded.

Li Si frowned deeply while looking at the account book in front of him.

"wrong……"
To be continued...