"A saint is a country with one reward, one punishment, one teaching..."

Fusu suddenly stopped and put down the bamboo slips in his hand.

His eyes seemed to travel through time and space, looking at the place where he was sitting just now. A hundred years ago, Shang Jun sat here and carried out a vigorous reform in Qin State.

From then on, Qin State got rid of the old poverty, washed away the humiliation of his ancestors, and became a great power of China that made the six countries look at each other. After six generations, the world was finally unified in the hands of Ying Zheng.

"Great unification, this is... the correct and only way for China." Fusu murmured to himself, his eyes swept towards the old places of the six countries in Shandong, and his eyes became firm.

He knew that on that land, the nobles of the six kingdoms who were knocked down were all resentful and lie dormant in the darkness just to wait for an opportunity.

The world is divided into pieces, and I will never allow such a thing to happen!

Fusu was stunned and did not notice that a person had walked to him. The man said, "My dear Zhang Han, please pay homage to the young master."

"Handang, how is the progress of the white paper matter?" Fusu made a single move.

Fusu knew that this way of communication is the most effective and correct way to communicate with Zhang Han these days.

Since moving to Shangjun’s old house, only Zhang Han can face Fusu directly without having to communicate. This is also the trust Fusu expressed in Zhang Han.

"The white paper matter is progressing smoothly. In another month, the Shaofu can produce tens of white paper per month..." Zhang Han said meticulously.

Fusu nodded slightly, Zhang Han was indeed reliable in his work. Ying Zheng had only been told for a while, and now the situation is on the right track.

"Handang, can you follow me to the countryside and fields?" Fusu looked at Zhang Han with a look of inquisitive expression on his face.

"The young master has an order, and I should follow him." Zhang Han refused without hesitation, and felt more and more that Fusu had the appearance of a wise ruler.

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"Young Master, this is the thousand acres of fertile land given by Your Majesty." Zhang Han shook his arm.

The Qintian system has 240 steps to one acre and a thousand acres of land. Now that it appears in front of Fusu, it is impossible to see the edge at first sight.

Fusu swept into the fields and suddenly found that there were some people wearing brown clothes and working barefoot in the fields. He couldn't help but ask, "What are those?"

Zhang Han unconsciously looked admiring and said, "It's the Mo people in the Shao Mansion. Today is their day off. In the past, they also brought wealth to help the people everywhere in Guanzhong."

Mohist school?

Fusu's heart was shocked. In later generations, he was a restorer of ancient craftsmen. The imaginative imagination and wonderful ideas of ancient craftsmen made Fusu sincerely admire these craftsmen.

In the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the Mohist school was one of the best. As time went by, the wars and the struggles of the school led to the gradual decline of the Mohist school. The Mohist school that later generations saw was just a glimpse of the leopard. The Mohist book "Mozi" was still found in "Daozang". The rest were only left in the works of Zhuangzi, Mencius, and Lu Buwei.

This is a regret for China.

But now it is the Qin Dynasty, and the Mohist family's spread in Guanzhong is still widely, and the Mohist family's inheritance is still complete. The Mohist ideas should not be buried, and the unique skills of those skilled craftsmen should not be buried in the long river of history.

Using the power of hundreds of crafts to make great profits in the world and using the tools of all crafts to make the kings of the four seas is the ideal world that Mohist disciples pursue throughout their lives.

For this ideal world, Mohist disciples can wear barefoot straw raincoats, suffer all their hardships, and run among the countries. For the sake of justice, they can go through fire and water without regrets. For the sake of the benefit of the world, they can go on one after another without even a single death.

Countless Mo family disciples died in the wilderness, with bodies and plants rotten together, and even their names were not left behind. But even so, they promised them and they must do it. Mo family disciples did it without blinking.

When a father-in-law saw the two standing on the ground in gorgeous clothes for a while, he couldn't help but ask with courage: "Where is the young master?"

Fusu waved his hand slightly, stopped Zhang Han's words and said, "Brother-in-law, I am scholars from Xianyang City. Come to the countryside to see the customs and customs."

"So it's a noble man in the city. I'm sorry for being rude!"

Seeing that his father-in-law was about to apologize, Fusu supported his father-in-law, "How can the elder apologize? It was the boy who took the liberty and came here to explain the reason to the father-in-law before he could."

After a little greeting, Fusu asked, "Brother-in-law, how much grain can a mu of land produce now?"

"Last year, I have finished well. The next family collected five stones for one acre of land, and my family has five and a half stones." When it comes to these, my father-in-law was also full of pride.

He is an experienced old farmer, with quite some experience in farming and unique skills he summarizes.

"How much tax will be paid?"

When asked about this, a bitterness flashed in my father-in-law's eyes and said, "Last year, I paid the rent and tax for rent, three stones of forage, and straw poles..."

After hearing the beginning, Fusu knew why the old man in front of him looked so. He only produced five and a half s of grain per acre, he had to pay two s of rent and tax. Coupled with some miscellaneous taxes, it was not easy to maintain the livelihood of a family.

Fusu finally understood why after the restoration of the six countries, they advanced to Xianyang, and the people of Guanzhong stood by and watched, and why when Liu Bang's army arrived at Xianyang City, Qin Prince Ying opened the city to surrender.

It is not a voluntary surrender, but a must!

The people of the world have suffered for a long time in Qin, and they are all hoping that someone can overthrow the Qin court. At this time, someone stands up and naturally responds with a call.

But Fusu also understood that such a thing could not be said to Ying Zheng.

Because Ying Zheng was not ignorant, why did the emperor who played around the world and applauded did not know the pain and sorrow of the people. However, he would continue to do it.

For the sake of the powerful and unified empire dream in his heart, Ying Zheng in the world believed that no one could sacrifice, including his son Fusu.

Whoever dares to block his way will bear his anger. Until now, those who dare to block his way have turned into dead bones.

In the 20th year of King Qin, Jing Ke assassinated Qin. Ying Zheng was furious and ordered the general Wang Jian to lead his troops to attack Yan. Even if the capital of Yan State Jicheng was captured, Ying Zheng would not give up and insisted on capturing Prince Dan of Yan. It was not until the King of Yan sent Prince Dan's head to Xianyang that the Qin army stopped pursuing.

When a man is angry, blood splatters five steps. When the emperor is angry, he will bleed and drift off the oars and bury millions of corpses.

Fusu knew that if he made a rash suggestion, he would be very likely to backfire and would ruin the current situation he had finally reversed.

"Brother-in-law, you can rest aside for a while, and I will help you with some time." Fusu said without hesitation, snatched the plow from his father-in-law and walked down the field.

"This..." The father-in-law looked at Zhang Han in confusion. Zhang Han beat him up and said, "Brother-in-law, you can also find a farm tool for me. Today he and I will be the one who will help you."
Chapter completed!