Han land, Yiyang.
The largest aristocratic family in Yi Yang is the Bao family.
The head of the Bao family this generation is Bao Yuan, the number one general in South Korea.
Bao Yuan participated in six major wars in his life.
I fought with Chu three times and won all of them.
He fought with Qin three times and lost every time.
But Bao Yuan cannot be blamed too much for these three defeats, because his opponents were Gan Mao, the second generation of the Gan family, Bai Qi, the number one killer god, and Wei Ran, Bai Qi's mentor.
There is already a gap in personal strength. The Qin army is far superior to the Han army in terms of both individual soldier quality and overall quality. How can they win?
It’s not that Bao Yuan is too weak, but that the Qin State is cheating.
For S Baoyuan, it is already quite good to be able to survive the battles with SR Wei Ran, SR Gan Mao, and especially SSR Bai Qi.
But the kings of Han in all generations did not think so. They had no idea at all.
After defeating Chu three times, Bao Yuan became extremely famous in Han. At that time, even Zhang Liang's grandfather, Zhang Kaidi, who was the prime minister of Han, had to avoid him.
After defeating Qin three times, Bao Yuan immediately changed from Xiao Tiantian to Mrs. Niu and withdrew from the core decision-making circle of South Korea.
As the Bao family had hopes of replacing the Zhang family and becoming the number one family in Korea, the only way they could do was to withdraw from Xinzheng and return to their hometown, Yiyang, in order to avoid losing their status as a noble family.
"Zhang Liang, this is a child's opinion." Bao Yuan, who was lying on the couch, was so thin that he looked like skin and bones, lying on his back on the bed.
The grandson said to the second son under the bed , "Don't worry about it. The Zhang family has always been like this. When working with Zhang Kaidi, Zhang Kaidi is superior. His grandson Zhang Liang is still like this, as if only his Zhang family is smart."
It seemed that he had talked too much and Bao Yuan's throat felt itchy. He coughed lightly several times to relieve the strange feeling in his throat.
"Ahem, Father..."
His son Baoyang, leaning on a cane, walked forward slowly and worriedly, looking at his 98-year-old father, his face full of worry.
Bao Yuan raised his forearm and waved it, saying, "No problem."
He turned his head to look at his second son Baoyang, who had a hunched body and age spots on his face, and sighed.
"You should worry more about yourself, and don't die before me like your brother did."
Bao Yuan, the most famous general of South Korea, who had fought against powerful men of the previous era such as Bai Qi, Wei Ran, and Gan Mao.
After leaving South Korea's decision-making circle, he fell ill and never recovered.
He has been lying in bed like this until now, and his eldest son has died of outlasting his illness. His illness has not been cured, but he is not dead either.
Bao Yang raised the corner of his mouth and said in a rough voice: "I'll try my best."
Bao Yuan nodded and continued to instruct, "We must not do as Zhang Liang said and give grain to those lowly people. Korea is not our Korea, it belongs to the Zhang family. Stabilizing grain prices is something that the Zhang family should consider, and it has nothing to do with the Bao family."
Baoyang nodded in approval.
"Yang thinks so too. Now as long as we have one meal a day, there are many untouchables willing to mine for our Bao family. Hiring workers is now cheaper than slaves. It would be great if this situation could continue."
"Grandfather, what if we attract revenge from the Zhang family..." Bao Yuan's fifty-three-year-old grandson said worriedly.
"Oh." Bao Yuan laughed at his grandson's naivety and said, "If my Bao family were to do this, it would not work. But if all the Han noble families were to do this, can the Zhang family still take revenge on all the noble families?"
These two sentences made his grandson suddenly enlightened and no longer worried.
The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
But they are too old to make such loud laughter that shakes the sky.
Their laughter was dull and decayed, as if it came from a coffin.
"Don't let the untouchables have enough to eat. If they are full, they will become lazy and stop working hard in mining."
"Yes, I understand. A few days ago, Yang was afraid that these untouchables would quit and run away. These days, we can do this."
"Haha, yesterday there were untouchables who said that they only needed a bowl of porridge to mine for a day. Father, Grandfather, I think we can save some more food."
"Yes, there are many untouchables, and our food reserves are limited. Let's reduce the amount by half from today."
"This, if we cut it in half, it will be exhausting. Then our iron ore mining will slow down a lot, and we will sell a lot less gold in a day."
"If they die of exhaustion, we can just find new ones. There are so many untouchables anyway, and no matter how many die, new ones will fill the gap."
“…”
The three people were talking openly, and their voices spread from the dark house into the broad daylight.
This is not just the idea of ​​the Bao family, but the idea of ​​the entire Korean aristocratic family .
This world belongs to the aristocratic families. It has been like this since the moment Wu Zhou destroyed the Shang Dynasty and divided the world into ten classes of people.
The noble families did not see this as a crisis for Korea, but rather a business opportunity for Korea.
The common people who originally needed money to be hired now only need a meal to be given.
The food that people consider life-saving and survival-enhancing is usually not as good as what the yellow dogs they raise eat.
The grain price in Han collapsed, but the aristocratic families in Han did not release grain at a lower price as Zhang Liang had hoped, but instead added fuel to the fire.
Let this grand "carnival" reach its climax, and exchange the flesh and blood of the people for their wealth.
Lu Buwei's strategy of collecting ten times the iron is still continuing.
The old man stood on the second floor of Lu's shop and looked downstairs.
The pale-faced people walked in panic, kneeling down from time to time in front of the grinning, slicked-back young men from wealthy families who came out of the brothel.
I am willing to be a slave and a maid, just asking for a bite to eat and to be able to survive.
Any woman or girl who is slightly pretty would do all kinds of ridiculous and lewd things in public for the sake of a piece of bread for those sons of wealthy families.
The fair, tender skin that once attracted people's attention no longer attracts people's attention.
Everyone just stared at the yellow buns in their mouths and swallowed their saliva.
Ding ding ding~
The sounds of hammering and banging in the blacksmith's shop continued rhythmically and never stopped.
"If the master chooses me, I only need half a bowl of porridge!"
"Choose me! My family still has three acres of land, I'll give it all to you!"
This is the voice of the people vying to mine for the noble families.
"My youngest child is dead, yours is..."
"He's not dead yet, he'll be dead soon, let's change first, I can't hold on any longer..."
These are the voices of two people stumbling home to pick up their children.
"Big boss, give me money, give me money, hahaha!"
"Bad luck! The eight is a big one! I don't believe it will be a big one next time! Bet on a small one and open it again!"
This is the raucous sound in Korean casinos.
The noisy and chaotic sounds reached the ears of the businessman Lu Buwei, as well as the ears of the local chamber of commerce elites behind Lu Buwei.
These business elites, who were originally from all over the world, looked at the old man in front of them.
The contempt, incomprehension, and disdain in his eyes all disappeared and turned into fear.
The chaos in Korea was created by the old man.
This kind of hell on earth happening in peacetime is even more terrifying than a brutal battlefield.
They finally knew what kind of people the people with code names were in Chang'an Jun's mansion.
The businessman Lu Buwei.
When he entered Zhao to meet Ying Yiren, he treated Ying Yiren as a commodity.
Entering Korea this year is the same as it was last year. The Korean families and people are all commodities.
In this world, there is nothing that cannot be bought and sold.
Lü Buwei, who was feared by the elites of the world's chambers of commerce, looked at the chaos he had created downstairs without a smile in his eyes or a slight curl of the corners of his mouth.
On the contrary, the eyes of this high-ranking prime minister of the former Qin State were filled with sadness and tears.
"Everyone get out." Lu Gou Jian climbed the stairs and ordered softly.
If it were seven days ago, these arrogant Chamber of Commerce elites would not have obeyed Lu Gou Jian's orders at all.
But today, having witnessed the power of the merchants in Chang'an Junfu, they all said "Yes" in unison and turned to go downstairs.
When they passed by Lu Gou Jian, they glanced at this seemingly ordinary old man and saw the same fear in his eyes as when they looked at Lu Buwei.
They didn't know who Lu Gou Jian was, but they knew that Lu Gou Jian had a code name - Sweeping Monk.
The code name of Chang'an Junfu is very scary.
"It's not even January yet, it's earlier than you said. What a rare commodity, far more valuable than a sword."
Lu Gou Jian walked to Lu Buwei's side, and together with Lu Buwei, they looked at the people and life experiences downstairs.
Before coming to Han, Lu Gou Jian asked Lu Buwei how long it would take to return to Xianyang.
Lu Buwei’s reply was that it would take at least one month or at most several months.
And now, it’s not even January yet.
Lu Buwei placed his five fingers lightly on the windowsill, with an expression of unspeakable grief on his face.
Two lines of tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, leaving tear marks on the face of this former Qin prime minister.
The tears never stopped.
The traces of tears lingered for a long time.
At the beginning, he was "betrayed" by Ying Chengjiao, the person he cherished the most, protected the most, regarded as a confidant, and treated as a son.
He did not cry when the armored gate he built broke up his army, broke up his dream of becoming a jack of all trades, and broke up the results of his and Qin Zhuangxiang King Ying Zichu's ten years of struggle.
He looked at his "little King of Qin" for a long while, then nodded kindly and entered the Chang'an Lord's Palace.
"Duke Lu." Lü Buwei closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch any longer, and said sadly, "Did I do something wrong?"
He slowly stepped back, one step, two steps. The rocking chair where he often sat since coming to Korea was just three steps behind him.
Plop~
But he didn't have the strength to walk to the rocking chair again.
All his temper was drained out of him, his hands and feet became weak, and he took only two steps back before his knees gave way and he fell to the ground.
Tears were still flowing from his eyes, even more violently and faster.
This fall seemed to have destroyed the dam that was holding back the tears, causing the vast ocean of tears to burst out and wet her long clothes.
"They could have survived." Lu Buwei murmured, not daring to open his eyes.
He was afraid that once he opened his eyes, he would see a ridiculous yet terrifying scene where humans and animals were indistinguishable.
"Gou Jian doesn't know what the Lord is going to do."
Lu Gou Jian looked far towards the direction of Xianyang, then turned around and saw Lu Buwei, who was sitting on the ground crying, looking like a loser even though he had clearly won.
"I don't know what you're going to do."
In the empty room on the second floor, Lu Gou Jian's slow voice was circling around.
"Gou Jian only knows that the Lord wants the world to be better and wants people like Gou Jian to get rid of the word 'lowly'. The Lord asked me to protect you. If what you did was instructed by the Lord, then it is not wrong."
Lu Gou Jian's words gave Lu Buwei the strength to open his eyes.
The Prime Minister of the Former Qin State opened his eyes and looked at Lu Gou Jian, who was clearly displeased but still gave him encouragement.
He smiled bitterly and said, "The most despicable people in the world are not the people, but the merchants."
No matter which country or place.
Businessmen are given a name of meanness.
"When I was young, I traveled with my father all over the country, and our family opened shops all over the world. But no matter where I went, people looked at me with contempt, disdain, and little respect. Brother Lu, do you know how that feels?"
Lu Buwei collapsed to the ground, holding the ground while speaking.
"I asked my father why no matter how well I did, others always looked down on me. My father said we were businessmen, and businessmen were looked down upon by others, and asked me not to take it to heart. But I couldn't do it, and I wanted to know why."
"Merchants do not produce, they hoard goods and sell them at a high price, they value profit over morality, and they make huge profits from the fruits of other people's labor." Lu Gou Jian expressed his impression of merchants, which was considered an answer to Lu Buwei.
"Oh." Lu Buwei sneered and said, "If we don't do production, will the princes and nobles do production? I have been doing business for more than ten years, and the most precious things in the world are in the hands of the royal families and ministers of various countries. They have the largest share of hoarding and profiting from the rare things.
"Brother Lu, you have lived for so many years and all the people you have seen who are greedy for profit and forget about morality are businessmen? Why do you put this word on businessmen! Making huge profits from the fruits of other people's labor, are you saying that businessmen only know how to resell?
"Qin and Qi are thousands of miles apart. I am bringing goods from Qi to Qin. Isn't this hard work? Farmers earn their money by farming. Is it not hard work for us to travel thousands of miles at the risk of our lives?"
Gou Jian of Lu said nothing.
Let him fight.
Let him debate, and he will only debate with the sword.
Lu Buwei also knew Lu Gou Jian, and these words were not directed at Lu Gou Jian.
Rather, it is the words that have been pent up in his heart for decades, and he has to express them.
He then gasped violently for a while, expelling all the turbid air in his heart out of his body.
"I don't accept it. I want to change. Since being a businessman is looked down upon by others, I will become an official. But businessmen cannot be officials. Even if I am rich, no one is willing to accept me as a guest.
"Even Xinling Lord Wei Wuji, who had 3,000 retainers and treated even chicken-stealing and dog-thieves as guests of honor, turned me away. Only one person was willing to accept me, the late king!
"I chose the late king, but it was the late king who chose me! Everyone in the world thinks that I, Lu Buwei, will become extinct because of my rare treasure. But that is not extinction, that is a helpless act!"
The saying "rare goods are valuable" is so popular that even a sword-loving person like Lu Goujian knows the cause and effect.
What Lu Buwei said now shocked Lu Gou Jian beyond words.
Lu Gou Jian looked at Lu Buwei, who was slumped on the ground, famous all over the world, once rich and powerful.
Suddenly I felt that Lu Buwei was very pitiful...
"If there is anyone who can recruit me, Lü Buwei, to serve under his command, how can I go to Handan to look for the late king? No matter how arrogant I am, Lü Buwei, I will never think that I can help a hostage who has forgotten even his own father to sit on the throne!"
Lu Buwei laughed out loud, crying and laughing at the same time, looking like a madman.
"Hahaha! I actually want to stop selling rare goods, but do I have any choice? I said rare goods are worth keeping just to save my reputation, but people actually believed it. This is really the biggest joke in the world! Yesterday I gave advice, but people treated it as shit. Today I made a joke, but people take it as a guide. This world is really ridiculous!"
"Calm your breath!"
Lu Gou Jian took two quick steps to Lü Buwei, slapped his hand on Lü Buwei's head, and used his internal force to unblock Lü Buwei's blocked blood.
If a young person cries and laughs like this and acts crazy, at most he will feel uncomfortable for a while and he won't even get sick.
Lu Buwei is old. If he is allowed to indulge himself like this, he might faint from emotional excitement.
A warm current flowed through the blood vessels, and the surging blood energy was completely calmed down.
Lü Buwei's originally limp limbs regained strength with the help of Lu Gou Jian.
His confused mind gradually returned to normal and the tears that had been flowing finally stopped.
"Thank you, Brother Lu."
Lu Buwei spoke weakly, without any of the momentum he had just had in his words, and he seemed very frail.
But Lu Gou Jian was relieved instead.
He can speak normally, so it seems that everything is fine.
"I apologize for my incompetence, Brother Lu."
"Nothing, I never thought that Brother Lu had such a deep knot in his heart. It's a good thing that he released it today."
With a calm mind, Lu Buwei slowly stood up. Lu Gou Jian reached out and held Lu Buwei's arm, leading him to sit on the rocking chair.
"In that case, Han's move is indeed to demonstrate your power as a merchant and let the world know that merchants are not despicable?" Lu Gou Jian said softly with a slightly strange expression on his face.
It seemed as if Lu Buwei didn't notice anything unusual on Lu Gou Jian's face.
"That's right."
Face the window.
Because he was too far away from the window, he could not see the scene outside, but he could hear the chaotic sounds.
"Hahahaha, the twenty-third is a big one! It's finally a small one! Pay me, pay me!"
"The Bao family is hiring ten people to mine, with priority given to those who are able-bodied and able-bodied, and half a bun a day."
"Hey! Beat him up! How dare you steal food from my dog!"
“…”
Lu Gou Jian followed Lu Buwei's gaze.
"The king once said that if it weren't for you, Qin would have unified the world years ago."
previous years.
Ying Chengjiao came up with a plan to use Liuli to disrupt the six kingdoms and take over the world. At that time, eight out of ten people in power in Qin agreed to it.
Only Lu Buwei, who was the prime minister at the time, strongly opposed it on the grounds that it was against the harmony of heaven.
"Gou Jian is really unimaginable. You would rather delay the unification of Qin for several years than give the people of the world a chance to survive. What is the reason for you to do this in Han?"
Lü Buwei had no expression on his face and whispered, "To make sure that there is no distinction between noble and humble in the world."
"What?"
Lu Gou Jian was stunned for a moment.
"I say, Lü Buwei deserves to die."
If merchants were to escape from their slavery, that was Lu Buwei decades ago.
Now that Shang has gotten rid of his lowly status, who can wear it?
In this world, there should be no such things as noble or humble.
Having been discriminated against because of his occupation since childhood, Lü Buwei, who knew the pain of this, abandoned Shang Yang's laws when he came to power and adopted Lüshi Chunqiu as his governing law.
The eclectic school he created was a combination of Confucianism, Mohism, and Legalism, and its main theme was benevolent governance and benefiting the people.
After so many years, although the ambitious and intolerant Lu Buwei did not go far, he finally went halfway.
Now Lu Buwei doesn't want to do anything big, he just wants to do something as small as holding an umbrella.
After being caught in the rain, the elderly Lu Buwei wanted to hold up an umbrella for the world.
Even the ribs of this umbrella are made of the backbones of Korean people, and the umbrella cover is made of the flesh and blood of Korean people.
He did so, but it went against his conscience.
He felt that he was a beast, that even death could not atone for his sins, and that he deserved to be subjected to all the tortures in the world.
His old knot was spoken out, but his new knot came in.
And this will accompany him for the rest of his life.
Lu Buwei leaned back in the rocking chair and rocked it gently.
Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species?
This sentence is really well said...
"Return to Xianyang."
Lu Buwei said tiredly.
"promise."
Lu Gou Jian responded.
Before leaving, the merchant Lu Buwei issued three final orders.
1. Distribute all the three-day stored grain to the homes of the Korean people, and write the five words "Gift from Chang'an Jun" on the grain bags.
2. On the second day after the grain was distributed, the iron weapons stored in Han were delivered to the homes of the people in Han, with a note attached: The aristocratic families want you to kneel down, and Chang'an Jun will make you stand up.
3. On the third day, the people took the lead in the charge. They only needed an introduction. Slogan: Are kings, princes, generals and ministers of different species?
Lü Buwei, the first day after Gou Jian of Lu left Han.
The Korean people who had no way to survive and were about to be forced to death woke up and found that they had three more days of food rations in their homes.
On this day, the number of people going to the various families to mine dropped sharply by 99 percent.
Such an anomaly naturally could not be hidden from the major families. After a brief investigation, they discovered the truth.
Zhang Liang had told the major aristocratic families that he was betting with Ying Chengjiao, so the major aristocratic families were not unfamiliar with the title of Chang'an Jun.
Most of the wealthy families did not take it seriously. They thought it was just three days of food. After three days, everything was back to normal.
Most of the small families took it very seriously. Three days, how much less money would they make? The Lu's Chamber of Commerce was still collecting iron at ten times the price!
So these small aristocratic families took away the people's food rations on which they relied for survival, claiming that they were asking the people to repay their debts. In just a few days, food prices skyrocketed, and almost all the people owed the aristocratic families a large sum of food.
In these days, if nine out of 13 return, it is considered charity, while loan sharking at twenty times the interest rate is the norm.
The reason why the multiples no longer go up is not because the noble families don't want to, but because there is no need - twenty times the debt is already too much for all the people to pay back.
There is more than one noble family in each city, and there will always be some families that are greedy for immediate benefits and try to "reasonably and legally" seize the three-day rations.
Those noble families who did not try to rob food would not try to stop it, as collecting the food would benefit everyone.
On the second day, the number of people who came to help them mine returned to the previous number.
At most, they would only say to the people who came to help them mine, "Look, we are merciful. Not only do we not ask you to repay your debts, we also give you food while you are still in debt. Why don't you kneel down and thank us?"
These noble families did not know what would happen on the day they had looted all the food.
How much resentment accumulated in the hearts of the Korean people and how much anger burned in their eyes as they watched their lives being snatched away.
Maybe they know it, but they don't care. They are from a noble family and are born above these people.
But what they must not have known was that night after they had looted all the food.
Iron weapons that were much stronger than the bronze weapons popular on the market today appeared in the homes of Korean people.
They also don't know that this group of Korean people rushed to their homes to mine for them.
We already have the ability and the heart to resist them, but we lack a leader.
On the third day, the Lu's Chamber of Commerce, which had always been regarded as a sucker by them, took off their iron tools, took off their business clothes, and changed into tight clothes.
Shouting "Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers any different kinds of people?", they charged towards them.
At first there were very few people, so few that they didn’t care at all - how many people could a chamber of commerce have?
But soon, the spark of the Lu Chamber of Commerce set the field of Korean people on fire.
Yiyang.
Bao’s house, front courtyard.
"I just want to live! I just want to live! Why don't you let me live!"
A man who looked like a farmer was screaming, and his face looked like he was about to cry.
He held the iron sword in both hands, and the posture was not regular at all, as if he was holding a hoe.
There was no sound of the long sword breaking through the air when it chopped down, only the sound of wind which was not harsh.
The Bao family is a military family. Although they are weak, the training of the guards in the mansion has never been neglected.
The well-trained Bao family guard dodged, spotted the farmer's weakness, and kicked him in the chest with great force.
Bang!
The farmer fell to the ground, feeling a piercing pain in his chest. When he opened his mouth, blood gushed out.
It’s sweet and better than the food given by Bao’s family.
The farmer swallowed his own blood, and this thought came to his mind involuntarily.
Bang!
My chest hurt again, and there was a sound of bones breaking in my chest.
The Bao family guard stepped hard on the farmer with one foot to hold his body in place, and with his other hand he swung the sword in a very standard manner and stabbed it into the farmer's chest in a very formal manner.
Squeak
The farmer felt a pain in his chest, his eyes became unfocused, his head tilted, and he died.
Sweet.
He thought before he died.
"Bah, the untouchables have come to our door, you should be starved to death!"
The guard cursed as a series of chaotic noises suddenly came from behind him.
The sound was so mixed and chaotic that it was difficult to distinguish what was being shouted. The guards could only hear a few words.
Ah, woo ...
The guard turned around, his eyes nearly bursting from staring.
A dense crowd of men, women, young and old, dressed in different clothes and holding swords in their hands, rushed towards him shouting.
These people were really unorganized, with no formation at all, and their movements with weapons were not even as good as when he first became a guard.
Apart from their large numbers, these people are really useless in the eyes of the guards.
"You bunch of untouchables!"
A voice came from behind the guard.
The guard's face lit up with joy as he recognized the voice as that of another guard from the Bao family.
When their companions arrived, the guards who wanted to retreat also shouted loudly.
"You bunch of untouchables!"
Dozens of well-trained Bao family guards attacked swiftly, rushing into the crowd like a tiger into a flock of sheep.
Based on their understanding of the untouchables, they would retreat as soon as they saw blood and death.
They were on a rampage.
They chopped melons and vegetables.
They went on a killing spree.
The killing became more and more exciting, and the excitement turned into panic.
Each of them had killed seven or eight people, and their arms were sore from chopping.
But the crowd showed no signs of retreating. Instead, it grew even larger, filling their field of vision.
When
A guard used the bronze mixed with pig iron in his hand, which should be the most advanced long sword in the world except for the standard weapons of the Qin State, to resist the long swords of the people.
After a not-so-crisp sound, the sword in the guard's hand broke.
How is that possible?
The weapon broke and he was stunned for a moment.
A knife chopped on the guard, and blood flowed everywhere. This was the first guard of the Bao family to be injured.
The other guards rushed to the rescue and pulled the injured guard into a protective circle.
"Are these lowly people crazy?" A guard roared as he stabbed a woman's thigh with a sword.
"What are you shouting about? Is this witchcraft?" A guard dodged and shouted angrily.
"ah!"
A guard screamed as one of his thighs was cut, leaving a gash one foot long and half a foot deep.
This is the second injured guard of the Bao family.
He lost his balance and fell to the ground. His companions tried to pull his hands but missed, so they hurriedly blocked with the weapons in their hands.
Ding ding ding~
It was still that crisp sound that was not clear at all.
Their swords were chopped off, and most of the people's swords and long knives were blocked, but the remaining small part fell on the fallen guards.
"ah!"
The guard let out a heart-wrenching scream, but before he could finish his cry, another round of random hacking began.
The guard died before he could even finish his scream. He was the first guard of the Bao family to be killed.
Afterwards, he was surrounded by a crowd that seemed impossible to kill.
The Bao family guards who had displayed their might just now fell down one after another in horror, terrified and regretful.
Back|Garden.
Bao Yuan, who had been bedridden for decades, danced with his sword with great vigor and killed dozens of people in a row.
His second son, who is in his seventies, and his eldest grandson, who is in his fifties, are both protected by him.
Bao Yuan is not sick at all.
He pretended to be sick for so many years, initially to reassure the King of Han and the major families of the Kingdom of Han, and later to reassure the State of Qin.
Bao Yuan, the best general in South Korea and a student of military strategists, did not think about how to avenge the defeat at the hands of Qin and conquer the city and plunder the land.
Instead, think about how to protect yourself and how to avoid being taken seriously.
This is the result of the evil wind of art started by Shen Buhai.
Bao Yuan was breathing heavily, holding the hilt of his long sword in reverse, and leaning against the ground with the sword upside down.
Even though he was once the best general in South Korea, he is over a hundred years old and has been lying in bed for decades. He has reached his limit now.
But his enemies are far from reaching their limit.
“Woo woo woo!”
“Ahhhhhh!”
"I want to live!"
"Why did you take away the food? Just a little bit! Just a little bit would have kept my mother alive!"
"You made me eat my son, made me inhuman, made me unable to live!"
“…”
Everyone was shouting all sorts of things.
The expressions on his face showed hatred, fear, and terror.
Bao Yuan had fought in many battles, but he had never seen an enemy with tears on his face and crying loudly in fear, but still able to charge forward with determination.
Three long swords and two long knives came down towards Bao Yuan's head. Bao Yuan shouted angrily and raised his sword to block it.
"You are a bunch of untouchables! You should not be fed! You should be allowed to die!"
Ding ding ding ding~
The Baoyuan sword, which was once hailed as a divine weapon and the most powerful weapon in South Korea, broke into six pieces.
South Korea's number one general, Bao Yuan, did not die on the battlefield, nor did he die under the sword of the enemy.
He died in his own home, killed by the swords of the Korean people.
"You are a bunch of untouchables! Untouchables!"
"Don't kill me, I'll give it all to you! Food, money, whatever you want!"
Bao Yuan's second son cursed angrily.
Bao Yuan's eldest grandson knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
The behavior is different, but the results are the same.
The Korean people, shouting all sorts of things, wielded their swords and chopped the two men into pulp just like their grandfathers and great-grandfathers.
The Bao family, a noble family in Han Dynasty and the overlord of Yiyang who survived the demise of Han Dynasty, is gone.
Along with the Bao family, almost all the aristocratic families in Han were annihilated.
"We just want to live," these were the words most shouted by the people in this uprising.
The word "alive" is the two words that are shouted the most, besides the sounds of "ah" and "woo" in crying.
"Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers all born of different species?" These eight words were led by the people from Lu's Chamber of Commerce at the beginning.
The frequency of this phenomenon was not high in the subsequent spontaneous and independent actions of the Korean people.
If Lu Buwei had not left, he would have found that this was not what he expected - he thought it would be these eight words that would give the people the confidence and courage to move forward.
Since ancient times, the basic demands of the Chinese people have been simple.
It's not about being a noble or a prime minister, nor is it about being wealthy; it's about being alive.
The people at the bottom of the world are already doing their best just to survive.
Since most of the Korean officials were directly appointed by local people, they basically all belonged to local aristocratic families.
This riot not only destroyed all the aristocratic families in Han, but also destroyed the entire government system in Han.
It is worth mentioning that the First Emperor was unable to send officials here to govern in time.
The Lu's Chamber of Commerce took over the local governance in the name of Chang'an Jun.
The first thing was to declare the people innocent and the aristocratic families guilty.
Those who drive up food prices should be punished by death. We are not rebelling, we are helping with management.
The second thing is to select people of high moral character and prestige from among the people to assist in governance.
The third thing was to distribute the ironware among the major families in addition to the storage to the people.
A new official starts with three things.
After the three fires were set, the three words "Chang'an Jun" became famous in the land of Han.
Ying Chengjiao was not aware of this matter, as it was done by Lu Buwei on his own initiative.
The Lu's Chamber of Commerce previously distributed food and ironware marked with the words "Chang'an Jun".
It was not Ying Chengjiao's order, but Lu Buwei's own initiative.
Xinzheng is the only city in Han that has not experienced civil unrest.
Because of the existence of the Zhang family, the grain price in Xinzheng has not increased much and has remained at a level acceptable to the people.
There are still many blacksmith shops here, and mining people account for almost all of Xinzheng.
This place is deformed, but not chaotic.
Zhang Liang, whose face was as white as gold paper, sat in the house, "receiving" the envoy of the First Emperor who came from Xianyang and asked all places in Han to report their plans.
The tied-up messenger had a scowl on his face.
"Who are you to dare to tie me up?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is this."
Cough cough
Zhang Liang coughed lightly a few times and covered his mouth with a handkerchief. When he took it off, there was blood on it.
"I have news that can help you get promoted."
The envoy didn't want to hear this. He was now anxious to go back and report to the First Emperor that the land of Han was gone.
If the news reached Xianyang before him, he would have made a mistake and committed dereliction of duty.
“Quick…”
"Lü Buwei is still alive. He is a retainer of Ying Chengjiao, the Lord of Chang'an."
The messenger had just said two words when Zhang Liang, seeing that the messenger was impatient, spoke very quickly.
The restless messenger was startled when he heard the three words "Lü Buwei".
"That's true!"
An hour later, a fast horse with a speed of 800 li galloped out from Xinzheng and rushed to Xianyang.
After seeing the messenger off, Zhang Liang took out a black piece and placed it on the Go board in front of him.
This board is different from the thirteen-line Go board that is popular today. It has nineteen vertical lines and nineteen horizontal lines.
"The chess player died. Liang won this game of chess."
One day later.
The county magistrate stationed in Xinzheng by Ying Chengjiao brought the Xinzheng troops and entered the Zhang family's gate, wanting to welcome the wise man.
Any retainer who has a code name in Chang'an Junfu is worth a lick.
The door opened, but no one was seen.
The Xinzheng County Magistrate looked at the empty house and his face darkened. "Search!"
A forest a hundred miles away from Xinzheng.
The Zhang family who fled to Xinzheng reunited after breaking up into small groups. Zhang Liang looked into the distance in the direction of Xinzheng.
"Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species? Liang Hui will spread these eight words to the world."
He turned his head, coughed twice, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and blood stains appeared again.
If you can use these eight characters to disrupt Korea, then you can use them to disrupt the world.
When the backlash grows, and Ying becomes defeated, let's see how you end up!
"Go find Tian Heng."
Zhang Liang ordered.