Chapter 337: My family asked me to send someone, how dare I?
In the past ten days or so, people have been pouring into various cities in Han, all coming from Zhao and Wei.
Most of them were nobles, and there were very few common people. In this era, the farthest place most common people had ever been was the city near their village. Limited by transportation and financial resources, they could not go far.
The land of Han, which had lost its nobles, once again welcomed a large number of nobles.
According to common sense, these literate nobles can just fill the gap in Korean officials.
This is what the nobles who came to Korea and found that the local governance was completely blank thought.
After much inquiry, they easily found out that the actual ruler of Han lived in Xinzheng.
A few days later, Xinzheng welcomed the largest population influx in decades.
County Magistrate's Office.
Xinzheng County Magistrate Qiang stood at the door of the main house waiting.
Lu Gou Jian pushed open the wooden door and nodded slightly to Xiang Qiang, indicating that he could enter.
Qiang thanked him politely and walked in through the gap beside Lu Gou Jian.
When I arrived at the lobby, I saw Ying Chengjiao, with his hair tied up and new clothes, eating. There was a bowl of millet porridge and some pickled vegetables on the table.
"Have you eaten yet? Let's eat something together?"
Ying Chengjiao greeted him warmly.
Eating at the same table with Ying Chengjiao, he could show off for a long time in front of his colleagues who changed their name to Liusha.
Qiang said this while moving closer to the table.
The maid brought the bowl and chopsticks and placed them in front of Qiang. Qiang, who had already had breakfast, served himself a bowl of millet porridge.
He brought it to his mouth, blew on it, and lightly touched his lips. After testing that it was not hot, he took a big sip. It tasted no different from the millet porridge at his place.
"Your Majesty, is this what you're eating in the morning? There's not even any meat."
People like Qiang who practice martial arts can eat meat and love to eat meat, but their bodies cannot get enough nutrition and practicing martial arts will only make themselves useless.
"I'm not used to eating greasy food in the morning. I know you're not used to it, so I asked someone to go to the kitchen to get some meat for you."
Soon, Qiang grabbed a big pig's trotter with his right hand, stuffed it into his mouth and bit it hard. It was soft, tender and fragrant.
Two new plates were placed in front of him, one containing boiled pig's trotters, and the other containing stewed dog meat.
He smiled contentedly and said:
"Qiang is here to ask for credit from the Lord.
"In a few days, Your Majesty won't need to get up so early."
He pointed his pig's trotter at the thick pile of papers on the desk five steps away and swallowed the tendon in his mouth.
"The person who will help you deal with the affairs has arrived."
Qiang knew Ying Chengjiao's habits very well.
If you can sit, then stand instead; if you can lie down, then sit instead.
The Lord is a lazy person who says his day's plan should start in the morning, but he sleeps until noon and gets up, saying that his plan is to sleep.
Ever since the source of the trouble left, the king has been getting up early and going to bed late every day to deal with the political affairs of Han. He must have been fed up with it... Qiang thought. He looked at the king's face, expecting to see a happy expression.
"All those nobles have come here..."
Ying Chengjiao drank the millet porridge in small sips, looking thoughtful with a calm expression.
Qiang was surprised and disappointed that he didn't see any joy.
Your Majesty does not show his emotions on his face, and he is very shrewd, which is a good thing... As he thought about this, he smiled again and said:
"Yes, Qiang has prepared a list for you. You can assess them today and arrange for them to take up their posts."
"You are well prepared. You must have the list with you. Take it out."
Ying Chengjiao revealed a smile.
That’s right, how could His Majesty not be happy… He forced a smile of extreme joy.
Qiang, who had been gnawing on a pig's trotter with one hand, took out a book from his lapel with his oil-free left hand and placed it apologetically on a clean space on the table.
His right hand was greasy and he couldn't touch the list, so he felt disrespectful handing it over with one hand.
"No need for so much etiquette."
Ying Chengjiao said, grabbing the roster and starting to look through it from the first page.
In addition to the basic age, origin, and personality, many people also have their teachers and resumes - what official positions they held and what they did.
Ying Chengjiao read very quickly, flipping through more than ten pages.
As expected of you, the Lord, you read so fast... Qiang held the pig's trotter in both hands and chewed it while thinking.
"You eat first."
Ying Chengjiao said something to Qiang, then stood up and walked to the desk filled with Korean government affairs and sat down.
Pick up the brush, grind the ink in the morning, add water and tap it twice in the inkstone.
The tip of the pen changes from white to black.
Ying Chengjiao held the pen and circled a name on the page where he stopped, then flipped through the pages again and ticked another one a few pages later.
Qiang knew that the Lord was selecting people, so he came to the Lord with a pig's trotter to see who the Lord had selected.
Before he had finished eating his pig's trotter, Ying Chengjiao had already finished flipping through the entire list.
"Are all the ones in the circle unwanted?"
He asked with a forced smile.
He saw clearly that Ying Chengjiao had only circled four people in total.
"No, the ones without circles are the ones we don't want."
Ying Chengjiao stuffed the roster back into Qiang's arms and raised his hand to push Qiang's chin.
"Although I don't like red tape, isn't it inappropriate for you to open your mouth wide, with your teeth and tongue full of pork foam, and launch a biochemical attack on me by exhaling?"
Ying Chengjiao took down the top sheet of paper from the pile with ease and read it while mumbling to himself as he did his daily routine before reviewing it.
"We shouldn't have let that old man get away. When will his days of government work end?"
Qiang left with deep doubts and confusion.
He didn't understand why the king only chose four out of more than a thousand nobles who could be officials when he obviously hated dealing with government affairs.
The sun rises in the east.
The sun sets.
The government affairs on the files are getting thinner and thinner, from high to low, to nothing, then bottoming out and then rising again - this is tomorrow's government affairs.
Ying Chengjiao was busy until the evening. Only when the moon rose above the willows did he relax his stiff neck and meet Wei Zhuang who had returned from Xianyang.
Ying Chengjiao was somewhat happy when Wei Zhuang brought back the news that he had personally delivered the letter to Xunzi.
After waiting for several days, no letter came from Xianyang, which was exactly what Ying Chengjiao wanted.
The entire content of the letter he sent was: Brother Emperor, do you want to go on a tour to the east? Can I borrow your identity to go on the tour?
Xianyang did not object to the letter, which meant it agreed.
The next day, Ying Chengjiao issued an expulsion order, expelling most of the nobles who had fled from Zhao and Wei to Han.
The governor of Xinzheng was strong, and was scolded by local nobles in Zhao and Wei - they didn't know that the person who actually controlled Han and ordered their expulsion was Ying Chengjiao.
Ying Chengjiao was imprisoned in Xianyang Prison by the First Emperor, and few people would associate the events in Han with him.
However, soon, everyone in the world knew that the land of Han had been assigned to Chang'an Jun.
The leader of the Mohist school issued a decree to recruit talents on behalf of Chang'an Jun in the name of Chang'an Jun Ying Chengjiao's retainer.
Anyone with profound knowledge, regardless of which school, which sect, or which school, can come to Han. Chang'an Jun is willing to share the official positions with the various scholars, and the Great Qin Academy welcomes all schools of thought to teach.
When this order was issued, the whole world was in an uproar.
In the last days of the Dharma era when the Book Burning Order and the Book Holding Law swept across the country, the land of Korea first entered the eyes of the world.
The various philosophers who were driven away in chaos and were willing to sacrifice their lives to pass on knowledge learned for the first time that there was such a paradise in the world that was not affected by the book burning order and the book holding law.
This paradise also extends an olive branch to them, allowing them not only to teach and educate, but also to serve as officials and put their knowledge to use, with guaranteed high salaries.
Who would want to linger in the darkness when you can dance in the light?
The coast of the East China Sea.
Qi, Linzi.
This was once the capital of the State of Qi, which owned half of the world's wealth and was the richest place in the world.
Wang Jian, Marquis of Wucheng, took off the armor he had worn in his lifetime of battles, put on soft silk, and lived out his days with his grandson Wang Li.
As the only marquis in the Qin Dynasty, he was given the richest 18 cities of Linzi. The price was to be away from the power center, lose the influence of the army, and hand over the military power.
Wang Jian was very satisfied with this result, as it was exactly what he wanted.
There is plenty of sunlight and it feels warm on my body.
The old general narrowed his eyes and hummed Qinqiang with his mouth, which had issued countless military orders.
"My Lord, Master Li came to say goodbye and said he was going to..."
The butler came up and announced in a loud voice like a soldier.
"Go, go, go wherever you want."
Wang Jian didn't listen to the end of what the butler said and said indifferently.
"only!"
The butler responded loudly, and turned around decisively, without any intention of finishing his words, nor did he seem to care.
He had been Wang Jian's personal guard and was used to obeying orders.
The old general sneered as he listened to the footsteps of the butler's departing troops.
"There aren't many scholars yet."
Wang Jian, who retired peacefully, chose a completely opposite path from General Wang Li, who was supposed to inherit his title of Marquis of Wucheng, and gave up military service to pursue literature.
The old man, who had fought and killed all his life and had reached the highest rank and position among the officials, did not want his grandson to follow in his footsteps and go to the battlefield repeatedly. He only wanted his grandson to be safe and sound, rich and glorious.
But deep down, the old man who once served as the banner of the Qin military still looked down on literati.
"Birdman."
The veteran said disdainfully.
Outside the gate.
The old man, who enjoyed great fame in Qi and had once served as the chief priest of the Jixia Academy, did not expect that Wang Jian would not even meet him.
This is a naked humiliation.
"If you had shown a little respect to the scholars of Qi, how could Peng Min lead his people to leave their homeland?"
Peng Ming left angrily.
The housekeeper looked at the wise and famous people in Qi who had enlightened his young master and spat.
"Bah, birdman."
The next day, Wang Jian ordered his housekeeper to find a famous teacher for his grandson.
The housekeeper searched all over Linzi, and all the famous people went to Han.
The butler returned empty-handed, and the veteran was a little unhappy.
He wanted the best for everything for his grandson, including his enlightenment.
He gave the housekeeper a military order, asking him to leave Linzi and not to return until he found a famous teacher.
The old general thought that he would be able to wait for the butler to return in two or three days, but he did not expect that he would have to wait for more than ten days.
Not only did all the famous scholars in Linzi leave Qi, but also those in Langya, Jiaodong, Sishui and other counties.
Two days later, the housekeeper who had traveled a thousand miles finally brought back the famous scholar who had not left Qi because of his sick mother.
The veteran was satisfied.
"Oh, a birdman is paired with a boy."
After so many days, no matter how indifferent the old man was, he knew that these bird people went to Han because of Ying Chengjiao's recruitment order.
In the vast territory of Qi, there is only one exception: Dicheng and its vicinity.
This is the territory of the three brothers Tian Dan, Tian Rong and Tian Heng.
The three men were members of the royal family of Qi. After Qi surrendered to Qin, they were demoted to commoners and lived in Di County to raise scholars, waiting for the right opportunity.
Dicheng was a very inconspicuous city in Qi and was not a big city, so it was not granted by the First Emperor.
Under the leadership of the three Tian brothers, the people here lived almost the same life as before the fall of Qi.
They used and learned Qi characters. The First Emperor's order to burn books, the law of holding books, the order to kill three people, and the order to enforce Qin laws throughout the country had nothing to do with Dicheng.
Tian family, a mansion courtyard.
There were falling leaves in the courtyard. Zhang Liang, who looked like a woman, was sitting on a stone bench, coughing continuously. When he covered his mouth with a handkerchief, there was obvious bloodstain on it.
He looked towards the direction of Korea, gritting his teeth.
"Occupy my Korea, tarnish my reputation, recruit heroes... King Qin, Chang'an, but if one of them survives, chaos will be difficult to start, and Korea will be difficult to recover!"
Chu land.
The culture here is unique, and the Chu area, where witch culture is prevalent, has no feelings about the news coming from the Han area.
The First Emperor granted fiefs to his ministers in order to bring peace to the world.
After such a long time, only a few of these meritorious officials whose territories were divided into Chu were able to carry out the orders of the First Emperor to the utmost.
The Chu people had their own unique pride. Their nobles and common people all believed in witches, worshipped fire and liked the color red.
Because it was too far away from Guanzhong, the Chu area rebelled and it was too difficult for Guanzhong to send troops to quell the rebellion.
Moreover, the complex terrain of Chu was too advantageous. Even the God of War Wang Jian needed 600,000 people to suppress the geographical advantages of Chu with human support. These heroes discovered this as soon as they arrived in Chu.
They did not have the military force of Wang Jian, nor did they have Guanzhong as their backing, so most of the meritorious officials who were granted titles in Chu adopted a conciliatory policy.
They have to consider their own lives. If the Chu people get angry, they will really risk their lives.
The farther away from Xianyang, the more difficult it would be to carry out the First Emperor's orders.
The government in Chu used simplified characters, but Chu characters were still the most common language among the people.
Most of the nobles in Chu scoffed at Ying Chengjiao's order to recruit talents.
Xiang Liang finally got rid of his eldest nephew and went to Yingdu in person to entertain the nobles of Chu in Yingdu.
During the banquet, everyone was talking and laughing. Xiang Liang commented on the recruitment order:
"A call for talented people, a call for talented people, it's about recruiting talented people, what does it have to do with us barbarians?"
After he finished speaking, the host and the guest looked at each other, laughed, clinked their glasses together, and drank the wine.
Just when Xiang Liang felt relieved and was planning how to implement the order of the First Emperor and let more people die in Chu to make the people of Chu more hostile to Qin.
A few days later.
"No one in the world is wiser than the people of Chu!"
A group of Chu people shouted slogans and marched out of Chu. They were going to Han to spread the witch culture of Chu and spread the glory of Donghuang Taiyi to the world.
This group of Chu people were from the local nobles, from the Jiang family with the surname Mi. Xiang Liang hosted a private banquet for Jiang He, the head of the Jiang family.
At the banquet, the two drank and talked happily.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes.
The chubby Xiang Liang smiled kindly, but his eyes revealed cunning, shrewdness and mercenary nature.
"Brother Jiang sent a capable person from his family to Korea, but what news did they get? If there is any profitable business, please tell Liang about it. If Liang is weak and can make a profit, 50% will be given to Brother Jiang."
Xiang Liang was the biological son of Xiang Yan, the Marquis of Wu'an of Chu. He often came to Yingdu and was very close to many aristocratic families, such as the Qu, Jing, and Zhao families. He also had a good relationship with the Jiang family.
Jiang He, with a red face, was not on guard against Xiang Liang. He picked up the wine jar and told the truth.
"My master wants me to send someone, how dare I not do it?"
