Chapter 243 Shuzi, its normal for words not to count.
Pa~
Gan Luo's hand hit Ying Chengyu's hand, and he hit the five glass beads on the hay laid in the cell, sinking them into the haystack.
Taking away the glass ball means compromise, and it means blocking the reform on behalf of the interests of the family.
Knocking down the glass ball means struggle, and it means fighting against the reform with Ying Chengyu.
This is very simple logic.
But when Ying Chengyu saw the scene in front of him, there was no trace of joy in his eyes.
Having seen all the human nature in people's hearts, he never believed that enlightenment or emotion could change a person's thinking and behavior for several years, or even ten years.
Just like his eldest nephew Ying Fusu, one scolding had no effect at all. He had to stay in Dazheng Palace for several months and experience repeated stimulation before he woke up.
"Brother, you are so boring."
Gan Luo looked at Ying Chengyu who had no emotion on his face, shook his head and said in disappointment.
His hands no longer trembled, and there was no excitement on his face, as if his actions and emotions just now were Ying Chengyu's hallucination.
He stepped barefoot on the hay and put on a pair of shoes placed beside the bed.
"What's there to say about those old things? Who was not frivolous when he was young? People always have to grow up and cannot always be immersed in the past. Just because of your few words, I will be moved to tears. I will give up what is within easy reach.
I am not that stupid to accompany you and make enemies of the world.
"Since you don't want the throne, you can just live an ignoble life in your Chang'an palace. Why do you have to go up to the top and give a speech? Qin can still dominate the world without you, so why do you have to participate in politics and do things that no one wants to see?
If you just stop here, I will let you go."
Gan Luo was calm and confident, as if he was not wearing prison uniform and behind bars at the moment.
Instead, he was wearing a splendid robe, sitting in the lobby of his Gan family and giving orders.
Ying Chengyu picked up the third glass bead on the ground. These glass beads, which were not beautiful and beautiful, reflected his inner frustration.
"That's it." Ying Chengyu whispered.
Not only was he talking about the matter at hand, but he was also talking about the brotherly love that once existed between the two of them.
"You think you've got me?"
Gan Luo walked up to Ying Chengyu and stood down, stepping on the fourth glass bead to prevent Ying Chengyu from picking it up.
"Most of the sources of your information are from the tower. I should have thought of it. No matter how impatient you are, you will not linger there every night without thinking of returning. If you use the information gathered from the tower to force me to death, what will the other aristocratic families think?
"
Crouching down with his knees bent, Gan Luo looked straight at Ying Chengyu. There was no fear of losing his life in his eyes, only the anticipation of seeing a good show unfold.
"Brother, do you think they will be afraid that you will use the same trick on them and cooperate with you, or will they be angered by you and join forces with the enemy to kill you?"
Ying Chengyu didn't hesitate, he really understood the urinary nature of this group of nobles.
"Of course you want to kill me. How can you, a bunch of bastards who think you are superior and don't treat people as human beings, allow a butcher's knife to be placed on your necks all the time?"
Gan Luo smiled happily and said: "Wow."
"Lift your feet."
Gan Luo jumped back while squatting.
Ying Chengyu picked up the fourth glass ball and wiped it hard on the black robe embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, wiping off all the dust that had been stained in the cell.
Straighten your knees and step towards the outside of the cell.
"Brother, I'm waiting for you!"
Gan Luo raised his neck and shouted, smiling happily.
I will die first, you will die last, and we two brothers will die together.
Those who change the law will die.
"Sometimes I really don't understand why you are not satisfied even though you have already taken up so many privileges. Gan Mao has made great contributions to the state of Qin. The Gan family has a wealth of money and a vast collection of books. Everyone is willing to teach him whether it is civil or military.
"What do those common people have? After my reform was successful, the knowledge and martial arts they acquired were all taught in the school, which was the basis. They did not have so many books, and they could not afford the high amount of money to study martial arts in depth.
"You said why you are on the same starting line as those civilians who have no merit in Qin, but you are not on the same starting line at all. You are too far ahead of them innately, and the gap between you is like the distance between heaven and earth.
"With such a big gap, why are you afraid that you can't compare with the common people? I made it very clear on the altar that I will not take away what you deserve. I just want you to work harder and make Qin more prosperous. This
Can’t even care?”
Ying Chengyu said as he walked, walked to the iron door of the cell and stood still. After saying this long sentence, he reached out to pull the iron door open.
"It can't be done." Gan Luo sat down on the hay and said: "The official positions of the Qin State belong to us. How come those civilians who only know how to wield hoes can take away the official positions that belong to us? You talk like this.
You want our family to cut off more than half of the flesh from your body, brother, why don’t you cut yourself off? Don’t you understand the principle of not doing to others what you don’t want others to do to you?”
Bang~
The iron door was thrown down with a loud noise.
Amidst this loud noise, Ying Chengyu's indifferent response came.
"I'm not a king."
Gan Luo keenly caught those four words from the loud noise, and his expression was stunned.
The smile spread from the corner of his mouth, getting bigger and bigger around his mouth, and then spread to his entire face.
"Hahahahahaha! Yes, you can be the king, but you are not the king! Hahahahahaha!"
Gan Luo beat the hay on the ground, and dry grass threads flew in the air. There were more than ten strands stuck to Gan Luo's hair, and they did not fall off as Gan Luo's body rose and fell.
With Gan Luo's current appearance, he could be thrown out of the Six Kingdoms to be a beggar if given a broken bowl, without any flaws.
Without realizing it, he hammered and slapped the hay on the ground hard, laughing so hard that he was out of breath, and he was even happier than the day he became the leader of the family.
"How does a noble family compare with a throne? You didn't cut off half of your body, you gave up your whole being! Even a saint can't do it! Hahahahaha!
"'Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you' cannot be applied to you. You should be 'strict to yourself and lenient to others'. After all, you are the king!"
Gan Luo laughed so hard that he stopped breathing. He lay on the haystack with his whole body bent like a shrimp, gasping for air, like a fish thrown ashore.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although it is a prison cell, the conditions here are better than those in most Qin officials' homes.
There is no disgusting smell of mold, smell, or dampness on the ground. There is only the fragrance of hay that has been sun-dried for a long time.
Gan Luo grabbed a handful of hay and stuffed it into his mouth to block his uncontrollable laughter and prevent it from spreading.
It was as if hay had pierced his mouth, tongue, mouth, and teeth. His smile became ferocious, and his eyes widened like a Yasha Shura.
His voice came through the cracks in the hay, a little mumbled, but enough for people to hear clearly.
"Those who change the law will not die well!"
The hatred in his eyes penetrated the nine heavens and broke through the nine netherworlds below.
Among the messy haystacks, there was a glass bead with a very poor shape, an uneven surface, and a mottled color, lying quietly among it.
On the glass beads, Gan Luo's face looks like an evil ghost.
This evil ghost has a delicate mind and became the prime minister at the age of nine. However, he failed to notice that Master Ying Chengyu had taken a glass bead, and he failed to realize that the last glass bead was quietly looking at him.
…
General Ying, who was traveling in a hurry, took dozens of Meng family generals and 50,000 Qin warriors, and arrived at Shangjun on a starry night journey.
He reined in his horse and stopped suddenly, standing in front of the Shangjun Gate. Facing the most important town in the northwest of Daqin, Ying Jianglu felt a surge of pride in his heart.
He held the riding crop in one hand and tightened the reins with the other, looking at Shangjun, which was rougher and simpler than Xianyang City, and the whole body was not blue brick but yellow earth.
The smile on his face came from his heart, and he said softly: "Maybe I will die here, under the bows and arrows of those Hun dogs, and trampled by the horses' hooves of those Hun dogs, but..."
Ying Jiang's lü clenched his heels on both sides of the horse, tapping the horse's belly lightly, and the war horse carried Ying Jiang's lü and kicked forward.
"This is my choice. There is no reason for the Ying family to die on a warm bed."
Whoosh~
An arrow struck from the top of Shangjun City and hit the ground ten feet in front of General Ying.
This is a warning, if you go any further you will die.
On the top of the city, there was a messenger with an extremely loud voice, shouting loudly, and the sound spread wildly in the wilderness.
"Everyone who comes has a name! Why are you here!"
General Ying reined his horse, looked up at the city tower, and smelled the yellow sand, which was different from the strictness of Xianyang and highlighted the bold and unrestrained atmosphere of Shangjun.
Angry and angry, he yelled: "Ying Jianglu, the third son of the First Emperor! Use the road to claim the fief! Call my eldest brother!"
"Third Young Master, wait a moment!"
After a while, Ying Fusu's figure flashed on the city gate tower.
Kakaka~
The south gate of Shangjun is wide open.
The first year of the First Emperor's reign.
October 12th.
The third son, General Ying, led 50,000 warriors to Shangjun and met Prince Ying Fusu. The two brothers talked happily.
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In Han, all the aristocratic families have been wiped out, and there is a short period of time where the people are the masters of the country.
As the court has not appointed new governors, county magistrates, county lieutenants, county magistrates, county magistrates, and county lieutenants, everything here is temporarily taken over by the Lu family chamber of commerce under the banner of Chang'an Lord.
Although there was a drought in Korea, the drought could be sustained with the food stored by the aristocratic families.
Before this riot, South Korea's economy and politics were in a very balanced state, with no shortcomings.
Therefore, after the Lu Chamber of Commerce took over the Korean land and distributed all the food, the Korean land recovered very quickly.
Within a month, the brothels reopened, concubines were hired, and the prostitutes swayed their bodies to solicit customers again.
Whether a region is developing well or not can best be seen in the local entertainment industry, because entertainment is a non-necessity and is used to spend time and find happiness.
If the entertainment industry is good, the development of the region will be good. Otherwise, how can people who don’t have enough to eat have the leisure to contribute to future generations?
Even if you have that thought, your body won't support it, and neither will your empty pocket.
In these days of recovery, a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wings was widely circulated in Korea. There was not much written on it - princes, generals and ministers would rather have their own kind.
These papers are divided into two types, some are green and some are yellow.
With Han as the center point, the Lu's Chamber of Commerce has branches all over the world. Except for Hangu Pass, no carriage of the Lu's Chamber of Commerce has entered. Qi, Chu, Yan and other places have fallen apart, and they all have carriages carrying eight big characters.
Businessman on the road.
These yellow papers and green papers with the words "Princes, generals and ministers would rather have their own kind" will fly for a while before they can be spread all over the world, and everyone will know it like Korea.
As these eight words spread, there was also the rumor that this statement was Zhang Liangxuanzhi's.
Of course, people in Han will not care about these eight words. Without the aristocratic family, what ordinary people care about most is not rebellion, but eating.
Before the most basic demands of staying alive and having enough to eat are met, the people of Korea will not have the ambition to develop their power and become princes and generals.
Due to the prevailing "technical" style in Korea, which focuses on profit, there is no patriotism or identification with the late Korea.
In addition, the Korean family forced the common people to die. Within a month, every household was covered in silk clothes and shed tears, which cut off the few remaining memories of Korea.
After the Lu's Chamber of Commerce, which had been giving away profits, came to power, the Koreans, who had gained huge benefits, had a good impression of the Lu's Chamber of Commerce and the Chang'an Lord behind the Lu's Chamber of Commerce.
Yiyang, Xinzheng, Yewang.
Marketplaces, brothels, casinos.
Such words can be heard in every city and county in Korea and in every place.
"It would be great if the Lu Chamber of Commerce could continue to manage it. I hope we can give it to Lord Chang'an as a fief."
"This period of time is really the most comfortable time I have ever lived. It is more beautiful than the time of the King and the Zhang family."
"I don't know how long such good days can last..."
"..."
In this case, all the cities in Korea will be on the 17th day of the 10th month.
Funded by the Lu Chamber of Commerce, a school was opened in the busiest place in the city - Chang'an School.
Han Dynasty is different from Qin Kingdom. Han Dynasty does not have Qin laws, nor does it have farming and war policies.
People can engage in all walks of life, and reading is naturally not prohibited.
What restricts Korean people from reading is the monopoly of the aristocracy and the high price of books.
In ancient times before paper and movable type printing, every book was copied by hand.
When Chang'an Academy printed countless books on paper, it opened up hundreds of books that were originally exclusive to nobles and aristocratic families.
When the common people could borrow and watch it by spending only a small amount of money and rice noodles, Ying Chenglong's reputation reached its highest at this moment.
Lu Buwei originally wanted to give it as a free gift.
But Ying Chengyu firmly refused, as his words would not be cherished if they were free.
Books are only borrowed, not given, or sold. Things that are limited in time are the best and will be cherished.
Lu Buwei understood everything and sighed that Ying Chengyu was thoughtful and as wise as a demon. Before leaving, he followed Ying Chengyu's request.
As expected, the borrowing wave in Korea is in full swing.
In this era, the people who should have lived their lives in ignorance were forced to open the tree of wisdom by Ying Chengyu, a time traveler.
The First Emperor said that he would not allow people to develop their wisdom, but wanted to see the results of the seven northwest counties. Ying Chengyu agreed.
Then Ying Chengyu turned around and killed the Han family, and used movable type printing in Han, and paper greatly opened up the people's wisdom.
Well, Shuzi, it’s normal for words not to count.
But there was actually one thing about the changes in Han that was not part of Ying Chengyu's plan, and that was the name of the school.
Ying Chengyu named it Da Qin Academy and built it in the name of the First Emperor. He wanted to focus people's hearts on the First Emperor.
But his Uncle Lu obviously didn't think so.
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Chang'an Junfu.
Ying Chengyu kicked over Lu Buwei's fishing rod and was furious.
"Who asked you to manage Korea in my name and build a school with my title!"