This is Fengshen, what's the use of hard work

Chapter 1 I, Di Xin, work hard!
Song.

The depths of the royal palace where civilians are forbidden to enter.

Whoa!

There was the sound of broken porcelain, followed by the crisp cry of a delicate oriole.

"Notify the witch doctor quickly, the king is awake!"

at this time.

On the bed, a gentle and elegant young man opened his eyes tiredly and let out a long breath.

"Hey, I'm tired again."

Back then, he had the physique of changing the joists and changing the pillars, but it is a pity that after he succeeded to the throne six years ago, he dealt with state affairs all day long. .

In fact, he is a time traveler.

Traveled to the Shang Dynasty more than ten years ago and became the subjugated king of the Yin and Shang Dynasties——Emperor Xin Zishou.

Moreover, there is no system!
What a sinkhole start.

However, Zi Shou is not a character who just sits and waits to die. He has passed through, and he still doesn't make some contributions to human beings?

For the next ten years.

In order to resist the fate of subjugation and genocide, he worked hard to make arrangements before taking the throne, and worked hard to govern after he took the throne.

Behind him is the assistant of Grand Master Wen, the favor of Emperor Yi, and the father-in-law Dongbohou. In the ten years before he succeeded to the throne, he had accumulated great prestige in the name of King Shou, and after he succeeded, he was even more famous among officials. Support, as a new youth in the 21st century, with this superimposed halo, it is too easy to deal with a group of courtiers thousands of years ago.

Now, he has become the eternal sage in the hearts of civil and military officials, common people in Liming, and concubines in the harem.

At this time, a woman dressed in yellow stood respectfully by the bed, holding a medicine pot in her hand, her pretty melon-seeded face was full of tears.

This woman with stunning eyes is his queen.

Queen Jiang, Jiang Wenying.

"How long have I slept?"

Zishou twisted his neck, and made up his mind not to stay up all night. Before the death of other countries, people died suddenly.

"Your Majesty, you have been in a coma for three days."

The woman quickly put down the soup and medicine, wiped her tears, and walked behind Zi Shou to help him rub his shoulders.

Zishou Fu said:
"Queen, you are the mother of a country, don't cry all the time, haven't you ever heard that a daughter doesn't shed tears easily?"

Jiang Wenying froze for a moment, shook her head, and said:
"My concubine has only heard that women are made of water, and tears can water flowers, so why not shed a few drops?"

After finishing speaking, she cooled the decoction and brought it to Zishou's mouth, saying:

"Your Majesty, please rest for a few more days."

"This is the medicine soup that the witch doctor made for you, drink it while it's hot."

"After drinking, my concubine will serve you to bed at night."

The corner of Zi Shou's mouth twitched when he heard the words, he really couldn't speak nonsense, people who didn't understand thought there was something wrong with the medicine.

In fact, it is a medicine for nourishing one's health. He almost vomited from drinking this medicine. Zi Shou waved his hand helplessly and said:

"Put down the medicine first, let the guards summon Shang Rong to see me."

"The agricultural development plan he is responsible for promoting, counting the time, it is almost over."

Jiang Wenying heard the words, sighed, turned and left.

She knew that in her husband's heart, he pretended to be the world.

Now the big merchants serve guests from all over the world, the four barbarians pay tribute, the country is peaceful, and the people work happily.

All of this is due to your husband.

This kind of feat, no matter who it is, will be proud of it.

however.

The husband's eyes, in the past six months, are like a deep ancient well with no end in sight.

It's like, there is a big mountain that will always weigh on his heart.

I don't even have the energy to make a baby.

"Go, Your Majesty has an order to call old Prime Minister Shang Rong to see you."

Jiang Wenying left the dormitory, immediately restored her usual majesty, and ordered a guard to summon Shang Rong.

She turned around and left, went straight to the east kitchen of the palace, and ordered the chef to cook a pot of pheasant soup.

The king tried his best to heal his body, and she tried her best to replenish his body!

Heirs are the foundation of a prosperous dynasty!
husband.

This pheasant soup is Peng Zu's secret recipe.

Jiang Wenying clenched her fists!

……

A stick of incense time.

"Dengdengdeng!"

Outside Shouxian Palace, footsteps sounded.

"Your Majesty, old minister Shang Rong greets you!"

Zi Shou had just finished drinking the decoction with his nose pinched, when an upright old voice came from outside the door.

This old man runs quite fast.

Zi Shou just wanted to get up to meet him, but unfortunately his body was a little weak, so he could only shake his head helplessly and said:

"Prime Minister, please come in."

As soon as Zishou finished speaking, an old man with white beard and hair in official uniform came in holding a stack of booklets.

As soon as he entered the door, Shang Rong saw Zi Shou's bloodless face, hurriedly put the booklet on the Bafang table, bowed and saluted, and said sadly:

"The humble minister is incompetent, and the king is troubled!"

"My lord, punish me!"

Zishou stroked his forehead, it's fine for a woman to cry, why are you crying for an old thing, won't it dirty my eyes?

He pouted angrily:
"Get up quickly, you are in your seventies and eighties, and your bones are almost dry."

"Nowadays, civil and military officials, you have the heaviest burden. If you fall, who can share the world's community for Gu."

What Zishou said casually, did not expect to make Shang Rong's snot and tears come out.

He burst into tears immediately, wishing he could go to hell for his son.

"Your Majesty, at the court, Wen Youbigan, Weiziqi, Jizi, Boyi, Shuqi, Wu Youwen, Grand Master, and General Huang are intimidating all directions.

The veteran is nothing but the dead bones in the tomb, how dare he take credit for it. "

"Okay, okay, let's talk about the progress."

Zishou quickly interrupted.

After being touched, Shang Rong said with a straight face:
"My lord, the various agricultural facilities, tools, and guidance techniques you created have all been extended to our Dashang territory. The priority pilots in Jizhou, Xuzhou and other places have been quite effective. With waterwheels and open channels, the dry land is no longer Water is scarce; flooded land can also release floods quickly."

"However, there are still a few places that are still being implemented because of the ignorance of the people..."

Zishou nodded.

It is inevitable that any policy will encounter some obstacles.

In the pre-Qin period, it was much easier to promote policies.

"The prime minister has done a good job, but you still can't slack off."

"This is only our first five-year plan for agricultural development, there is only a second, a third..."

"At that time, my great merchants will no longer beg the gods for a drop of rain, but rely on their own hands to divert water for irrigation."

Hearing Zishou's words, Shang Rong's heart was surging.

He quietly wiped away his tears, stood up, bowed his body, hesitated for a while, and couldn't help asking:
"Your Majesty, now that I am in business, it is an unprecedented grand occasion."

"The princes of the four directions and the barbarians of the eight directions are like stars and bright moons compared to our great merchant. As long as the king gives an order, the land of Kyushu will be included in the territory of the great merchant."

"You perfected the 24 solar terms to control agriculture and mulberry, and made clocks to set the time to educate the human race. You even made paper, printing, and even gunpowder to control the power of thunder!"

"You build the Great Commercial Straight Road, connect the Wanli Canal, and connect the world as one."

"Every animal in this world is thriving, and peace has been established for a long time! Your achievements can catch up with the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and shock you for thousands of years. Why are you still so worried and exhausted?"

"This time, your royal body was injured and you lay down for half a year, which frightened the old minister."

"The old minister really doesn't understand."

At the end of Shang Shou's speech, he burst into tears.

Zishou took a sip of the nourishing soup, and was taken aback when he heard Shang Rong's cry.

did not expect.

This upright old official who crashed and died under the steps of the Nine Palaces is also quite good at flattering.

This rainbow fart slapped tearfully, very standard.

"Have I been this successful?"

Zishou sighed.

In order to save Da Shang's life, and to keep himself alive, he tried his best and emptied himself.

Oil, black powder, clocks, straight roads, and post stations have all been produced.

Recently, advanced irrigation and waterlogging prevention facilities have been vigorously promoted in Dashang.

This plan was called Dashang's first agricultural development plan by him, also known as the Nanniwan Plan.

Shang Rong is the general manager of Nanniwan.

In recent years, the old man in his 70s has been running around. It was not until recently that the Nanniwan project was basically over, and he returned to Chaoge to return to his mission.

in fact.

He didn't want to fight like this.

Is Chi Lin unhappy with wine and meat?
He also wants to watch the demon fox dance in the neon clothes and feathers, and he also wants not to ask about state affairs, so the king will not go to court early!
Zishou drank the big tonic soup in his hand in one gulp.

Just a pity.

This is the world of Conferred Gods, not the time and space of history!

At first, he also thought that this was the Yin and Shang era, and he dreamed of an emperor who conquered Aryan, conquered the Nile River, and ruled the world.

When the national power is strong and the court is stable, you can learn how the emperors of the Ming Dynasty lay down.

It wasn't until half a year ago that he saw with his own eyes the grand master Wen's celestial eyes opened to destroy evil spirits; Huang Feihu stepped on the five-colored bull and rose into the air, and immediately collapsed to the ground, his mentality collapsed.

This is Fengshen, what's the use of working hard?

In the world controlled by gods, even if he dominates the world, he still cannot control his own destiny.

He knew what happened to Feng Mysterious Xin, and he couldn't escape the calculations of the gods.

At that time, he will be bewitched by the fox demon, entrap Zhongliang, kill his wife and punish his son, and finally end up with a tragic end of betraying his relatives and setting himself on fire in the Star Tower.

……

from that day on.

He gave up on himself in the harem for seven days, but still couldn't bear to see more than ten years of hard work go to waste.

Getting up from the gentle village, he decided to use his mortal body to resist the gods.

He racked his brains to get out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, trying to verify whether the passage of meritorious deeds in the online article is feasible.

It's a pity that there is no purple air coming from the east, and there is no golden cloud of merit for tens of miles.

The jokes about making a piece of paper and digging into a fire can bring merit and virtue, and ascend to heaven in one step are all fake.

He revealed to Wen Zhong his idea of ​​cultivating immortals, and wanted Wen Zhong to call some big bosses who stopped teaching to come over and give him some advice.

However, when the old master heard the words, he drew out the male and female whips and said to him:

"After the five emperors, human kings are not allowed to practice."

"Once practiced, it will bring disaster to the entire dynasty."

"This is the iron law set by the Three Emperors and Five Emperors."

Zishou was not reconciled, and secretly found many practitioners who were officials in the court, but unfortunately they all got the same explanation.

Merit cannot be sanctified.

Monarchs cannot practice.

The secrets hidden in Fengshen are far more than the legends he knows.

After trying to practice but failed, Zi Shou did not give up, he began to think hard about other ways.

Finally one day, he uttered a sentence from Wen Zhong's mouth.

"Your Majesty has the protection of the fortune of the country, and the gods retreat. Why do you think about practicing all day long?"

Zishou suddenly remembered that he had a natural BUFF—National Luck!
The gods and gods avoid those who are blessed with national luck and cannot get close.

In the original timeline, Emperor Xin wrote obscene poems to blaspheme Nvwa, but Nvwa didn't dare to punish her directly.

It can be seen that as long as he has no women in his heart, National Fortune is almost an invincible defense.

From that day on, Zishou redoubled his efforts to rule and racked his brains to improve the national power!
One after another, the whole country is promoted!
what?
Did the nobles resist?
And wishing witches to deceive people?

With my foolish and loyal Grand Master Wen Zhong here, everything will be chopped off!

Resistance to reform is regicide and usurpation!

Only when the great business is strong and the fortune is prosperous, can he feel at ease.

With the fate of the great merchant and the country still alive, the cultivators of immortals would not dare to attack him!

of course!

It is not enough to just enhance the national luck!
He also made many layouts within his ability for Fengshen.

For example, the Beihai rebellion, the fragrance of Nuwa's palace, and Su Hu's anti-business are key nodes that are about to happen.

He pulled Wen Zhong together to plan secretly.

Fortunately, Wen Zhong is absolutely foolish and loyal. If Zishou asked him to lead his troops to burn down the Grand Master's Mansion, he would set it on fire without hesitation, and he didn't ask the reason.

……

However, Zi Shou knew in his heart that this was just a stopgap measure.

He sighed, shook his head, looking at Shang Rong's back with cold sweat, thinking that he had said something wrong.

My heart skipped a beat.

Zishou counted the days.

It is now the sixth year of Emperor Xin.

It is still a year before the princes of the Seventy Routes of Beihai rebelled and heard that the grand master was marching north.

Emperor Xin seven years.

The incense falling from the shady Nuwa Palace will be the prelude to the decline of this empire!
At the same time, Honghuang's fourth calamity was measured, and the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods officially began.

He is an emperor with three thousand beauties in the harem, how could he have lust for a clay elephant?
Among them, it is strange that there is no black hand.

This is also the place he couldn't figure out the most.

It stands to reason that he has the protection of national destiny, and he is not afraid of fairy magic and sorcery, so it is impossible for the fairy gods to touch him.

However, in the fixed number of the gods, King Zhou wrote obscene poems to blaspheme Nuwa, and it really happened.

It seems that those aloof gods have found a trick to deal with him.

The rhythm of Zishou's beating on the table became faster and faster, and the sweat on Shang Rong's head became more and more, and he regretted it in his heart.

Teach you a lot!

Teach you a lot!

Mouth!

Zishou didn't notice Shang Rong's abnormality, and heaved a long sigh.

The Nuwa Palace is the big stone that weighs on his heart.

Nuwa's birthday, if he goes.

He will definitely fall into conspiracy and trickery, and write obscene poems to blaspheme Nuwa.

At that time, Nuwa will be dragged into the water, and no matter how strong the Yin and Shang national powers are, they will not escape the fate of destruction.

If he doesn't go, he will be disrespectful to Nuwa.

I'm afraid that the nine-tailed fox will still come to Chaoge.

He was full of fear for this fox that broke Di Xin's national destiny.

No!

Zishou stood up suddenly, Shang Rong was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

He slapped the table hard!
If you want to control your own destiny, you can't just rely on hard work, and 007 will die suddenly every day!

He wants to fight the gods.

There is only one way!

Practice!

Master the power of killing gods and create weapons for killing gods!
"I must cultivate immortals!"

"There are so many great merchants who are cultivators of immortality. Believe it or not, no one is willing to speak up."

Zi Shou's eyes were firm, and he clenched his fists tightly!

Only when he is strong enough to kill the immortals and kill the gods can he find a ray of opportunity in the conspiracy of the Nuwa Palace.

"Ding!"

Just when he was pondering.

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice sounded.

Zishou was shocked.

system!

After more than ten years of waiting, Goldfinger is finally here?
Sure enough, the standard equipment for traversers, how could he not have it!

It seems that the system can only be awakened if the BUFF is established.

"Come on, tell me what's your use?"

Zishou continued to wait for the system's notification tone, but the quiet air answered him.

? ?
System crashed?
hum!
He was in a daze when suddenly a bright white light appeared, and the light absorbed his soul, making him feel that the world was collapsing, and time and space were shrinking, and then his soul was sucked away by this white light, and he entered a mysterious space.

He felt like his consciousness was being pushed by a steamroller, squeezed into this space, dizzy, and his whole body was not well.

After he regained consciousness, his vision gradually became clear, and a surprised voice sounded.

"Hey, welcome to the new inmate."

(End of this chapter)