Eight Thousand Iron Buddha at the Start, Please Make Concessions to the First Emperor!

As a large amount of cement was fired, truckloads of mixed cement ash began to be transported to the nearby Efang Palace along with bluestone bricks.

The emergence of this new construction method of cement and blue bricks completely subverted the three views of the corvée!

"This... this gray mud, how hard can it be after it's dried?"

"My God, this is also much faster than the construction of the rammed earth wall?"

"Fantastic! This is definitely a fetish! With this we can go home earlier!"

"Great! God opened his eyes, God opened his eyes!"

"We don't have to hammer the wall again... woo woo"

"Hey... it would be nice if my brother could see the cement too."

Some of the corvée were amazed, some were ecstatic, and some were sad.

But in general, the appearance of cement has sparked a glimmer of hope in the hearts of all the corvée.

And the words of the supervisors made their hopes completely revived.

"Your Majesty has an order that all the corvés do the finishing touches on their current work, and then they can pack up and prepare to return home!"

! ! !

"I... did I hear it right?"

"I think I heard it too."

"Rebel! You heard right, we can go home! We can go home!"

"Great! I can go home!"

"It must be because of the cement. Long live your majesty! Long live the cement!"

"Finally waited for this day, mother, the baby is coming back!"

"Fat, wait for me!"

The whole Afang turned into a sea of ​​joy.

And more cement is also being fired and sent to the northern frontier at the same time.

The news that Daqin was about to cut down the corvée spread like the wind.

For a time, all the people were wide-eyed.

Since the founding of the Qin Dynasty in recent years, corvée and taxation have continued unabated.

Never thought.

How long has this second emperor just ascended the throne? Then came the news of the reduction of corvée.

Is it possible...

Just when the people began to doubt whether Da Qin's rule would become less oppressive after the second emperor ascended the throne.

Discordant voices reappeared everywhere.

"The second emperor has just ascended the throne. This is just one of the means to appease the people's hearts and stabilize the rule. When the foundation is stable, the corvée will be aggravated again."

For a while, similar words began to spread.

Even a lot of people who have a heart and those who consciously know a lot, still explain the truth.

"With so many projects in Daqin, who will do it if the corvée is cut?"

"How can a teenage new emperor solve a problem that the first emperor has not solved?"

"The exchange of food shows that the new emperor's mind is not yet mature. This move must be taken out by the traitor behind him to temporarily stabilize the people."

Similar words abound.

The situation in Xianyang City and its surroundings is better.

After all, the people here have witnessed the scene of Lishan Fengshan with their own eyes.

There were also a lot less people who wentssip and fanned the flames after that.

It's just that the news is blocked during this period, and the situation has not improved much in further places.

House seemingly endless rain.

At a time when all parts of Da Qin are disturbed by people with intentions.

Bad news came from Yingchuan and Sishui counties again!

The heavy rain for half a month directly destroyed the fruits of labor of the people of the two counties for months.

A large number of soon-to-ripe bean beans soaked in water and died.

The food that the people depended on for a living... is gone!

Looking at the little stock left in the house, and the bean seedlings soaked in the puddle and rotten into pieces.

The eyes of all the people were full of despair.

they know.

A great famine is coming!

...

"Your Majesty! Something is wrong!"

Looking at Meng Yi's panicked look, Zhao Tuo put down his pen and asked in a deep voice, "Meng Shangqing, but what about Yingchuan and Sishui County?"

"Exactly!"

"As Your Majesty expected, the bean curd harvests in the two counties were basically damaged due to the heavy rains for the past few days."

"Now that there is not much food left in the hands of the people, if there is no accident, I am afraid that within seven days, there will be a famine!"

Hearing Meng Yi's words, Zhao Tuo nodded slightly.

"I have passed the decree that the prepared old grain and bad grain will be transported to the two counties immediately."

"Follow first!"

"Lord."

Hearing Zhao Tuo's call, Lu Bu strode into the hall.

"You personally bring a thousand Buddha troops and escort food and grass."

"As ordered!"

Seeing that Zhao Tuo called Lu Bu directly and sent a thousand Buddha troops, Meng Yi was a little confused.

"Your Majesty, it's just to transport food and grass. Besides, this car is still full of old grain and scum. Why should General Fengxian and the Buddha Army go out?"

In Meng Yi's view.

Lu Bu and these Eight Thousand Iron Buddhas are Zhao Tuo's trump cards.

The fighting power is unparalleled and terrifying.

However, today they sent them to escort the food and grass, why would you use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?

Facing Meng Yi's doubts, Zhao Tuo took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "If there is no accident, this time the grain and grass delivery process will never go smoothly."

...

"Boom..."

As the city gate opened, the earth shook slightly.

A large convoy full of food and grass left Xianyang under the protection of the heavily armed Buddha army.

At the same time, the news of the impending famine in Yingchuan and Sishui counties also spread to the passing counties and villages with the departure of the relief convoy.

Sanchuan County is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with large rivers flowing through it, and the weather is good.

It is one of the most prosperous counties in Daqin.

Food production remains high.

The richness of a place can be seen not only in the living standards of the people, but also in its academic atmosphere.

At this time, in the entire county town of Sanchuan County, a large number of Confucian scholars gathered in a rather imposing courtyard.

It's just that what they are discussing at this time is not Confucian scholarship...

"Teacher, the court's actions this time are simply... simply..."

"Yeah, helping the victims with old grain and chaff, it hurts the peace!"

"Those treacherous officials are absolutely useless! Those old grains are all for the animals to eat, but they have to send them to the victims, where is their conscience?"

"Especially those grains were confiscated from our Sanchuan and other prefectures, and they were replaced with old grains and chaff, these corrupt officials, change to kill!"

"Hmph, in my opinion, this second emperor's enthronement is not as good as the original first emperor, at least the world will not be so messy."

The courtyard is full of Confucian people, and there are no scruples in the words of all the people.

One by one to explain righteous indignation.

And the old man who was sitting at the front and was called a teacher by everyone was extremely indignant at this time.

An old face full of folds was flushed with anger.

"Although I and other scholars are powerless, I can't let these corrupt officials do whatever they want!"

"Today, my Confucian people will stand up and speak for the people!"

"Who is willing to go with the teacher?"

"I do!"

"I would too!"

"Teacher, I support you."

"Count me in."

...

The old man's voice fell, and the Confucian people in the courtyard agreed.

Immediately, under the leadership of the old man, everyone rushed out of the courtyard and went straight to the outside of the city, heading towards the only way for the food and forage convoy...*