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Dachun's heart was beating violently when he returned to the room, and he couldn't sleep no matter what he did. He fidgeted for a long time, and finally, he quietly left the room.

There is a small road behind his wing, which leads directly to the back of the small courtyard where the convict lives. At first he used to take this road to play with his eldest brother, Hei Fu. Later, when Hei Fu got married, he often took this shortcut to go to the house. The eldest sister-in-law delivers food.

Dachun stood quietly behind the house, and the house was dark and dim. Since the announcement of the curfew, the lights cannot be turned on at night.

In the quiet surroundings, one could hear forbearable panting and light exhortations coming from the window.

what are they doingDachun's palms were sweating, and he could distinguish Xuedi's soft exhortation in the dark.

This kind of voyeurism in the dark made him extremely excited. There was his favorite Xuedi in it. He had fantasized many times, and the good scene with Xuedi, but he did not catch up with the good time, because his Xuedi Already having fun with Yang Bing. Okay.

Suddenly I heard Brother Xue exclaiming: "It hurts..."

Yang Bing was out of breath, and said with a smile, "Say... I made you feel comfortable..."

Brother Xue snorted a few times in a high voice, exclaimed again, and then said anxiously: "Shu...comfortable..."

"Are you happy..."

"Cool... ah... take it easy..."

"Is it cool and comfortable?"

"Yes……"

"Wait for me after I wash it every night..." Yang Bing ordered.

Brother Xue yelled, gasping for breath.

When Dachun heard this, his nerves all tensed up, and the lower part was swollen and painful. He put his hand in, closed his eyes, and imagined that Brother Xue was saying the same thing to him, until the two inside shouted at the same time, and Dachun shivered. , also confessed.

The people in the house are done, and I can hear Yang Bing dressing and explaining things, why send someone to teach him how to weave tomorrow morning, why not let him go out of the yard easily, otherwise the tribe will attack him and kill him Not necessarily.

Yang Bing also said: "There are many men from the Yang clan in my Empress Xia, all of whom are skilled in martial arts. Regardless of age, the interests of the whole clan are tied together. Don't try to challenge their bottom line. They will allow you to stay. In this village, it's not easy, you can't step out of this yard, anyway, you should know yourself."

The criminal sat on the kang and answered.

After Dachun returned to the house, he kept tossing and turning, and did not fall asleep until the middle of the night. In his sleep, he dreamed that he was doing something indescribable with Xuedi.

On the second day, the old man's illness suddenly became critical. There was a malignant sore on his back, which was bleeding profusely. The doctor came to see him. The old man didn't have much time left.

Dachun stayed on Father's bed for a whole day, until it was dark, and the old man fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Bing came to see the old man, and exited the patriarch's room with Da Chun. Yang Bing and Da Chun discussed some trivial matters about the clan's internal affairs. gone?"

Da Chun: "..."

Yang Bing smiled and said: "Don't hide it from me. Although my legs and feet are not as good as you young people, I am not deaf yet. When I was working in the house last night, I heard you panting outside. Although it was very slight, I I did hear it."

Da Chun didn't come for no reason, and his expression was extremely unnatural.

Yang Bing said: "Nephew Xian, don't be ashamed. My Daqin people are civilized, and men and women are happy. It's a very common thing. It's just that my Xiahou Yang family lives in Weishan, and the people in the village have been simple and honest for decades. You can know that In Xianyang City, there are many men's houses, and the young men in them are engaged in this business."

Da Chun: "..."

"I know that nephew Xian has never got it, or if I give him a Mongolian medicine, he will be completely weak at that time, and he will be at the mercy of nephew Xian."

Dachun hurriedly said: "It's absolutely impossible, the relationship between me and Brother Xue is not what you think."

Yang Bing sighed: "I did it out of good intentions, just so that nephew Xian could get what he wanted, who knows that nephew Xian has other plans, nothing to do, I will go to him every night, if nephew Xian has special hobbies, I will Hide in a corner and listen, I will try to make the noise louder so that Nephew Xian can hear it clearly."

Da Chun blushed and said, "Stop talking, I'm going back to the house."

In addition to shaking his head, Yang Bing still shook his head and sighed secretly, but unfortunately, I took the initiative to strike first. If I had known, I would have struck later!But I've already succeeded, so naturally I can't let you go.After thinking about it, he rolled his eyes and went to the criminal's yard.

After another two days, the old man Yang finally couldn't make it through.

Dachun has been lying on the old man's bed to sleep, and the old man stayed up all day after dawn, and he took his last breath in the evening.

The sinner heard the crying and howling from the ancestral house, and knew that the old man Yang had gone.

That night, the ancestral house was very busy, and for two days in a row, Yang Bing was too busy to come to the courtyard.

The weather was so hot that the body could not be placed for the first seven days and had to be buried on the third day. It is said that it was buried in the ancestral grave in the shade of the back mountain. The sinner didn't even go to put incense in front of the old man Yang's wooden coffin because he couldn't go anywhere.

Dachun has been busy with his father's burial for the past few days, his eyes are red like a rabbit, and he is depressed all day long. He occasionally comes to sit with the sinner, but he only dares to come to sit during the day, because he is worried that meeting Yang Bing at night will be embarrassing.

But when Dachun came here, he just sat there without saying a word, and sometimes he didn't even take a sip of water, and was called to preside over the work again.

Weaving in the house is not as easy as working in the fields. Working in the fields is also divided into slack and busy farming. After busy work, you can read books and practice calligraphy for a few days.Weaving is very busy every day. After taking a shower in the morning, I have to sit in front of the loom.

After the family law was established, the slaves also knew the identity of the sinner. Of course, the slaves would not disclose this information to the outside world. After all, the slave's life is linked to the master's family. As long as the master's family suffers, it does not matter how big or small the crime is. , the slaves were all seated together.

The convict weaves until dark and finishes work every day. During the curfew period, it is forbidden to light lamps or burn fires at night. Fortunately, the moonlight is quite good these days.

Xiao Nu regularly brought meals every day, and he didn't dare to talk to the sinner, as if talking to him would be a disaster.

Dachun felt very tired after finishing his father's funeral. He went back to the house and sat there for a long time. For no reason, as if attracted by magnetic force, his legs couldn't move, and he walked towards the courtyard.

At night, the convict sat alone on the threshold looking at the moonlight in a daze, and suddenly heard someone push the door into the courtyard. Although he didn't see the person clearly, he knew who it was.

Dachun also came over and sat on the threshold, maybe the moonlight was too gentle, the two of them felt like reunion after a long absence.

"Brother Xue..."

"Um!?"

"Do you hate me? Do you hate Yangcun?"

The criminal shook his head silently.

"Brother Xue, as long as the curfew and strict lifting order are not lifted, it is safest to stay in Yangcun. I have a lot of helplessness, can you understand? I don't have time to accompany you every day now. After my father passed away, I have been living in the ancestral hall. I made an oath in front of the god card that I will serve Xiahou Yang's family for life, revitalize my family, and revive the family business. I know about you and Uncle Bing. These days, Uncle Bing will come to you at night, I know that too."

Sinner: "..."

"Don't ask me why I know, now I sleep on Dad's bed every night, I wake up when I hear a little movement, and then I can't fall asleep, I want to visit you, but I don't want to come in, I don't want to be with you He bumped into each other. I just stood outside your house, and when I heard his voice, I left. "

The sinner was silent, and said in a low voice: "Brother Chun, I often think, is Legalism better? Confucianism is better? Where does Yang Bing's goodness come from? It is bound by the rules of Yangcun and the laws of Daqin. He is kind. When he forced (female) me, he knew that he would not be prosecuted by the law, and if he was not bound by rules, he would be evil."

Dachun said: "Forced (female)? Brother Xue, you said forced (female)? Why aren't you willing?"

Sinner: "..."

"Actually, I was very angry when I bumped into what happened that day. Although you two have been on good terms for a long time, you have been hiding it from me. I can understand..."

The criminal interrupted him: "Slow, wait, what did you just say?"

"You have been hiding it from me, I can understand..."

"One more sentence."

"You two are getting better."

"Early!?"

"Brother Xue, I can understand your difficulties. You want to stay in Yangcun all the time, and you are worried that I will be unreliable, so you get along with him. Okay. I also saw the family opening method that night. He is indeed better than me. If it weren't for him Now, you may have been assassinated. Killed. Exterminated. I think he is actually quite good. He has helped me a lot these days. After my father passed away, I took over as the patriarch. I have cleared a lot of obstacles, and I think you should..."

"What should it be?"

"Should...should be more obedient, don't look at me like this. When I come outside your house at night, every time I hear...you two are happy. When you are good, you are scolding him. I don't think you should scold him now. He, you should obey him, after all, he is the talker, when I am not in Yangcun, he has the final say on all matters big and small, it will be hard for you to offend him."

The criminal gritted his teeth, looked up at the sky, and said after a long time, "So, you are here to be a lobbyist tonight?"

"Brother Xue, honest words are hard to hear. Don't be so stubborn. You have to bow your head when you are under the edge of the house. Now I often go out to the village to do business. If you offend him again, you will suffer."

The sinner sneered and said, "So? So every time he comes, I should kneel down to greet him, and then serve him comfortably, just to let him bring me more melons and fruits to eat?"

"Brother Xue, is the relationship between the three of us still as usual? When you are with him, I won't meet you face to face. When he is not, can I come?"

The sinner's eyes gleamed coldly, and the words he spoke were also very cold: "My father taught me that it's not scary to get used to the darkness, what's scary is defending the darkness. At that time, I didn't think this sentence was any different. Now, I understand Yes, I just think that you are very pitiful."

Dachun said: "Brother Xue, I am not pitiful, my heart for you will not change, as long as you give me time, I will become stronger, if you don't like him, I will help you deal with him, but not now , and now, you can only live better if you obey him."

The sinner said blankly, "You can go."

Dachun wanted to say something, but the criminal had already ignored him.

It’s not scary to get used to the darkness, what’s scary is defending the darkness.

This sentence kept echoing in Dachun's head. Dachun could understand that Xuedi was annoyed at him, and knew what Xuedi wanted to express.

He doesn't regret what he said that night. He insists that people have to bow their heads when they are under the eaves. King Goujian of Yue suffered the same fate as his younger brother Yangcun when he was humiliated. what is the difference?In fact, it's all the same. He feels that he will have to do Xuedi's work again next time. He knows that Xuedi has a tough temper, and this kind of temper that would rather bend than bend is very disadvantageous.

Yang Bing went to the small courtyard at a fixed time every night. Dachun knew Yang Bing's habit, so he went back to the room, sat for a while, and then set off from the back to the back of the house.

Dachun couldn't explain why he behaved so weirdly. He felt that what he could convince himself was that he cared about Xuedi very much, and he wanted to know whether Xuedi would be bullied by Yang Bing.

Through the open window, Yang Bing could be heard shouting and straining.

Brother Xue scolded while panting: "Old guy, how long are you going to do it... I can't take it anymore..."

Yang Bing said: "Do you know how I got the nickname Tiger? It's not that I kill people like a tiger, but I live like a tiger in bed."

Brother Xue shouted again: "It hurts, it hurts... Ouch..."

Yang Bing looked very proud: "Uncle knows all kinds of poses, and Uncle likes to light big candles for the little boy..."

Brother Xue scolded: "Pervert... Shameless old man..."

Yang Bing exerted his strength fiercely, and he could hear a series of urgent cries from Brother Xue.

"Is uncle very brave!? Is uncle a fierce tiger!? Say..."

Brother Xue hurriedly said: "It's a tiger, stop, stop, extremely brave, stop quickly, stop, I can't take it anymore."

Yang Bingcui said: "I need to clean up..."

Dachun listened all the time, and when both of them were trembling on the kang, he began to tremble too.

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The corners of the mouths of the uncles who lived in the ancestral house in Yangcun began to blister. Everyone in the clan was very anxious. The poisonous sun had been in the sun for [-] days, and there was no sign of rain.Cracks have already begun to appear in the wheat stubble field, and the Tianzihao land is still like this, and the rest of the cultivated land can be imagined.

Due to the lifting of the martial law, the young men of Yangcun did not go hunting again. The biggest leisure during the day was sitting in the shade of trees, drinking tea and playing chess, while the women sat in the house and cleaned.

Dachun goes to the temple next to the three villages every day just to pray for rain.

Da Chun was not the only one who went to the temple to pray for rain. The village chiefs and patriarchs of neighboring villages gathered here every day, kneeling for most of the day.

Village heads and patriarchs also have to use passwords to enter and leave, and each village has different passwords every day. If you go to the wrong village and fail to answer, you will be whipped.

Dachun went to the temple to pray for rain, and was able to exchange news with the village chiefs and patriarchs.

The farming gentry, who rely on God to reward them for food, have no other choice but to pray to God.

Dachun rode a mule, wore a bamboo hat, and traveled alone. It took about three hours to go to and from the temple, and then he knelt and begged for a long time. The whole day was spent on it.

He always set off after eating the morning food, passed by Xuedi's house, took a look, saw Xuedi sitting in front of the loom, and then left with confidence.When I returned to the village, it was already dark, and I passed Xuedi’s house, and saw Xuedi still sitting there in the same posture weaving, so I went back to the ancestral house for dinner.

That night, Dachun handed the big empty bowl to Xiaonu, and was about to order some food for tomorrow, when Yang Bing walked to the door of the firewood room and coughed lightly, Xiaonu was clever, knowing that the owner was hinting him to quit , Kowtowed and slipped away.

Yang Bing walked up to Dachun, looked left and right and saw no one around, approached and said, "Nephew Xian, I know you are very busy going to pray for rain every day, there is something, I have thought twice and prepared to tell you... "

Da Chun asked him what happened?

"I want Nephew Xian to speak for me. Let him take the initiative to apologize to me for what happened last night. It's okay to make a small noise, but he hit me first. My patience is limited. Wait I'm bored, so I'll take him to Xianyang City and sell him to the men's hall."

Da Chun: "..."

After dark, there are no recreational activities, and the sinner can only sit in the yard and watch the moon.

Dachun stepped into this courtyard again, and the first sentence he opened his mouth was to question.

"I heard that you beat him. I'll come and see. Why did you beat him? Why do you always have trouble with him?"

The criminal still looked up at the sky, not looking at Dachun.

Dachun put a soft tone: "Brother Xue, can you go and apologize to him? He said that as long as you admit your mistake, he will ignore it. If not, he will put you in a cargo and transport it to Xianyang City Sell ​​it to the men's hall."

The sinner looked as usual, he didn't care and said: "Okay!"

"Brother Xue, don't act arrogantly. King Goujian of Yue can survive hard work, why can't you? I always thought that Brother Xue is a man of temperament, who can stretch and shrink, but I was wrong."

The sinner was silent, got up and patted his clothes and said, "Let's go..."

Da Chun: "..."

"Didn't you tell me to apologize in person? I'll go with you, let's go..."

Da Chun: "..."

Laughter came from outside the courtyard, Yang Bing walked in in a good mood, obviously he had listened to what the two of them had said.

Yang Bing went to the courtyard, sat on the wooden chair with a golden knife and a horse, and looked at the criminal with a smile.

The criminal took a deep breath and said, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have hit you."

Da Chun: "..."

Yang C: "This is the first time this old man admits his mistake like this."

The criminal took another deep breath, knelt down and said, "It was my fault, I shouldn't have hit you."

Yang Bing neither helped him nor called him to get up, and said with a cold face: "Remember, the old man will not spoil you forever, the old man will not spoil you forever. Now that the old man still doesn't dislike you, you should always be grateful." Germany bows his knees, only in this way, the old man will miss you for a while."

The sinner said: "Understood."

Yang Bing stood up, swaggered out of the yard, and walked away.

Da Chun's heart ached to the point of breaking, and he bent down to help him up.

The criminal said suddenly, "Every time... he does everything... to force me to submit... I'm like a dog now... I feel... I'm like a dog now..."

Dachun heard that his voice was not right after he said it, and touched his cheek with both hands, it turned out to be tears.

The tears were like boiling oil, scalding Dachun's heart.

The sinner sniffed and quickly wiped away the tears on the back of his hand. He looked up at the sky, held up three fingers, and swore.

"I, hereby swear, from now on, only blood will be shed, not tears. If the oath is violated, especially this chair." Yan Bi slashed with a knife, and the wooden plank on the bench snapped.

Da Chun: "..."

The criminal stood up and patted his knees, and continued to sit on the threshold to look at the moon.

Da Chun: "..."

Life goes on, without rain for sixty days, and sadder news arrives.

Grain collection this year is the same as in previous years.

The pot exploded in the ancestral house, and the uncles were so angry that they slapped the table and cursed, swearing all the foul language.

This is not food collection, it is fatal.

The harvest of summer grain is halved, and there is no rain for [-] days. I don't know if the autumn grain can be planted. If there is no rain in a few days, the harvest of autumn grain will only fail.

The halved summer grain will last until next year, and there is nothing left, so where can I hand over the surplus grain?They were also collected according to the amount last year, and all of them would have to starve to death.

Da Chun said, "I want something."

Yang Bing's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Dachun: "The tyrannical government is fiercer than the tiger! This year's locust plague has wiped out ten counties and eight townships nearby. It is good that our Yangcun's harvest has been reduced by half, and some townships have reduced their production by [-]%. We know about it, but the officials protect each other and don’t report it. The King of Qin doesn’t even know that we have been hit by a disaster, and he has to collect food according to a good year, which is trying to force people to death.”

Uncle Ding asked anxiously: "Then what do you want to make trouble? Rebellion?"

Dachun: "I want to write a chicken feather letter and gather the men from the nearby villages to make a fuss together. If there is no food, there is a terrible thing. If you want to collect food according to the harvest year, you will throw all the farm tools to the county magistrate, and everyone will stop farming. , see how he cultivates the land, and see how he collects grain next year."

Yang C: "..."

Dachun just wrote: Tyranny is fiercer than a tiger!Xing, the people suffer!Death, the people suffer!In a disaster year, food is collected according to a good year...

The words were written on a strip of cloth, rolled up, and stuffed into a thin bamboo tube. Three gray chicken feathers were glued to the bamboo tube, and the ends of the chicken feathers were smeared with chicken blood.

In this way, when Dachun went to the temple to pray for rain, he brought the written letter with chicken feathers, and when he knelt down with the village leaders to pray for rain, he passed the letter out.

The leaders of the small villages went home in the evening and summoned the people to circulate this letter.

Farming gentry and natural villages responded one after another. They all thought of something, and only needed an order. At this time, seeing the content of the chicken feather letter, they were full of confidence. They must ask for an explanation, whether they want food or not.

When they went to the temple again to pray for rain, the village chiefs and patriarchs met, and all Dachun gave a promise. Headed by the Xiahou Yang family, they just waited for the cup to be thrown and set off together.

Although the criminal sat in the house weaving all day long, and his range of activities did not go beyond the small courtyard, he could still feel something different. The young man of Yangcun ran up and down in front of his small courtyard with a farmer's hand in his hand, his eyes hard to hide. passion.

Yang Bing ordered two strong men to use poles to lift the heaviest horse-dismounting stone in the ancestral house. It is said that this stone was uncarved, and it was born to look like a dismounting stone. It was placed outside the ancestral home years ago.

Now, in the yard of sinners.

The strong man carrying the stone put down the boulder and left. Uncle Bing took out a three-foot-long iron chain with the thickness of his thumb, and tied one end in the stone hole and the other end on the criminal's ankle.

The sinner wondered: "What are you doing? I won't leave this yard. Are you afraid that I will escape?"

Yang Bing admired it for a while: "Do you know why I haven't come to you for a few days? Dachun is preparing for a big event, and I'm waiting for him to do that big event." He leaned over and whispered: "Tonight After dark, all the men in the nearby ten miles and eight townships will set off, and at dawn tomorrow morning, they will arrive at the county magistrate's mansion, and Dachun will raise an uprising and call everyone to fight against the grain requisition."

The criminal's expression changed: "..."

"I'm worried that you will run away in chaos tonight. You also know how Qin Lv dealt with the mob. Leaders were cut in half, followers were whipped. Dachun is too impulsive, and there will never be a return. From then on, you are I'm alone, no one is watching, and when the time comes, we can play however we want."

Sinner: "..."

That night, everyone worshiped the ancestral tablet in the ancestral hall, then made a toast to the divine bird lady, raised their heads and drank it dry, smashed their cups, and set off.

Each of them held a piece of agricultural equipment in their hands, such as nail palladium, danpian, pear head, etc., and drove on the starry night, walking in the direction of the county magistrate's mansion with one foot high and one foot low under the moonlight.

A large number of people also poured out at the intersections of neighboring villages, and the people coming out of each road gradually gathered into groups.

If you ask if you are afraid in your heart, at first there was, but as the number of people increases, you will no longer be afraid, but will be more courageous.

The dry plants on the ground were trampled into dregs, the pu tuan in front of the temple was also trampled to pieces, and the cracked and cracked soil in the wheat stubble field was trampled into dregs.

They seldom speak, and they all know that it is better to keep their movements to a minimum.

The right time, the right place, and the harmony of people create heroes in real time.

The first sun rises in the morning, and Da Chun feels that this moment is the most heroic moment in his life.

Everyone rushed to the county magistrate's mansion and woke up the sleeping county magistrate.

The people in the county magistrate's mansion didn't know what happened, so they guarded against death and dared not open the door.

They broke down the gate of the magistrate's mansion with agricultural tools, robbed the food stored in the magistrate's mansion, and set fire to the livestock shed of the magistrate's mansion. The donkeys, mules, and horses that escaped were also robbed.

Da Chun, as the leader, submitted the petition.

The county magistrate was so frightened that he only promised on the spot that the grain requisition would be reduced by [-]%. The negotiation failed, and Dachun and the village chiefs jointly demanded a [-]% reduction.

If they can't reach an agreement, the male will not go back.

In the evening, the county magistrate agreed to reduce the amount by [-]%, and it could not be less, and the county magistrate couldn't do it any less.

Seeing that the county magistrate had revised the food requisition notice and stamped the county magistrate's seal on the notice, everyone dispersed and went home.

Dachun and the leaders of the villages and villages were left in the county magistrate's house without any suspense.

As soon as the result of the negotiation was to be reported to the King of Qin, one had to wait for the news from the Palace of Hou Qin that the amount of grain requisitioned would be halved. For such a major event, the King of Qin had to agree.

Secondly, even if the King of Qin grants mercy, the county magistrate will have to hand over the leaders and organizers to be punished by Qin Law, otherwise all regions will follow suit and shake the foundation of the country.

Dachun and the heads of the villages and patriarchs were detained separately to prevent confession.

The Chicken Feather Letter was written by Dachun, and the leader will undoubtedly be strictly censored.

In the county prison, Dachun was crying and begging for mercy.

The head of the pavilion made the first trial on behalf of the county magistrate, and thought that this leader is too cowardly.

Dachun cried with snot and tears: "Uncle Bing asked me to write a chicken feather letter, saying that it would be a big trouble, and it would be better for this letter to be heard by heaven, so that King Qin can see it. If King Qin summons him, he must sue the chief of the pavilion for evil. Okay. He also said that Mr. Tingchang’s wife’s natal family is from Majia Village, and that Mr. Tingchang came to our Yangcun to search for things twice in three days, just for the sake of our famous place, huh..."

Pavilion head: "..."

Da Chun cried and smoked, looking extremely cowardly.

The pavilion chief asked him: "You are the patriarch, why do you listen to Uncle Bing?"

"I said I didn't want to be the head of the clan, but my uncle didn't allow me to postpone it, and insisted on holding me as the head of the clan. My father just passed away, and I was going to the temple to pray for rain. I went out early and returned late every day to pray for so long, but it still didn't rain. Uncle Bing is in charge of everything that happens in Yangcun, and he is the one talking about it."

Pavilion head: "..."

After hearing the report from the head of the pavilion, the county magistrate asked Yang Dachun and the speaker about their respective temperaments and resourcefulness.

The head of the pavilion replied: "Yang Dachun, the head of the new patriarch, is young, he is the second generation ancestor, his left hand is crippled, he has not served in the army, he is as good as Longyang, he raised a house slave as a man, and he also took off his slave status for the son of that house slave. "He said again: "The person who is talking about it has a very high military exploits and is honored at the age of 20. He retired blindly and returned to Yangcun [-] years ago. He has always wanted to replace the patriarch."

The county magistrate said: "A mediocre person is better than being obedient, and a resourceful person is defeated by being too ambitious. Let's write the confession of the speaker! If the grain collection is to go smoothly next year, we must keep obedient people, otherwise this year will happen again. That's it, we're done."

The head of the pavilion asked: "Then what is the name to go to Yangcun to bring the speaker back?"

The county magistrate: "Isn't it your strong point to create a name? Remember, don't startle the snake."

After waiting for a few days, a dish report came from the Palace of Qin, saying: King Qin is benevolent, he is the greatest king in ancient and modern times. This time the local officials concealed the disaster. Those who refused to obey were put to death.According to the law of Qin, those who take the lead in making troubles will be cut in half, and the leaders of all townships will be whipped eighty times to respect and filial piety.

The county magistrate led people to kneel down to thank him, and shouted in unison that King Qin is mighty, benevolent, filial, merciful, and moved the world.

When the imprisoned village chiefs and patriarchs heard the news, they all burst into tears, and received [-] lashes in exchange for a [-]% tax reduction, which was still not enough. People would starve to death in winter, and the people would have to eat instead of their offspring!

The county magistrate promised that the King of Qin is the holy lord of the ages, and he couldn't bear to see the good people starve to death. There are precedents for opening warehouses to distribute emergency food. After all, if you all starve to death, who will plant the fields for the next year?Where does the army food come from?

The news that the king of Qin ordered a [-]% reduction in grain requisition spread throughout the four counties and eight townships. At the same time, it was reported that Yang Dachun was the culprit and had pleaded guilty.