From Concubine to Pharaoh [Transmigration Book]

In fact, Erich was not sure at all whether Solan could really get the military power of the border army.

If she were Pharaoh Delos, she would keep Solan, who had a criminal record, away from the border army.

But she thinks that Delos may not play his cards according to common sense now.In other words, this pharaoh may not necessarily be able to make rational decisions.

This pharaoh has recently become extremely gloomy and terrifying. He spends most of the day shutting himself in the courtyard of the royal court in Memphis. Except for occasionally going to the riverside for stargazing in the middle of the night, he hardly leaves the garden full of acacia flowers. patio.

The only one he saw most often was the great priest Dahoor, and he put on a posture of obeying Dahoor's words.

There are also some voices among the officials of Memphis, who think that Tylos may be sick, or even bewitched by evil spirits, so he is under the control of the great priest.

Therefore, Erich simply let Solan give it a try, and if it didn't work, there would be no loss.

After the news of the Numidian invasion of Egypt reached Memphis, Solan challenged Pharaoh immediately.

In the Pharaoh's royal court, there was indeed a lack of generals like Solan who had experience in leading troops to defend against the enemy. Even if there were, they would not have high qualifications, and they would not be able to convince the masses in the border army.

Slightly beyond Erich's expectations, the pharaoh immediately appointed Solan to become the general in charge of the border army again. led by the elephant soldiers.

After Solan was ordered, he bid farewell to his parents overnight and went to Mahalla to take over the army.

Although this was beyond Alixi's expectation, she felt that the result was not bad.After all, Solan was able to temporarily leave the High Priest and his wife——

This couple was so weird that she gradually felt that Solan was about to acquire their evil aura.

Giza, the construction site for the pharaoh's tomb.

It was night, and most of the peasants had returned to their tents to sleep, only a small group of people were still sitting by the fire, talking happily.

Jangarai, the servant, picked up a card made of thin wood chips, threw it boldly in front of him, and said loudly: "Fried——"

Wait for others to see the number on his card clearly.Immediately, he threw out all the cards in his hand resentfully, and sighed: "You are lucky..."

At this moment, several officials in charge of the construction site of the royal tomb came from a distance, accompanied by soldiers.The leader shouted loudly: "What are you doing?"

The militiamen were startled and got up suddenly, then frantically collected the cards scattered on the ground in front of them, and tried to hide them behind them.

But these cannot be hidden under the light of torches.

When the sharp eyes of the officials came, Jan Galle laughed with his companions and said: "Playing cards, playing cards..."

The officials glanced at the hidden cards in their hands, and the leader gave Jangale a blank look, and said, "It doesn't matter if you can't sleep and play for a while, if you don't move half a stone tomorrow, I will settle the score with you!"

A group of peasants put smiles on their faces and answered with a bow: "Yes yes yes—"

"Don't dare dare not dare—"

The leading official snorted coldly, and left with his subordinates and soldiers.

They turned and walked away, and Jangale could still hear the official talking loudly: "This game is called playing cards. I heard that it is good for the peasants to be familiar with counting. Let them play if they like it. Big deal I will punish you tomorrow..."

The rest of the people echoed in succession.

Zengale turned his head, twitched the corners of his mouth to his companions, and said with a smile, "You see, as long as it is said to be playing cards, they usually don't do anything to us."

Several people then sat back by the fire, not forgetting to yell and drink occasionally, as if they were really concentrating on playing cards.

"Jangale, what you said is that the lives of the Upper Egyptians are much better than ours, is it true?"

Immediately someone asked what they most wanted to ask.

"Indeed."

Immediately, Jancale eloquently talked about what he knew about the situation in Upper Egypt.

What he is talking about is not only the miraculous crops and unimaginable tools, but also the visible and tangible changes that occurred among the Upper Egyptians:

Each major city of Nome has its own 13-member council, which can decide on its own public affairs in the city;

Whether they are nobles or commoners, or their children, they are eligible to enter schools to learn characters and arithmetic, and receive various education according to their interests and specialties;

The road became smoother, and the exchange of items became extremely simple. People even began to roll gold and brass into small round pieces of the same size, which were used as benchmarks for price measurement and helped to measure the value of items...

"These are the results of the Upper Egyptians beginning to believe in the god Amun."

Looking at the person who listened to him seriously and attentively, Jangale said this sentence frankly.

As the patron of Amon, Jangalai is the one who knows Amon best among the [-] minions stationed near Giza.

Although God Amon never ordered Jancalai to spread the faith among the people.But as the news of Upper Egypt leaked to Lower Egypt bit by bit through various channels, more and more people began to want to know about this god.

Jangale is currently busy with business. He needs to explain the situation in Upper Egypt to different people every day, and sometimes he has to work overtime at night. For example, today, he is playing cards under the guise of making friends who came to Jancale and the others because of the exchange of tools. Representatives of several other militia teams near the village of Minyou delivered news about the gods to them.

"That……"

After Jangalai finished speaking, someone suddenly lowered his voice and asked mysteriously, "So, under the blessing of God Amon, can the Upper Egyptians live forever?"

Jangalle laughed.

"Immortal? Everyone, think about it, even Pharaoh can't be immortal now—otherwise, why would we build a tomb for him here?"

People suddenly laughed in low voices.

That's right, even Pharaoh couldn't do it. Why do these peasants worry so much?

Jangalai continued to laugh: "Yes, the Pharaoh is so young, he has already begun to think about his death. He asked us to build such a huge mausoleum for him, so that after his death, his soul can go to the underworld. Ships, under the blessing of the gods, have eternal life."

"However, I heard the priest who served the God of Amon once mentioned that the Upper Egyptians who believed in the God of Amon lived with concentration when they were alive, and they were worthy of themselves every day of their lives. Naturally, they will have no regrets when they leave this world .Whether you can get eternal life or not, at least this life you have lived has not been wasted..."

As Jangale spoke, his eyes sparkled in the light of the bonfire beside him, as if recalling something from the past.

He continued: "So every day that passes is a good one..."

"Is that so..."

The few folks sitting around either bowed their heads to remember, or meditated quietly.Apparently, Jangalle's attitude infected them and gave them a new understanding of God.

"Brothers, do you have any news, how long do we need to stay here?"

Suddenly someone changed the topic and started chatting about the topic among civil servants.

In fact, this is also the content of frequent exchanges among civil servants.Especially between different folk villages and militia teams.

People will also exchange their different treatment to prevent officials from cheating and favoring one another—if such a thing really happened, even a hundred thousand civilians would not be vegetarians.

As soon as we talked about this, everyone cheered up.

This is probably the topic that the public is most concerned about.

"Don't you think that the construction of the Pharaoh's tomb this time is much faster than the legend?"

"Yes, I heard that it took at least ten or twenty years to complete the construction of the royal tombs. That's why the pharaoh started construction at such a young age. But now, the royal tombs in the four directions have been built so high that even the wooden doors are installed. Already!"

Having said that, Jan Galle frowned.

"I think this is a bit weird - I heard before that Knum, the god of craftsmen, is in Upper Egypt. So many experienced craftsmen went to Upper Egypt, and took their wisdom and those gods left behind. the next tool."

"Supposedly, without these people, Wang Ling can only be repaired more slowly, right?"

Hearing what Jangalai said, someone suddenly became displeased again: "Look at what you said, it seems that we folks are all useless."

But Jangalai stretched out his right index finger and shook it: "No, I never said such a thing—I just want everyone to think about it: the tombs built by the ancient pharaohs who were relatively recent were all underground. .”

"In other words, the pharaohs no longer built large tombs like pyramids that stand on the ground."

"I heard it's to prevent those daring tomb robbers①..."

"Look at what we're building every day now?"

"And... one repair is four repairs?"

This is why the [-] civilians belong to different camps and are built at the same time, and they are only allowed to communicate with each other when they encounter problems or difficulties occasionally.

Among the people who came to communicate with Jangalai, one was a senior craftsman, and of course he hadn't reached the level of a craftsman's favor.

But he would brag every day that he had participated in the construction of the tomb of the last pharaoh.Hearing this, the craftsman nodded and said, "I also find it strange, and even feel that we are not repairing the pharaoh's tomb at all."

"If it's a royal tomb, a hall that imitates the pharaoh's former residence is usually built below the surface, and the walls of the hall are painted with exquisite murals of scenes from the pharaoh's lifetime, showing the majesty and greatness of the pharaoh—"

"The extension of the hall will create a vertical downward passage leading to the place where the god's coffin is placed, where the pharaoh lived temporarily before embarking on the road to eternal life.②"

"But now, we are actually building in four places at the same time. The name of the building is called a pyramid. To put it bluntly, it is just four square towers that go straight up and down...

In addition, four large pits were dug, which were said to be used to store waste crushed stones, and they had to be filled in two days... Do you think this is reasonable? "

Hearing this, the minions shook their heads together, expressing their incomprehension.

"Maybe it's the new royal tomb style?"

The folks know very little about the pharaoh's royal tomb, and some people automatically lump the pharaoh's royal tomb with the clothing and jewelry from the royal family.

"I said, man..." Someone started to question the senior craftsman, "Have you really seen the tomb of the last pharaoh? I heard that in order to keep the location of the tomb secret, all important craftsmen were buried ..."

The senior craftsman was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at his eyes. He wanted to protest but couldn't find any reason to explain it.

Of course, the truth is exactly as the doubters said. When the tomb of the previous pharaoh was built, the craftsman was far from experienced enough. All the details about the tomb of the pharaoh were heard from people chatting in the artisan village at that time. I heard it.

"According to me, brothers, don't care what we are cultivating now."

"Whatever pattern the boss gives us, we will build according to it!"

A round-cheeked, well-tempered, contented worker said: "We are here, at least we have enough to eat every day. Although you can work, as long as you can finish the work, you can go back to work." Go to rest in the tent... Do you know what kind of life those people who stay in their hometown live every day?"

Migrants from all over Egypt have heard a little about the conditions in their hometown from their fellow villagers.

At this moment, they all lowered their heads sadly, and at the same time, they all had a little bit of luck in their hearts.

What kind of life would they be living now if they had not been conscripted into the militia?

For a moment no one spoke.

At this moment, Jangalai suddenly felt the tremor of the earth, and the sound of horseshoes sounded in his ears. He immediately jumped up from the ground and looked in the direction of the sound.

The servants sitting with him reacted in unison, they all jumped up and looked into the distance.

Sure enough, I saw dots of flames appearing in the distance, as if arranged to form a winding snake.

"This is, this is..."

The veteran craftsman who was standing behind Jangalai suddenly blurted out, "That's the pharaoh's guard of honor."

Jangalle was a little dazed for a moment.

He remembered that he had seen Pharaoh's.

But that is definitely... a memory that I don't want to think about at all.

Then the sound of horseshoes hitting the ground was getting closer, and there was some movement in the nearby tents for the civilians to rest, and many civilians wanted to go out of the tents to inquire.

But the sound of hoofbeats immediately dissipated.

When Jangalai saw the guards following the Pharaoh's guard of honor going to each camp, he should have ordered everyone to rest on the spot and not to pay the bill.

It was not long before a pair of guards surrounded the pharaoh's mount and came near the fire beside Jangalai.

Jangalai quickly recognized Pharaoh Delos surrounded by guards—he was exactly the same as Jangalai remembered, with a handsome face but an extremely gloomy expression.

He wore a red crown symbolizing Lower Egypt on his head, and he wore golden ornaments on his neck, wrists and feet in accordance with old habits.

While Jangalai was peeking, Pharaoh's cold eyes had already turned towards him——

Jangalai immediately lowered his head, and at the same time tried to silently pray to the gods he followed in his heart: "Great God Amon, I, um, that, your devout favored Jangalai, feel that something is wrong... "