MTL - My Great Qin Cannot Die-Chapter 37 Thousands of miles above the rivers and mountains, some people say: Go for the rich and noble, don't forget each other.

outside the window.

When the wind picked up, the breeze passed by, and occasionally the leaves on the big trees withered one or two, falling on the ground, being blown up by the wind, and constantly blowing into the distance.

This wind came suddenly, like a shepherd whipping his whip, driving a flock of sheep to trudge across the endless grassland, aimlessly.

Regarding the land merger, after thinking for a long time, he had no choice but to let it go. He needed the Black Ice Terrace to find out the truth before he could take action.

Ying Zheng is the biggest king in this world, but just like this world, he must abide by the rules, especially as a king.

The power of example is powerful!

In the same way, as a role model, you must be absolutely excellent. The more senior you are, the better you are.

"It's my empire's turn, but I can't do it all..." Standing in front of the window, Ying Zheng looked complicated. When he started these things again, he realized that none of them were simple.

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He had only returned to Xianyang for less than five days. Some decrees had just been issued, and it was too late to implement them. No matter how urgent he was, he had to suppress his temper.

Even if Hei Bingtai is efficient in its work, it will not be able to return within ten days and half a month to investigate the situation in various places. Moreover, these things, whether it is the people of the country or the powerful families, will be hidden, but it is not easy to investigate.

It's a quick trip. If you can come back within a month, even if it's fast.

"A month later, when the Zhidao started construction, two things came together..."

At this moment, there was only one thought in Ying Zheng's mind, and that was to expect that his hands and feet would be faster when he was weak. A month later, it is also the end of the summer seed.

Thoughts rolled in his mind, Ying Zheng only felt that almost everything was gathered together, as if he had agreed to launch an attack at this moment.

At this moment, the wind stopped.

Everything outside the window returned to its original appearance, nothing changed except that it was dark.

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May.

It was the busy time of farming. In this era, the people of China mainly planted wheat. At a glance, green and yellow were intertwined and changed, accompanied by the ups and downs of the mountain wind.

The wind blows the wheat waves, nothing more than that!

Yingchuan County of the Great Qin Empire belongs to the northwestern part of the empire. It is close to the imperial capital Xianyang, and the Sanchuan Donghai Road passes through it, so the traffic is convenient.

Yingchuan County belonged to Han land in ancient times. There are mountains and waters. The Rushui, Yingshui and Weishui three large waters traverse the whole county from northwest to southeast. Yingshui is in the middle and has the largest water volume.

In the era of the Great Qin Empire, the people regarded food as the sky, and the harvest in the fields was completely dependent on the sky. The fertile land was almost equal to a bumper harvest in this era.

More than ten years ago, this was the homeland of South Korea, and its land was as fertile and fertile as the Daliang Plain of Wei State in the northeast.

Once upon a time, Daliang of Wei State was known as the center of civilization in the Central Plains, with developed waterways, it can be said to be dotted with stars, and surrounded by large rivers, it was the first-class granary in the world.

Yingchuan can be compared with Daliang Plain, which is enough to prove that the prosperity and fertile land here are suitable for human habitation.

Especially after the renovation of the Chuanfangjue Tongcao Canal under the auspices of Zheng Guo, farming in Yingchuan has improved greatly. This year's wheat fields are obviously much more prosperous than in previous years.

As soon as the wheat field saw yellow, the farmers scattered all over the field, harvested one area of ​​yellow, and began to rush to harvest. After all, after the forced harvest, summer planting must be carried out.

It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly.

The farmers in the fields along the road are harvesting a field of ripe wheat. Among the group of people, there was a young man staring at the sky in a daze.

An old man who was working hard saw that the young man was stunned, so he couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "Chen Sheng! The old man in charge of the work has just left, and you kid will be punished for cheating and cheating!"

The two were not far from each other, so the old man's words naturally fell into his ears, but the young man did not turn his head, instead he spoke with resentment.

"We're just servants, why are we working so hard, and it's not our own land, so working hard is a waste of effort!"

The young man was eighteen or nineteen years old. It was when he was growing up and he had experienced profound changes in the world. It was inevitable that he had some thoughts in his heart.

Young people, with high eyes and low hands, love to daydream is a common thing.

"Hey!"

With a sigh, the old man scolded in a low voice, "Shut up, kid! Don't die!"

They are just a group of people who have lost their fields, they dare not report to the imperial court, and they are also afraid of the powerful.

Many people are in the same situation, some people have already accepted their fate, and some people are unwilling and unwilling to make fun of fate, and they are divided into three, six, nine, and the next.

The old man is the one who has accepted his fate. For him, at such an old age, being alive is enough.

He no longer has any loneliness, nor does he tell the law against the majestic Qin.

After scolding Chen Sheng, the old man turned his head to look around from afar. Seeing that there was no one in the field, he gasped, and said, "The sky is the hottest time, and the old man in charge will not come at this time. Everyone is under the tree. Take a break!"

"Otherwise you'll get heatstroke..."

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A group of people poured out of the fields towards the square well. At the hottest time of the day, a cool well water is the most delicious.

"Damn it! If you have your own farmland, you will have a good harvest this year. You can live a good life even after a busy year!" The middle-aged man who had just drank a bowl of clear water couldn't help but feel refreshed. Emotional, said.

Taking the pottery bowl from his hand, the thin man sneered and said, "My own land? You are probably dreaming. It's impossible in this life, maybe not in the next life."

In this world, people at the bottom are often the most ruthless. When the seven kingdoms were fighting for hegemony, the people of the country lived such a life, and the Qin Dynasty unified the world. Except for the absence of wars, the people of the country still lived such a life.

This world is just a game for the nobles, and the common people only deserve to live.

"There's nothing to say, it's no use talking..." A group of people followed suit, and for a while, the atmosphere became gloomy.

"You guys, can't you say a few words less?" The old man held the water ladle and whispered, "Do you still want to live a good life—!"

An old man, he knows how to live longer.

"Brothers and elders, if I, Chen Sheng, are rich and noble in the future, I will definitely not forget you!" The impassioned voice came, with a trace of unwillingness and a trace of hope.

This is Chen Sheng's ideal. Living in this vast world, who wouldn't want to live a better life!

"Hahaha…"

After a brief period of stunned, a burst of laughter came, and at this moment, it seemed particularly harsh.

The old man who took a sip of water could not help but shake his head with a wry smile: "Being a servant, how to be rich, it's not easy to live in this world!"

He didn't laugh at Chen Sheng, but just told the fact in plain and almost sad words that everyone had dreams when they were young.

In his opinion, he and Chen Sheng are of the same type. They are both tragic and unwilling, yet they are still ruthlessly suppressed by life.

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