Chapter 70

On the sky screen, the image gradually faded.

The voice of that later Immortal sounded again:

【Alright, the seventh place has been tallied! This "Vajra Warrior" who walked out of the temple proved three things with his life:

First, a man who is afraid of his wife can also unify the world;

Second, no matter how much grain you save, not giving it to the people to eat is equal to zero;

Third, choosing the wrong successor, no matter how great the empire is, it's useless.】

【He is a stingy miser, and also a heroic ruler who ended troubled times;

He is a punching bag who is afraid of his wife, and also the creator of the "Rule of Kaihuang" remembered by later generations.】

【Next time we will continue to tally the sixth place, guess who it is? See you in the comment section!】

The sky screen went completely dark, and the night sky returned to normal.

Yang Jian stood in front of the Taiji Hall, looking up at the pitch-black night sky, motionless for a long time.

Fifty years of lifespan, ten years of favorable weather, grain production tripled... the Immortal's blessing is so generous.

But if what later generations said was true, and the Great Sui perished in the second generation, then what is the meaning of this blessing?

He turned and looked towards the Lizheng Hall.

Dugu Qieluo should have seen the sky screen too, and I don't know what she thinks at this moment.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the Lizheng Hall with big strides.

Some things need to be asked clearly.

Some people need to be reconsidered.

The night was deep, and the lights of the Daming Palace were on all night.

And at this moment, Qinghe Village.

Gu Shanhe sat in front of the computer, looking at the emotional value jumping wildly on the system panel, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

【Emotional value +38888】

【Emotional value +66666】

【Emotional value +128888】

【Emotional value +288888】

【Emotional value +588888】

The numbers continued to climb, finally settling:

【Current emotional value: 35,678,901】

Thirty-five million six hundred seventy-eight thousand nine hundred and one.

And it is still growing.

Gu Shanhe clicked on the lottery interface, looked at the golden turntable, thought about it, and still didn't draw.

Save a bit more, wait until it breaks fifty million, come for a ten-draw, maybe you can get something good.

He closed the panel and stretched.

Outside the window, the sound of the construction team's machines had stopped, they should have finished work.

Outside came the sound of his mother calling him to eat.

"Shanhe! Time to eat!"

"Coming!"

Gu Shanhe responded, closed the computer, and walked out of the room.

In the courtyard, his father was washing his hands, and his mother was putting the dishes on the table.

A few very simple dishes: stir-fried green vegetables, stewed tofu, and a plate of bacon.

But it was steaming hot, and the fragrance was enticing.

"How is the progress of the construction team today?" Gu Shanhe sat down and asked casually.

"Fast!"

Gu Huaijin rarely talked much,

"The roadbed at the entrance of the village has been compacted, and cement will be laid tomorrow. Captain Liu said that at this speed, it will be repaired to the provincial road in two months."

"That's good."

Gu Shanhe picked up a piece of tofu and put it in his mouth. The tofu was tender and smooth, with the fragrance of beans, very delicious.

"By the way," Su Qingyin suddenly remembered something, "Your Uncle Wang came again this afternoon, saying that the foundation of the school has also been laid, the blueprints are out, and he asked if you want to go and see."

"Tomorrow, I'll go see it tomorrow." Gu Shanhe said.

The family of three ate and chatted about daily life.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the stars lit up one by one.

And the emperors of all dynasties in ancient times were looking forward to this sixth place of the greatest emperor in history, is there any possibility for them to be on the list?

6 BC, Chenliu Commandery, Jiyang County.

The sky was overcast, as if it was going to rain.

Liu Xiu squatted at the edge of the field, looking at the wheat seedlings that had just emerged, his brows locked.

This year's rain came late, the land was a bit dry, and the seedlings didn't come out evenly.

He reached out and pinched a handful of soil, rubbing it in his hands, it was dry and crumbling.

"Xiu'er! What are you still looking at there!"

A shout came from afar.

Liu Xiu looked up and saw his eldest brother Liu Yan walking over with big strides, followed by several disheveled men.

Each of them had a short knife tucked in their waist, their eyes glancing around, one look and you knew they weren't decent people.

"Eldest Brother."

Liu Xiu stood up and patted the dirt on his hands.

"Look at your lack of ambition!"

Liu Yan walked up and slapped him on the shoulder, making him stagger.

"All day long you only know how to dig for food in the fields! Look at our Gaozu, beheaded the white snake to revolt, lifted a three-foot sword to settle the world! That's what a real man should do! You, on the other hand, like Liu Zhong, only know how to farm!"

Liu Xiu lowered his head and didn't say a word.

Gaozu Liu Bang, that was his ninth-generation ancestor, but that was hundreds of years ago.

By his father's generation, there was only a small county magistrate left, and by his generation, he wasn't even a county magistrate, just a farmer, and he talked about a three-foot sword, he didn't even have a decent knife.

"Alright, alright, you become a mute when I talk to you!"

Liu Yan waved his hand impatiently,

"I've made an appointment with your Uncle Deng, Uncle Li and the others to go to Wancheng for a drink, are you going?"

Liu Xiu shook his head: "The work in the fields isn't finished yet."

"You just spend your whole life with dirt!"

Liu Yan left cursing, taking that group of people, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Liu Xiu looked at his eldest brother's retreating back, sighed, squatted down again, and continued to look at his wheat seedlings.

It's not that he didn't want to go out and venture, but venturing requires capital and connections.

What did he have? Just this strength and these few acres of thin fields, it's better to farm honestly, at least he won't starve to death.

The rain didn't fall after all.

In the evening, Liu Xiu packed up his farm tools and went home.

Just as he entered the door, he heard crying in the room.

His heart tightened, he walked in quickly, and saw his mother Fan Xiandu sitting on the kang wiping tears, his sister Liu Boji was persuading on the side, her eyes also red.

"Mother, what's wrong?" Liu Xiu put down the farm tools.

"Xiu'er..."

Fan Xiandu saw him and cried even harder.

"Your father... when he was the county magistrate in Jiyang County, the little land he left behind was... was forcibly occupied by the local powerful families..."

Liu Xiu's brain went "buzz."

Those dozens of acres of land were the family's last reliance, without land, what would they eat? What would they drink?

"Mother, don't worry, I'll go find them to reason."

Liu Xiu said and was about to walk out.

"Don't go!"

Fan Xiandu grabbed him,

"Those people are very fierce, you are just a child, if you go, you will be beaten! Forget it, forget it, let's accept our fate..."

Liu Xiu looked at his mother's red eyes, looked at his sister's thin body, his chest felt like it was pressed by a stone, suffocating.

Accept fate? Why accept fate?

Their Liu family, their ancestors were also emperors, how did they fall to the point of being bullied?

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, his nails embedded in his flesh.

But in the end, he let go.

What could he do? Fight for his life? He couldn't beat them.

Report to the officials? Officials protect each other, besides accepting fate, what else could he do?

That night, Liu Xiu lay on the hard bed, staring at the pitch-black ceiling, not closing his eyes all night.

Outside the window, occasionally came the sound of dogs barking, and the sound of the night watchman hitting the clapper, hollow, long.

He suddenly remembered the scene of the Jinwu patrol he saw when he was at the Imperial Academy in Chang'an, surrounded by people, majestic and awe-inspiring.

At that moment, a thought flashed through his mind: A real man should be like this.

But that thought just flashed by.

He was a poor scholar, a farmer, why should he "be like this"?

He turned over, forcing himself to sleep, he had to go to the fields tomorrow, if the wheat seedlings weren't watered, they would all die of drought.