Two-in-one! Slaves buried alive? The King said, Taisheng Hou...

[Congratulations to the host, the ending of this special event: Siege Taisheng has been rated as SSR!]

Finally! Finally!

Seeing this message, Shen Zhiwei set off fireworks for himself crazily.

On the surface, he was very calm, even colder than usual, with deep eyes, as if he was thinking about a major issue that would determine the life and death of the country.

In fact, I was so happy that I wanted to spiral into the sky. Colorful fireworks exploded in my heart, and I felt so elated.

What does the SSR ending mean?

She doesn't have to be a king of a fallen country. She can still make 100 million when she returns to the modern era!

Of course, she still has to be the king of a fallen country. The rewards for the main quests will be higher than those for the side quests. The system has said before that if she does a good job, she can even convert the bonus units into the currency of a beautiful country when she returns to the modern era.

Calm down, calm down, take a deep breath!

Shen Zhiwei quickly recovered from the excitement of winning the 100 million yuan jackpot, which was actually received after tax, because she knew that there would be similar big prizes waiting for her in the future.

If I had known about the last special event, she would have gone to Yantian as well. It turns out that just by taking a stroll around, without even saying a word, she can increase her participation and successfully get the SSR ending!

At this moment, Shen Zhiwei didn't know that the criteria for determining the SSR ending was not that simple. The fact that she was able to determine it as an SSR ending this time was entirely due to various coincidences.

If she hadn't gone to the front lines, if Hu Youan hadn't used a trick to break through the psychological defenses of Taisheng Hou, if the nobles of Taisheng City hadn't fled, if the vanguard troops and soldiers hadn't been stimulated by the system of conferring nobility upon them, and if she had agreed to the request of the Taisheng Hou's son...

If she fails to do any of these things well, the SSR ending will not be possible.

Shen Zhiwei clicked on the analysis report, glanced at it, and then closed it. This report was more detailed, longer, and more difficult to read than the last one.

Shen Zhiwei did things entirely based on her intuition and didn't care about routines at all. Anyway, she already knew how special events were triggered, so the rest didn't matter to her.

When it comes to earning extra money, you should try to choose a field that makes you feel comfortable mentally and doesn't require too much brainpower. It's best if it can create both happiness and value.

When she was free, Shen Zhiwei remembered what the merchant said. She asked Wen Tao to come to the palace. Wen Tao should be more clear about the love, hatred and vengeance between the three kingdoms in the north of Bian'an.

Let the merchant talk to Wen Tao himself, she is only responsible for triggering the special event.

After coming to this world, Shen Zhiwei finally found a support point, that is, special events. She is now like she has just started a game, her mind is full of passing levels, and she is finally not so indifferent!

Xianyu turned over, threw all the work to his subordinates, and went to sleep.

Isn't salted fish still salted fish after it's turned over? It just turns over so it can be dried more evenly.

She has been staggering on the road for so many days that her frame is almost broken. She must get a good sleep and replenish her body. She is still growing!

I don't need to be as tall as Hu Youan, but at least I need to be over 1.7 meters tall. In this era of per capita malnutrition, a height of 1.7 meters is enough to look down on the world.

After Wen Tao entered the palace, she did not see Shen Zhiwei and was directly taken to the side hall to meet Shang Jia Zheng.

When facing Wen Tao, Zheng did not analyze the overall situation in the world, but directly told her all the information he had heard, trying to make Wen Tao believe him, and was willing to send some people to him to help him sow discord.

After Wen Tao finished listening, the faint smile on her face did not change. She did not say whether she believed it or not. She just asked about some things in the North Country.

Zheng answered fluently, especially when talking about the customs and people of the north, he did not feel guilty at all.

Wen Tao finally invited Zheng Yu to her house for a chat three days later, then she said goodbye to the palace maid, left the palace and returned to Wen Mansion.

Then she sent people to investigate the merchant Zheng's background and where his relatives were now, and waited for news.

Not long after Wen Tao came out of the palace, the evil guest came again.

The first thing Bian Xiao said when she arrived was to ask Wen Tao to introduce her to the king, as she wanted to meet him.

Wen Tao was very dissatisfied with Bian Xiao's attitude and said calmly, "Senior Sister, this is not the attitude to ask for help."

"Junior sister, when did you become so concerned with attitude? Back when you were in Bian State, you rejected Xiao's offer of you. It was you who said that the world had no wise leader and that you wanted to return to your hometown to devote yourself to cultivation and study. Was it because of Xiao's bad attitude that you rejected this offer?"

Bian Xiao's smiling expression was filled with a bit of accumulated dissatisfaction.

Wen Tao was silent. In fact, that happened two years ago. At that time, she had just reached the age of 15, and Bian Xiao came to his house and invited her to be his guest.

Bian Xiao has a special identity, but she has the blood of Duke Bian in her body. If she makes some efforts, she will have a chance to succeed.

But Wen Tao refused.

Bian Xiao didn't say that he was angry, but he did remember the incident in his heart. He didn't communicate with Wen Tao through letters for the next two years. Even when he came to her house this time, he was rude and just knocked on the door without sending a visiting card.

"When you were young, you said you wanted to conquer the world for the wise master in your heart. Wen Tao, Xiao is not the wise master in your heart. Can't you see what your wise master looks like?"

"The king may not be willing to see you."

Wen Tao couldn't say anything else, so she had to bring up Shen Zhiwei to reject Bian Xiao.

"What's the harm in trying?"

Bian Xiao insisted, so Wen Tao gave in. After Bian Xiao left, Wen Tao immediately called someone to ask Bian Xiao the real reason why he came to Jingchang.

When Bian Xiao came to her house, she sent people to investigate, but she had been away from Bian State for some time, and things in Bian State were not easy to investigate, so the cause has not been found until now.

"Investigate again, and make sure to get to the bottom of this matter!"

The servant in charge responded with a serious expression. He had just done a casual check before, but now he really had to use some of the Wen family's power.

"Girl, why did you agree to this man's rude request? Bian Xiao is a lunatic. If he makes the king angry, it might implicate you."

The retainer was very worried about Wen Tao. Wen Tao sighed, "After all, she was a former fellow disciple. The master accepted her as a disciple. She will not tarnish the reputation of the master's school or be rude to the king."

Wen Tao knew very well how Bian Xiao felt towards her master. For Bian Xiao, her teacher was her first family and her master was her home.

Anyone could do something bad to the sect, but that person will never be Bian Xiao.

After leaving Wen Mansion, Bian Xiao called someone for an ox cart and slowly headed out of the city.

The ox cart dropped her off in front of a village and left. Bian Xiao paid the driver with knife coins and then put the heavy knife coins back into her arms.

The knife coins popularly used near Jingchang are the Bian knife coins minted by the Bian State. Bian knife coins can be spent in Jingchang or other places. This is because the Bian State was once the most powerful vassal state and a holy land of literature and Taoism that nobles all over the world yearned for.

In recent years, the Anguo currency and the Beiguo currency have gradually spread, along with the currencies of several other major vassal states. Just as the royal coins made by the Zhou royal family were no longer used, the Bian State also gradually declined.

Bian Xiao sneered and didn't think any more about it. She had already decided to leave Bian State completely. No matter what Bian State looked like in the future, it had nothing to do with her.

She walked forward and soon met a few common people who looked amazed.

When the common people saw her smooth skin and neat teeth, they immediately knelt down to salute her. Even though Bian Xiao was not wearing silk or brocade clothes, she was still completely different from the real common people.

Bian Xiao smiled and said, "I heard there was an auspicious sign nearby, so I came all the way from Jingchang. Don't panic, everyone. Please let me know a few things."

She had a very kind attitude, but the common people did not dare to treat her lightly. They had seen many nobles change their faces over the years. Even though they smiled kindly now, if they did something wrong, they might be beaten up or even tied up and beaten by the servants and guards of the nobles' families just for fun.

Several common people lowered their bodies even lower, almost sticking their bodies to the ground to show their humility. They answered Bian Xiao's questions tremblingly. Due to fear, they spoke unclearly, their faces turned pale and they almost fainted.

Bian Xiao was smiling the whole time without any movement. She just waited quietly for the common people to calm down and tell her what they wanted to know.

After the common people finished speaking, Bian Xiao took out the knife coins he had just put away from his pocket, without even looking at them, took out a handful and distributed them directly to the three people.

"This is a reward for you. You did a good job. Next time you see someone like you, you must avoid them."

Although it was obviously unexpected wealth, the three of them did not show any joy on their faces. After hearing the words, they nodded in their hearts. The next time they saw a noble person, they would definitely avoid him first.

After saying this, Bian Xiao walked away without paying any attention to the three people. By the time the three people realized that the distinguished person had left, their legs were numb from kneeling.

"This noble man gave me a lot of knife coins. It seems that noble men are not all bad."

"Didn't you hear what that noble man said? You have to avoid noble men when you see them. You won't be so lucky every time."

"Hurry up and leave! Haven't you heard what the common people on that farm say? The land on that farm belongs to a great nobleman. If the common people come to see it, they might offend the nobleman."

"Alas, I originally wanted to exchange some grain seeds with the people on that farm, even with knife coins, but I didn't expect it to be a noble man's farm."

"That manor is different from the manors of ordinary nobles. The manager seems to be a commoner."

"How could a commoner be the manager of a manor? Forget it! Go home quickly! If you're late, you might be taken away by wolves on the road!"

A few common people chatted with each other and went home together.

On the other side, Bian Xiao walked forward, wondering in his heart.

She heard that a strange thing happened on the emperor's farm. At first, it was feared that it was a punishment from heaven. A bunch of weeds sprouted in the millet field.

Later, I heard from people in Jingchang that it was not a punishment from heaven, but a gift from heaven. It was wheat, which was also a grain. Moreover, in the wheat fields, the millet ears looked heavy, and it was obvious that there would be a good harvest this year.

Bianxiao had seen wheat and millet, but he had never seen them planted together.

Wheat needs water, while millet is extremely drought-resistant. It is difficult to balance the requirements of the two when growing them together. Millet matures quickly, but wheat takes longer.

Moreover, wheat is not very tasty, so nobles rarely grow it.

The more Bian Xiao thought about it, the more curious he became, so he came over to see who was so good at farming that he could grow two kinds of crops at the same time.

Someone actually dared to do this to the emperor's farm. I guess he had the emperor's permission. Bianxiao felt that the Zhou emperor was very bold, and that guy who grew wheat was also very bold.

Aren't you afraid that planting both together will lead to a decrease in grain production? This is land, and even the most ignorant nobles wouldn't dare to treat the crops in the soil carelessly.

When Bian Xiao saw the land that many people were talking about, he was so shocked that his pupils trembled.

How could the millet ears be so full? The wheat hadn't turned yellow yet, but you could see that almost every ear was filled with grain.

After being used to seeing fields with sparse crops and many empty shells among the ears, the scene of the ears bending the crops down is extremely shocking.

No wonder the common people said this was a blessing from heaven. If they said it could be achieved by human power, Bianxiao would not believe it!

So whose land is this? Could it be that they hired the best agricultural officials to take care of the fields, which is why such good millet grows there?

Even the wheat was much more upright and energetic than the one Bian Xiao had seen in Bian State.

When Bian Xiao was so shocked that he couldn't speak on the stalk of the field, Shen Zhiwei was also shocked.

She was shocked because she saw the letter Hu Youan sent from Taisheng. In this letter, Hu Youan explained to Shen Zhiwei how much spoils they had obtained from this battle.

Shen Zhiwei almost lost count. There was so much gold and silver, as well as various fabrics, rare treasures, and even a long list of slaves numbering in the tens of thousands.

In such a small place like Taisheng, there are more than 10,000 slaves.

Seeing the end of the spoils summary report, Shen Zhiwei's excitement was poured with a bucket of cold water.

According to etiquette, among the more than 10,000 slaves, about 5,000 were to be buried with Tai Shenghou and his son, and continue to serve them in the underworld.

Among the gold, silver and valuables, there was also a list of people to be buried with the deceased, because Marquis Taisheng and his son committed suicide by hanging, and they still held the title when they died. The death of a marquis cannot be handled casually.

There are rules and regulations for etiquette, and even the Zhou emperor has to recognize them.

At this time, etiquette and law are as important as the constitution of later generations. They are the foundation of the country and cannot be easily changed or disrespected. The position of the Zhou emperor is the same as that of the president of later generations. Even if it is just a mascot sitting on it, it must exist.

Without the emperor, an era of warlord separatism will immediately begin. Everyone will openly "fight against each other". The previous wars of annihilation are trivial matters. If everyone really goes to war, the number of deaths will become a cold number, and this number will be infinitely expanded due to famine, plague, natural disasters and man-made disasters.

Therefore, as the Son of Heaven, Shen Zhiwei could not save those five thousand slaves.

But she couldn't send five thousand people to death with her own hands.

Shen Zhiwei threw the bamboo slips aside, sighed, called out the system, and complained.

"System, you might as well send me back to the days of barbarians, where people ate raw meat and drank blood. At least back then, no one had the power to order their own kind to die! Every day, we opened our eyes to fight, and closed our eyes to prepare for battle, fighting against nature. How wonderful, how united! Even if we died, it was the law of natural selection, not just two words that were lightly spoken by those in power, burying us alive in the dark underground! They actually want the slaves they killed to serve them even after they die? So many people died, and their resentment is so great that they will turn into evil spirits in the underground and tear them to pieces!"

System: [Sorry, I don’t understand what you are saying. You can…]

"You don't have to understand me. I don't even understand what I'm saying! I'm a modern person. I don't believe in ghosts and gods! But now, I really want those people to still have souls after death. That way, I can set up lightning rods and split their graves open. I want their bodies to be reduced to charcoal and their souls to ashes!"

After a burst of output, Shen Zhiwei was stunned, and a light bulb lit up in her mind!

Well, this seems to be a good idea.

Since everyone is so superstitious, let's say something even more superstitious. God did not allow Tai Shenghou and Tai Shenghou's son to be buried in peace, so it's no wonder that she didn't build a good tomb for these two people.

Also, burying living people is against the will of heaven, so it would be fine to replace them with pottery figurines. I don't want the kind of pottery figurines from later generations that are one-to-one with living people, but the kind that look like small figurines. Hundreds of them can be burned in a day, and within a few days, 5,000 slaves can be gathered.

Not to mention five thousand, fifty thousand will do. That way, it can allow money to circulate and promote employment, which will be a hundred benefits with no harm.

The more Shen Zhiwei thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to her. She didn't have the ability to abolish the practice of burying people alive with the dead. Even in the future, there would still be brain-sick beasts who wanted to bury people alive with the dead.

But she could at least take care of the matter at hand.

Shen Zhiwei called a craftsman from the Hundred Workshops and asked him to make her a lightning rod, which is simply a thin metal stick. Taisheng is close to the river and there are often thunderstorms in the summer. It is a ready-made time and place. If she adds some human cooperation, it will not harm the Republic.

Genius, what a genius idea!

Shen Zhiwei happily made the arrangements and picked up her pen to write a letter to Hu Youan. She wanted to write more, but found that the space on the bamboo slips was limited.

It is really too extravagant to always use cloth as paper.

Besides, paper has more than one benefit. We have paper now, but it is very expensive, even more expensive than cloth.

Or she could make some cheaper paper. She didn't require it to be immortal or incorruptible for thousands of years. She could just make some ordinary paper that didn't smudge ink and could be used for writing.

Iron pots, salt, and scientific farming have all been invented, and the system of conferring titles based on military merit has been established, so paper is not a big deal.

In order to make her life better in this ancient time, Shen Zhiwei really racked her brains. Sometimes she envied those incompetent emperors in history.

She admitted that greed for pleasure was a natural talent, and she could not be like those tyrants who did not treat people as human beings.

The person who made the lightning rod for Shen Zhiwei was An Jin's apprentice, who was also the one who made the iron pot for Shen Zhiwei before. An Jin only had eyes for making weapons and was immersed in her forging art, not knowing what the world was.

People with abilities or geniuses always have some special tempers. Shen Zhiwei understood this, and the other party's temper was already very good. He did not tell her that her big iron pot and lightning rod were an insult to foundry, and he also trained an apprentice for her who was very good at making these small items.

A tolerant monarch can forgive capable ministers.

And for some reason, if Shen Zhiwei asked An Jin to play the lightning rod, she always felt a strange sense of guilt as if she had asked a professional to buy her groceries.

But when the apprentice was asked to mess up things, she used them very smoothly.

Hu Youan received Shen Zhiwei's letter two days later and received the lightning rod seven days later.

Marquis Taisheng and his crown prince had already been buried, but the slaves had not yet been buried with them because they died so suddenly that their tombs had not been completed. Burying slaves with them was one of the last steps after the tomb was completed.

Perhaps those slaves really weren't destined to die. After Hu Youan arrived in Taisheng, he didn't encounter a single thunderstorm. However, just two days after the lightning rod was delivered, the sky became overcast. Thunder could be heard in the distance during the day. It was estimated that they would reach Taisheng in a few hours.

Hu Youan actually didn't quite understand the use of a copper stick, but she still obediently ordered people to stick the stick on the grave.

That’s right, Shen Zhiwei didn’t use iron, because as we all know, copper conducts electricity faster than iron. Since he wanted to attract lightning, he must use copper.

The stick has a simple buckle. At first it is folded and only about one person tall. After standing it up and opening the buckle, it can extend up to ten feet.

In the Zhou Dynasty, one zhang was about two meters, and ten zhang was equivalent to six zhang in later generations, which is more than twenty meters.

A metal pole more than 20 meters high rose from the flat ground, but because it became thinner as it went up, and the sky was dark, it was difficult to see its existence clearly.

After the lightning rod was installed, Hu Youan, according to Shen Zhiwei's order, led his men to retreat far away, then found a relatively high place, sheltered from the rain, set up a tent, and looked in the distance in the direction of Tai Shenghou's grave.

The subordinate who had been promoted from Junior Commander to Grand Commander walked up to Hu Youan and asked in a low voice: "Doctor, is it enough to use just a stick?"

He was born into a common family and felt very sympathetic towards the slaves who were to be buried alive. He really couldn't bear to watch so many slaves die because of his two defeated generals.

If it really doesn't work, those slaves can be recruited as vanguards. The Grand Commander still remembers how bravely those vanguards killed the enemy on the battlefield. They were indeed untrained. The soldiers in armor and holding long swords were powerful, but they were not afraid of life and death, and they also consumed a lot of enemy troops.

Slaves want to become common people, so they will be even more desperate, because they know that if they do not get rid of their slave status, sooner or later they will die, and not only they, but also their children will always be slaves.

"When has the king's orders ever been wrong? How dare you question the king?"

Hu Youan narrowed her eyes, a sign that she was about to get angry.

The Grand Commander quickly apologized, "I dare not, I spoke out of turn, I hope the doctor will forgive me!"

His name is Qiu, and he has no surname or clan name.

Hu Youan knew that Qiu did not say that on purpose, but was just born into a commoner family and did not know etiquette, so sometimes he spoke without thinking.

"Talk less in the future."

It is impossible to change. In order to prevent the other party from offending important people in the future, Hu Youan warned him not to speak if he doesn't know how to speak.

Qiu lowered his head and took these words to heart.

As they were talking, dark clouds rolled in, a strong wind started to blow, and the branches swayed wildly in the darkness. The two men turned and went back to the tent. The wooden nails of the tent were as thick as a thigh and half a person's length. They were deeply driven into the ground, fixing the tent firmly to the ground.

This little wind won't blow the tent away.

When he returned to the tent, raindrops fell and thunder was approaching. Hu Youan didn't know when the lightning rod would work, so he lowered his head and poured himself a glass of water.

The sound of running water echoed along with the sound of raindrops, followed by the roar of a giant beast between heaven and earth.

Thunder is coming.

The next moment, Hu Youan looked at Qiu in shock, and Qiu looked back at her in confusion.

The tent was bright, as if the dark clouds had disappeared and the sun was shining on the earth again.

Is it dawn?

No, it was the lightning rod that attracted the lightning.

Because then, there was a loud noise that seemed to come out of nowhere, accompanied by the shaking of the ground beneath their feet.

Hu Youan didn't care about his own water. He put the kettle aside and walked out.

The lightning rod was still not visible in the distance, but she could see the land that was scorched by the huge thunder, and a big pit right on the grave of Tai Shenghou.

"That, that black thing, could it be the coffin of Lord Taisheng?"

Hu Youan pointed at the square thing in the charred pit, his fingertips trembling slightly.