"But how many people will die in the war?"
“Brother, you are a man of great stature! How can you show such womanly compassion at a time when the fate of Qin is at stake? Moreover, a ruler’s benevolence is based on a harmonious society. Right now, Qin’s officialdom is corrupt, officials protect each other, and local powerful families act independently, oppressing their own territories. If we pity the lives of these wicked people and turn a blind eye to the lives of the vast majority of ordinary and common people, Qin will still perish!”
"No, no, this is just Li Xiang's wishful thinking..."
“My husband said that if we ignore the most basic survival needs of ordinary people, then they will not care about the survival needs of the Qin state either. We can either choose to endure the pain and eliminate the vested interest groups, or we can choose to lie low and wait for public resentment to boil over, waiting for the poor people of the world to be buried with us.”
"Is there no other way? Is this the only path we can take?"
"No!"
"No, there must be another way!"
Fusu shook his head. He didn't believe Li Lin's words, and he didn't think that Li Lin's words were necessarily correct.
However, Li Lin witnessed the gradual decline of ancient dynasties over two thousand years, one of the most important reasons being the severe land annexation and the control of land by powerful clans.
With no other way to survive, the people had no choice but to rise up in rebellion.
Do you think those powerful and wealthy people would cut off their own flesh to give back to the poor?
"We can call on them..."
“Brother, I misjudged you. I never expected your thinking to be so naive. A call to action? What is the value of your call to action? This is my husband’s attitude toward the new policies these days. He told me to give it to you before he left, hoping that you can see the error of your ways.”
"......"
Fusu did not say anything.
He became completely dejected at that moment.
The meaning of what Manyin had just said kept replaying in his mind.
"Farewell!"
Seeing that he was in a daze, Man Yin did not linger any longer and went straight out of the mansion, got into a sedan chair and returned to the Prime Minister's mansion.
"No, there must be a gentler way, there must be..."
Fusu muttered to himself, picked up the booklet on the table, and began to read it.
The very first sentence stunned him.
"The people of Qin had no time to mourn their own fate, yet later generations mourned them; if later generations mourned them but did not learn from their mistakes, they would only cause later generations to mourn again."
"What a lament for future generations!"
He immediately became very interested in the booklet and read it all night until dawn.
"If Zhou and Shang did the same, will Qin follow suit now? Perhaps Prime Minister Li is right. No reform is without bloodshed. If tens of thousands die, it can save millions or even tens of millions of lives. It's worth it!"
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