Chapter 142 It would be rude not to take over the West
A sailboat nearly two stories high slowly glided through the sky, casting a large shadow on the ground. The farmers busy in the fields didn't even have the curiosity to look up, and only young children would occasionally exclaim in surprise.
It's just a flying boat. You can see it every day, so the novelty of it has worn off.
Adults coaxing children would also take a second look and say, "If you can surpass Hu Zi next door in this year-end test, Mom will take you to see a flying boat."
This is a great temptation for children who have never traveled far away.
The child, cheering, ran towards his friends, blurting out a string of boastful words, drawing waves of envy. The adults, having just finished coaxing the child, silently calculated the time and money involved. Just going to see it, the price was affordable.
So I turned back to continue the previous topic,
"Our village has to start early this year. The county only has five wheat-cutting machines. If we're late, we'll have to go out and cut the wheat ourselves. My waist hurts so much that I can't sleep well at night."
An elderly man passing by tapped his cane and said with deep sorrow, "Our ancestors have lived like this for generations. A few years ago, you could harvest more than an acre a day. We've only had a few years of good times, and now you can't even bear this little hardship. You young people..."
Several people looked at each other, curled their lips and did not refute.
——Who likes to suffer when they can be comfortable?
Sir, times have changed.
The elderly people are very famous in the village and township, and no one would offend them for such a small matter. The two young people vaguely changed the topic and continued the previous topic after they walked away.
"My wheat will be ready for harvest in three to five days. I checked the weather forecast in town yesterday, and the next ten days or so will be fine. Let's get together with the villagers and harvest the wheat together. We'll have to pay the rent, but we can save on the fare for the wheat harvesting cart."
The other person nodded, "Okay. I'll go east, I'll go west, and we'll meet here. We can rent land if we have 500 acres. We need more than a dozen households. If our village isn't big enough, we'll have to ask in the next village."
"Don't worry. Everyone has been better off in the past two years and is willing to spend some money to save effort. Our village and the neighboring village will definitely be able to raise enough." After saying that, he patted his shoulder and walked into the door.
He immediately called out, "Second Aunt, is Second Uncle here?"
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Shrouded in twilight, the city of Xianyang is like a crawling giant beast, still rugged and majestic as unique to this era, but much larger than before.
But the biggest difference from before is the lanterns shining in the dark, like the Milky Way from the sky falling into the earth, forming continuous bands of light, illuminating every street and alley.
If you look closely, you can find that those are not lanterns at all, but glowing lantern flowers. They are in front of the door, on the roadside, and in flower pots. They can grow with just a handful of soil and a cup of water, providing rare light in the dark night.
In the low wooden house, the white-haired old woman poured the remaining tea into the flowerpot. The "little lantern" in the pot, which had been hanging its head, slowly raised its head as if it was full, and emitted soft white light bit by bit. The darkness was instantly dispelled from the house that was invaded by the night, and even the shadows in the corners were exposed.
The old woman took out a winnowing basket from the bedside, found a few pieces of cloth, and began to sew with needle and thread.
"This fairy lamp is really useful. I don't have to worry about my eyes getting blurry at night. If I had this condition before, I wouldn't have gotten my eyes hurt from staying up all night."
These days really feel like a dream.
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East Suburbs Military Camp.
Bang——!
Crash——
Accompanied by the sound of walls collapsing, cheers came from all around.
"color!"
"General Wang is mighty!"
Wang Ben shook his feet, and the golden color wrapped around his calves slowly faded away. The weapons of all sizes scattered throughout the venue also dissipated with a wave of his hand.
Meng Tian climbed up from under the dirt, his face covered in dust. Large and small pieces of dirt fell down, and before they hit the ground, they turned into yellowish-brown streams of light and returned to him.
He brushed the dust off the corner of his robe, stretched his arms and legs, and said, "Your Excellency's strength has increased."
Last month he could last an hour, but today he was knocked down in half an hour.
Upon hearing this, Wang Ben bowed towards the Xianyang Palace and said, "Your Majesty has shown me great favor by appointing me as the commander of the new army."
Their strength relies on the power of the Qin Empire. The more positions they hold, the more they are protected by the Qin Empire's fortune, and naturally the stronger they become.
"Immortal power is immortal power, but how you use it is real strength. Right, Han Xin." He raised his voice deliberately and added a teasing smile to the last sentence.
"snort."
A young man with a sour face came over and retorted angrily, "On a march to war, there's no need for the commander to personally lead the vanguard. Leading the army from the center is the true style of a great general!"
“Hahahahahaha…”
Wang Ben and Meng Tian looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
This is not a mockery. Han Xin led his troops to sweep across the Western Regions and expand the territory for Your Majesty when he was less than 20 years old. This is enough to prove his natural talent in military affairs.
To be honest, expanding territory has strengthened the country's strength, and they should be grateful to him for it.
However, compared with his genius in commanding troops, his own martial arts skills are really... His Majesty has specially created the position of general, which is equal to the nine ministers, to enhance his strength.
But the result is——
Even though their level has improved, their fighting skills are still shocking.
Meng Tian tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth that curled up, and patted Han Xin on the shoulder. "Don't be discouraged. Accumulate more military merits, and maybe you'll be promoted next time..."
Han Xin's eyes lit up expectantly, and he quickly replied, "Can I beat you?"
Meng Tian said sternly, "No, I can use the huge difference in realm to run... and hide faster."
Having said this, Meng Tian finally couldn't hold back his laughter and burst into laughter again.
Han Xin was so angry and embarrassed that his face turned red.
Wang Ben came over and punched him. "Ignore him. Come on, I'll take you to eat barbecue." He took Han Xin's arm and walked forward. "Let Meng Tian be our cook."
The Qin State has been recuperating for many years, and a new generation has grown up. According to Your Majesty's temperament, it is time to expand the territory of the Qin State.
Oh no, according to those literati, this is called bathing in the king's influence, giving the crude and barbaric people a chance to broaden their eyes and gain knowledge.
In short, this peaceful life will not last long. The soldier's final destination is the battlefield and the front line where blood is flying.
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Wei Shengxue withdrew her spiritual energy and waved her sleeves. A laurel tree in the corner of the wall suddenly snaked up, forming two chairs in the air. She sat down with her sleeves gathered together and said with a smile, "Your Majesty's strength is improving rapidly. It won't be long before you reach the Nascent Soul stage."
Ying Zheng stepped on the void, as if climbing up an invisible staircase. He lowered his eyes slightly, and the grass and trees that seemed to have shrunk due to the distance came into his sight.
Such great power still fascinates him even after so many years.
"You are too kind, fellow Daoist. If I want to reach the Nascent Soul stage, given the development of the Great Qin, I am afraid it will take several decades."
He half leaned against the back of a chair made of osmanthus, with a corner of osmanthus branches hanging above his head like a laurel wreath.
Ying Zheng's gaze followed the main road of Xianyang westward, towards the setting sun in the sky.
The sun sets in the west and rises in the west again. The distant sky will be the new journey of the Qin warriors.
The setting sun faded away and the sky gradually darkened.
When the last ray of rosy clouds faded from the horizon, Ying Zheng's voice came on the wind:
"Fellow Daoist, can you tell the fortune for the Great Qin?"
Wei Sheng Xuesong opened his fingers, and the broken leaves fell with the wind, leaving only a hint of green on his fingertips. "Withered bones and dead grass, how can we tell good or bad luck?"
This sentence comes from the story of King Wu's conquest of King Zhou. When King Wu was about to attack King Zhou, he divined for good or bad luck, and the result was a bad omen. Jiang Taigong crushed the tortoise shell and threw away the yarrow, saying, "How can I tell good or bad luck with dry bones and lifeless grass?" He then insisted on sending troops, and the Battle of Muye was a great victory.
Ying Zheng had naturally read this story and could understand what she meant.
He will send troops no matter what the outcome.
If that’s the case, what’s the point of fortune-telling?
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With the blessing of spiritual power, Daqin has developed rapidly in recent years. Having solved the problems of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and exempted from the head tax, the people of Daqin, believing in the blessing of having many children, have begun a frenzy of having children.
In just over a decade, the population has more than doubled, and the oldest ones have met the requirements for conscription.
"This expedition is for exploring the way, so it should be mainly composed of monks." The number of ordinary soldiers required is not high.
As soon as the request was announced, the generals standing in the hall immediately requested to fight.
This is not only the first military achievement, but also represents a step closer to becoming an immortal and achieving eternal life!
In the Qin Dynasty, under the "National Destiny" model, the cultivation progress of all officials was almost completely tied to the prosperity of the Qin Dynasty. Even if some people could not care about fame and fortune, no one could refuse immortality.
The strength of the Qin Dynasty lies in their prosperity.
"Wang Ben." The emperor sitting high on the throne called out his name in a deep voice.
"I'm here." Wang Ben stood up and walked out, as steady as ever.
"I appoint you as the expeditionary general, commanding the expeditionary force. You must ensure that the Western Ocean is incorporated into the territory of the Qin Empire."
"I obey your command."
"Minister of Grain, cooperate with the expeditionary general to mobilize the necessary supplies."
"yes."
“…”
A series of orders were issued, and the huge machine of Daqin began to operate rapidly.
This expedition will be mainly led by monks, with ordinary navy only responsible for auxiliary logistical work. A group of civil servants will also accompany them so that they can take over the local forces in a timely manner.
The storm is coming.
The commotion of sending troops on the expedition was so great that even ordinary people in Guizhou knew that the imperial court was going to make a big move.
During this period, the tea stalls on the streets and alleys are always doing particularly good business, and the storytellers have changed their previous melodramatic dramas of infatuated men and resentful women, and instead talked about the iron cavalry of the Qin Dynasty sweeping across the Western Regions and the kings who came to surrender.
The monks from the Cultivation Academy, who had been scattered across the country to take up positions after graduation, also gathered in Xianyang at a summons from the Xianyang Palace.
The navy is on high alert in Donghai County. After taking the emperor's oath, the monks will board a uniformly mobilized flying boat to join the navy.
In a nutshell, the atmosphere has become so set that it would be rude not to take over the West.
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