Yan Jiaoran was still confused, but Murong Yanran couldn't help herself and said in a lost voice:
"No...it can't be...it's that simple?"
"Just recognize the person, there's absolutely no easier way than this!"
"Such a simple method, why has no one used it for thousands of years!"
Anyone who hears such an answer will be unable to help but question it, or even directly ridicule Qin Yuan for his wild imagination.
Not bad, not bad.
Little Murong's expression is very nice.
I felt up all of a sudden.
Qin Yuan smiled faintly and began to exude the aura of forcing the king.
"It's not that I can't, it's that I don't want to!"
"As the emperor of a country, the supreme ruler, who would want to interact with the lowest-ranking soldier?"
"Not to mention getting to know them, chatting with them, and getting to know them."
Qin Yuan's expression suddenly changed, his aura was as deep as the abyss, he stared at the two of them closely, and asked word by word:
"Now, let me tell you, if you do this, no one in the world will be able to rebel again. Will you two do it?"
"Well……"
Yan Jiaoran and Murong Yanran fell silent for a moment.
Do?
How is that possible!
Who would do such a thing?
We are all people of status, we should be decent!
Who would want to make friends with those peasants and soldiers?
I'm afraid he's too full and has some kind of illness.
If you have this time, you might as well deal with more government affairs.
The expressions of Yan Jiaoran and Murong Yanran naturally did not escape Qin Yuan's eyes.
Qin Yuan shrugged, smiled slightly and said: "Look, you don't want to."
"Even if I tell you now that this method can make you invincible, you still won't agree."
"Now you understand why I said that no emperor has used this method for thousands of years, right?"
"Wait... wait a minute."
Murong Yanran interrupted Qin Yuan's output and asked puzzledly:
"Why does knowing the soldiers at the bottom of the hierarchy guarantee that no one will rebel?"
"How can there be such a truth in this world?"
Qin Yuan knocked on Murong Yanran's head and chuckled, "Little Murong, little Murong."
"Have you read the Records of the Grand Historian by Sima Qian?"
"Ouch!" Murong Yanran felt pain, held her head, and glared at Qin Yuan fiercely.
"How could Yanran not have read Sima Qian's masterpiece?"
"I even turned it over and over and looked at it several times!"
Qin Yuan's gaze shifted to Yan Jiaoran again and he asked, "Stupid girl, what about you? Have you seen it?"
"Of course I have seen it!" Yan Jiaoran straightened her body.
You underestimate people.
How could she not have read such a classic masterpiece?
But, is there anything special in it?
Yan Jiaoran was a little confused and glanced at Murong Yanran secretly.
The situation over there is the same as mine.
That's it.
A question that even top students can’t figure out.
It would be even more impossible for her to figure it out.
Okay, just play it off and wait for the bastard to give the answer.
Qin Yuan looked at the two people who were not doing their best, spread his hands, and reminded them, "You have read the biography of Wu Qi, right?"
“I have.”
The two nodded hesitantly, not understanding what was going on.
Wu Qi, a famous military strategist and politician.
When he was in the State of Wei, he led the Wei Wuzu to defeat the State of Qin and force it to cede land and pay compensation.
When he arrived in Chu, he reformed the country to strengthen Chu.
It’s a pity that there was no happy ending.
What's wrong with him?
Murong Yanran and Yan Jiaoran both have small heads and big question marks.
Looking at the confused expressions on the two people's faces, Qin Yuan felt a few black lines on his head.
This is a story that even elementary school students know, but you two don’t know it?
Qin Yuan sighed, feeling disappointed, and said, "There's a record of this in Wu Qi's biography."
"Speaking of Wu Qi, he mingled with his soldiers, eating the same food and wearing the same clothes."
"Even when sleeping, he never used an extra mattress compared to ordinary soldiers. When marching or fighting, he never rode on a horse. Instead, he personally carried food on his back and shared the hardships with the soldiers."
"You two must know this, right?"
Of course I know.
This is to illustrate that Wu Qi loves his soldiers like his own sons!
Murong Yanran and Yan Jiaoran nodded.
"Then do you remember what was written later?" Qin Yuan asked.
Murong Yanran replied, "There's a short story written at the end."
"A soldier fell ill and had a boil on his foot. Wu Qi personally sucked out the pus for him."
"When the soldier's mother learned about this, she burst into tears."
The neighbor was very surprised and asked her, "The general personally sucked out the pus and blood from your child. This is a great favor. It shows that he values your child. Why are you crying?"
"The woman said that's not true. In the past, General Wu helped the child's father suck out the pus."
"The child's father was extremely brave on the battlefield, fighting bravely and finally died in battle."
"Now, General Wu is helping my kid suck out his pus and blood. My kid is going to die..."
Before Murong Yanran finished speaking, Qin Yuan smiled and said, "Look, even a country woman can understand this principle. Haven't you two figured it out yet?"
"Since ancient times, generals who are good at fighting have mostly loved their soldiers like their own children, clearly distinguished between rewards and punishments, treated them well, and mingled with them."
"Only in this way, on the battlefield, will the soldiers fight to the death to repay the general's kindness. Everyone will be fearless and willing to sacrifice their lives. Such an army will naturally be unstoppable."
"You mean, if you want to win the hearts of the soldiers, you have to get along with the lower-level soldiers?" Yan Jiaoran asked with a frown.
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