Eat your fill and continue to be a tyrant, gambling on this ancestral farming foundation...
The answer is no, there are no agricultural officials.
Now the Zhou Dynasty is in name only, and those who have the ability and ideas have long since fled.
Officials are all aristocrats, and aristocrats frequently marry each other. Every vassal state has aristocratic "family", so it is very easy to change jobs.
Rather than being tied to the King of Zhou and fighting to the death on a sinking ship, it would be better for each of them to pursue their own future and leave the old, weak and sick to the King of Zhou.
After all, the emperor cannot be left alone.
Every monarch of a vassal state knew that if a country wanted to be strong, it must have enough food. More food could sustain the population. With more people and more soldiers, it could win on the battlefield, swallow up small countries, and strengthen itself.
Therefore, the ministers that the vassal states wanted most were agricultural officials.
They would be happy to treat as guests any agricultural officials who knew how to farm.
Instead of asking where the agricultural official is, Shen Zhiwei might as well ask if there is anyone else who can be an agricultural official.
Looking at the clumsy movements of the ministers, who were not much better than himself, Shen Zhiwei knew the answer.
She came here to be the king of a fallen country, not to be a starving ghost!
Shen Zhiwei really doubted whether she would run out of food in the end if she continued to farm like this.
"Tongzi, in your lifetime, has there ever been a host who starved themselves to death?"
Shen Zhiwei said to the system in his heart.
[Sorry, host, this question is too difficult. The system cannot answer it. However, it is difficult for a person to starve to death under conditions of freedom of movement and abundant resources. The system believes in your strength! Come on, host!]
The system's response was just as human-machine as ever.
Shen Zhiwei heard a hint of disdain in it. Perhaps for artificial intelligence, it was a very incredible thing for a person to starve himself to death under non-extreme conditions.
Shen Zhiwei also found it incredible. How could a dynasty that could build a building like the Forbidden City of later generations be unable to even cultivate the land meticulously?
So when the ministers came back after turning the fields, they saw their emperor looking at them with a very deep gaze, as if he could see the future of the Zhou Dynasty.
Full of the light of wisdom.
"Your Majesty! What have you thought of?"
Master Wen was the first to step forward and ask.
Shen Zhiwei met Master Wen's expectant eyes, then guiltily looked away, looking at the endless fields. After a long while, he finally uttered two words.
"I'm hungry."
What was he thinking? He was thinking that before he could become the king of a fallen nation, he might starve to death first. So he decided to eat every meal he could, even if it was just boiled vegetables. He would just eat his fill first.
Man is made of iron and rice is made of steel. She can't control much. In short, everything will be decided after she has eaten her fill!
Master Wen thought that he had been out for a long time and had worked in the fields, so he must be hungry, so he quickly ordered people to prepare a meal.
Taibu Yang, who had been paying attention to the king, saw the tutor leave and stood there, not knowing what to think. His face turned blue and purple, and finally he made up his mind and walked forward.
He put on his familiar, flattering smile and said, "My king, the sun is high and it's hot here. Why don't you go sit over there?"
It's early spring now, are you sure you want to hide from the sun?
Shen Zhiwei squinted his eyes and looked at Tai Buyang, which made the smile on his face almost unable to be maintained.
Amidst Taibuyang's uneasy expression, Shen Zhiwei nodded.
She talked about the Zhou Dynasty's pills. Look at these ministers. There is a white phosphorus personality in the palace, and the most trusted minister in the court is a nagging male coquettish man. Now there is a dog-skin plaster, and he is a flattering type.
As soon as Shen Zhiwei raised her foot, a group of people followed her and moved under the shade of the tree.
When Taibu Yang saw a large group of people following him, he lowered his eyes somewhat unhappily.
"Look around and prepare for the auspicious sacrifice."
When Shen Zhiwei saw Taibu Yang's drooping brows, he knew that he had something to say to him in private, so he dismissed the useless ministers behind him with a few words.
Only when there were only two figures left under the shade of the tree did Taibuyang become active again.
Those slaves standing around Shen Zhiwei were probably not considered human beings in Taibuyang's eyes.
"Your Majesty, please take a seat."
Taibu Yang wanted to speak but didn't know what to say. He looked around and saw a stone under the tree. He walked forward and cleaned it with his wide sleeves, then bowed and invited Shen Zhiwei to sit down.
Shen Zhiwei shook her head. A light breeze blew and she felt a little cold. She decided to decline the cold stone.
"Speak frankly."
Say what you want to say quickly, otherwise this foolish king will charge you with attempting to murder the king. If she catches a cold, it will be all the fault of this fortune teller.
Taibu Yang, whose heart was burning with passion at the moment, had no idea what the king in front of him was thinking.
Even Taibu Yang felt that the king was so organized and gentle at such a young age that he was a role model for all kings in the world!
How could other kings be so considerate as to dismiss others and patiently wait for their ministers to speak? For example, there were some princes with violent temperaments. If their ministers dared to speak so hesitantly, they would have been whipped long ago.
There are many kings who would resort to violence against others if they disagreed with something.
"Your Majesty, I do have something to report. Your elder brother, Lord Hui'an, came to me a few days ago, saying he wanted to go to Anguo to seek work. Lord Hui'an was granted the title of lord by the previous king, but now he wants to return to Anguo. This behavior is truly despicable."
Hui'an Jun was the child of unknown father born to Empress Dowager An in Anguo.
Hui'an is a title that had never existed before. It was given to him separately and has no real meaning. It basically means that he is a virtuous person from Anguo.
"A wise bird chooses its own tree to roost in. If he wants to return to Anguo, then let him go. The Queen Mother will send a message to the King of Anguo soon. Let him go with the messengers."
Hui'an Jun had some talent, but if he stayed and wanted to build the Zhou Dynasty, it would be the end of him.
Shen Zhiwei didn't want to keep anyone here at all.
When Tai Buyang heard the words that he wanted to send the person away quickly, the meaning was not so pure.
There is already an allusion to the saying that good birds choose trees rather than trees choose good birds, but no one has ever said it so concisely and directly to the point.
Taibu Yang considered himself a good bird, not a vicious beast, so he felt that Shen Zhiwei's words were meant for him.
If the good bird the king was referring to was himself, then the other person whom the king disliked must be an evil beast, right?
When Taibu Yang thought of this, his heart warmed, and he immediately felt that he had met a wise master. Hui'an Jun's reputation for virtue spread throughout Jingchang City, but he, Taibu Yang, was known for his bad reputation.
But the king is willing to keep him and give up Hui'an Jun. Doesn't that mean that in the king's heart, he, Taibuyang, is better than Hui'an Jun!
How could a minister not be excited to be affirmed by others, especially by the monarch he is loyal to?
"Your Majesty is wise, and the Grand Astrologer understands. If Your Majesty trusts me, please leave this matter to me."
The king looked down on Hui'an Jun, which was Hui'an Jun's fault. Hui'an Jun went to serve in Anguo, which was also Hui'an Jun's fault. Adding these two mistakes together, Yang felt murderous intent in his heart.
"Okay, okay, I'll leave it to you. With only a few people working this vast expanse of land, the grain yields will definitely not increase. Find some more people, whether commoners or slaves, as long as they can work. We can't let a thousand acres of fertile land go to waste."
Shen Zhiwei's attention has been attracted by the large field.
As she said, there are too few people farming here. Giving those few people thousands of acres of land is like throwing a few ants into a yard of several hundred square meters. They will disappear in the blink of an eye.
The farming gene running through Shen Zhiwei's blood made her feel uncomfortable when she saw this scene.
So many good fields have been left to waste. They could have produced a good harvest, but because there are not enough people, they have to suffer a poor harvest in the end. It’s such a waste to think about it!
The emperor's fields should not be so deserted, but now even the agricultural officials are gone, and the common people have gone to other places to farm, and the rest are unable to run away.
Taibuyang's own fertile fields were more prosperous than the fields in front of him, so it was normal for the emperor to be dissatisfied.
However, Taibu Yang did not expect that the emperor would say that as long as they could work, they could be sent to farm, no matter if they were commoners or slaves.
"My king, are slaves also sent to work the land? How can they work on the fields?"
Taibu Yang felt that this was against etiquette. Slaves served the nobles and were their private property. Farming had always been the business of the common people. Only when the common people were very few would they reluctantly send a few slaves over.
If the emperor issues an order, there will be no shortage of common people in the world to farm for him, and there will be no need to use slaves!
The Zhou Dynasty was a slave society. Slaves were human beings, but not human beings.
In modern terms, slaves were the private property of the nobility written into the national constitution.
"Then I ask you, if slaves don't farm, will you be able to do it? Can that small number of people do it well? If you don't allow slaves to come, and instead ask the common people to come, will there be agricultural officials to teach the common people how to farm?"
Shen Zhiwei's series of death questions made Taibu Yang hesitate and not know how to answer.
The agricultural officials had indeed all run away, but the noble families were always in need of common people who could farm. However, it was impossible to send those high-quality common people to the emperor's fertile fields.
If the emperor is powerful, all the wealth in the world will belong to him, and the nobles will have to support him. But now it is different from the past, the royal family can no longer do that.
No, once my brother dies, the royal family will be in even worse trouble.
It is impossible for Taibu Yang to bear the pressure from the entire family and make a decision for Shen Zhiwei that goes against their ancestors. Therefore, this simple problem cannot be solved by common sense.
"So, go find an obedient slave."
Seeing that Taibu Yang stopped yelling about something being against etiquette, Shen Zhiwei pulled the corners of his lips and smiled crookedly.
Little guy, I am a tyrant and I can’t discipline you.
No one can stop my foolish steps. Once I fill my stomach, I will continue to play music and dance and enjoy myself before the country is destroyed!
I really can't enjoy anything now. I'm starving to death.
When Shen Zhiwei thought about eating boiled vegetables in the morning and eating boiled vegetables in the evening, his face turned cold instantly.
You don’t need to eat lunch because people only eat two meals a day these days.
Damn it, I can’t laugh anymore.
"But, my king, there are no agricultural officials..."
"Don't worry about it. Arrange the people first. Do your job well. I will appoint you as the Grand Master in the future."
After eating Shen Zhiwei's cake, Tai Buyang's expression became much more serious.
Shen Zhiwei was very confident that the lack of an agricultural official was not a big problem.
As for farming, even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run. Shen Zhiwei didn't believe it. She gambled her genes for growing flowers and crops, so how could she not be able to grow it?
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