Today is also a day to try to be a tyrant. This water is everywhere...
For Hu Youan, whatever the king thinks is what she thinks, and she was born to exist for the king.
The blood feud and family vengeance that the world sees is difficult to avenge, but for Hu Youan, it is not as strong as the stimulation brought to her by the humiliation of the king at this moment.
Now Hu Youan wanted to turn around and stab Empress Dowager An with his sword!
Her eldest king suffered a lot of grievances when he was a princess. Although he was the only child of the emperor, he lived in a dim and low side hall every day, and had to please those people in the harem who deliberately mocked him every day!
Hu Youan thought of the setbacks the king had suffered in his childhood, and then thought of the king's counterattack today, and his determination to follow the king became even stronger.
"I know your loyalty, go down."
Feeling the king's hand on her shoulder and patting her twice, Hu Youan's face turned red with excitement. The king understood her loyalty, and this was the best affirmation of her!
"Yes! My king, I will be guarding you outside!"
Shen Zhiwei knew that Hu Youan would be guarding the door outside, so he went into the house and fell into a deep sleep.
She was too sleepy. She died suddenly from lack of sleep in her previous life. Could it be that this problem was brought over to ancient times?
That's impossible. My body has changed, how could I still suffer from sleep deprivation after traveling through time and space?
So, the original body was very sleep deprived.
When Shen Zhiwei woke up, he didn't rush to open his eyes, but fell into deep thought.
How did the original body die? Could it be that this world has really created a little goblin that can keep people awake all night - the mobile phone!
"System, how did I get here?"
The incident happened so suddenly before that Shen Zhiwei didn't ask in detail.
[The host died suddenly in modern times after staying up late. He was selected by the main system to become a small world repairer and then entered the body of the fallen monarch Shen Zhiwei.]
"Then how did the original body disappear?"
[Insufficient system permissions, unable to answer. ]
"If the original body was killed by someone, and I had no idea that such an enemy existed in secret, what would happen if I was killed too? If I die, will the mission be considered completed or not?"
Shen Zhiwei felt that she should first determine the content of the mission. In modern times, she could kill herself. In ancient times, she would have more ways to die.
If the country is destroyed before its founding is halfway through, who will be held responsible?
Shen Zhiwei didn't care whether she was dead or alive, she only cared about whether she could get the 100 million bonus.
Some people may say that being an emperor in ancient times and enjoying support from the whole world is much more than 100 million yuan, right?
Then let me ask you, was there air conditioning in ancient times? Was there wireless internet? Did they have cell phones?
The answer is no!
It would be strange for a modern person to be happy living in ancient times without the Internet.
Anyway, Shen Zhiwei was unhappy. In modern times, she would feel bored if she left her phone for three minutes.
[Your question has been recorded. The main system will respond within three working days. Please be patient.]
When Shen Zhiwei saw this reply, he fell into a strange silence.
Sure enough, no matter how many times she saw the system's human-computer response, she would want to complain.
The main system was busy with all sorts of things and had no time to take care of herself, so Shen Zhiwei simply got up. It was too boring to stay in bed, so she wanted to get up and do something that a king who had lost his country would do.
She wants to persecute loyal and good people, and favor treacherous and corrupt officials, and thus embark on the road to national destruction, and she is determined and unwavering!
A quarter of an hour later, Shen Zhiwei knelt at the table. Under his buttocks were not his legs, but a modern sushi plate and an ancient heel support.
Your legs won’t feel numb no matter how long you sit, and it’s even less likely that you’ll develop bow legs.
But what’s important now is not the stool under your butt, but what’s on the table in front of you.
Her dinner.
"Tongzi, hasn't this world's technological level already reached the Song and Ming dynasties?"
[Yes, host, the technological background setting of the small world is based on some historical materials from the Song and Ming dynasties.]
"Then may I ask, why is food in this world cooked in a cauldron?"
Boiled vegetables and roasted lamb sounded good, but Shen Zhiwei really hated boiled vegetables, and even less so roasted meat.
She is a wok-head and only likes to eat stir-fried dishes.
[Because this is the Zhou Dynasty, my Lord. There were no woks in the Zhou Dynasty, not even ironware.]
“What an amazing platter.”
Why do you always focus on some weird things?
In a game-derived small world, whether or not there's iron isn't just a matter of a single sentence? Adding a setting isn't a big deal; it won't kill anyone.
At this moment, the little girl who wanted to eat stir-fried vegetables broke it lightly.
Seeing Shen Zhiwei sitting at the table, staring at the food in silence, the maid beside him asked cautiously: "My king, is the food today not to your liking?"
Hearing the word "rice", Shen Zhiwei looked at the small bowl of rice.
It wasn't modern rice, but millet rice. A whole bowl of dry millet smelled delicious. If it were modern, the price would be much higher than that of rice, but Shen Zhiwei didn't like it! She wanted to eat rice!
This world is hopeless, let it be destroyed.
I can't eat or sleep well, I don't have a phone or a computer, and I have to curl my feet when I sit down. No one taught me how to live in ancient times. How can I survive? I'd better complete my goal first, get the bonus and run away!
After a few mental bets, Shen Zhiwei finally prepared himself mentally, picked up the bowl and started eating, and finally managed to eat half a bowl of rice, plus a whole roasted leg of lamb.
She also ate a few bites of boiled vegetables, otherwise she was afraid of constipation.
When eating becomes a necessity for survival, the taste doesn’t matter anymore. Everything is for the last 100 million!
After dinner, Shen Zhiwei was still sitting there, but his soul had already drifted away.
It’s okay for one or two meals, but if you eat this kind of tasteless food every day for a year or two, what’s the difference between it and a diet meal?
Shen Zhiwei sat up in shock from her dying illness. She decided to be a luxurious and tyrant ruler, smelting iron and making pots!
Other tyrants conscripted laborers to build palaces, but she conscripted craftsmen to smelt iron.
How can this not be considered a different path to the same destination?
Shen Zhiwei did it as soon as he thought of it, and called his assistant Hu Youan.
Hu Youan's face turned bitter after hearing the request, and he shook his head with difficulty. "I have heard that Anguo has a secret method that can forge a silver sharp sword. During the forging, they will add meteoric iron into it. However, the forging method is only in the hands of Anguo's craftsman Gongye. I am afraid that the craftsmen in Jingchang City are unable to forge such a thing."
Anguo was one of the vassal states. This country was not originally big, but through reforms in recent years, its national strength has become increasingly powerful and it has annexed three small countries.
The king of Anguo was of the Si surname, An clan. Anguo was located near the city of Anyang, hence the An clan. The founding king, like Shen Zhiwei, was of the Si surname.
Yes, Shen Zhiwei should actually be called Si Zhiwei now. The reason why the system calls her Shen Zhiwei is because after the Zhou Dynasty was destroyed, her original body was trapped in Shen County and changed to the Shen family.
"Then please send us a few craftsmen skilled in blacksmithing."
"Your Majesty, most of the Gongye clan are upright and unafraid of power. Moreover, Anhou has been at war frequently in recent years, so I'm afraid they won't easily send over weapon forgers."
"How dare Lord An disobey the Emperor's orders?"
Hu Youan had originally looked troubled, but after hearing Shen Zhiwei's question, he suddenly understood.
Your Majesty, are you going to take action against An Guo?
But Anguo is really a tough nut to crack. If we really take action against Anguo, I am afraid that no one in the government or the public will agree.
Hu Youan intuitively felt that provoking An Guo was dangerous, but the king would never speak casually, so his words must have a deeper meaning.
What is the deep meaning?
Seeing Hu Youan's silence, Shen Zhiwei had a new understanding of the difficulty of this matter. He originally thought it was just a matter of borrowing someone's money, which was a simple matter. Now it seems that this is a hell of a matter.
But she will not give up because of the difficulty.
She is the emperor! How could the emperor not even have a craftsman?
If there were no craftsman who made a "luxury wok" for her, how could she have been a tyrant? What tyrant is only talking about extravagance but actually can't spend even an ounce of gold?
"Tell the Queen Mother that she is Marquis An's biological sister."
Others may not be able to do so, but King Anguo will definitely not refuse to give the person to his own sister.
They just wanted a craftsman, not their lives. Shen Zhiwei didn't believe that he couldn't get it.
At this moment, Shen Zhiwei didn’t understand how useful it was for the vassal states to have a forging master who could forge better weapons.
This is an era of great contention, with frequent wars. A major war occurs every three to five years, with tens of thousands of people participating. Every once in a while, small countries disappear, big countries decline, or small countries prosper.
Countries check and balance each other, and it is difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior. In times of tension, even the slightest advancement can earn a lot of benefits for one's own country.
If Shen Zhiwei had directly ordered the King of Anguo, the other party would definitely ignore her. The current King of Zhou is just a mascot.
But if Shen Zhiwei asked Queen Mother An to speak, the result would be very different.
Empress Dowager An was frightened out of her wits by Shen Zhiwei today. When Shen Zhiwei was sleeping, she was haunted by nightmares. Several times in her dreams, she turned into a monkey tied by a monkey trainer, and watched chickens being killed again and again in front of her.
The blood in the dream was so bright that Empress Dowager An was very worried about her own safety. As long as Shen Zhiwei didn't kill her, she would find ten or a hundred craftsmen for Shen Zhiwei, let alone one!
Empress Dowager An wrote furiously at night, while Shen Zhiwei was woken up by hunger in the middle of the night. He got up and drank half a belly of water, then got up several times again, and it took him until dawn.
The next day, Shen Zhiwei sat in the hall with faint dark circles under his eyes, watching the ministers below report their work one by one.
Were there morning meetings in the Zhou Dynasty?
It seems not, it only appeared in the Han Dynasty, right?
Damn game planner, what kind of crazy setting did they put in there! How heartless!
Shen Zhiwei yawned as he listened to those insignificant little things. The only places this small court could control were Jingchang City and several nearby cities. After all, Jingchang City was the capital of the Zhou Dynasty. It was peaceful and prosperous, and there was nothing to deal with.
Shen Zhiwei wouldn't care if there were things, her mind was full of one idea.
If she fell asleep at the morning meeting, would she be considered a tyrant?
By the end of the morning meeting, Shen Zhiwei finally figured it out.
No, because a tyrant emperor would never attend morning meetings!
Got it. Let’s cancel the morning meeting tomorrow.
Then Shen Zhiwei was told by Master Wen that there would be a morning meeting every five days, and he would not have to get up early for the next four days.
Great news!
Then Master Wen sent another early-morning notice.
"Your Majesty, I will personally plow the fields tomorrow. All the ministers are ready and we will set out early."
Shen Zhiwei remembered that during the first month of spring, the emperor would offer sacrifices to the god of agriculture, encourage farming, and go to the fields to plow.
Very good, let’s go to the farm to have fun tomorrow.
He looks a bit like a tyrant.
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