Rebirth of Wu Ba Spring and Autumn

These hundreds of thousands of Kunlun slaves were only used as official slaves and slaves.

Every year, at regular intervals, tens of thousands of Kunlun slaves will board the big ships of the Wu Kingdom fleet, sail across the ocean, and arrive at the territory of the Wu Kingdom, just like being caught piggies.

The task of Kunlun slaves is to help Wu build various large-scale projects as free labor.

For example, in the vast territory of Wu State, most of the straight roads and open roads extending in all directions were built by Kunlun slaves.

The dirty work is done by Kunlun slaves.

As a result, when building bridges and paving roads, many Kunlun slaves were exhausted and fell to death, at least tens of thousands of people.

This is inevitable.

"Arrange the hundreds of thousands of Kunlun slaves to Hanzhong County, Wuling County, and Nanjun County first, and continue to build straight roads and galloping roads. It must be completed as soon as possible."

"promise!"

Ji Ran agreed, but frowned again and said: "My lord, there are so many Kunlun slaves, I'm afraid it's just these projects that can't be consumed!"

"My Majesty, please make a long-term plan..."

Long-term plan?

Qingji didn't think about it.

After all, the hundreds of thousands of Kunlun slaves cannot be allowed to relax.

Once the Kunlun slaves are awakened and become comfortable, it may cause unnecessary trouble to Wu.

"Your Majesty!"

At this time, Prime Minister Zuo Wenzhong came out and said: "I think that although the Kunlun slaves are foreigners, they lived like my Chinese ancestors before, farming by slash and burn, and drinking blood like hair, but it can be changed!"

"Why don't your majesty sympathize with these Kunlun slaves, and after they finish their labor, distribute houses, farm tools, and cultivated land, and organize households to Qimin, so that they can become Li Shu of our Wu Kingdom?"

"Everything is created from scratch. With the culture of my country of Wu and the long-standing culture of China, it is possible that I cannot assimilate Kunlun slaves!"

Hearing this, Qingji fell into deep thought and didn't speak.

"Father, my son thinks otherwise!"

Young Master Heng stood out with his Yahu in his hand, bowed to Qingji, and said loudly: "Slaves are slaves after all! My country of Wu is still in the period of expanding its territory, and we need a lot of labor and civilian labor to supply the country for recruiting. !"

"Kunlun slaves are free labor for my country of Wu. You only need to take care of two meals, and that's enough!"

"That's why, I think that these hundreds of thousands of Kunlun slaves can be kept temporarily for later use!"

"inappropriate!"

Ting Wei Deng Xi retorted: "My country of Wu does not support idlers! This is what the king said. It is the system of our country of Wu and cannot be changed. In the future, it will be the ancestral system!"

"Now my country of Wu can use Kunlun slaves, but can I use them in the future?"

"Your Majesty, for the current plan, I believe that when the time is right, sell the Kunlun slaves for the benefit of the country!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong immediately shook his head and said: "Ting Wei's words are wrong!"

"With the current financial resources of our Wu Kingdom, the treasury is full, so why use Kunlun slaves for profit? This is petty profit, not worth mentioning!"

Above the court, most of the ministers and officials started a heated discussion around the issue of whether the Kunlun slaves should be properly housed or raised first.

Proper placement of Kunlun slaves will obviously cause Wu to lose hundreds of thousands of free labor.

If hundreds of thousands of Kunlun slaves are raised first, it will add pressure to the country's finances, and I am afraid that the gains outweigh the losses.

As for what Deng Xi advocated, the sale of Kunlun slaves is also inappropriate...

"Your Majesty, I have countermeasures!"

At this moment, Bo Tong, who was the censor Zhong Cheng, smiled meanly and bowed to Qing Ji.

"Say."

"Your Majesty, since you are worried that the hundreds of thousands of Kunlun slaves will have nothing to do and cause trouble, why not let them have something to do?"

Hearing this, Qingji squinted his eyes and asked, "Bo Tong, tell me carefully."

"promise!"

Bo Tong said with emotion: "Your Majesty, I believe that your achievements surpass the Three Sovereigns and surpass the Five Sovereigns. He is indeed a sage king who will never be seen through the ages, a generation of arrogance!"

Not surprisingly, as usual, Bo Tong first patted Qingji's flattery, flattered him, and then spoke out his countermeasures.

"The emperors of ancient and modern times all have mausoleums, and the funeral ceremonies are simple or serious."

"I think that death is like life!"

"Although Your Majesty has abolished the system of human sacrifice, you must not be sloppy in the affairs of the afterlife!"

After a pause, Bo Tong smiled flatteringly again and said, "Why don't you use Kunlun slaves to build your own mausoleum?"

"If there are hundreds of thousands of Kunlun slaves working as slaves, plus the financial and material resources of our Wu Kingdom, we will surely be able to build a splendid underground tomb comparable to the capital of a king within ten years!"

"This Mausoleum of the King of Wu will definitely be famous through the ages, and will be sung for future generations!"

"Only such a mausoleum can be worthy of the majesty of the king, the merit of the king!"

"My Majesty please enlighten me!"

"hiss!"

Hearing this, all the officials and officials present couldn't help but gasp, feeling extremely shocked.

If according to Bo Tong's statement, tens of thousands of laborers are used to build a tomb of King Wu, not to mention the waste of money and people, how long will it take?

With Wu's current material and financial resources, plus hundreds of thousands of Kunlun slaves as manpower, it is indeed enough for Qingji to build an unprecedented mausoleum...

Although the officials were dissatisfied, they did not dare to speak out in front of Qingji.

To be honest, Qing Ji was quite moved by Bo Tong's proposition.

As one of the eight wonders of the world, the terracotta warriors and horses in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, how can we not make people yearn for it?
But, is it really good to waste manpower on Qingji's personal desires?
More later!

More later!

Qingji must restrain himself now.

After secretly calming down his mind, Qingji waved his hand and said flatly, "Construction of the widow's mausoleum has already started, but there is no need to spend so much effort and abuse people's power..."

In fact, the ancient emperors had already started to build their own mausoleums before their death.

The scale varies from big to small, in addition to the personal needs of the emperor, there are also time issues and national strength...

Qing Ji is less than 39 years old now, and he is in his prime, so why worry about passing away prematurely?
If Qingji suddenly fell ill and died, he could "live" in the mausoleum that had been built a long time ago...

"For the hundreds of thousands of Kunlun slaves, if there is really no labor, there is nothing to do. They should distribute farm tools, cattle, and resettlement houses. However, for generations, their children and grandchildren are all slaves, unless they are for the country. Set up a battle meritorious service, otherwise you will not be released from slavery!"

"Your Majesty Shengming!"

Qingji made such a decision purely for the future of Wu.

He wants to get these hundreds of thousands of Kunlun slaves to work for Wu for free, but not to give some benefits, how to make it?

If you want the horse to run, you have to let the horse eat grass!

As for the Kunlun slaves, who are equivalent to second-class people, after they take root in Wu, will there be a slave riot that will sweep the country...

This is not something Qingji has to consider now!