A Millennium Aristocratic Family Starting from the Shang Dynasty

Chapter 545 God’s will is like a sword, the king should collapse

The operations of the pioneering nobles in the south quickly allowed them to gain a foothold here and grow rapidly.

These pioneering nobles gained the support of a large number of low-level Shanyue and Nanman people, and the population of the pioneering territories soon reached 20,000 to 30,000 people. With manpower support, the construction speed of developing territories has increased rapidly.

The lower-level Shanyue and Nanman people who took refuge were all rewarded by the pioneering nobles of Daqian. Although Shanyue and Nanman are both barbarians, they are different from the Hu people in the north. The Hu people are nomadic people, while Shanyue and Nanman are half-farming, half-fishing and hunting peoples.

Those who know how to farm and are willing to farm will be assigned fields by the pioneering nobles. If they are willing to hunt, they will be assigned mountain forest hunting grounds and sell some hunting bows and hunting knives.

Anyway, there is a large amount of uncultivated wasteland on the land they currently occupy, and there is no pressure at all.

What's more, these Shanyue and Nanman people cultivate and reclaim the land, and they also have to pay taxes.

As for those Shanyue and Nanman people who did not take refuge with them, they were still slaves. Although they are also Shanyue and Nanman people at the bottom, they must be treated differently.

This kind of differential treatment also encourages those low-level Shanyue and Nanman people to defect. But after experiencing several cottages and cave owners being annexed by the Gan people using this trick, the remaining Shanyue and Nanbarbarians immediately became more vigilant.

The most obvious thing is that in the past, Daqian's caravans could enter these villages, but now they can only trade in the open spaces near the villages. Moreover, there were some Shanyue and Nanman barbarians who carried out sneak attacks on the caravans in the mountains and forests. This rarely happened before.

Although it made the caravan more difficult, the pioneering nobles didn't care. They came to pioneer because they originally wanted to compete with these barbarians for land and other resources. How could they live in peace with them. After gaining the support of a large number of Shanyue and Nanbarbarians, the pioneering nobles began to continuously expand outwards, eating away at these barbarians bit by bit.

In the imperial court's plan, after fifty years of operation in the barbaric lands developed by the pioneering nobles, they began to try to incorporate them into the Daqian. However, the imperial court has no intention of killing the donkey and hiding the bird. These people will still have the title of fiefdom, and the title will be promoted to county marquis, but the imperial court will take back the military power.

Then the new pioneering nobles will be enfeoffed again. If this continues from generation to generation, the land and population of Daqian will continue to expand. Of course, this idea is just a theory. How far this set of reforms can ultimately go depends on future generations.

In the sacred capital of Luoyang, the powerful Daqian shines like the scorching sun on this land. After the reform and restructuring, the entire Daqian was rejuvenated and became full of vitality once again.

The emergence of the pioneering nobles has alleviated the population conflict in the Daqian Kingdom. A large number of landless peasants either followed the pioneering nobles to explore various places, or entered workshops to become craftsmen.

Chao Cuo was over sixty years old. Over the years he had presided over reforms, which made him look more and more authoritative. He had just finished handling some government affairs and was about to take a rest. But at this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps. The door of the government office was pushed open in a second. A chamberlain and royal family official rushed in directly.

The two of them completely ignored the officials around them and hurriedly came to Chao Cuo and said: "Prime Minister, Your Majesty has summoned you to the palace for an audience."

"Boom!"

There was a sound of thunder, and the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, thunder bursts, and the sky was dark, as if it was going to rain heavily in the next second.

Chao Cuo felt something bad in his heart when he saw the eager look of the two of them. He immediately stood up and ran towards the palace on horseback instead of riding in a carriage.

After entering the palace gate, Chao Cuo didn't even stop his horse. He directly used the privilege granted by the emperor to ride horses in the palace and quickly rushed to Shangyang Palace. Arriving outside Shangyang Palace, several chamberlains who had been waiting here for a long time guided Chao Cuo to the palace in a hurry.

At this time, the surroundings of the main hall were heavily guarded by guards. Chao Cuo hurriedly entered. At this time, there were already hundreds of people kneeling in the hall. All of them were direct descendants of the royal family who had not been in the fifth uniform.

His Majesty the Emperor of Daqian is currently lying on the bed.

"Your Majesty!" Prime Minister Chao Cuo was shocked and quickly stepped forward to pay homage.

"The Prime Minister is here!" Wang Yi struggled to get up, and the prince next to him quickly supported him.

"Your Majesty, you must take care of your dragon body!" Chao Cuo stepped forward and held his hand. "Prime Minister, I know my body very well." Wang Yi asked the prince to help him up, and then said slowly: "I am going to die."

"His Majesty!"

"Homeowner!"

Everyone shouted quickly, their voices trembling. Wang Yi raised his hand, waved it gently and said with a smile: "Birth, old age, illness and death are the rules of heaven and earth. You don't have to be sad."

"Your Majesty, you are in your prime, and your current illness is just a minor illness. It will definitely be cured."

"Prime Minister, there is no need to lie to me." Wang Yi continued: "I am summoning you all this time because I have funeral matters to explain."

"Your Majesty!" everyone cried bitterly.

"The inheritance of the imperial throne, as well as the position of the head of the family, will be ascended by the prince according to the custom. You must assist me with all your heart, so as to prosper our country."

"I obey the order!" everyone said, suppressing their grief.

"After my death, I don't need to be buried with gold and silver. Five thousand volumes of imperial edicts and slips will suffice."

"only!"

"Cheng'er."

"My son is here."

"After you take the throne, you must continue to trust the Prime Minister and continue to implement reforms. This is the opportunity for my great power to flourish, and it cannot be stopped!"

"Father, my son and I obey your orders. I swear in the name of our ancestors to firmly support the Prime Minister's reform!" Wang Cheng said.

After hearing the prince's assurance, Wang Yi also breathed a sigh of relief. His originally rosy complexion began to fade and turned pale. Then he smiled to himself at Prime Minister Chao Cuoqiang and said: "Prime Minister, I've missed my appointment. I'm sorry. This is a reform." I can no longer accompany you on the road of innovation, please take care of it!"

"Your Majesty, take care!"

"Your Majesty, take care!"

Wang Yi looked at the people in the hall, smiled slightly, and then swayed and fell on the prince.

"Your Majesty!" There was a sudden cry in the hall. At the same time, two cloud cranes descended from the sky and landed in front of the main hall. After the two cloud cranes danced sadly for a while, they screamed sadly, soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

Just as the empire continued to develop, Wang Yi, who had been the emperor of Daqian for forty-one years, suddenly died in Changyang Palace. The death of this emperor, who had supported Prime Minister Chao Cuo for decades, cast a pall over Daqian's reforms, and the reforms that had been continuously promoted for twenty-three years also became unstable.

Forty-one years after the founding of Daqian, Wang Yi died in Changyang Palace.

(End of this chapter)