Great Qin had a prosperous age

Chapter 584: Playing the Qin under the Moon (please give me a monthly recommendation ticket)
"I understand your good intentions, but I can really handle this matter on my own."

Everyone praised it, and the matter was settled.

In the evening, the fire was soaring into the sky, and hundreds of large pots were steaming with steam.Although they were still in a semi-open grave, with shackles on their ankles and everyone squatting on the ground, each of them held a heavy bowl of porridge in their hands.

They are all people who have lost their country and left their hometowns. However, they spent their youngest years in grave pits. Naturally, many of them have dull eyes.

And today's meal, for a large number of people, has never been tasted since the day they were born.Those who can be forced to be involved in the bloodiest and cruelest battlefields are actually the people at the bottom of society.In war years, the people at the bottom often have no fixed place to live, and they often lack food and clothing. But war can give you a chance to stand up.

As the defeated party, these prisoners lost their last chance. At the same time, in the Qin State, they were completely deprived of their dignity and freedom.

As for human rights, how could human rights appear in the early Qin Dynasty?

A mouthful of hot porridge went into the dry belly and empty stomach. Many people even cried while drinking.For a time, there was a sound of wailing and sobbing in the huge imperial mausoleum.

Big teardrops fell into the bowl, and the fragrant yellow millet exuded. These people finished the porridge and licked the bowl again.

About a quarter of an hour later, overwhelming cries erupted one after another in the burial pit.

Zhang Ping was indoors, carefully looking at the atlas of the addresses of the tombs accompanying the imperial mausoleum.On one side, a servant was holding a lamp for Zhang Ping.

The summer is humid and hot, and the Lishan Mausoleum is no better than Xianyang City, which is full of gold, silver, and jewels. Although it is night, the heat wave hits the face from the window, and the cicadas and birds in the nearby mountains and forests are even more disturbing.

If the weather is too hot, people's physical strength will be wasted and people will feel tired and weak.But Zhang Ping was extraordinarily diligent tonight. He braved the scorching heat and leaned on his desk to think.

It is not a simple matter to appease and mobilize these prisoners.Moreover, they don’t know how to read the flag and need to be taught.Building an army can take a lot of time.

What is Your Majesty's plan?

If Xianyang City cannot be moved, then the stubborn forces in Xianyang City should be moved out. This is your Majesty's wish.

If he wants to be deployed, these people must be grateful for his kindness.

"In a few days, I will go into the palace to see His Majesty again."

Zhang Ping talked to himself.

Suddenly, overwhelming roars came from all directions.

"Thank you to the five schools for your great kindness."

"Thank you to the Fifth School for your grace."

Hearing these calls, Zhang Ping naturally pushed open the door and went out, but saw that his door was full of garrison soldiers.

Zhang Ping's practice of feeding the prisoners out of his own pocket has spread, and the effect is immediate.

The prisoners were grateful to Zhang Ping, and the soldiers admired Zhang Ping's character.

In this world, many people advocate benevolence and righteousness, but few people actually do it.

So when Zhang Ping used his own pocket to pay for the prisoners' meals, many people were stunned to see this move.

Zhang Ping, wearing regular clothes, stood at the door of Lishan Mansion, enjoying the praises of many soldiers.

The Lishan Mausoleum has never been so lively.But in Xianyang City far to the north, it was completely different. It was completely silent.

When it was still dark, every household had already closed its doors.

Mengshi, Wangshi, and Fengshi are high-profile mansions, but the lights in the outer courtyards are all on.

The Meng family's mansion does not have the luxury of other wealthy families, but it is grand.There are red lacquer railings, spacious rooms and high houses, and the servants in the mansion are all well-behaved and solemn.

The atmosphere in the Meng Mansion is naturally due to the depressed mood of the current owner of this mansion.

As the sun set, Meng Tian sat in the courtyard after dinner, and it was evening as soon as he sat down.Meng Tian drank in front of the moon. Even though he was tall and tall, there was a piano in front of his knees.

Meng Yi is good at all of the six arts of a gentleman.

Meng Tian had many things on his mind, and he played the piano intermittently.

Outside the courtyard gate, a black figure lingered, walking back and forth.This man was none other than Meng Zhong. He stood in front of the door very conspicuously.

Not daring to enter his father's yard, he stood alone at the door, hesitating again and again, when he heard footsteps coming from behind.

Meng Zhong turned around and saw that the person coming was his uncle.

"Nephew pays respects to uncle."

"Why doesn't Azhong go in?"

Meng Zhong was slightly embarrassed, thinking: Oh no!Uncle must have seen it just now.

Meng Zhong hesitated and said:
"My father is worried about state affairs, and my nephew cannot disturb me."

Behind him, Meng Yi's legitimate son Meng Qiu couldn't help but laugh out loud.Meng Zhong accepted His Majesty's appointment and became a general. This incident made his uncle very dissatisfied, and he was furious with Meng Zhong a few days ago.Since then, Meng Qiu has never seen the father and son speak.

【The Lord of Qiu kills, and in ancient times, things related to legal orders, punishments and prisons were called Qiu. 】

Meng Yi glanced at Meng Qiu, who immediately stopped laughing and said nothing.

"You'd better not go in."

As the new generation of Montessori, Meng Qiu and Meng Zhong are the subjects of constant attention from outsiders.But unlike Meng Zhong, who grew up with Meng Tian and had combat experience, Meng Qiu freely studied with his teacher at home.

Not only that, because Meng Yi had won the trust of the First Emperor, he accompanied the First Emperor on every tour. Each tour lasted for at least several months and as long as half a year.Over time, Meng Qiu grew up alone at home.When the father is at home, he behaves like a cat, but when the father is not at home, the monkey becomes the king.

After being stared at by Meng Yi, Meng Qiu, who was only 20 years old, knew that his father would definitely teach him a lesson when he returned.

Since the new emperor ascended the throne, he did not go out on patrol, and even handed over Dali Temple to his father. His father had been staying at home, which frustrated Meng Qiu.Meng Qiu got to know many children from aristocratic families who were as playful and playful as him. These days, they all experienced the same thing.

When my father returned home, everything changed. There were restrictions and discipline everywhere.If you don't accept it, you will drop yourself and beat you.

Meng Qiu was frightened by his father's majesty and had no choice but to retreat.

Meng Yi was much more polite towards his brother's son.

Meng Yi patted Meng Tian on the shoulder.

"Azhong, since His Majesty has appointed you to be responsible for the defense of the capital, you must be careful not to make any mistakes and lose your father's face. Be careful in everything. In time, if you can prove to your father that you are With strength, your father will naturally calm down."

Meng Zhong was grateful.

"Thank you uncle for the advice. My nephew knows how to do it."

"You go. I have something important to discuss with your father."

When Meng Zhong retreated, Meng Yi frowned and entered the courtyard.This courtyard used to be the residence of his father Meng Wu.Every time Meng Yi came in, the scene of his father sitting under the apricot tree always appeared in front of his eyes.

Sitting under the almond tree now is his brother.

Meng Yi took off his shoes, got on the table, and sat opposite his brother.

Only then did Meng Tian stop playing the piano.

Meng Yi looked at Meng Tian's cheeks and figure and couldn't help but say:

"Brother has lost a lot of weight."

"I can't eat much lately."

Meng Yi said:

"The general trend is, what can I do about it? What's more, if this matter is successful, it will also be beneficial to our Meng family. Don't you want to withdraw from the court? Why not just after this incident."

(End of this chapter)