vrcanaries Chapter 772 Bluestone
Chapter 772 Bluestone
The old minister held the sacrificial ritual vessel, and the Taotie pattern on the bronze gui reflected his gloomy face: "The ancestral temple sacrifices have been changed to the Western calendar, and even the winter solstice ceremony has to be moved?" He suddenly leaned in, and the smell of wine mixed with mugwort sprayed on Liu Bo's ear, "Don't forget, you are just an unknown person under General Meng's tent." The Prime Minister's Mansion was brightly lit late at night. Feng Quji's housekeeper handed over a secret letter, and the bloody words on the sheepskin hurt people's eyes: "The salt merchants of Bashu jointly refused to pay the new tax, saying that 'there is no such precedent in Qin law.'" Liu Bo stroked the pen and thought of the salt and iron theory he had read before crossing. The next day at the court meeting, he threw the drawings of the salt-boiling workshop on the table: "The official salt-boiling workshop produces three times more than private merchants. Do you not trust the craftsmen of the Great Qin?" The martial arts field on the outskirts of Xianyang was covered with dust. General Zhang Han's armored army was lined up like a forest, but Liu Bo was arguing with Meng Tian in the central army tent. "Transfer 50,000 northern troops to guard Lingnan? What should we do if the Great Wall defense line is empty!" The old general slammed the tiger talisman on the table, shaking off the "Art of War" on the table. He opened the satellite map projection on his mobile phone: "The Xiongnu dare not go south in the short term. If Nanyue is unstable, the south of the Yangtze River will be shaken." On the day of the Spring Festival, an unexpected event occurred. During the ceremony presided over by Hu Wujing, the chimes suddenly went out of tune, and the eyes of the Tailao used for sacrifice were bleeding. The nobles watching the ceremony whispered that this was "the reform angered the heaven." Liu Bo snatched the bamboo slips from the official and pointed to the oracle bone inscriptions on it: "This is a sign of cattle plague. What does it have to do with the ritual system?" He turned to Fusu and whispered: "Check Hu Wujing's private land, and you will definitely find something." When the Tingwei Mansion found Hu Wujing's private hoard of 100 stones of official salt, the autumn wind in Xianyang City blew down the first ginkgo leaf. Liu Bo stood at the Censorate, watching the impeachment memorials flying in like snowflakes. Feng Quji's resignation was written in a high-sounding manner: "I am an old and stupid minister, and I wish to avoid the path of the wise." However, he received a secret report late at night - the carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion was carrying gold cakes to Hangu Pass. The court meeting at the end of the year was full of gunpowder. Liu Bo, the new Shangshu Ling, read the "Equal Land Order", and the jade belts of the nobles jingled. "Give land according to population and abolish hereditary nobles and hereditary salaries?" Ying Cheng, a member of the royal family, stood up and slammed the table. The jade sword on his waist flashed a cold light, "How can I, the blood of the Ying family, be on the same level as the common people!" He smiled and raised the bamboo slips: "In the past, Shang Jun moved the tree to establish trust. Today, you may as well try it." The Lantern Festival banquet, Xianyang Palace was decorated with lights and colors. The assassins of Hu Hai's remnants mixed into the dancers, and the daggers in their sleeves glowed coldly. Liu Bo's pen tip cut through the night sky and accurately nailed the assassin's throat. Blood splattered on the newly made glass lamp. He looked at Fusu who was still in shock and said, "Your Majesty, you know that guarding against people is like controlling water. It is better to drain than to block." When the willows were cut at Baqiao in early spring, Liu Bo received urgent news from Shu. Hu Hai's old subordinates joined forces with the Southern Barbarians to rebel, and the rebels had already captured Wuyang. He unfolded a modern Sichuan-Shu topographic map and said to Zhang Han, "Take the Yinping trail and take them by surprise." The old general stroked his beard and laughed, "Deng Ai's surprise attack strategy back then was actually figured out by a scholar like you." On the day the victory news came, the streets of Xianyang were deserted. Liu Bo stood on the newly built bell tower and watched the people cheering with colorful flags written in simplified Chinese. There were footsteps behind him, and Fusu handed him a bamboo slip: "The new law has been completed, sir, please take a look." He unfolded it and read it carefully. The words "equality for all" and "rule of law" shone brightly in the sun. As dusk deepened, Liu Bo took out his mobile phone. On the screen, which had long been exhausted, the map of the Qin Dynasty's territory was still clear. He looked at the highway being built in the distance and thought of the highway before he crossed. Suddenly a child came running over, holding the word "Qin" that he taught him to write. The wind blew up his clothes, and the fountain pen swayed gently in his sleeve - this pen that changed history is still writing new chapters.
break the cocoon
The raindrops in late autumn pierced the bluestone slabs obliquely like fine needles. When Su Yu hurriedly ran through the alley with her homework book in her arms, her soles stepped into a puddle of water. She shrank her neck and tightened her school uniform jacket. The humid air was filled with the aroma of fried dough sticks from the breakfast shop on the street. "Xiaoyu!" The window on the second floor suddenly opened, and her mother leaned out half of her body, with an apologetic look on her pale face. "The factory has to work overtime today. You can buy some food after school." Su Yu looked up and responded. She looked at her mother holding her waist when she turned around, and her heart felt like something was grabbing her. Since her father was injured at the construction site, her mother had to work in the textile factory in three shifts. The family's savings were used to pay for medical expenses. The once lively little house was now always filled with oppressive silence. The incandescent light in the classroom glowed dimly in the rain. Su Yu opened the math textbook, and her fingers unconsciously stroked the corners of the pages. The scene of her class teacher Wang talking to her last week reappeared in front of her: "The city's math competition will start next month, do you want to try? The first prize is 3,000 yuan." 3,000 yuan is enough for her father's medicine for two months. Su Yu bit her lip. The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier. The sound of the rain hitting the glass was like countless tiny drum beats. She opened the exercise book in the drawer. The dense formulas jumped under the dim desk lamp. The rustling sound of the pen tip scratching the paper accompanied her through one late night after another. However, the reality is much more cruel than imagined. A week before the competition, her mother fainted in the workshop and was sent to the hospital. Su Yu ran back and forth between the hospital and the school, and her red eyes were full of bloodshot. On the day of the competition, her hand holding the pen couldn't stop shaking, and she finished the last two big questions almost instinctively. On the day the results were announced, Su Yu stood in front of the bulletin board holding the certificate of the third prize, her nails deeply dug into her palm. One thousand yuan is still far from her goal. Teacher Wang patted her on the shoulder gently: "Don't be discouraged, there is still the physics competition." The equipment in the physics laboratory glowed with a cold metallic luster in the sun, and Su Yu pondered over the circuit diagram again and again. In order to save electricity, she always studied in school until the last minute. The security uncle felt sorry for her and acquiesced to her continuing to do the questions under the small light in the guard room. Once it was too late, she curled up in the chair and fell asleep. When she woke up, she was covered with the security uncle's military coat. Winter came unexpectedly, and Su Yu's frostbite cracked in the cold wind. But she didn't care about these, her mind was full of physics formulas. On the eve of the competition, she accompanied her father in the hospital and reviewed with the light in the corridor. The uncle in the next bed couldn't bear it, so he lent her his night light. The light was dim and warm, illuminating her serious profile. This time, Su Yu finally won the first prize. On the podium, she looked at the cheering crowd below, and suddenly remembered the relieved smile on her pale face on the day her mother was discharged from the hospital; she remembered her father stroking her award certificate with trembling hands, tears flashing in his turbid eyes. On the day she received the bonus, Su Yu went to the mall to buy new clothes for her parents. On the way home, the setting sun stretched her shadow very long. She knew that life would not be smooth sailing, but as long as there was light in her heart, she would be able to get through the darkness. In her second year of high school, Su Yu joined the school's robotics club. In the club's activity room, the clanking sound of mechanical parts colliding was intertwined with the sound of discussions that came and went.