"I'll go first…" Du Zhi was the first to step forward.
Du Zhi came to the wooden table and put his palms together. He closed his eyes and muttered,"The ancestors of the Du family bless us.
Bless the Du family for good fortune.
Bless me, Du Zhi, to be able to draw a good lot for my Du Clan.
After all, four of these five sticks are good. I just need to get one.
Du Zhi, the unfilial descendant of the ancestors of the Du family, kowtows to you on behalf of the descendants of the Du family. I will burn more paper offerings for you later…"
Behind them, Meng Che stuck out his chin at Bai Jin and Xi Qi and said,""Hey, you two, look, look…
Look at Du Zhi's mysterious appearance…"
Bai Jin also nodded." Heh, you don't have to say. This guy's mysterious appearance really has a hint of a charlatan."”
" What else can I say?" Xi Qi said." Wei Yang has a good eye for discernment. He really didn't suffer any grievances by letting this guy be the Imperial Ancestral Temple Emissary…"
Du Zhi completely ignored them and continued to mutter,"Ancestors, please bless me with a good stick…"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled out one…
Du Zhi tightly gripped this lot in his hand as if he was holding some kind of peerless treasure…
"Hey, Du Zhi, why are you holding it so tightly?"
Show it to me. Isn't it a good lot?”
Hearing this, everyone looked over nervously…
After all, if this Du Zhi had directly drawn the only lower lot, then everyone would be happy…
They didn't even need to draw lots…
Du Zhi nervously moved his finger away and looked at the end of the bamboo stick…
Suddenly…
Du Zhi sat on the ground with a thud.
Furthermore, his eyes were wide open, and he was tongue-tied. He revealed a horrified expression…
Everyone's faces immediately revealed joy…
Could it be that this guy really drew the bottom lot?
If that was the case, that would be wonderful…
Du Zhi held the stick and suddenly laughed,""Hahaha, hahahaha…
The ancestors of the Du family have indeed blessed my Du family.
Look, look, open your dog eyes and take a good look. It's a good draw, a good draw, hahaha…"
In Du Zhi's hand was a clean and complete bamboo stick.
This meant that their Du Clan didn't need to pay the 2,000 heads…
Seeing that it wasn't the worst draw, everyone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Xi Qi was so angry that he stepped forward and drew his lot...
Fortunately, Xi Qihu was also lucky enough to have saved 2,000 heads...
Bai Jin and Meng Che gave in to each other, and in the end, Bai Jin also drew a stick, and it was the best draw…
At this moment, Meng Che, who was left behind, started to panic…
Because there were only two lots left…
In other words, these two thousand heads were destined to be born between Meng Che and Gongsun Jia…
Gongsun Jia was indeed worthy of being the Crown Prince's Fu. He looked indifferent.
"General Meng, you go first. The last stick is mine…"
Meng Che's hands trembled…
Trembling, he reached out and touched a stick, but he instantly took it back as if he had been electrocuted."No, Crown Prince Fu, you do it.
You take one, the rest is mine…"
"This is against the rules. I did the signing…"
Meng Che insisted,"No, I told you to go first, so you go first." The rest is mine…"
"Are you sure?" asked Gongsun Jia.
"I'm sure!" Meng Che nodded firmly.”
Gongsun Jia looked at Meng Che and slowly reached out his hand to pull out the bamboo stick that he had touched before…
At this moment, Meng Che's heart was in his throat…
Gongsun Jia slowly opened the bamboo stick and placed it in front of Meng Che…
It was a clean bamboo slip." General Meng, unfortunately, it seems that your Meng family is going to offer these 2,000 heads…"
Thud, Meng Che sat on the ground…
"I killed 2,000 members of the Meng family…"
"It was me who killed 2,000 members of the Meng family…"
"I clearly drew the undying lot…"
"But I gave up…"
"It was me who killed 2,000 members of the Meng family…"
Everyone was silent…
Gongsun Jia took out the last stick from the bamboo tube and placed it in Meng Che's hand.
It was a bamboo stick with black ink on the bottom…
Du Zhi stepped forward and patted Meng Che's shoulder,"Sigh, Old Meng, forgive me…
This time, you're going to make a great contribution to the old clan.
Later, I will ask teacher to give your Meng family more land and food.
Tell the Meng woman to work hard. In three to five years, she gave birth to two thousand children…"
"Old Meng, now that things have come to this, I don't know how to persuade you."
I can only say that the old clan will remember the sacrifices you made for the old clan…"
" My condolences, Old Meng," Xi Qi said." Everything is for the sake of the old clan…"
At this moment, the door creaked open…
Old Gan Long staggered out."I heard from Gan Cheng that the few of you have already decided which family is going to offer the 2,000 heads?”
Du Zhi rushed forward.
Brother Meng is righteous and righteous. For the great cause of our old clan, he is willing to sacrifice two thousand members of the Meng clan and fight to the death with the new law…"
Old Gan Long walked up to Meng Che, who was already in a daze. He picked up the black bamboo stick in his hand and snorted,"Draw lots?
You bastards really have a way…
Although the method was a little simple, it was still useful.
Meng Che, since it was you who helped the Meng family draw the only bad lot, it can only mean that this is heaven's will.
Meng Che, cheer up…
It was just 2,000 people.
As long as they could pull down the new law, even 20,000 people would be worth it, let alone 2,000…
Alright, all of you, follow me into the house.
Next, no one is allowed to say a word of what I have said.
Otherwise, it will be the end of all of us, understand?”
"Hi, Grand Preceptor!"
……
At this moment, outside Yueyang City in April, the grass was long and the orioles were flying.
The land had been rectified by the new law. Whether they were willing or not, the nobles still handed over a lot of land.
The national team's account book suddenly had more than twice the amount of cultivated land as before.
The people were obviously busier than in previous years…
In fact, the number of enemy refugees that the frontier fortress sent to the Qin country voluntarily became more and more.
Wei Yang's order was to not reject anyone, the more the better.
This was the first spring plowing year after Great Qin's reform.
Wei Yang's plan was to increase the national government's tax revenue by at least three to five times.
Previously, the national court had taken over the positions of Gan Long and Du Zhi.
It was rare for the old clans to not make a ruckus or cause trouble for Wei Yang.
Wei Yang found it a little unbelievable…
But it didn't matter.
If the enemy did not move, we would not move.
If the enemy moves, we will fight to the death.
Law was law!
The concept of law was that I don't care what you think in your heart. Whatever you think is not against the law.
However, it doesn't matter what you do.
As long as you break the law, then I'm sorry…
I'm afraid that I won't forgive you…
Even though Wei Yang knew that the old noble family might be holding back evil thoughts in their hearts…
However, he couldn't do something like this…
The important thing was that if you didn't do anything bad, you would be a good law-abiding citizen.
Law was the lowest form of moral restraint.
Law was an administrative measure that only took action after the enemy struck.
This was the law, not a pre-emptive mind-reading sorcery.
At this moment, in Di County!
It was still the wealthiest county in the Qin country!
Di County was so big that it included almost all of the old aristocratic families of the State of Qin, and all of them had their own families here.
To a certain extent, the clan was the basic unit of the State of Qin.
And the clan leaders that were distributed in the various villages were the units that had the greatest ability to mobilize in the State of Qin.
These unit molecules were like stars, distributed in various parts of the State of Qin…
It formed a small survival system.
These survival systems were often like feline beasts, fighting for survival resources and territory. They fought fiercely and even killed each other.
The Baili Canal, which was known as the Golden Canal by the local people, had two such units upstream and downstream. For more than a hundred years, they had been struggling to survive in the competition for survival, carrying the love and hatred of generations...
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