Daily Life In Qin Dynasty

Qin Law stipulates.

At the age of 17, a man became a "Fu Ji", that is, he registered in counties and counties at all levels and began to serve in the army.

However, this is only a legal requirement. In actual practice, men as young as fifteen or sixteen may be "Fu Ji", some actively and some passively.

And if someone doesn't want to serve or be a 'Fu Ji', there are two ways to avoid it.

One is to donate money.

After Shang Yang's reform, the Qin State had a system of "rewarding farming wars". This system is divided into two parts, namely "rewarding farming and weaving" and "rewarding military merit".

Needless to say, "rewarding military merit" is the new "military merit system." The "Reward Farming War" encourages civilians to work hard in farming and weaving to produce food, cloth, and silk. Civilians who produce more locally and pay high taxes can be exempted from corvee service.

The second is what was previously called ‘serving on behalf of others’.

For example, if the children of certain aristocratic and landowning families were unwilling to serve in the army, they would ask their slaves or spend money to find people to join the army on their behalf.

Mr. Mo is the second type.

Although his age is far from reaching the standard, firstly, there is a lot of room for manipulation in this kind of matter, and secondly, it involves another system of the Qin State.

Qin Law stipulates: "A man is considered mature when he is six feet tall."

in other words.

That is, the standard used by the Qin State to judge a man's adulthood is not his age, but his height. Six feet during the Warring States period is approximately 1.39 meters in later generations. Although Mo Jun is only twelve years old now, his height is already over 1.4 meters.

Adequate height.

The identity of the refugee whose origin cannot be queried.

Add a little bit of ‘human touch’.

This made Mr. Mo easily become the replacement of the 'son of the landlord', and became a small logistics soldier escorting grain and grass in the Qin army, which is now famous.

"Mo Wazi, are you awake? I brought you food."

A shout with a thick accent suddenly came from outside the tent. Even though he had accepted the original memory, Mo Jun thought for several seconds before he barely understood the meaning of this sentence.

Immediately after a 'hula', the tent curtain was opened, and a middle-aged man with dark skin, messy beard, and a thin but very strong man walked in.

"Why don't you reply? It won't hurt, okay?"

The middle-aged man said, carrying a pottery pot with a chip, strode to Mr. Mo, started to lift Mr. Mo's collar, and looked inside.

This strange sight, as well as the smell of sweat and sourness carried by the middle-aged man, instantly made Mr. Mo wake up. He quickly stretched out his hand to stop the middle-aged man from continuing to lift his clothes, and said: "I'm fine, uncle." , I’m much better now.”

After saying that, Mo Jun turned over and got up from the ground. As soon as he stood firm, a sharp pain suddenly came from his left rib, and he gasped for air in the instant pain.

Seeing Jun Mo's appearance, the middle-aged man in front of him was not surprised but happy, and said with a smile: "It's not bad, I can still feel the pain, that's good, if you can feel the pain, you can survive!"

"Why are you such a stupid kid? When you encounter a thief, you still sneak into the crowd. Fortunately, you are lucky and you just got kicked. If you had been slashed with a sword, you would be dead now."

"I brought you some food, eat it quickly! After eating, we have to continue on the road. I heard that General Meng Ao on the front line has captured an enemy city and will set off again soon. He is now waiting for us to escort him. Where’s the food!”

The middle-aged man whom Mo Jun called 'uncle' was talking in his ear, but Mo Jun could only barely understand half of what he meant.

no way.

In this era, unless you have specifically studied "Mandarin", understanding the accents of various places and villages is almost as difficult as learning a foreign language.

Mo Jun's eyes looked at the chipped clay pot handed over by the 'old uncle', which contained half a bowl of black, yellow, and brown stuff that looked like grain.

This is millet rice that has been ground and cooked with the shell on.

Looking at the strangely colored millet rice in the half-pot, Mo Jun's soul resisted, but his body responded honestly.

"Gu Gu Gu~~"

Hearing the sound coming from Mo Jun's stomach, the 'old uncle' suddenly smiled honestly, then handed the pottery pot over and said: "Eat quickly! After eating, we will continue on our way."

This time, Mr. Mo no longer hesitated, took the pot and said, "Thank you."

"Hey! Why are you so polite to me?"

Looking at the millet rice in the clay pot, Mo Jun held his breath first, and then took a big mouthful of it. After chewing it for two times, he found that apart from being a little irritating to his throat, the taste was okay.

Mo Jun was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that it was most likely not that this kind of millet rice was delicious, but that his body was already accustomed to the taste and texture of this kind of food.

The half-earthen pot of millet rice weighed about seven or eight taels with the rice in the shell, and Mo Jun finished it in just a few mouthfuls.

Seeing that Mr. Mo had such a good appetite, the 'old uncle' was completely relieved and murmured: "It's good to be able to eat, it's good to be able to eat!"

After eating.

Mo Jun followed the 'old uncle' and walked towards the outside of the tent, intending to drink some water outside. The millet rice was very dry, and he ate too quickly just now, so he choked a little.

However, just when the two of them reached the big curtain door, they heard a sharp cry suddenly coming from outside the tent.

"Enemy attack!"

Chaos ensued.

"Kill!"

"Thieves seek death."

"careful!"

The entire camp seemed to be in crisis in an instant. To be honest, Mo Jun was a little panicked when he suddenly encountered such a situation.

After all, the original person of this body has only encountered such a crisis once in his two lifetimes.

And the price paid that time was that the original body was directly kicked to death by the enemy.

It is also because of this that Mr. Mo can now travel through time.

As for his past life, needless to say, although he has lived for more than twenty years, the word "war" has always been thousands of miles away from him.

Mo Jun was a little panicked. Fortunately, there was another person beside him at this time.

I saw the 'old uncle' slowly pull out the bronze sword worn on his waist, quietly waved his hand towards himself, and whispered: "Back off."

Mo Jun suppressed his fear and retreated obediently, but just when he had just retreated and not taken more than three steps, a cold light suddenly penetrated from outside the door curtain, and it pierced through instantly before the two of them could react. 'Uncle's' chest.

The 'old uncle''s eyes bulged, and his expression froze instantly as he looked at the sword that pierced him.

The tip of the sword penetrated the back of the 'old uncle', and drops of bright red blood quickly gushed out. In an instant, the tip of the bronze sword dropped to the ground...

People's personalities are not the same.

Some people become panicked and fearful when faced with a crisis. And some people will go from panic to madness when encountering a crisis.

In the past, Mr. Mo didn't know which category he belonged to.

But now, he knows.

The excitement of the sharp blade and blood made Mo Jun's mind go blank, but then he saw blood flowing out of his pupils quickly, and his eyes suddenly became crazy.

"Fuck, let me crawl!"

Lord Mo shouted loudly, then pulled out the bronze sword he wore on his waist and rushed towards the door boldly.

at the same time.

A figure suddenly rushed in from outside the door curtain. Hearing Mr. Mo's roar, the man was also shocked, but his reaction was much calmer than Mr. Mo. When he saw Mr. Mo rushing towards him, he calmly pulled out the piercing 'Uncle's' bronze sword······

It didn't come out.

Because at this time, the 'old uncle' was using the last bit of strength in his life to firmly hold the bronze sword in his body with both hands, and showed a bloody and ferocious smile to the enemy soldiers who rushed in.

Although it was only a momentary mistake, this moment became the enemy's last consciousness.

The bronze sword, which was not very sharp and even had several nicks on the blade, cut off half of the neck, and the blood in the aorta splashed across Mo Jun's face like a fountain.

With the last trace of shock, the enemy soldier slowly fell down, but before he hit the ground, the enemy soldier suddenly disappeared from Mr. Mo's eyes.

It was as if it had never appeared.

This sudden scene made Mo Jun's brain confused again. Before he could recover, Mo Jun saw an unusually familiar thing appearing directly in the depths of his mind.

[Equipment disassembly completed]

[You get: small red crystal block x68, life crystal (fragment) x3, adventurer's soul (ordinary) x1, weathered powder x62, inferior copper block x2, cloth piece x5...]

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