Daqin: A widow wins the government and builds a Qin of all heavens and immortals

Xianyang Palace, Lanchi Hall.

After dealing with the twists and turns sent by Changpingjun and Feng Quan, Huan Zheng got up and went to the back courtyard.

Concubine Yan sat next to the pool, swimming back and forth in the pool with white feet, comfortable and comfortable.

"Finished?"

Concubine Yan looked at Huan Zheng with a look of schadenfreude.

Ying Zheng's daily routine is seen by her.

Twelve hours a day, in addition to eating and sleeping, it takes eight hours a day just to deal with official business.

It's not something that people can do.

Even if the strength of the government is high and the world is topped, the fatigue in the heart is indispensable.

"I'm done."

Huan Zheng sighed and sat down in the pavilion, not caring about Concubine Yan's joke.

This little nizi is now more and more presumptuous in front of the widow.

Recently, he has also felt a little annoyed.

Drunken beauty knees, wake up to the power of the world.

Sounds like a nice thing.

Unfortunately, in fact, most of what he, the King of Qin, faces every day is handed over by civil and military officials.

The Ministry of Agriculture built with Xu Ling as the center, the newly built Daqin Academy of Sciences with public revenge as the mainstay, and the construction of a fourth-level school in the Daqin Empire.

Thinking of the many opinions in the memory of the previous life, the "first emperor" was tired to death.

Ying Zheng felt that he needed to make some changes.

At the very least, you can't spend your time on mostly useless tricks.

Proper decentralization is not only an incentive for the people below, but also frees up their own time, killing two birds with one stone.

In this regard, the various systems of the Ming Dynasty are very good.

However, change is change, but the step must not be too big, otherwise it is easy to fade.

Ying Zheng recalled the official system of the Ming Dynasty in his memory, and gradually had a calculation in his heart.

"Tread..."

Suddenly, a black ice guard came over, handed Huan Zheng a wax pill, and said

"Lord, Lord Dun has received news."

Ying Zheng crushed the wax pill, took out the white paper in it and opened it.

Soon, Ying Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up

"Very good, the weak plan is already known, let him start."

"On Mengwu's side, the widow will personally sit in the town and reassure him."

"Subordinates obey." Black Ice Guard bowed and retreated.

"Come man."

An internal attendant came out in response and respectfully appeared below the pavilion

"Lord."

"Give an order to Feng Quqian and Changping Jun, the oligarchs will be retreated for a period of time in the next period, and they will deal with it themselves first, and then talk about it after the widow leaves the customs." Ying Zheng said.

"Yes." The chamberlain retreated.

"You are going to the border gate, what about the affairs of the schools at all levels?"

Concubine Yan put on her shoes and walked to Huan Zheng's side and asked.

Ying Zheng attached great importance to this plan, she has always seen it in her eyes, and she did not hesitate to force Ru Modao and other sons and hundreds of families to complete it.

Now, Taoists, Confucianists, healers, and Moists have all given clear replies, promising to assist Daqin in completing this work.

If there is no government, I am afraid that this plan will not be able to advance.

"Isn't this still you? You have also seen all the plans of the widow on this matter, just do it directly according to the above. "

"After the widow, I will issue a royal order, make you a princess, and lead the five-year education plan of the fourth-level academy of the Great Qin Empire."

"As soon as the money and grain are needed, the widows are put into the treasury of the palace."

"As a hundred families, it is convenient for you to communicate with each other."

Huan Zheng looked at Concubine Yan and said with a smile.

"Hmph." Looking at Huan Zheng's triumphant appearance, Concubine Yan snorted, but did not refute it.

In my heart, I was very touched by the trust in Yingzheng.

"By the way, the key point of this matter is that you must remember that in compiling textbooks, you must involve schools such as Confucianism and Taoism."

"The textbooks at the elementary and county levels only compile the basic knowledge about the world, and neither one is allowed to spread its own teachings."

"County Studies and Taixue allow students to contact the essence of a hundred schools and freely choose the direction of research."

Huan Zheng instructed Concubine Yan.

He did not want to cut off the essence of the hundred schools, but he also did not want these schools to become channels for the children and hundreds of schools to spread their faith.

In his regulations, there are four levels of school, each level is three years.

Even if Daqin's young children enter school at the age of five, by the time they graduate from the county school, they will already be eleven or twelve.

The ancients were precocious, and there were many people who married at the age of twelve.

At this time, people have almost established their own outlook on life and values, and then let them choose, there will be no problem.

Of course, even so, it is impossible to avoid the small means of hundreds of families, and in this regard, Yingzheng naturally has other ways to deal with it.

After all, no matter which school of doctrine, when it comes to its influence in the world, it depends on the right to speak in the court.

As long as Ying Zheng firmly grasped the conditions for selecting officials, all the sons and daughters had to submit.

People seek benefits and avoid harm.

In this period, isn't the ten-year cold window just to be an official?

"I see." Concubine Yan nodded solemnly.

This is the first big thing she has done to help Ying Zheng, and it can't go wrong.

Seeing this, Huan Zheng smiled, his heart moved, and the black dragon of the National Fortune appeared, carrying him straight up to the nine heavens and heading towards the Qin and Han border pass.

On the other side, Changpingjun and Feng Quyan, who had received the order of the king of Yingzheng, were a little confused.

The king wants to retreat?

Shaking their heads, they didn't think much about it either.

......

Border.

Meng Wuduan sat in the big tent of the Chinese army, asked the generals at all levels about military affairs according to the custom, and after confirming that there was no mistake, waved them down.

Then, Meng Wu got up and removed the heavy armor on his body.

"General Mengwu."

Suddenly, Yue Zheng's voice came to mind behind him.

Meng Yu was shocked in his heart, and turned to look at it, it was really a good government.

Why is the king here?

"Mengwu, meet the king."

Meng Wu was surprised in his heart, but his movements were not slow, and he immediately stepped forward to bow down to Huan Zheng.

"General, you don't have to be polite."

Huan Zheng stretched out his hand and dragged Meng Wu up with a soft force

"General, to make a long story short, this time the widow came to destroy Han."

"Annihilation of Han?"

Meng Wu frowned and arched his hand at Ying Zheng

"Lord, this time the army set out in a hurry, the national strength is not rich, and the grain and grass brought with it are only 300,000 stones, which is only a month's and a half's use."

"South Korea's 100,000 defenders, although the combat effectiveness is not as good as my Great Qin sergeant, but there is still no problem in defense."

"One and a half months may not be enough to destroy Han." Meng Wu said tactfully.

In fact, Meng Wu knew very well in his heart, let alone destroy Han, it would be good to be able to take down the pass in front of him.

However, in the face of the increasingly majestic government, he did not dare to be too rebellious, and could only tactfully persuade.

"The general does not have to worry, the widow is here for the sake of food and grass."

"As for destroying Han, please take a look, General."

Huan Zheng smiled slightly and handed the news from Dunweak to Meng Wu.

"This... How can this be? "

"Lord, is this true?"

Meng Wu quickly glanced at it, and was overjoyed in his heart, and quickly asked Huan Zheng

"Of course, in the army, the widow will still accuse you of not succeeding?" Ying Zheng said angrily.

"No, no, no, Weichen didn't mean that."

"King, if Ruo Dun's weak plan can work, the day of destruction of Han is just around the corner." Meng Wu said excitedly.

"So, you start to prepare, and when the news of the weak comes, the widow will inform you."

"Wei Chen takes orders."

Meng Wu bowed his hand, walked out of the big tent with great interest, and began to prepare for the big war.

"Bai Yi Fei..."

Ying Zheng looked at the note on the table, his expression was subtle, and his true qi burst out, crushing it in an instant.

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