Great Qin: A few people win the government and build the Immortal Qin

Xianyang Palace, Lanchi Palace.

Ying Zheng finished dealing with the twists and turns sent by Changping Jun and Feng Quji, and got up and came to the courtyard at the back.

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

"Done?"

Concubine Yan looked at Ying Zheng with a gloating face.

Ying Zheng's daily routine is seen by her.

There are twelve hours a day, and in addition to eating and sleeping, it takes eight hours a day to handle official business.

It's not something that people can do.

Even if Yingzheng is strong and the best in the world, the fatigue in his heart is indispensable.

"I'm done."

Ying Zheng sighed and sat down in the pavilion, not paying attention to Concubine Yan's jokes.

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

Lately, he's been feeling a little annoyed too.

Drunk and lying on the knees of beauty, awake to the power of the world.

Sounds like a beautiful thing.

It's a pity that in fact, most of what he, the King of Qin, faces every day is the twists and turns handed over by hundreds of civil and military officials.

The Ministry of Agriculture built with Xu Ling as the center, the newly built Daqin Academy of Sciences with public defeat and revenge, and the construction of the fourth-level academy of the Great Qin Empire.

Reminiscent of the memories of his previous life, there are different opinions about the "First Emperor" being tired to death.

Ying Zheng felt that he needed to make some changes.

At the very least, you can't waste all your time on mostly useless plays.

Proper decentralization is not only an incentive for the people below, but also can free 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 pull lightly.

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

"Stomp ..."

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

"Your Majesty, the news has arrived."

Ying Zheng crushed the wax pill and 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 charge, so that he can rest assured."

"Subordinates obey." The Black Ice Guard bowed and withdrew.

"Someone."

An attendant came out in response and appeared respectfully under the pavilion

"Your Majesty."

"Give Feng Quji and Changping Jun an order, the widow will retreat for a period of time, deal with it by himself first, and wait for the widow to come out of the customs." Ying Zheng said.

"Yes." The waiter retreated.

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

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

Ying Zheng attaches great importance to this plan, she has always seen it, and she does not hesitate to force Confucianism and Modao and other sons to complete it.

Today, Taoism, Confucianism, medicine, and Mohists have all given clear answers, promising to assist Great Qin in completing this work.

If there is no Ying Zheng, I am afraid this plan will not be easy to promote.

"Aren't you still here? You have also seen all the plans of the widow for this matter, just follow the above. "

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

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

"As the sons of the hundred schools, it is also convenient for you to communicate with each other."

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

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

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

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

"Textbooks at the elementary and county school levels only compile basic knowledge about the world, and no one is allowed to disseminate its own doctrines."

"Junxue and Taixue allow students to get in touch with the essence of a hundred schools of thought and freely choose the direction of research."

Ying Zheng instructed Concubine Yan.

He didn't want to cut off the essence of the hundred schools, but he also didn't want these schools to become channels for the hundred schools of thought to spread their beliefs.

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

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

The ancients were precocious, and there were many people who got 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 the hundreds of schools, and Ying Zheng naturally has other ways to deal with this.

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

As long as Yingzheng firmly grasps the conditions for selecting officials, all the sons and hundreds of schools will have to give in.

People seek advantage and avoid disadvantage.

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 did for Yingzheng, and it can't go wrong.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng smiled, and with a thought in his mind, the black dragon of national fortune appeared, carrying him straight up to the nine heavens, heading towards the Qin-Han border pass.

On the other side, Changping Jun and Feng Quji, who received the order of King Yingzheng, were a little confused.

The king wants to retreat?

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

......

Border.

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

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

"General Mengwu."

Suddenly, Ying Zheng's voice remembered behind him.

Meng Yu was shocked, turned around and looked, it was really Yingzheng.

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 to Ying Zheng.

"The general doesn't need to be polite."

Ying Zheng stretched out his hand, and a soft force dragged Meng Wu up

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

"Destroy Han?"

Meng Wu frowned and bowed his hand to Yingzheng

"Your Majesty, this time the army is in a hurry, the national strength is not abundant, and the grain and grass brought are only 300,000 stones, which is only a month and a half of use."

"South Korea's 100,000 defenders, although their combat effectiveness is not as good as that of my Daqin sergeant, there is still no problem in defense."

"A month and a half may not be enough to destroy Han." Meng Wu said euphemistically.

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

But in the face of the majestic Yingzheng, he didn't dare to be too disobedient, so he could only persuade tactfully.

"The general doesn't have to worry, the widow is here just for the sake of food and grass."

"As for the destruction of Han, general, please see."

Ying Zheng smiled slightly, and handed the news from the sudden weakness to Meng Wu.

"It's... How can this be? "

"Is this true, Your Majesty?"

Meng Wu quickly glanced at it, his heart was overjoyed, and he hurriedly asked Ying Zheng about

it

"Of course, there are major events in the army, and the widow will not be able to trick you?" Ying Zheng said angrily.

"No, no, no, that's not what Weichen meant."

"Your Majesty, if the plan to weaken is able to work, the day of the destruction of Korea is just around the corner." Meng Wu said excitedly.

"So, you start preparing, and when the news of the weakness comes, the widow will inform you."

"Wechen takes orders."

Meng Wu bowed his hand, walked out of the big tent in high spirits, and began to prepare for the big battle.

"Bai is not..."

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

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