Ying Chang looked at the content of the fold, his expression became more and more solemn, from the annual tax point of view, the tax revenue of the Great Qin Empire is decreasing year by year, declining at a rate of three times, and part of the reason for this is that the two counties of Hedong and Huainan have been cut.

Because Hedong and Huainan were originally the granaries of the Great Qin Empire, the total fertile land of the two counties exceeded the current fertile land of the whole Great Qin, and now that Hedong and Huainan are missing, it is natural for tax revenues to decline, but Yingchang believes that there must be a lot of taxes that have not entered the treasury and entered the private pockets of local officials or court ministers.

It was also written on the fold that since the Empress Dowager Min sent people to the Jin Empire to discuss peace, the Empress Dowager Min issued a decree to remove all the large and small officials in Nanyang County and Hebei County, except for the officials above the fifth grade who can return to Beijing to serve, the rest of the officials are all removed, that is to say, all the officials below the fifth grade in the two counties have been dismissed and have become unemployed vagrants.

As soon as Nanyang County and Hebei County were cut, there were only three counties left in the Great Qin Empire, and the taxes, fields, and population would shrink a lot.

The army is currently under the control of Wei Huai, Luo Ming in Nanguan, Xiao Lai in Beiguan, are Wei Huai's subordinates in the army at the beginning, and they are Wei Huai's cronies, if you want to seize power from them, it is impossible to come hard, you can only outwit, such as launching a palace mutiny, capturing the thief and capturing the king first, as long as Wei Huai and the queen mother are controlled, the rest of the people are not a threat!

After Ying Chang finished reading the fold, he threw the fold into the warm stove, and waited for the fold to be burned to ashes, Win Chang then put on his clothes and lay on the bed to sleep.

Time passed quickly, the days passed day by day, a month later, and the time came to October 20 in the third year of Shengqin.

In this month, the officials sent by the Empress Dowager Min to negotiate with the Jin Empire have not returned, the two counties have not been formally ceded, and in the broken courtyard thirty miles west of Xianyang City, a hundred children stood in ten rows with straight waists, and Du Changjing stood in front of them with a solemn expression.

After a month of training, these children have learned a little move, and there are a few good seedlings among them, but Du Changjing's dead soldier training plan has just begun....

"A team of ten, you form a team by yourself, and then choose a room to go in!" Du Changjing put his hands behind him and shouted with a grim face.

When the words fell, many children scratched their heads in confusion, but the children still did what Du Changjing said, because Du Changjing had always taught them that the dead only needed to listen to the order, and they couldn't doubt or resist.

These children have been training together for a month, they all have feelings with their partners, and they all have friends, many children find nine people with the best relationship with them, and enter a room together, although the yard is not big, but there are ten rooms, and after the children enter the room, Changjing will lock each room.

After locking it, ten more real daggers were thrown into each room, and the children in the room were very puzzled and did not know what the head of the school was going to do.

"You all listen, as long as the head of this sect is the strongest, only one of the ten of you can survive, so you have to pick up the dagger and kill the other nine, otherwise, you will starve to death in the room!" Du Changjing shouted in a cold tone.

"What?"

"Why is that, no, I don't!"

"Woo woo ~ I'm going out, I'm going out!"

When the words fell, there were bursts of noise and crying from the ten rooms, and some children banged on the door desperately, but Du Changjing had already prepared, no matter how they tossed, they couldn't leave the room.

Du Changjing's eyes outside the room were slightly red, he looked up to the sky, not letting his tears fall, people's hearts are made of meat, he has been with these children for a month, and he also has feelings, and his heart is extremely unbearable, but this is the process that the dead man must go through!

Killing their closest people and surviving is the first step to becoming a dead soldier, which is why Du Changjing asked them to form a team on their own, because he guessed that they would find their best friends to go in together.

The dead are not qualified to have feelings, let alone control their own lives, they are the killing machines of those in power, and they are not allowed to frown when they give an order!

This can't be blamed on anyone, but only for this world where human life is worthless!

Faced with the children's cries, Du Changjing turned around indifferently and ignored them!

The time of the day passed quickly, and during this day, the broken courtyard was filled with the cries of the children, and no one picked up a dagger and stabbed their friends, all of them endured it, endured the hunger in their stomachs, the dryness of their throats, and looked forward to Du Changjing being able to spare them the next day.

The next day, there was no crying in the broken yard, only a weak murmur, because they were all hungry and had no strength, and they still did not move.

On the third day, finally a child couldn't stand the hunger in his belly, abandoned his feelings, and ruthlessly picked up a dagger and stabbed his friend in the back!

The cramped room, like the Colosseum, completely shows the unbearable display of human nature, and the moment the sharp dagger pierces the friend's body, the knife-wielder's heart is already dead, and he becomes an emotionless person.

"I've killed them all, let me out!" A low, cold voice came from a house.

Du Changjing held two steamed buns and a pot of water in his hand, slowly walked to the room, looked into the room through the window, and when he saw a child sitting on the ground covered in blood, nine corpses lying in a pool of blood, Du Changjing opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, the last surviving child rushed in an arrow, and the sharp dagger stabbed directly at Du Changjing's heart, and the corners of Du Changjing's mouth smeared an arc, revealing a look of disdain, raised his hand and slapped it with a palm, and the strong internal force surged out, hitting the child's head hard.

"Bang!" Like the sound of a watermelon shattering, white brains splattered everywhere, and the young body fell straight down.

"Hey!"

Du Changjing sighed, he was not surprised by this, which is why he would tell Ying Chang that sometimes a hundred people, no one can survive, in addition to this reason, there is another reason, such as the last surviving child was seriously injured and died.

With the passage of time, each room has experienced a cannibalism, and it has to be said that what happened in the first room happened twice later, and without accident, Du Changjing's head was smashed and became a headless corpse.

Of the ten last surviving children, in addition to the three who tried to assassinate Du Changjing, three died because of their serious injuries, and in the end, only four of the hundred people remained.