Winter is coming, this is already the second winter when Uncle Yang has completely begun to change the law, the people are beginning to spend the winter, there are woodcarvings hanging on the side of every door, beaming with joy, it has not been such a festive winter for more than ten years.

The snow was falling, painting the whole world white, and the golden pheasants clucked in the distance. On the top of the mountain in Zizhou stood a sturdy young man, his hair was scattered at random, and his thin clothes were jumping up and down in the snow, suddenly, I saw him holding a bow in his left hand, and an arrow in his right hand shot out quickly, and a golden rooster fell down in response to the sound of the bow, and the young man quickly ran over to pick it up, turned around and left.

After a short time, a line of iron horses passed quickly from the pipeline under the mountain where the boy had just stood, leaving a series of footprints on the snow.

Uncle Yang was in the study while roasting the fire and flipping through the scrolls, he had already made up his mind, through this Hezhou tax completely abolished the hereditary title, changed to a knight according to merit, whether it is military merit or agricultural merit, or the craftsman to create things to obtain the title, "Zhou Li" will be those who are idle every day called "tired people", Qin State Shang Yang changed the law to punish these "tired people", and now Uncle Yang also has to punish these "tired people", this decree is put in the "Hereditary Theory of Officials" or "Treatise on Fiefdom". , just in time for the winter to be free.

Uncle Yang is now worried about the handling of those things in Hezhou, and if they are not handled properly, they will definitely cause many repercussions, and this Meng Ying is really looking for trouble for herself. Uncle Yang was a little upset, got up and walked to the courtyard, the fine snow fell on his face, cold, but it made him feel extremely sober, Uncle Yang sighed, he already knew that he had no way out, he could only go down, and he could only pray that God would give him and Huan Ji more time, Shang Ying was poisoned because of the death of his filial piety, but he was afraid that he would fall short like Wu Qi in the Chu State, so he was praying that God would give them two more time, it might as well be said to pray that God could give Huan Ji more time.

Uncle Yang's head and body were covered with snow, and the old housekeeper put on a fur robe for him, and Uncle Yang came back to his senses, looked at the old housekeeper and smiled lightly, turned around and returned to the study, and began to read the classics again.

This heavy snow has been falling for nearly half a month, and the earth has been completely covered with a thick layer of winter clothes, and it has always been said that "there is snow and snow in winter, and there is rain in early spring, just farming", which is that the people are happy and happy, and have begun to celebrate next year's wind and rain, and the grain harvest.

Just as everyone was rejoicing together, a new law was put into effect, a notice was posted at the gate of the city, and the military officials stood by to read loudly to the illiterate people: From now on, all hereditary systems will be abolished, fiefs will be removed, and all deeds will be rewarded; In addition, those who wander around without business will be fined and their family property will be confiscated, and all their families will be taken into slaves of the government, and they will not be free.

These regulations seem to be very normal for ordinary people, and it is natural to work with their own hands, but for those wandering prodigal children who are idle every day, they only rely on the family business saved by their ancestors all their lives, and call their so-called friends to drink every day, etc., and now it is a crime to not work now, who can bear it, so these people began to gather in restaurants or green buildings to scold the new law of the imperial court, saying that the new law is simply inhumane and so on.

Those old nobles also began to sit still, they are worse than the "tired people" among the common people, at least those "tired people" can also grow a little food by themselves, these old nobles have lived a life of being served by others since they were children, it can be said that their fingers do not touch the spring water, and now they are paid according to merit, they don't even know what they can do.

Uncle Yang doesn't care about those, he only knows that now the ten treatises he put forward are only "The Theory of Waste of Vulgarity" and "The Theory of Limiting Powers", and he wants to take advantage of this time to promulgate the "Theory of Limiting Powers" at one time, but then he thinks about it too quickly, for fear that it will cause a violent commotion, it is better to hold it off for the time being, and wait for the people of the world to adapt to the new law just proposed, and then he plans to wait until next year's spring ploughing to promulgate it, because at that time the people are busy with spring ploughing and have no time to take care of these new laws. By the time they came to their senses, they couldn't change it.

At present, he still has to think about how to deal with the tax payment in Hezhou, the emperor's attitude is quite resolute, but it is not very resolute, as can be seen from the fact that he asked Chenghe to order the forbidden army to invite them to the imperial city.

At this point, Uncle Yang got up and went out, got into the carriage and went to the palace again.

When Uncle Yang stepped into the palace study, Huan Ji was sitting next to the desk in a daze, and when he heard someone coming in, he raised his head.

"Your Majesty," Uncle Yang said, after saluting, "I have already pushed out the new order to be issued this winter, and at this time there should be people in the world scolding us." ”

Huan Ji motioned for Uncle Yang to sit down and said, "Just scold, just scold, it'll be fine after a while." What is the matter with the day come? ”

"Your Majesty, I want to ask what to do with those people?"

Huan Ji knew who the "people" Uncle Yang was talking about, so he only sighed lightly, stood up with the case, walked to the door, looked at the vast sky, and said, "Sir, what do you think?" I really don't know what to do about it, and I think you know very well that a lot of people are watching this, and they might take advantage of this opportunity to jump out. ”

"Your Majesty, the minister feels that the new law cannot be changed, otherwise our efforts will come to naught, and the consequences are not to say that we can't afford it, even this dynasty is afraid that there will be great turmoil, or even ......"

Huan Ji knew what Uncle Yang didn't finish, but he was afraid that he would destroy the country and extinct the species. Huan Ji knew that he couldn't be soft-hearted at this time, even if he completely offended the old nobles, it would be better than the new law dying halfway, causing the situation that had just stabilized to collapse again.

"According to the new law, what is the punishment for this crime?" Huan Ji asked Uncle Yang.

Uncle Yang knew that the emperor had made up his mind, and this was what Uncle Yang wanted to see the most, those rebels in the country had gradually returned home, and Uncle Yang had already said that as long as he went home and was a subject of Zhao State, he would not be guilty of the past, so if the government changed the order again, the situation would only be more difficult to control.

"Your Majesty, this crime should be punished by beheading, and his family's wealth will be collected into the national government, and the population will be taken into slavery." Uncle Yang replied.

Huan Ji didn't answer for a long time after hearing this, the old nobles have always been headed by Huang Gongfu and the two hereditary marquis. Uncle Yang looked at Huan Ji, who had been standing by the door for a long time, he knew that those nobles were still dormant, and if they killed Yinping Marquis Mengying, I am afraid they would not be dormant anymore.

"Just do it." After Huan Ji finished speaking, he went out, and Uncle Yang got up and left the palace.