Wancheng, the county town of Nanyang, has a big road to the northwest, which crosses large and small valleys along the southern foot of the Qinling Mountains and leads directly to Xianyang, the capital of the Great Qin Empire.

This road is called Wuguan Road.

It is also the most complex section of the Qinchuchi Road that is now being expanded and built.

Tens of thousands of Qi nobles and commoners who were reduced to slaves are now divided into more than a dozen road repair teams of large and small sizes are building roads in the mountains and mountains, opening stones and building bridges in the mountains, and the arrogance and arrogance of the past have long been consumed, one by one, they are ragged like beggars, shouting trumpets, pushing big stones, carrying wood, and hurrying to build roads under the scorching sun or torrential rain.

Although the time is only a few months, many of them have already endured the torture and jumped off the cliff to their deaths, many more have been bitten by insects, snakes, tigers and leopards, and some have been dragged to death by lack of medical treatment after breaking their legs and feet by wood and stones in the process of road construction, and some have been swept away by the flash flood that has erupted, and some even have secretly escaped and were killed by the overseer's soldiers and hung on the trees on the side of the road.

For Daqin, these people are almost like livestock.

If you die, no one will come to investigate the result.

According to Xianyang's order, this road from Shangluo to Wancheng must be completely repaired before the winter of this year, and if the construction period is delayed, from the responsible Shaofu officials to the officials of the local counties and counties will be severely punished, and all slaves will be killed directly.

Under such strict laws, no one from above dared to sympathize with and help these slaves, and they could only be constantly whipped and urged and desperately pressed day and night.

Between the death of others and their own death, no one will commit two, let alone just a group of slaves from the Qi country.

A few fast horses galloped all the way west along the Wuguan Gallop Road, and after dodging several torrential rains and flash floods, it took ten days to finally reach Shangluo.

The road from Shangluo to Xianyang had already been built a few years ago.

"After arriving in Shangluo, the road is smooth, and it only takes one day to return to Xianyang!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in his forties, with an old and thick face, and a big red horse next to him, on which sat a girl in a blue cloth skirt, with a short sword hanging from her waist, very handsome, but her face did not look happy.

Seeing that the girl's mood was not too high, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh and said: "Xiaoyue, don't blame Uncle Liu for being too talkative, you have grown up, sooner or later you will get married, your father is busy with official business, let me send you back to Xianyang this time, along the way, you should play and play, and you should see it, don't be willful when you get here, otherwise Uncle Liu will not be able to help you next time!" ”

"I see!" The girl replied with a pout.

"That's good, go to the city to rest, be sure to rush to Lantian County today, and return to Xianyang tomorrow morning!" The middle-aged man walked towards the city gate with his horse's belly, and the three soldiers and girls with their backs also hurriedly followed.

Arriving here, except for the girl, almost everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, this journey, it can be said that it was difficult to travel, several times almost had an accident, and even once was blocked by the torrential rain in a roadbed collapse place for two days, a camel carrying goods of the healthy horse even stumbled into the raging river.

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Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan hinterland, there is a big city, Weishui through the south, Zongshan is in the north, the mountains and rivers are yang, so it is called Xianyang.

This is the capital of Daqin, and it is naturally a different atmosphere.

The city wall is ten zhang high, all of which are made of huge bluestones, and they are like a black tiger lying prone on the banks of the Weishui River.

The four city gates are ten zhang wide, the city tower on the top stands majestically, the battlements on the city wall are dense, the flags are unfurled, and the hunting floats in the early morning sun.

Although it is still only eight or nine o'clock, but the flow of people at the four gates is like a spring flowing, there are several streets in the city, wide and flat traffic, both sides of the street are wooden and stone structure dwellings and buildings, high eaves and thick walls are intertwined, compared with other county towns, every brick and tile is imposing and heavy.

In addition to the weaving flow of people on the street, from time to time there are ox carts rolling by, and there are even high-headed horses galloping, among the pedestrians, countless merchants with various accents drive goods back and forth, and there are also many Confucian scholars or monks in different costumes, wide sleeves and robes, and towering goose crowns with large numbers of disciples swaggering through the market, and the crowd is boiling and noisy everywhere they pass.

"Look, look, which celebrity is being summoned by the First Emperor today?"

"What's the use of guessing, I have seen it the day before yesterday, this is the disciple of the former great Qi Jixia School Palace, the disciple of the donkey of the great Qi Jixia Academy, this person is good at arguing yin and yang, preaching the theory of the five virtues, and is deeply loved by His Majesty, I heard that today I will argue with the Confucian and Mencian Confucian Kong Fan in the court!"

"Hate some! The theory of the reincarnation of the five virtues is now very loud, only the Taoist and Confucian families can compete with it, I will not enter the emperor's eyes and ears in some small elementary schools, when will I have the opportunity to set foot in the court and argue with others! ”

"Hmph, what about stepping into the court, since the king of Zhou moved the capital, the Legalists have gradually risen, all countries are governed by the law of Zhongzi production, and Daqin is to the reform of the Shang Dynasty and gradually try to rise up, and now the Legalist disciple Li Si is powerful, ranking as the prime minister, and pushing the principle of the family alone, how about the disciple of the donkey? What about the Confucius and Mencian schools, the day when they will not come out, not to mention that now His Majesty the First Emperor has swept away the six wildernesses, how can he preach the reincarnation of the five virtues again, if he believes in the principle of reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, how can he come to the foundation of everything, and Guan Chonglou is so high-profile and domineering, this is a self-defeating road! ”

"Be cautious, be cautious, I'll wait and see what happens."

"Today's Xianyang, there are many factions, the dojo is everywhere, the wind of lecturing is better than one day, the competition is one after another, I often panic, I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe soon."

"I also feel the same way, Xianyang is not a place to live for a long time, choose to leave Mingzhe to protect himself, so as not to suffer from the fish pond."

A group of people swaggered through the market, and another group of people sat on the second floor of a wooden house on the side of the street and talked to each other, all with solemn faces, some with jealous faces, some with cold eyes, and some with excited expressions, all of whom had different emotions.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't talk about this, I wonder if you have heard of His Majesty's intention to tour the southeast?" A middle-aged scribe left the window and sat on a low couch and drank tea.

"Xianyang is already well known about this matter, what is there to talk about?" Another scribe of about the same age also sat down.

"Hehe, I just heard about another thing recently!"

"What did Brother Fu An hear?" Several of the people standing at the window looked back.

In this era, all kinds of news are transmitted slowly, although China is unified, but if a piece of news wants to be transmitted from Hangzhou to Xianyang, it will take at least more than a month, and only a very vague general message can be obtained, and all the way from the cities along the way, the truth of the matter has long been unrecognizable under word of mouth.