The moon stars are scarce.

The stars are moving.

In the blink of an eye.

Nail fighting, Dumb Day!

In the spring of the thirtieth year of the first emperor, in February, the edict of the superintendent of the country!

"From now on, in accordance with the compulsory farming order, all works will be suspended unless necessary, all commercial affairs will be suspended unless necessary, all walks will be stopped unnecessarily, all strangers will spontaneously cultivate in the villages, all robbery and looting will be investigated, all disorders in cultivated land will be tantamount to deceiving the ancestors, and all unfinished agricultural policies will be suspended.

Orderly, spring ploughing!

His Majesty is on a tour of the south, and the city is responsible for supervising the country, and he will personally lead the subjects of the world to farm to supply the food for the temple sacrifices. Our Lady of the Emperor's Grace, the kings of the harem will personally pick mulberry and raise silkworms to supply the food for the temple sacrifice.

Taizu sacrifices, sue the sky, the wind and rain are smooth at four o'clock, sue the land, the disaster does not fall at four o'clock, sue the gods, bless me Daqin Wanqing fertile land, sue the river god, nourish rice, millet and wheat.

……」

As a glimmer of morning darkness gradually enveloped the land.

It shrouded Xianyang City with a layer of divine brilliance.

Spring ploughing has begun.

And it was early in the morning.

One after another, edicts poured out of the boundless land.

Stop all the work, whether it's building houses or roads!

Cease all trade, whether it is bought or sold, or whether it is a trade or a shipment.

Stop all travel and travel, whether it is to transfer relatives or walk.

All business travelers in other places go to the countryside to cultivate the fields by themselves.

Whoever steals and plunders during the spring ploughing will be extinguished by the thunder of the court.

Anyone who makes trouble during the spring ploughing period is a deception and destroys the ancestors.

During the spring ploughing period, regardless of the old or new agricultural policies, the implementation of ploughing the fields first will be stopped.

The superintendent led his subjects to spring ploughing.

The mother of the king of the harem led her subjects to collect mulberry and raise silkworms.

Daqin, the chariot of an agricultural powerhouse, began to be absolutely unified and dispatched at this time with an extremely majestic posture.

There is no one who wants to plow the fields!

At the four gates of Xianyang City!

Today, there are surprisingly few people entering Xianyang City, and even the roadside stalls at the door have become surprisingly deserted.

However.

The people who went out of the city were in the shade, sweating into rain, shoulder to shoulder, cattle and horses were everywhere, and copper, iron and silver were connected into a galaxy.

Today!

Xianyang City is near!

Countless people led ox carts, pulled cocoons, three-toothed rakes, hoes, etc.

Massive, collectivized farming, began!

The reason for this scene.

It's because Yingcheng issued a compulsory farming order!

As long as it is an individual, all go to the field to farm!

As long as the farmland is not cultivated, those who see it are cultivated, and there is no distinction between belonging.

Yingcheng practiced destructive farming.

At the cost of the shutdown of all other industries, only one thing is done.

Spring!

"It's almost crazy spring ploughing, it's hard to imagine what the Qin Kingdom will become this year!"

Matairi.

Zhang Liang followed Ma Tai Lizheng Ma Da, followed behind an ox cart, and quietly waited for Ma Da to order spring ploughing.

However, for Zhang Liang.

That's not what he cared about.

Rather, it was an almost crazy compulsory spring ploughing order issued by the imperial court.

"For this spring ploughing, Yingcheng is going completely crazy!"

Zhang Liang sighed lowly.

Because throughout the entire ancient history, there has never been a country like this, putting the matter of spring ploughing in such a high position, even the Qin State, which used ploughing and warfare as its national policy, did not.

….

Whether it is the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties in the past and the later vassal states, the nobles of various countries.

After the spring ploughing sacrifice, spring ploughing was ordered, and all the national policy was to encourage spring ploughing.

That is, to ask the people to spontaneously carry out spring ploughing.

Among them, the most serious problem is the problem of grain seeds, for many people, when it comes to the stage of shaving, there is basically no grain for farming.

But this time the spring ploughing order is mandatory.

It was clearly ordered that the local government treasury should supply grain seeds, and that no idle field should be idle, but that it must be cultivated.

It can be said that as long as the field is sown, seeds must be sown into it.

That's all.

It also requires that all people must participate in the cultivation of the fields.

Not encouragement.

It's compulsory.

Especially such a thing as stranger farming, which has not been found for eternity.

Whether it is a business trip or a wandering in a foreign land, Jiatian is thousands of miles away, and it is impossible to rush back.

These people are basically idle.

However, the forced spring ploughing order simply and rudely required these people to spontaneously go to other people's fields and work with others.

It's outrageous!

"Whether the Qin State lives or dies, it will be known within three years, this is no longer a matter that the First Emperor can decide whether he lives or not!"

"At this rate, three years will be a huge feng shui period."

"If it can be stable in three years, the Qin State will still be able to survive, if it can't be stable in three years, even if the Qin State has a strong military, it will not help!"

Zhang Liang groaned in his heart, these words are not enough to communicate with outsiders.

Since ancient times, farming has not changed much, whether the land belongs to the aristocracy, the vassal states, or private ownership has an unchanging characteristic.

There are no major changes, and the imperial court will adjust the agricultural policy by the smallest possible margin.

Ensure that the people will plow and harvest the fields on time every year.

This and important.

People want to eat, and if there is no food to eat, the world is in chaos.

And now.

Yingcheng is changing the agricultural policy with extremely terrifying changes.

If the agricultural administration can be stable.

The benefits of agricultural administration through compulsory spring ploughing are unimaginable.

Zhang Liang was immersed in the morning darkness with an inexplicable mind.

But it's at this time.

"Let's go!"

With Ma Da shouting hysterically, Zhang Liang's thoughts were also pulled back.

The team of spring ploughing set off.

Seeing this, Zhang Liang could only smile helplessly.

Seriously.

He Zhang Liang is so big, and he has never planted in the field himself.

At most, stand next to the field, take a look at the green fields, the golden fields, some places are barren, and occasionally express the surging feelings or worries about the country and the people.

This is also the first time that he Zhang Liang has gone to the field to farm, and everything is under command.

And in the early hours of this morning.

It's not just Matairi.

Pinyang!

Wang Fu drove the ox cart early in the morning, and said angrily, "The old man has not farmed for 20 years, but he didn't expect to drive the ox cart to farm at this time."

"Hey, that's it, although the old man is old, he can still do this kind of thing!"

"This year is a bumper harvest year, a handful of grain grows ten handfuls of grain, and the law of iron will not be changed by any external matter."

"Now that the nobles have found their own way out, there is no possibility of resistance."

….

"But in the end, what is the ownership of this field, this year's grain production is already visible!"

Wang Fu sighed in his heart.

At this time in previous years, it was also a big deal for the Wang family.

The children of the Wang family, plus the food eups, set off to farm in large areas.

Not to mention how happy it was.

But now, he was not happy at all.

With the efforts of Wang Jian Naha, the Wang family gave up resistance, and was divided into food and land by the imperial court, all of which became one hundred households after another.

"However, the Pinyang Wang clan is still Pinyang

The Wang clan will not be shaken in any way because of the loss of land and food!"

Wang Fu smiled.

Although the Wang family lost their land, they gained seven salt mines, which accounted for nearly half of the world's salt industry.

Lost, not lost.

In the past, the salt industry was controlled by the imperial court very deadly, except for the clan, others basically could not touch the smelting of salt, iron and copper.

Right now!

It can only be said that the east corner is lost, and the mulberry elm is harvested!

East County!

Pu County!

Liyi County!

Chencang County!

Lantian County!

According to the latest household registration statistics.

100,000 households in Xianyang.

And just this morning, ninety out of five people gathered to farm.

Equally.

It was early this morning.

Yongcheng ancestral land.

Under the gaze of the people near Yongcheng.

The site of the huge altar of worship to the heavens.

Yingcheng stood under the altar in plain black.

With their backs to half of the courtiers.

Stomp ......

Yingcheng took heavy steps towards the steps that began to ascend the altar.

Slowly.

Yingcheng stood higher and higher.

Although you can't see the rear, the surrounding buildings are gradually trampled under the feet of Yingcheng.

Sacrifice!

Every year, the First Emperor will come to pay respects, I really don't know, but this is already a spirit.

The sacrifice told the heavens that the Qin country was going to spring ploughing, hoping that the heavens could make the world wind and rain smooth.

Only after this event was held would the First Emperor tour the east and the south to tour various tours.

But this year.

Yingcheng gradually sank down, and seemed to wander in the picture of generations of Chinese ancestors fighting for slash-and-burn cultivation and sky.

On both sides of the staircase, on the handrail wall, there are one untold story after another.

One of the most striking is a vivid picture of slash-and-burn farming.

It describes the scene of the two emperors of Yan and Huang who fought because of the conflict in ancient times, but stopped fighting for spring ploughing and joined hands with spring ploughing.

It's hard to know.

It has become a spiritual symbol.

If this stone carving survives to future generations, it must be able to trigger countless conjectures of later historians, and naturally, there is no problem in changing ten villas.

Jiuding is not on this altar that towers beyond the sky.

But.

Above the altar, there is also a tripod.

The huge bronze dome contains grains.

Rice is white, wheat is earthy yellow, beans are large grains of earthy yellow, corn is small grains of golden yellow, and millet is large grains of golden yellow.

At this time, in Dingzhong, five kinds of grains are held in turn.

And after the tripod.

There is a tall eucalyptus table.

On top are sacrifices, cattle, sheep, pigs, horses, chickens, dogs, rice, wheat noodles, rice porridge, etc.

….

Five grains and six animals!

This is the highest level of sacrifice.

Yingcheng took a deep breath.

Slightly heavy.

Not sure why.

When I stand on this, I can't help but feel calm and apprehensive.

Inability to restrain oneself with normal behavior.

It is a sacred and ancient sacrifice that carries with it endless hope.

It cannot be called a superstitious immortal.

It is that the people who are struggling in the world are full of the greatest hope for life, a kind of spiritual sustenance.

Muslim your hands!

Yingcheng gently lit the pillar incense, which burned quickly and was not as slender as in later generations.

It is mainly made of straw sticks, resin, wood powder, wormwood, etc., which can burn for five minutes

Around.

That is, the time of one stick of incense in a moment.

Five minutes.

One moment of three incense!

Yingcheng inserted the three incense sticks into the bronze tripod in turn.

Then!

Flicking his sleeves and moving forward, he slowly knelt in front of the bronze tripod.

If there is anything else in this world that can make the First Emperor kneel on the ground, it is only this place.

"Kneel!"

The accompanying priests of Fengchangfu sang loudly, and then knelt down as well.

Below.

The many officials led by Feng Quji prostrate on the ground one after another.

Behind the officials, one after another of the people knelt down.

It was a sacrifice that was closer to silence.

Yingcheng saluted three times and nine bows to a bronze tripod.

Every knock.

The person in the back will also kneel once.

"God still eats it!"

Although Yingcheng silently knelt down to worship heaven and earth, he still couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

At this time, if the wind is strong and the clouds cover the sky.

Then the fun will be great!

Luckily, though.

As he knelt down again and again.

Because the time is just right, the early sun is rising.

The darkness of the morning was gradually dispelled by the sunlight.

This is one of the most important tasks of the Bongchang Province.

The time of the sacrifice was under the control of the Bongjofu, and when he began to worship, it was the time when the first sun rose.

It doesn't matter when it is.

It's just that this situation seems to belong to the scope of divine brilliance, which is the scene of God's blessing and God's blessing of Daqin.

If at this time there is not much in the east, and the surging clouds are colorful gold, then today's worship can be sung all over the world, and the court will make efforts to create rumors, and the sky will be auspicious, and the wind and rain will be smooth.

Though...... Not this morning.

But it didn't blow or rain, and he was already happy.

The long worship is over.

Yingcheng got up at this time, then turned around and looked down at the many officials and people below, and took the silk book handed over by the priest.

It's not a newly written silk book.

It's an old silk book that even the handwriting is light.

It has a surging pale yellow color.

It's very old, but I don't know if it was made by the sacrifice of the Qin State, or if it was obtained from the treasure house of the Zhou royal family when the Qin State destroyed the Zhou royal family.

In short, even in this era, this thing is a peerless treasure that is difficult to change!

Yingcheng didn't shout loudly with a loudspeaker:

"Zobi Futian, ten thousand years old. I take it and eat my peasantry. Since ancient times, there have been years. Now suitable for the south of the mu, or Yun or Yuan. Millet grass, the key to stopping, I am a fashionable person.

….

With me, with me, with me, with the sheep sacrificed, with the community as the party. My field is both Zang, the celebration of the farmer. Qin Se drums to Mida Zu. To pray for rain, to introduce my millet, to grain my daughter.

The great-grandson came and stopped, and his wife and son. The south acres of the rice are happy. Pick it up and taste its purpose. He is easy to grow acres, and there is good in the end. Great-grandson is not angry, farmer Kemin.

The great-grandson's crop, such as Ci is like a beam. The great-grandson's Yu, such as Di Rujing. It is to ask for a thousand warehouses, but to ask for a Vance box. Millet rice, a farmer's celebration. Repay the blessing and live a long life.

……」

This is the sacrificial text of the Zhou Dynasty, and it is also the sacrificial text that the First Emperor had to read once a year.

It is recorded in the Book of Songs.

The general meaning is that there are endless fields, and the amount of grain that can be harvested every year is not counted, and I only need to take out the grain stored in previous years, which is enough to feed the countless people under my rule, and it has been such a good year since ancient times!

[The problem of slow update of new chapters is in the can.]

Tribute to the delicacies I cooked with grains, sacrifice my pure white lamb, sacrifice to the emperor and queen of heaven and earth to thank the gods of the four directions. I am the king of heaven and the land of the whole sect of the five grains, this is the blessing of the people of the world, luckily, I play the strings, warp the drum and shake the sky, together to meet the ancestor god of farming. We sincerely pray for good weather and nectar from heaven to bless a good harvest and feed the thousands of men and women under my rule.

Until the end of the reading.

Yingcheng shouted at the top of his voice:

"May God bless me with the wind and rain in the Qin country, the nectar will fall from time to time, the world will be stable, the harvest will be prosperous, and there will be no hunger!"

"God bless spring ploughing, Taihe four o'clock, spring ploughing!"

Below.

One after another, the officials and the people also shouted excitedly: "May God bless me with the wind and rain in the Qin country, the nectar will fall from time to time, the world will be stable, the harvest will be prosperous, and there will be no hunger!"

"God bless spring ploughing, Taihe four o'clock, spring ploughing!"

The years are like dreams