Everything is inferior, only reading is high!

In Da Chu, the literary style is prosperous, and the martial style is weak. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In Dachu, the emphasis was placed on literature over martial arts, and the imperial examination was emphasized, and scholars were first-class people; as for the military generals, they were only Qiu Ba, and even if they made great contributions, they were still a puppet. The slightest mistake is that there are many impeachments, ranging from imprisonment to death at worst.

Just thinking about it for a while, Liu Xiu understood the key.

If the common people are martial and brave, and their blood is strong, where will those corrupt officials have the courage to harm the people, and if the people are all martial and brave, and are not afraid of power, then the emperor's throne will not be stable.

Therefore, it is necessary to emphasize literature and suppress military force, suppress the wildness of the people, and cultivate them into obedient people.

Dad drank wine, seemed to be a little drunk, and kept telling some things about being a soldier in the past.

Liu Xiu listened quietly.

Come to think of it, Daddy is so good to him.

Back then, seeing his father farming in the field, Liu Xiu wanted to come forward to help, but his father said: "My son is a scholar, and such a lowly thing as farming in the field, my father can do it, you can rest on the side!"

Now thirteen years old, Liu Xiu has never been on the ground, and has not received a trace of physical work.

Thinking of my father in the hot summer, sweating like rain and hoeing seedlings, while he is under the shade of a tree, blowing a cool breeze and eating watermelon, I am ashamed.

"Lao Liu, I'm here!"

At this time, as soon as the door opened, I saw a yamen official walk in.

"It turned out to be the king's scribe!" said the father, "son, go back and read!"

Liu Xiu immediately returned to the room, but did not continue to read, but listened to the discussion outside.

"Liu Dayong, I want to repair the Huai River recently, and I want to conquer the conscription......" Wang Shuzhi said, with a slight sneer on his lips.

Hearing this, my father's face quickly changed.

"Huaihe, repair every year, why hasn't it been repaired yet?" said his father.

"It's going to rain, the river is going to rise, God is like that, and we can't do anything about it!" said the king scribe.

In ancient times, there was a large number of conscription, which was free labor, free for the construction of dams, canals, cities, palaces, and so on. Part of the expenses along the way are funded by the government, but a large part of it needs to be funded by the people themselves. In this environment, only high-ranking officials and nobles, as well as scholars with meritorious reputations, can be exempted from forced labor.

Some high-class and middle-class households can also be exempted from military service and from forced labor.

And these are all related, there is no relationship, if you want to pay for exemption from military service, there is no way to avoid forced labor.

In the past, my father had always relied on his connections to avoid forced labor, or to perform forced labor in the neighborhood.

And this year, it didn't work.

............

"It's been every year, why hasn't it been this year?" asked the mother, a little panicked.

"Someone is making it bad. Father said with a wry smile.

"Bad?" the mother frowned, "You have always had a good relationship with the officials of the yamen, so it shouldn't be stuck with you!"

"It's Wang Shun's kid, who is making trouble. Three years ago, the five acres of land I bought, Wang Shun, also wanted to buy, but I was the first to go, and I have always been jealous in my heart. Now relying on his brother-in-law, he has arrived at the Yamen, and he has been on an errand and stumbling on my son!" said the father angrily.

It's a little helpless again.

"Then beg him, give him some money!"

"No, I already knelt down for him just now, but he still doesn't give up!"

"This kid is not a thing in itself, and now he is proud and revenge. What should I do?" the mother suddenly lost her mind.

"Who knows? The father smiled bitterly, "That's it, that's it, just go, it's not a big deal." Lao Tzu was a soldier back then, and the rain of swords, guns, and arrows came, and this little thing is nothing! In our village, about half of the men have to serve in the conscription, and the villagers take care of each other, and they are not afraid of anything!"

As he spoke, my father laughed, not caring about it, as if it was just a small thing.

............

Liu Xiu wanted to help, but he didn't have a chance for a while.

Conscription, which may seem like a small thing, is actually enough to kill people.

In this world, there are no machinery for building river dams, all of them are shovels, farm tools within hoes, and cultivation, and the whole amount of work is extremely huge; in this world, there are no trains or automobiles to transport them, and they are all walking on two legs, and building roads 500 miles away is almost a fatal errand.

There is no work-related injury allowance for the construction of the project, and if it dies, it is directly buried in the project and used as a material.

Traveling to faraway places, going to build projects, the mortality rate is high.

Meng Jiangnu cried about the Great Wall, crying that her husband built the Great Wall and died near the Great Wall.

Every stone of the Great Wall is covered with bones.

In later generations, under every sleeper of the Western Railroad in the United States, there were the bones of Chinese workers.

Every time I go to a distant place to serve in the conscription, there will be some people who die in a foreign land, and their bones cannot be recovered.

The county order of the broken family, the mansion Yin who destroyed the door.

And now, just a small official, a small foot that does not enter the product, is to make the Liu family have a tendency to destroy the door.

"It's a pity, if I study hard and get admitted to Xiucai, I will be exempted from forced labor!"

Liu Xiu thought about it, feeling a little remorseful in her heart.

In the previous life, employment was equal to unemployment, and a college diploma had a very low gold content, and it was often impossible to find a job, but in this world, Xiucai had a very high gold content, and he was exempted from forced labor, and he had a talisman.

A small official dares to bully some people, but he does not dare to bully a talent.

"In the past, there was Meng Jiangnu crying on the Great Wall, and the Great Wall fell;

Liu Xiu thought about it, but her heart trembled.

In ancient times, the general life expectancy was not high, and many people lived only forty or fifty years old

Father, he is already in his forties, and at this age in ancient times, he has already entered old age.

When my father joined the army in his early years, he was left with a dark wound, and when the weather changed, his body was often sore, and he could no longer bear the heavy conscription, and he probably died on the river dam.

In the past, there was Wang Xiliang, and today there is a father;

In the past, there was Meng Jiangnu, and today there is me Liu Xiu.

"Nope. I'm not a Meng Jiangnu, and my father is not Wang Xiliang!"

Liu Xiu thought about it, and his blood surged.

Man is a sword, I am a fish. Qingqing's life was held in his hand.

Grass people, is life as cheap as grass? If you don't give me a way to live, I'll give you a hard time!

The wrath of the Son of Heaven ambushes millions of corpses, and the wrath of the horseman sheds blood in five steps.

He is a reader, and he is a grass person.

If the king scribe wants to kill his father, then destroy him and bleed five steps.

Democracy, not spoken by mouth?

but the horseman, who bleed five steps, and killed it;

Fairness, not guaranteed by law?

It's a puppet, bleeding five steps, and killing it.

Justice, not the discovery of conscience?

It's a puppet, bleeding five steps, and killing it.

Liu Xiu couldn't help but think of a sacrificial text in "Yang * God".

The way of the Assassins, outnumbered, is courage

The way of the assassin is to kill and become a benevolent, and it is courage

The way of the assassin, a three-foot straight sword, within five steps, the blood stains the golden palace, and the emperor is afraid, it is for courage!

Yi sacrifices to the ancient thorn road today, the way of the brave, and I hope that all the people in the world have the heart of the brave! Then the superior is worried about it and does not dare to act recklessly! The emperor is afraid of it, and does not dare to fish and meat! The meat eaters are uncomfortable for it, and they dare not do anything wrong! There is no injustice in the world. Yi He De how can he be able to worship the brave Assassin Dao in front of the Assassin Hall today, he has nothing to show for it, but he is envious of a piece of sincerity, and he wishes that the Assassin Dao will be passed on forever from generation to generation, and it will not be replaced.

The stab is immortal, and the brave are immortal. The brave will not die, and humanity will always be prosperous.

This is the way of the assassin, and it is not the way of the puppet.

And now, he wants to be an assassin and kill those corrupt officials and corrupt officials.