The wheelbarrow creaked.

It is full of wealth that it shouldn't have at this age, and is so overwhelmed by this heavy wealth that it will fall apart.

They stopped under the platform.

A full half a tael of money was piled up in the wheelbarrow carriage.

The soldiers in the forefront tried hard to stretch their necks, trying to get closer to the most beautiful scenery in the world.

The cavalry responsible for maintaining order tried hard to block the soldiers with their shields.

The Qin soldiers in the front rows saw the money and believed Ying Zheng's big words a little.

So what if you send money? You still have to take it back?

They thought this way, but they couldn't help but imagine.

What if?

What if I can keep some money on myself?

What if I can spend some of it?

Go to Nulu? Go to buy wine? Go to buy meat? Go to buy good clothes and shoes?

They couldn't help thinking about this.

When I have no money, my thoughts are not promising. Now when I see money, my thinking is full of vitality.

They each licked their lips and swallowed.

They were looking forward, looking up at the little man who couldn't see clearly.

Listen to those unreal words.

As if in a dream.

The world is soft.

The feet are soft.

The crowded people around me are soft.

The air is sweet.

The sun is warm.

That little man probably won't lie to us, right?

They are looking forward to it.

The people with wheelbarrows and the people full of copper coins in the rear row were not seen. Listening to the words of their peers in the front row, they gradually believed that the noble man in front of them was really willing to give the money to them.

As for whether it will be reclaimed later?

Then who can know?

The act of sending money today is something they have never seen in their entire lives.

Things are beyond the scope of cognition, and they have no way to refer to them from their old experiences, so they all began to wait for the things in front of them to develop.

Crowded, noisy, turbid, hot, and fierce.

Emotions are surging and crowded.

Then, a man was released by the cavalrymen.

He looked at the cavalry who had released himself in confusion.

Two cavalry kicked him in the butt with disgust: "Why don't you go up quickly, the king will call you to go up and get the money!"

This man was like a dream, unable to believe it.

Ying Zheng on the stage held a pile of copper coins that had been counted and waited quietly.

The Qin officials held horns and shouted loudly.

"Go to the high platform and get the wages."

"Go to the high platform and get the wages."

The Qin officials were shouting.

The soldiers watched someone being allowed to go over to collect money, and forgot to crowd out for a while and forgot to look at the money.

They were stunned.

They turned their attention to the lucky one who received the first wage.

The lucky man scratched his head.

His hair was dry and messy, and his face was dark and dirty.

The back of his hand was frostbite scar, and the face of seventeen or eighteen years old was covered with scars. In addition to being childish, he also had a bit of fierceness.

He was frightened.

In his life, there was never such a thing as everyone's attention.

In his perception, he never said that he had served in the military and received wages.

In his destiny, he never said that he had taken money from a noble man.

He was confused.

Ying Zheng stood on the high platform and looked down at this lucky person quietly.

Below, the dark soldiers quietly looked up at this lucky person.

The lucky one swallowed.

His fingers were twisted around the corners of the dirty and patched clothes.

Lucky looked at their peers and took a step forward, wanting to get back into the queue.

Lucky people's eyes flowed crystal clear.

His body couldn't help but tremble.

He finally moved.

He gritted his teeth, and the scar on his face was like a centipede, slowly crawling.

His whole body was like a maggot, slowly squirming.

He was too excited and too scared to walk steadily.

Someone in the queue began to verbally abuse.

"Waste, go to the high platform to get the wages!"

"Can you do it? If not, I'll do it!"

"What are you afraid of?"

"You go forward, stupid!"

"Go up, get the money!"

They were excited and wanted to replace them.

Ying Zheng looked and listened.

No.

These people are not good yet.

They can't carry "struggle".

Make sure it survives first.

After survival, life is life.

Meet its basic needs as a "person".

Then, based on the law, we know some simple common sense and establish production relations.

Then, in my mind, I established some basic... worldview?

Under the influence of these things, they become the most basic and complete people, and then they will be born with real "struggle".

Otherwise, even if you get up, it will only be to ask someone for a comfortable kneeling.

That is not called struggle, it is called resistance, it is called struggle.

The copper coins in my arms were heavy.

Ying Zheng took a step forward.

The lucky man took a deep breath, clenched his fists, stood up, and shouted loudly.

"I want a lot of money!"

"I want wages!"
To be continued...