My father really didn't know why the Qin Wangzheng needed someone to do it.

He didn't understand his son's affairs, nor could he argue about what his son wanted to do.

So he had to remain silent and take a step back.

In the past, in their world, fathers and sons should be used as strong people to instruct and educate their sons.

This is not only the superiority of the parent-child relationship, but also the superiority of the "class".

Fathers are often like mountains and abyss, and while sheltering the family from wind and rain, they are also the monarch and oppressor in the family.

Sons, wives, daughters, etc. are often oppressed by them while being sheltered.

Nowadays, the strength of the father and son, the amount of knowledge, and the level of power seem to be a little reversed.

The father could not accept such changes for a moment and retreated silently.

The son looked at his father's seemingly aging figure and felt enlightened.

Jing Youxin wanted to say something, but at this time, he couldn't say it.

They were silent to each other, and their mood was as complicated as they were.

The soldiers who died with Jing looked at Jing’s relationship with his father in a novel way, looked at each other and felt deeply the same.

——The changes in the world are really hard to understand.

These people often only return home after fighting, get titles and titles, power, and money.

But all the cognitions of the past seem to no longer apply to everything today.

Their fathers, grandfathers and other elders were confused about the changes they had today while telling about the past experiences.

Farmers' association, iron pot, stir-fry, flour, tofu, private land, soldiers' wages...

Too many strangers.

They couldn't tell whether this was good or bad, but the world ignored their confusion at all and continued to move forward steadily, and slowly changed the familiar world.

They probably knew that all this was changed according to the wishes of the King of Qin.

While feeling strangeness and confusion, they can feel the benefits these changes bring to themselves and their families.

The elderly work less, the children can eat enough, the woman's face smiles, and the husband discusses happily saving some money to buy something delicious and fun.

It seems that everything is changing in a positive direction.

So their confusion was suppressed.

——What does it matter if it is good or stranger?

Farm tools are unfamiliar, but they save effort; food is unfamiliar, but they are in large quantities; systems are unfamiliar, but they support people...

Hope everything goes in a good direction.

My parents often squat under the trees and talked about how this place looked like in the past. What title does my child in my family have now obtained? The fields harvest twice a year, and the harvest is extremely high...

They remember their time, but sincerely hope that their time will never come back!

This kind of mood was noticed by the children.

So as sons, they also felt a hint of sadness and helplessness.

Just like today's net.

The soldiers have also felt this complexity.

The image of the mountain-like father suddenly collapsed for no reason.

No one knows where this all began, nor does no one know whether their image as a "father" will collapse one day in front of their sons and daughters.

They hope that all this will go in a better direction.

But I can't control it.

So all they can do is follow that person's footsteps and move forward!

"Let's go." Jing Shen glanced at his father deeply, then looked at his wife and son, and finally hugged his mother, took off the package on his body, and placed five kilograms of gold on the ground casually: "We won't eat lunch at home, so we don't have to do ours."

He said, taking the soldiers and turning around and leaving.

Both mother and father were very confused when they heard this.

Noon... rice?

Do you still need to have lunch?

They can't understand.

The innocent child ran to the package left by his father and wanted to dig in for any delicious food.

However, he only saw a bunch of golden things.

Poke it with your hand and it's cool.

Pick up a piece, heavy.

Take a bite, it's hard.

Very boring thing.

The child was no longer interested.

The knowledgeable and Jing father came over, frowned and thought for a while, and said in confusion: "This should be... gold, right? It's just that the shape is a little weird, and it should be valuable."

"Put it away." The father then urged: "How can money be exposed? Is it okay to sacrifice this child... or..."

...

Jing led the soldiers to walk slowly, and during this time they drew swords.

The swords were still sharp, and their swords were still well maintained throughout the journey.

"I don't know if it will start a fight." Yi said boredly.

Ze patted Paiyi's head: "If the fight starts, it is of course the best. You can directly kill the rich man who has bullied Brother Jing's family. Moreover, we were ordered by the king. Even if we kill them, the county magistrate would also cure the aftermath for us!"

"Following their previous behavior, it shouldn't be the courage to conflict with us directly." Jing shook his head: "So the possibility of fighting directly should not be great."

"Ah, I know! The commander said this, this is called..." Yixing said, but when he was at his mouth, he couldn't remember what Wang Jian said.

"Let's go." Jing turned the iron sword back to the sheath and took a deep breath: "Don't underestimate them, be careful, don't fall into this poor valley, otherwise I can't explain to your family!"

"How is this possible?" Everyone laughed.

They went to the village chief's house.

And this is just the beginning!

...

In Xianyang City, the spring breeze blows, and everything is renewed.

The snow melts, the rivers recover, and the trees sprout.

People happily walked out of the house that had been nesting for a winter, scooped a handful of clear and cold river water in the river to wash their faces, and dug a little snake that went to bed early and got up late to worship their mouths. In the fields, the children ran and thrilled. On the hillside, young boys and girls were dating.

While vitality is recovering, the construction site is underway.

The canals outside the city, the sewers in the city were rebuilt, and some houses were rebuilt...

All kinds of things require a lot of labor investment.

In addition, the nobles in the city also began their journey of clearing the land.

With the abundant food brought by the vast fields at home and the past food accumulation, the food they have in their hands is actually scary.

I didn't take it out in the past because it was unnecessary.

Now, when it is needed, it takes it out and supplies it to the slaves who have already purchased it.

The slaves were very happy after eating, and men and women all became happy.

Before their joy subsided, the nobles began to distribute agricultural tools.

New farm tools, paired with oxen, old horses, donkeys and other animal slaves began to work hard.

Refining the land is a long and hard process.

In Ju Zizhou's words, this process is called "primitive accumulation".

"In this process, we need to slowly set some rules for them. Otherwise, these experts in infighting will soon find that their accumulation speed will never destroy order and plunder others quickly." Ju Zizhou said.

Beside him, Xia Wujie bowed to take the order, recorded Ju Zizhou's words, handed them to his servants, and asked him to pass them on to Ying Zheng.
Chapter completed!