This first emperor is awesome

How to do?

If you pick it up, you die, if you don't pick it up, you die immediately

The craftsman's mind was racing like lightning, but it was still difficult to make a decision.

I can live a stable and good life, all thanks to His Majesty the First Emperor!

In the past, my family could only rent the land of the noble lord to cultivate, and most of the annual income had to be turned over as rent.

But now, His Majesty the First Emperor allocated Yongye Tian to everyone for the benefit of his descendants.

And my own dolls have also started to study and go to school, and they can have the same rights as those nobles and scholars in the past.

As long as you study well, you will be able to take part in the imperial examination in the future. If you do well in the exam, you can completely get rid of your fate and become an upstart in the Great Qin Empire.

Not

I cannot betray the empire, nor can I be disloyal to His Majesty.

Dolls often say that there is a country where there is a family, and if the country does not exist, where is the family?

I don't want to go back to those war-torn years.

Nowadays, everyone has food to eat and work to do, so what's wrong?

These people must have been deprived of their lawless rights by His Majesty the First Emperor, so they hold grudges and want to return to their previous corrupt lives.

"Bah, a villain's life is cheap, but he knows that the world's well-being is what the world wishes for."

"I would rather die than die."

The craftsman figured it out, thinking of the hope of the doll, the happy smiles of the parents, and the happy faces of the fathers and villagers who no longer have to worry about the war and hunger, and immediately clamored.

"As a Zhao person, but willing to be a Qin dog, then die!"

Li Zuoche sneered, then quickly drew out his long sword, and directly pierced the craftsman's lower abdomen.

The craftsman fell down slowly, but there was no pain on his face, but he was extremely relieved.

In his mind, he recalled the nursery rhymes that the doll sang every day!

Our empire is the rising sun, our empire shines on all smiles

We are the future successors of the pillars of the empire, taking care of the empire to thrive until the end of time

He smiled happily, and tears slowly rolled down his simple and honest face. He seemed to see the doll grow up and become the successor of the pillar of the empire, the guardian of the empire, and contribute his weak strength to the common people of this world .

He saw his father, mother, and the woman who never left him

People in this prosperous world have been looking forward to it for hundreds of years, and they have finally found peace.

Although I am insignificant, I am willing to guard this sky and dedicate my insignificant strength.

Li Zuoche and Zhao Xie were all puzzled when they saw that this craftsman wanted to protect the Qin Empire in order to die.

After thinking for a long time, Li Zuoche felt a little bitter in his heart.

Is the general trend of the world inviolable?

Not

The Li clan, who had guarded Zhao for 200 years, could die without a problem.

I have dedicated my whole life to anti-Qin Fuzhao, and I can't turn back.

Don't you engrave?

then die, i will do it myself

Li Zuoche picked up the copybook on the ground, then picked up the craftsman's tools, and walked towards the meteor crater.

Everyone followed Li Zuoche down the meteor crater, and then Li Zuoche picked up a chisel, ready to start carving.

But before he could drop the chisel, he heard shouts echoing from above.

"wind"

"wind"

"gale"

The huge crater has been surrounded by densely packed Qin soldiers, and the black king's flag fluttering in the wind is so dazzling.

Zhao Xie slumped down and sat down, trembling all over, secretly thinking that it was all over.

There was endless bitterness on Li Zuoche's face, are Qin people so predictable?

With a look of determination on his face, he swung the chisel, intending to smash it at the meteorite, to vent the accumulated anger in his heart.

But there was a sound of piercing through the air, and a black feather arrow directly pierced his heart.

Looking at the arrow on his chest, Li Zuoche felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, and soon he fell down with his head up, and his consciousness gradually moved away from his body.

He seems to have seen his father, his magnificent and incomparable grandpa

Meng Yi looked at the dozens of people in the pit, and said coldly: "Shoot them all, and transport the meteor back to Xianyang."

"Here"

All the soldiers immediately took orders, and then all arrows were fired, and everyone in the pit was shot.

Chapter 89 Wealth does not return home like a night walk in embroidery

Read books and get cash!

Xianyang Palace, Guanxing Pavilion...

The first heavy snow in winter has begun, and the sky is full of white snow, and the sky and the earth are one color.

Although the stove in the hall continued to emit heat, the temperature was still so cold that it was suffocating.

Ying Zheng was wearing a thick cotton coat and a fine leather jacket over it.

Lying on a rocking chair, looking at the heavy snowflakes, his eyes showed a pensive look.

The auspicious snow heralds a good year, so there should be a good harvest this year, right?

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the coolness penetrated into the bone marrow. Putting his hands into his sleeves, he said softly, "It's too cold here."

Zhao Zhong, who was standing by the side, immediately understood, turned around and said to a group of servants, "Bring the stove closer so that Your Majesty can keep warm."

"Here."

A group of servants immediately took orders, and then set up the stove and moved towards Ying Zheng.

"Your Majesty, is it warmer now?"

Zhao Zhong's old face was full of smiles, and he smiled at Ying Zheng.

"Zhao Zhong!"

Ying Zheng seemed to have thought of something, and asked suddenly.

"Your Majesty, here is my minister."

Zhao Zhong immediately cupped his hands and bowed.

"How long have you been in the palace!"

Looking at the snow scene outside, Ying Zheng seemed to ask casually.

"Returning to Your Majesty, when King Zhaoxiang was on the throne, I entered Xianyang Palace at the age of 19, and it has been 57 years now."

Zhao Zhong had an apologetic smile all over his face, but he said secretly in his heart.

"So, you are also a veteran of the Four Dynasties."

"This year is seventy-six!"

Upon hearing this, Yingzheng's expression was calm, and he sighed a little.

"Return to Your Majesty, that's right."

Zhao Zhong appeared calm on the surface, but panicked in his heart.

Your Majesty, are you saying that you are old again?

"It's rare for people to be in their seventies. You're already in your seventies, and you're busy all day. I really can't bear it."

Ying Zheng sighed and said with emotion.

"Your Majesty, I would like to serve His Majesty on the front and back of the horse, and do my best to die."

I'm really afraid of something coming, Zhao Zhong said hastily.

"Time flies, time flies like an arrow, so many years have passed, do you miss home?"

Ying Zheng didn't seem to hear Zhao Zhong's words, but asked again.

"Your Majesty, Xianyang Palace is the home of the minister!"

Zhao Zhong burst into tears immediately, knelt down and said.

"Your loyalty, I understand."

"What a wonderful life!"

"No matter how far you wander, no matter how beautiful it is, you will eventually return to your roots."

"As the saying goes, riches and honors do not return to their hometowns, like embroidered clothes walking at night, who knows?"

"You are walking on thin ice and have served me for dozens of years. Is I a mean and ungrateful lord?"

Ying Zheng stared at Zhao Zhong with deep eyes and asked.

"Your Majesty is the number one sage in history, and definitely not a ungrateful king."

Zhao Zhong hurriedly bowed his head and kowtowed.

"Are there any relatives alive at home?"

Ying Zheng didn't take Zhao Zhong's flattery to heart, but continued to ask.

"Return to Your Majesty, parents and brothers and sisters are all dead."

"There are still a few nephews who are still alive, and occasionally exchange letters."

Zhao Zhongrao is hard-hearted, and in this situation, he can't help but feel homesick for his family.

"Stand up!"

"Where is your ancestral home?"

Ying Zheng's voice was soft. At this moment, he seemed to be no longer the iron-blooded king, but a kind and kind elder.

"Return to Your Majesty, my ancestral home is Fushi County, Shangjun."

Zhao Zhong said anxiously.

"I bestow you with wealth and honor, go back to your hometown and retire!"

"I've worked hard all my life, and I don't have a few more years to enjoy."

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Zhong and spoke righteously.

"Your Majesty, I wish to serve His Majesty!"

"I don't want to go anywhere. Your Majesty is my relative, and Xianyang Palace is my home!"

Zhao Zhong really wanted to agree, but he was very hesitant, and finally declined.

"When you are old, you should return to your hometown to enjoy family happiness. Although you have no children, but with my generous gift, why don't your nephews and nephews be filial?"

"If you act like this, are you going to give me the name of being mean and ungrateful?"

Ying Zheng straightened his face and scolded.

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty's grace is mighty, and I dare not insult His Majesty's sage."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."

Zhao Zhong was in tears, he had already talked about this, is there any room for him to refuse?

"The eunuch ordered Zhao Zhong to serve four generations of Qin monarchs. He has worked hard and made great achievements, ranking first in the court."