The fake daughter is also trying to exploit system loopholes today

[Emperor Xin is still too young. He distributed these lands to other princes. What if these princes rebel again? ]

[In the past, due to insufficient productivity, the central government's orders could not be transmitted in a short time, and the adoption of the feudal system was a helpless move. ]

[Now that there are so many time travelers, potatoes, corn, tracks, and even steam locomotives, the productivity of the entire country has been brought to an extremely terrifying level. Emperor Xin can completely control the entire country by himself, so why should he share power? ]

[Unfortunately, Nuwa is worried about affecting the development of the human race and doesn't allow me to tell other people about these things. Otherwise, I would definitely grab Emperor Xin's ears and tell him that he should adopt the county system now.]

[On the grounds that this piece of land had just been conquered and Yuan Futong might attack at any time, he directly turned this piece of land into a military stronghold, implemented military control, and took control of the power to appoint officials, judicial power, and taxation. ]

[Then, we will gradually erode the territory and expand the number of important military towns through continuous foreign wars. When our forces can crush all the princes, we can officially change the ancestral law...]

Su Xiaomeng talked a lot, and the more Emperor Xin listened, the brighter his eyes became. He had long been fed up with those princes who had money, connections, fiefdoms, and armies, and could drive him out of power at any time.

What he thought at the beginning was to consume the strength of these princes and reduce the number of their troops through foreign wars.

But if you think about it carefully, instead of risking a possible rebellion by the princes and cutting flesh with a blunt knife, it would be safer to do as Su Xiaomeng said and continue to occupy new lands and expand one's own power through foreign wars.

After being happy, Emperor Xin soon discovered a new problem. As the orthodox Shang Dynasty, he couldn't just declare war on the surrounding countries. At that time, his ministers would surely make crazy remonstrations, and Master Wen would not agree.

As soon as Emperor Xin mentioned Master Wen, he thought of the whip in his hand. Some bad memories came to his mind and he subconsciously covered his butt.

Wen Zhong's voice then rang out: "Your Majesty, please pay attention to your manners in the palace."

"Master Wen, I understand."

Emperor Xin sat up straight abruptly, his eyes falling on Su Xiaomeng, who was playing with her hair out of boredom in the corner of the hall.

In order to avoid being exposed, Emperor Xin did not rush to tell Su Xiaomeng his thoughts. Instead, he used the tactic of procrastination, temporarily suppressing the matter on the grounds that the matter was of great importance, the lost territory had not yet been consolidated, and the rebels might counterattack at any time.

After the court session, Emperor Xin immediately summoned Su Xiaomeng.

"Meng Meng, I found that besides Yuan Futong, many of the other eight hundred princes also wanted to rebel. I want to send troops, but I lack a reason to do so. You are the smartest. Do you have any good ideas?"

"Sending troops, that's easy," Su Xiaomeng raised her eyebrows, "Just say your soldiers are lost in his country, then lead the troops in to look for them, and then slip up and take down the king of their country, isn't that enough?"

The corner of Emperor Xin's mouth twitched involuntarily: "This, this is too rough, is there a more refined way?"

"If it's a little more delicate, it would be a bit troublesome," Su Xiaomeng pointed at the clothes on Emperor Xin.

"You can arrange a few people to put the clothes you are wearing into their homes, and then you can use the excuse that they have evil intentions and want to rebel to kill their entire clan."

Emperor Xin spoke tentatively: "This is indeed a good reason for the larger vassal states, but for the smaller vassal states, no one would believe you if you said they wanted to rebel and take power."

"It's easier to deal with these small countries. Send an envoy over there and be a little arrogant. If they can tolerate it, give them a chance to submit to you with their entire country. If they can't tolerate it, attack the envoy. I don't need to teach you the rest..."

Su Xiaomeng simply repeated what the Han Dynasty envoys had done, and Emperor Xin was stunned.

"Meng Meng, if those old ministers say that they want to implement the king's rule and cannot be too violent, what should I do?"

Su Xiaomeng said slowly: "Lu Xun once said that when you want to open a window, you'd better declare that you want to tear down the wall, so that they will agree to let you tear down the window. You just need to do this..."

Next, Emperor Xin began to design the surrounding vassal states according to what Su Xiaomeng said.

Three months later, when the summer grain was ripe, Emperor Xin called on all his ministers in the court and prepared to send troops to attack those vassal states. As he had expected, many ministers jumped out to oppose it.

"Ahem," Emperor Xin cleared his throat, "Since everyone has said so, let's not fight for now. However, due to natural disasters and a large number of refugees, there is a serious lack of arable land in the country."

"I originally wanted to expand the territory and increase the arable land area. In this case, I can only open up wasteland and cultivate land together with the vast majority of my subjects."

Food is the most important thing for people. When the ministers heard that Emperor Xin would not go to war and would prepare to farm, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! You are truly a wise ruler..."

Bigan was very pleased and just after he said a few words of praise, he was interrupted by Emperor Xin.

"Uncle Wang, farming season is the most important. Let's set out now before it snows and start reclaiming wasteland."

"Me?" Bigan pointed at his nose in disbelief.

Emperor Xin shook his head gently: "Not just you, there is nothing important in the court right now, and the ministers are idle anyway, let me personally lead us to open up the wasteland together."

"If you open up one more field and plant one more crop, you can feed one more person next year."

Emperor Xin's words sounded so high-sounding that the ministers had no way of refutation and could only follow him obediently to the royal hunting ground.

"Uncle Wang," Emperor Xin pressed a bronze axe into Bigan's hand, "Please clear these trees."

"Master," Emperor Xin pressed a bronze shovel into his hand, "Please dig out all the tree roots."

"Taibao, please..."

Emperor Xin assigned a lot of tasks to every official, including the princes who came to pay homage to him and the hostages they sent to Chaoge, and he did not let any of them go.

In order to not give them any excuses, Emperor Xin personally took part in the weeding and chopping trees in one go. He even relied on his own strength to replace the oxen, dragging the curved plow presented by the "time traveler" and plowing the land frantically.

The first day was okay, although a little tiring, but seeing that the king finally gave up the war, started to care about food, and the livelihood of the people, and showed the signs of a wise ruler, my heart was warmed.

But as time went on, except for the military officers and some officials with cultivation, everyone else was exhausted both physically and mentally and could hardly hold on any longer.

My king, I can understand that you want to farm, but you can just open up one or two pieces for show. How come you are addicted to it? You are not a descendant of the Emperor of Agriculture.

Moreover, my king, you are blessed by heaven and have a strong body, but my old bones really can't bear it.

Some old ministers could not bear it anymore, and went to Emperor Xin to ask for leave on the grounds of old age and frailty, but Emperor Xin dragged them to where the serfs were and pointed at a few gray-haired slaves.

"They are hungry and cold, yet they are still able to open up wasteland. You eat better than them and wear silk and satin. Why can't you persist? You are not worse than a slave, are you?"

The old minister was powerless to refute, so he could only withdraw his resignation, return to the wilderness, and continue to reclaim the wasteland with other ministers.

Reclaiming wasteland is a tough job. Even with all the advanced equipment in modern times, it still takes a lot of effort, not to mention the Shang Dynasty when iron tools were not used on a large scale.

Although the time travelers brought advanced technology, the promotion of any technology takes time. In addition, Emperor Xin deliberately created trouble for his ministers, so they could only use bulky bronze tools to reclaim the wasteland.

To be honest, Emperor Xin was originally planning to give them stone axes and stone shovels, but after Su Xiaomeng's reminder, he changed to the mainstream bronze axes.

However, no matter which one it was, after half a month of pioneering work, most officials could no longer bear it.

They gathered together and began to discuss countermeasures.

The master rubbed his lower back and gasped, "No, if I keep doing this, my old bones will really fall apart. Who of you can persuade the king to stop opening up wasteland?"

"Old Master, we have advised you many times," another dusty official said with a sob, "but the king wants to ensure that everyone has enough food to eat, and he must reclaim enough land at any cost."

"If the king was just talking, I could still give him some advice, but the king is not just being generous to others. The king has always been practicing what he preaches and working with us to open up new land."

Before he finished speaking, the old master suddenly shuddered: "Everyone, I know what to do to change the king's mind!"