National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

As Su Mohui kowtowed, the pearl hairpins in her hair trembled slightly. "I have seen the people of the northern border go without sleep for seven days during the busy farming season, and then starve to death everywhere after the autumn harvest."

She straightened up and pointed at the modified bronze sundial on her desk. The shadow of the sundial needle was slowly moving towards the mark for "rest." "If the workshops force the people into slavery, they will be like a bowstring that is too tight; sooner or later it will break."

"While the rest and holiday system may seem costly, it actually strengthens the people and unites them." She paused, then added, "Furthermore, while the workshops are closed, the people can cultivate wasteland and learn skills. In the long run, this will benefit both the country and the people."

The hall suddenly fell silent. Ying Zheng stared at the light and shadows on the sundial, remembering a dream he had last night in which he had used a sundial like this to calculate the duration of the Great Wall's construction.

When his eyes fell on the clause at the end of the bamboo slips that read, "Anyone who violates this order will be fined three months' salary," he suddenly sneered, "How dare you make laws for me."

"Your Majesty once said that if the Qin Dynasty is to last for eternity, it must win the hearts of the people." Su Mohui straightened his back, carrying out the wishes of the ancestor of the Qin Dynasty, Qin Shi Huang, to the end, and said, "And that person once said that officials in the court must speak frankly and make suggestions, and merchants must be sympathetic to their subordinates..."

These words caused the emperor's grip on the sword to tighten suddenly, and his face beneath the crown was hidden in the intersection of light and darkness, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

After a long time, he suddenly chuckled, with a hint of relief and anticipation in his laughter.

"Let's try it out in Xianyang first," Ying Zheng finally spoke. His voice still held the majesty of an emperor, but it was no longer as cold as before. "If there are no results within three months..." He changed the subject, his gaze piercing from beneath his crown, "You should be aware of the consequences."

"I will definitely live up to your Majesty's trust."

Ying Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, staring straight at Su Mohui's bent back. He understood what the other self meant, but... never mind, they were all his people, so forget it.

Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and turned around, and his black cloak swept across Su Mohui's head.

As he was leaving, Ying Zheng accidentally caught a glimpse of the pale golden rings behind her ears. The thirty-one rings glowed faintly in the candlelight, as if telling stories of countless reincarnations.

The Taia sword on his waist no longer vibrated at this moment, but instead resonated faintly with the mini Qin Wang sword in Su Mohui's sleeve.

When the emperor's footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor and when the system's prompt sounded in her mind, Su Mohui breathed a sigh of relief. When she stood up, she noticed that the frequency of the heat in the national destiny ring on the back of her neck gradually slowed down.

She knew this wasn't just a policy trial, but a crucial turning point in history. Ying Zheng's final statement signaled the dawn of a new era in Xianyang.

At that moment, Li Tingwei, the chief judge of the highest judicial body, stepped forward, frowned, and flipped through the "New Decree to Encourage Agriculture," muttering quietly, "If Your Majesty is like this, then... won't farming be delayed?"

Su Mohui glanced at him and brought him to the square outside the palace.

Countless people were gathered around the newly erected bronze notice board. A literate village head read out the notice: "On holidays, you can go to the Maritime Customs Office to exchange for East China Sea salt. Women in households will have priority in receiving oxen..."

Before he finished speaking, cheers broke out in the crowd. Several female household representatives with clothes embroidered with wheat ears, seeing Su Mohui and Li Tingwei in official uniforms appear here, immediately knelt down with red eyes to thank the emperor for his grace. They were the descendants of the Zhao woman who was rescued by Fusu that year.

...........

In the early summer of 210 BC, the afterglow of the Bohai Bay had not yet faded when the first giant ship equipped with a "keel anchor" emerged from the waves after countless trial runs.

Ying Zheng, draped in a black dragon robe, stood on the jagged rocks of Zhifu Island. His twelve-tasseled crown swayed gently in the sea breeze, his gaze hawk-like as he gazed out to sea in the distance. Su Mo stood beside him, her hair rising from her temples in the salty sea breeze.

"Your Majesty, please look." Su Mohui raised her hand to signal. In front of the two of them stood a modified iron anchor that was three people tall.

The dark anchor claws were engraved with complex runes, which were the evil-repelling curses she had secretly carved with her own divine power, but she claimed to the outside world that it was a lost metallurgy she learned in reincarnation.

"This anchor is forged using a composite forging method. Its claws are like the claws of a blue dragon, capable of digging deep into the seabed. No matter how strong the wind and waves, it remains as stable as Mount Tai."

"Very good." Ying Zheng praised her for a rare moment, then looked at the 50,000 soldiers behind him who were ready to go, the triangular crossbows hanging around their waists gleaming with a cold light.

"Come here, pass on my oral order and tell Meng Tian that one day later, I will lead all the soldiers to the east." He called the palace maid and gave the order, his eyes still fixed on the crossbows on the waists of the 50,000 soldiers.

The surface of the arrowhead is coated with tung oil shipped from Shu. This special waterproofing process allows the crossbow to maintain its accurate killing power even on the wet sea surface.

The next day.

In the distance, the coastline of Japan is faintly visible in the morning mist, as if it has not yet noticed the coming storm.

At Meng Tian's command, the Qin navy deployed like a formation of geese. Su Mohui stood on the command ship, watching as the first crossbow arrow fired by the archer pierced the air and accurately penetrated the Japanese watchtower.

Looking at the flying wood chips, she suddenly remembered the "Legend of the Divine Wind" she read in her third reincarnation - the mysterious power that was said to protect the Japanese island now seemed so pale and powerless under the raised sails of the Qin fleet.

At this moment, the so-called "divine wind" was nothing more than the sails raised by the Qin fleet, dyeing the rising sun blood red and slowly rising.

On the foremost ship, Ying Zheng personally tied the Black Bird battle flag to the mainmast. The scarlet brocade rustled, and the bird's beak pointed to the coral reefs along the coast of Wo Island.

The improved bronze anchor slammed into the water, and the twelve anchor chains were like dragons entering the sea, hitting the deck with a loud noise like a dragon's roar, startling thousands of seabirds.

"Fire the crossbows!" Meng Tian's order was transmitted to the entire fleet through the megaphone.

Then, five hundred improved crossbows were seen rotating at the same time. The streamlined three-edged crossbow arrows were equipped with tail fins polished from whale bones, emitting a cold blue light in the sunlight.

The first wave of arrows swept across the sea, and the ripples it stirred up formed silver lines. The watchtower, which was the first to be hit, was instantly shot into a hedgehog and crashed into the sea!

Ying Zheng stood atop the watchtower, Taia Sword leaning against his side, overlooking the enemy formation. On the beach, the Japanese natives, armed with bamboo spears and rattan shields, formed a loose and disorganized formation.

"The catapults will break the formation first, followed by the kerosene tanks!" The emperor's mouth curled up into a smile, but his voice was still as steady as a bell, and his eyes under the crown reflected the enemy formation that was about to be broken.

Five hundred catapults swung simultaneously, sending huge rocks wrapped in burning linen crashing onto the beach like meteorites, instantly shattering the wooden fences and igniting a blazing fire. Immediately afterwards, clay jars filled with fish oil exploded in the air, and the fire, fueled by the wind, turned the entire beach into a sea of ​​fire.

"Iron Eagle warriors, follow me to charge!" Ying Zheng gave the order, personally leading 3,000 elite soldiers aboard the assault boats. The carved black bird totem on the bow broke through the waves, and the synchronized sound of the oars was like a war drum as they rushed towards the enemy formation.

When they were twenty steps away from the beach, Ying Zheng jumped up first, and the Tai'a sword streaked across the sky like a meteor, and the two native leaders were beheaded at the same time.