The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

As time passed, after a few days, thanks to the efforts of Xiao He and others, Xianyang City gradually recovered.

After the war, the streets became lively again and people gradually appeared in the market.

On this day, as the sun was setting, two figures appeared on the tall city wall, standing on the top of the city.

One is strong and the other is thin,

The screen zooms in,

It was Fusu who left the palace and Meng Tian who accompanied him.

Fusu stood on the top of the city wall, overlooking the entire city. He coughed twice, looked at the people coming and going, and a smile appeared on his face. He turned to Meng Tian beside him and said, "General, all this is thanks to you. You have turned the tide and saved the foundation of the Qin Dynasty."

Meng Tian quickly bowed and said, "Your Highness, you are too kind. This is the duty of a minister like me, and this is not entirely my achievement."

Fusu nodded slightly. In his heart, he had full trust in Meng Tian and never felt suspicious or wary of him because his achievements surpassed his master.

He gently patted Meng Tian's shoulder and said with a smile, "General, I have seen your loyalty and bravery. Now that the Qin Empire is devastated, we still need to rely on you for reconstruction."

A flicker of emotion flashed across Meng Tian's eyes. He straightened his body and replied solemnly, "Your Highness, rest assured. I will do my utmost to assist you in rebuilding the Qin Dynasty."

A breeze blew, and Fusu coughed twice again.

Meng Tian quickly said, "Your Highness, the wind is strong on the top of the city wall, let's go down."

His tone was full of concern, and he reached out for Fusu's arm. Fusu waved his hand, "It's okay, I'll take another look at Xianyang City."

On the city wall, the figures of Fusu and Meng Tian appeared particularly tall in the afterglow of the setting sun.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the distance of the city wall.

Meng Tian frowned and said cautiously, "Your Highness, please wait here for a moment. I will go and check it out."

After saying that, Meng Tian quickly ran towards the commotion under the city wall.

After a while, Meng Tian hurried back with a soldier.

The soldier immediately knelt down and reported when he saw Fusu: "Your Highness, there was a conflict between three or five refugees and merchants. They were starving and wanted to steal food."

Fusu's face darkened, his heart filled with worry, "This post-war refugee problem must be resolved as soon as possible."

Meng Tian thought for a moment and said, "Your Highness, Xiao He has already organized the opening of the granaries to distribute grain. However, there are many refugees, and some of them are lazy and unwilling to participate in the reconstruction work. They are just idle."

Fusu nodded gently. "It seems that simply opening the granaries and releasing grain isn't enough." His gaze drifted into the distance, as if he could see the plight of the refugees. "We need to give them jobs and hope."

Meng Tian's eyes lit up. "Your Highness is absolutely right. We can also establish a corresponding reward and punishment mechanism. For those who actively cooperate with the court, we can give certain rewards. For those who are idle, they can be punished with forced labor or exiled to the border to build the Great Wall."

Fusu praised him and said, "Excellent! This will not only solve the livelihood problems of the refugees, but also speed up the reconstruction of the Qin Empire. Let's do as the General says."

After saying this, Fusu coughed a few more times. Meng Tian said worriedly, "Your Highness, you should return to the palace early to recuperate. I will take care of these matters."

Fusu looked at Meng Tian, ​​his eyes full of trust, "Then I'll have to trouble you, General."

Afterwards, accompanied by Meng Tian, ​​Fusu slowly walked down the city wall.

Inadvertently, Meng Tian noticed that there seemed to be a trace of blood on Fusu's sleeve.

Meng Tian was also filled with sadness...

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The sky gradually darkened, and the dim lights in Xianyang City seemed to be a glimmer of hope for the Qin Dynasty's recovery from the war.

On the other side, Chunyu Yue’s mansion.

Chunyu Yue sat in the study with a frown on his face. The teacup in his hand was steaming, but it did nothing to dispel the worries in his heart.

In the court today, he knew very well that Fusu's decision took all parties into consideration and divided the titles and lands.

However, even so, the court was still dominated by Meng Tian, ​​Meng Yi, Li Feng and others, the Legalist and Military Strategists' thoughts were still the mainstream, and Confucianism had little chance of coming to the fore.

"If this continues, what will happen to my Confucianism?" he murmured to himself, his voice full of helplessness and anxiety.

At this time, the servant came to report: "Master, Fu Sheng, Shu Sun Tong, Zhou Chang, Lu Ao and other doctors are waiting outside the gate to see you."

When Chunyu Yue heard this, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he quickly said, "Please invite them in."

After a while, several doctors came in one after another.

The steps of these people seemed a little heavy, as if they were also carrying the future of Confucianism on their shoulders.

Chunyu Yue stood up, walked forward, and shook hands with everyone. After exchanging pleasantries, everyone took their seats.

Chunyu Yue glanced at everyone present and said with a worried look on his face, "You all have witnessed His Highness Fusu's decision in the court today. I'm afraid the Confucian School will have a hard time making a breakthrough. Do you have any good suggestions?"

Fu Sheng stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said, "Now that the Meng brothers, Li Feng, and others are quite powerful in the court, if our Confucianism wants to rise, we must find another way. Why not recruit disciples, spread Confucianism, and wait for the right time to make progress."

Shusun Tong also nodded in agreement: "This plan is feasible. We can also write books and spread the Confucian philosophy of governing a country so that more people can understand our doctrine."

Zhou Chang frowned and said, "But now the court is implementing the county system, which conflicts with the ideas of Confucianists like us. What should we do?"

Lu Ao smiled mysteriously: "We can start from the people, establish folk schools, win the support of the people first, and then slowly influence the court."

After hearing this, everyone thought this plan was great and expressed their agreement.

A glimmer of hope appeared on the faces of several people, as if they saw the dawn of the rise of Confucianism.

Chunyu Yue's eyes slowly swept across everyone's faces. His heart, heavy with worry, seemed to find some comfort in their eyes, and his mood eased a little.

He took a deep breath and finally spoke, "Everyone, no matter how difficult the road ahead may be, I am determined to advise Your Highness once again in court tomorrow and do my best."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him stood up, their eyes full of respect, and shouted in unison: "Your Excellency's trip is truly noble and upright!"

Afterwards, several people sat together and began to discuss in detail the strategy for tomorrow's court session.

Chunyu Yue sat in the first seat, his pen flying across the paper, recording every feasible option.

The people around were talking in low voices, and from time to time someone put forward his own views and suggestions. The scene was very lively.

However, they may not know that what Meng Yi and others rejected was not the Confucian idea of ​​benevolent government.

Rather, it is these Confucian PhDs who talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality all day long but never truly understand their essence.

These people have almost no knowledge of grains and livestock. They are lazy and cannot tell the difference between grains, but they think they can govern this complicated world with just their clever mouths.

This idea is really ridiculous.