The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Xianyang was exceptionally lively at the end of the month. Even though the various rules made people feel uncomfortable, there were no fights or brawls, the streets were clean and tidy, and small vendors set up their stalls uniformly on the side of the street.

Ying Ji arranged for some disabled veterans to work as security guards or urban management officers, specifically to manage street vendors.

Some elderly people living alone put on cleaning uniforms and walked around sweeping the streets, finally eliminating the area from being filled with donkey droppings.

Those who buy chicken, duck, fish, and meat should be brought to the secluded East Street for easier management and unified cleaning.

Although the streets were wide enough, carriages still frequently collided. In addition, everyone wanted to join in the fun, so the streets were crowded with people. Ying Ji set up flag posts at the street corners, which meant that there were people specifically assigned to manage the traffic, similar to the effect of traffic lights.

So on the day the development conference started, Xianyang was truly bustling with activity, with drums and gongs and a sea of ​​people.

The show begins with a sword dance, followed by a military dance (similar to the Proton Group dance), and then other dances.

The simple opening alone made countless people feel that the trip was worthwhile.

"Wow, I've lived this long and this is the first time I've ever seen anything like this. The things that important people like you see are really good."

"Who says otherwise? By the way, brother, are you thirsty? We have plum soup from Xianyang City, it's thirst-quenching and refreshing, would you like a cup?"

"My goodness, this woman is so beautiful, she can't compare to any of the girls in the village."

"This is for an important person to see; it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Let me take a closer look."

"Don't push, don't push, it's my stall, it's my stall!"

"This is the true spirit of the Qin people. Look at the soldiers, they are all tall and strong, and look at their round bellies, they must be well fed."

"What are you talking about? You see those old men who are missing an arm or have a limp? It was Wang Nu who said that she created a special position for them so that they could have a meal."

“I know, my brother-in-law had his hand cut off a few years ago. Before that, he was in a terrible state, not having enough to eat or wear. But now he’s doing very well. He even got married a few days ago. I don’t know if he’s still hiring. I’m thinking of sending my son to see him. Once he makes something of himself, he’ll be in high demand even if he comes back.”

"Wait, is this for real? Are the Qin people really that kind?"

"Where are you from? Your accent doesn't sound like you're from Xianyang."

"I'm a wandering knight. I've heard of some kind of development conference, but I've never heard of anything like it. I've come to join in the fun."

"Oh, oh, oh, then I'll have to explain it to you properly."

Dangdang

"The time has come. The first development conference of Xianyang City, Qin State, is about to begin. Everyone, please be quiet."

A man dressed in red was seen striking a gong, and the crowd gradually quieted down.

In the silence, Ying Zheng, dressed in black royal robes, walked to the main seat, followed closely by the elegant and noble Ying Ji. The two masters took their seats.

The others lined up in order and began the activity.

The four people who came up were a little hesitant when they saw so many people, but they each took a different position and showed off what they were researching.

Someone was standing nearby reciting the function of this item, and scores were given on the spot.

Not only were the people on stage engrossed in the show, but many members of the public also had their eyes opened.

Ying Ji was chatting with her younger brother at the head of the table: "A Zheng, what do you think? There are some talented people among the people under your rule."

Ying Zheng: "Sister, this is a disguised way of praising me. I do underestimate you. Some people make very practical farming tools. We can make a batch and distribute them to various counties. Some samples will be made by others."

Ying Ji gave a thumbs up: "Thumbs up for you."

Ying Zheng was already used to his elder sister occasionally saying things that were hard to understand: "I also give a thumbs up to my elder sister."

Ying Zheng smiled like a mouse that had stolen some sesame oil. Come on, it feels good to be praised by Qin Shi Huang, okay?

After sitting for 6 hours, Yingji felt her buttocks were numb, and it was finally over.

Han Fei selected one hundred capable commoners or people of low social status, and then presented the plaques to the victorious farmers.

When the prizes were distributed, everyone was shocked.

The grain was piled up like a mountain, and everyone's eyes gleamed as they watched the chosen person carry two sacks of grain, their smiles revealing their teeth.

Some people, wanting to show off, would carry grain from house to house.

This is even more exciting than gold and silver jewelry, since gold and silver will eventually run out, but food is a lifesaver.

The Mohists gathered on the second floor of the tavern.

Seeing that most of his disciples had been absorbed into the family, Elder Mo's usually stern face broke into a wide smile: "It seems that Master Danyang really likes the Mo family. It would be great if we could have more contact."

The middle-aged man opposite smiled and said, "Indeed, the Mohist school is weak. Although it has 100,000 disciples, there is no one who agrees with the Mohist school's ideas. I never thought that the first person to agree with the Mohist school would be a woman."

Master Mo disagreed: "So what if she's a woman? The Mohist school advocates universal love and non-aggression. Do you think women are inferior to men?"

The middle-aged man chuckled, "It's because this disciple is narrow-minded."

As Old Mo propped his head up, he thought about the woman on the high platform. She was bright, elegant, and had an extraordinary demeanor. She treated everyone around her with an unconscious sense of equality, without being arrogant or domineering. On the contrary, she was kind and polite. Suddenly, an idea struck him.

Not only the Mohists, but also the Agriculturalists.

These two families usually keep a low profile and participate even less in court affairs, so it is unbelievable that Liu, a mere farmer, was taken in as a guest minister.

The farmers were divided. One group believed that reforms should be implemented from the top down. They took the initiative to contact Old Liu and saw the fertilizer he made, which made them even more convinced that Lord Danyang was the person they were looking for.

However, because Ying Ji is a woman, no one wants to approach her.

During this time, Ying Ji and Mo Lao got together.

Coincidentally, Ying Ji was bored, so she put on some casual clothes and went out to play. Because there were many people, there were also many fun things to do, thanks to the efforts of the cleaners and city management officers.

Ying Ji was having a great time strolling around when she came across an old man on a bridge, staring down at the ground with a worried expression.

He leaned closer and asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

The old man pointed to his shoes with a pained expression: "My shoe fell off, little one, could you help me pick it up?"

Ying Ji felt that this scene was a bit premature, so she squatted down in front of the old man and stared intently at him.

Feeling embarrassed by the stare, Old Mo coughed heavily and began to wail, "Oh dear, this old man's health isn't good. These shoes were a gift from my wife, and they're the only pair I have."

Ying Ji waved her hand: "Old man, what's your name?"

Old Mo was puzzled as to why the child wasn't playing by the rules, but he still started wailing, "Why am I, an old man, so unlucky? My shoes, my shoes!"

Ying Ji noticed that the person didn't reveal their name, and wondered if it might be Taigong. But wasn't Taigong Zhang Liang's overpowered grandfather? How did she end up running into him?

However, she was no match for Zhang Liang. While Zhang Liang had to wait for others to pick up and put on his shoes, she didn't have the time or inclination for that. So she simply took the flowers and pots together.