Chapter 76 The power of national enthusiasm is called dream!

The King of Qin reigned for more than thirty years, worked hard to govern the country, and after unifying the six kingdoms, he remained on the throne for more than ten years.

During these long years, he sent hundreds of thousands of people to travel across mountains and rivers every year just to find new crop seeds in order to change the food structure of the Qin Dynasty.

According to statistics, thousands of new species are discovered every year, and all of them are tried out regardless of whether they are edible or not.

However, despite all the efforts, no staple food that could replace millet and foxtail millet was found.

This feeling of powerlessness was particularly strong during the decades that he ruled the Qin Dynasty.

How many natural disasters have struck, and how many innocent people have died of hunger. As an emperor, this is undoubtedly the deepest pain in his heart.

Now, when he was troubled by this, someone told him that during the two months when he pretended to be dead, a magical grain with a yield of four to five thousand kilograms per mu appeared?

How does this make him believe?
Could it be a gift from the gods?

"What did you say? Four thousand five hundred catties per mu? Young man, do you know what grains are? Have you ever tilled the fields?"

The First Emperor widened his eyes, grabbed Sima Feng's arm tightly, and questioned.

Sima Feng was also stunned by the questioning of the First Emperor. He repeatedly looked at a corner of the table, then looked at the First Emperor, his eyelids twitching constantly.

"Sir, are you kidding me?"

"Who on earth are you, the hidden master, teasing me here?"

"I kindly told you this important secret concerning the fate of the country, but you damaged my personal belongings?"

According to Article 128 of the newly promulgated Daqin Law, those who intentionally damage other people's property will face detention or even fines.

Sima Feng showed no sign of intimidation and warned the First Emperor that he must compensate him for his table and mental loss, otherwise he would report him to the authorities and make him bear the consequences.

Although Ying Zheng was shocked by the shocking news, he could only pretend to be an ordinary citizen, Lao Zhao, and it was inconvenient for him to argue with the other party.

So he winked at his close confidant Dahei, indicating that he should handle the matter.

Dahei immediately stepped forward, smiling: "Little brother, don't be angry, look at how much this table is worth, we will compensate you at the original price."

Although Sima Feng was born into a noble family and did not care about the compensation at the moment, he felt aggrieved by the unfair treatment he received today and was unwilling to give up.

"Compensation is just a small matter. What's important is that he insulted my dignity!"

"Do you think you can settle everything with money? Do you think you can repay kindness with evil at will?"

Seeing this, Dahei found the key to resolving the conflict with his years of experience and first guided Sima Feng to empathize.

"Little brother, calm down and think about it. When you first heard this shocking news, what was your reaction?"

Sima Feng was stunned after hearing this. Indeed, this news was extremely shocking.

When I heard for the first time that there were crops that could produce up to 4,000 to 5,000 kilograms per mu, my jaw almost dropped.

It is not surprising that the old man is shocked at this moment. It can even be said that, to some extent, I am expecting to see such a reaction from him.

Otherwise, why would I take the risk of sharing such an important secret with him?
At this moment, I seemed to have some understanding of my father-in-law's mentality, but I still didn't give in.

"Even so, can you just smash my table?"

Seeing this, Dahei tried to mediate again: "So, this can be regarded as our Qi family's apology for the loss you unintentionally caused."

"I'm sure you can understand that actions taken under extreme shock are excusable."

"We will definitely compensate for the damaged tables, and if you feel unwell, we are also willing to take you to see a doctor."

Sima Feng's expression eased a lot, and he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, my table is not worth much money, you just need to be more careful in the future." "It's normal to lose your composure after hearing such shocking news. After all, not everyone can be like the Thirteenth Young Master, who can remain calm even when facing a catastrophe."

"Humph!"

Upon hearing this, the First Emperor glanced at him and thought to himself.

Am I worse than that rebellious son?

"Okay, since there's nothing else to do, you can each take a bushel of rice, sign and leave."

Even so, the First Emperor did not intend to give up. He had to get to the bottom of the important information about the new grain.

The First Emperor asked solemnly, "Young man, tell me where this news came from and whether it is true."

"Do you know what a yield of 4,000 to 5,000 kilograms per mu means?"

Sima Feng smiled contemptuously: "Old man, I have stated before that this is just a rumor. It is up to you to believe it or not."

"Besides, I will never admit that I said this before I leave this stage."

"If the government learns of the leak, it will lead to fatal consequences."

As he spoke, he gestured at his neck with his hand, indicating that this was a serious matter that could result in the loss of one's head.

The solemnity in Qin Shi Huang's eyes eased a little, it turned out that he was just bluffing.

Sima Feng noticed his change and sneered.

"Father, you must think this is fake, right?"

"Indeed, I have no solid evidence of its truth."

"But have you ever thought about this, are the people of Xianyang City all fools?"

"Why don't they even come to collect the free millet? Instead, they are scrambling to grab the manure. What are they busy with?"

When the First Emperor heard this, his heart trembled and his brows furrowed again. He turned his head and slowly scanned the street, and the figures of the hurried peasants appeared before his eyes one by one.

The young man who almost bumped into me in the morning, the old farmer who had no time to talk, and the pedestrian who only told me the location of the notice but didn't have time to chat in detail, it seemed as if everyone was busy racing against time.

The doubts in Ying Zheng's mind grew stronger.

In the past, Xianyang City served as the capital, and although the quality of its citizens was slightly higher than other places, it had never reached such a hasty stage.

It’s not that people are lazy, but in this era, there is really nothing to do.

There was limited land, limited hunting opportunities, and even fewer ways to make money.

Whether people have enough food and clothing depends entirely on fate.

However, today... everything seems different.

Qin Shihuang captured a new spirit and goal to strive for on every passerby's face.

As soon as he stepped onto the streets of Xianyang City, he noticed that the people today were very different from what he remembered.

In the past, people's lives were polarized. The aristocracy lived in debauchery and extravagance, while the common people lived in confusion like zombies.

However, today, they all seem to have a goal in mind, as if driven by an invisible force, walking hurriedly with a positive light in their eyes.

The First Emperor was confused and didn't know why. At that time, he had not yet realized that there was a power that could inspire the enthusiasm of the whole nation, called dreams.

(End of this chapter)