Sky Curtain: My Great Qin must have an aircraft carrier!

"What immense power would it have taken to build such a high wall?"

Ying Zheng stared blankly at the massive dam spanning the river in the sky.

The size of a water conservancy project, in a sense, represents the strength of a nation.

He once oversaw the construction of the Lingqu Canal to open up a grain route for the southern expedition, mobilizing tens of thousands of laborers and spending several years to carve through the mountains.

This move was unprecedented and was enough to terrify the people of the six former states.

Compared to this massive dam that suppresses the Yellow River, the Lingqu Canal is like an anthill in the Kunlun Mountains.

Ying Zheng asked himself, even if the entire Qin Dynasty were to mobilize its resources, it would be difficult to build even a fraction of that massive dam.

Is the so-called new China truly this powerful?

Inside the Jiangdu Palace, Yang Guang greedily took in every image on the sky.

It's spectacular.

A true man is born between heaven and earth and should establish unparalleled achievements!

He boasted of his unparalleled martial arts skills, but compared to the monumental achievement of building this dam, he paled in comparison.

If I could build such a project, how could I not be remembered for generations to come and be praised for eternity?

Yang Guang became increasingly restless as he looked around, and stood up from his armchair, pacing back and forth in the hall.

The Sui Dynasty had a large population, abundant resources, and the best craftsmen in the land.

He wants to build a grand canal that is unprecedented and will never be repeated, so that dragon boats can travel all the way from Daxing to Jiangdu!

Yang Guang had this idea long ago, but it was suppressed by the senior officials in the court, who said it would be a waste of resources and manpower and that the time was not right.

Now that the heavens have proven that building a mega-project is entirely feasible, Yang Guang can certainly do it too!

"Yuwen Kai, where are the blueprints for the Grand Canal? Bring them to me!"

Yuwen Kai looked somewhat bewildered when he heard himself called: "Your Majesty, wasn't the court discussion previously put on hold?"

"If I tell you to take it, then take it."

Yang Guang's tone left no room for negotiation: "If the new China can dam the Yellow River, why can't I dig a canal?"

Yuwen Kai opened his mouth, but swallowed the words that were about to come out.

What could he say?

The new China is a dynasty that is many years in the future, and its national strength and technology are far ahead of the Sui Dynasty.

Given the current state of the Sui Dynasty, forcing the construction of the Grand Canal would likely cause serious damage.

But seeing Yang Guang's fanatical appearance, Yuwen Kai could only bow his head and accept the order.

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Inside the Fengtian Hall, after the initial shock, Zhu Yuanzhang's face darkened.

As an emperor who came from a peasant background, he knew best the suffering of the common people.

Terraced fields can be built, silt-retaining dams can be built, and it doesn't require much manpower or money. Old Zhu was quite impressed.

But what the hell is this dam?

Building bridges and paving roads already requires exploiting the people; how many farmers would need to be conscripted for such a massive project? How much of the people's hard-earned money would be wasted?

"When the Yellow River floods, dredging is the solution; why build walls to block the river? How many families will be driven to their deaths by this?"

"Are the leaders of this new China completely brainwashed?"

"The abuse of manpower has reached this point; aren't you afraid of forcing out a Chen Sheng and Wu Guang to skin them alive?"

Zhu Yuanzhang gritted his teeth; he hated this kind of bureaucratic behavior the most, who completely disregarded the lives of ordinary people in order to highlight their achievements.

If he catches the official in charge of this project, he'll skin him alive!

Chongqing, Huangshan Official Residence.

Jiang Guangtou slumped onto the leather sofa, looking at the majestic dam, and felt a chill run down his spine for no reason.

Ever since the ending of the TV series "Sky Screen" was revealed, he felt physically uncomfortable even looking at it.

This episode is specifically about the Yellow River.

He knew perfectly well how many civilians drowned when he ordered the Huayuankou Pass to be blown up in order to stop the Japanese invaders.

Now, the heavens are displaying the achievements of the new China in harnessing the Yellow River to the whole world.

While others are building dams to store water, you are blowing up dikes and flooding your fields.

Others make the Yellow River clear, but you make it devour people.

No one needs to summarize it; everyone in the world with eyes can see it clearly.

Every achievement of the new China is a slap in the face to Chiang Kai-shek.

"Damn it, take it down!"

Jiang Guangtou gripped the iron cup so tightly it creaked. "Bring the anti-aircraft guns! Shoot this damn thing down!"

The chief guard and the generals remained silent, none daring to step forward to dissuade them.

That thing is hanging in the sky, how could any cannon possibly hit it?

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Lu Li lay on the bed, watching the spectacular scene of Xiaolangdi water and sand regulation, and got goosebumps all over his body.

Men seem to have an innate and irresistible fascination with mega-structures.

That kind of struggle between human power and nature, and the heroic spirit of transforming the world, is enough to make any man's blood boil.

Lu Li became more and more excited as he read on, and couldn't wait to open the comments section.

(Where are the saints? I only see millions of working people. Long live the working people!)

(A tribute to those unsung tree planters; without them, there would be no clear Yellow River today.)

(Without a strong national power, these things simply cannot be accomplished. In ancient times, people couldn't even get enough to eat, so who cared about environmental damage?)

(It's been less than a century, but it feels like a completely different world.)

(A contribution that benefits the present and future generations)

In the fields, an old farmer with a hunched back put down his hoe.

"Long live the working people?"

The old farmer kept repeating these words, looking somewhat dazed.

Does "working people" refer to people like him?

Facing the loess soil with their backs to the sky, they toil all day for three meals a day, living like ants in the ground.

Does such a person deserve to live ten thousand years?

But the sky said that there were no saints, only millions of working people.

They even bestowed upon them the highest title, one that only the emperor could use.

The farmers felt something churning in their chests, and their eyes inexplicably welled up with tears.

There was a moment of silence in the crowd, and then someone started clapping.

The applause grew louder and louder, eventually merging into a single burst.

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Zhu Yuanzhang, who was originally feeling sorry for the people's hard work, was struck dumb when he saw this sentence.

After a brief moment of shock came a furious outburst.

"Bullshit! Utter nonsense! This is utterly contrary to the natural order!"

"Didn't the governments of later dynasties have any authority to regulate this? How could they utter such disrespectful and ungrateful words!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened, and he crumpled the Xuan paper containing the celestial scroll into a ball and slammed it to the ground.

Is "Long Live the Emperor" something that can be used casually? It's a symbol of imperial power, reserved exclusively for the Son of Heaven!

Why put "Long Live the Emperor" on the head of a peasant? What's the point of that? Are they planning a rebellion?

Today they shout "Long live the Emperor!", tomorrow they'll dare to shout "Down with the tyrannical ruler!", and the day after tomorrow they'll be carrying knives into the palace.

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was extremely ruthless: "Issue an imperial decree: Anyone in the world who dares to discuss this matter recklessly, or spread such traitorous remarks, shall be executed by slow slicing, and their entire family shall be exterminated!"

Zhu Biao knelt on the ground, looking at his father, who was furious, and then at the resounding comment.

For some reason, he felt a strange fear.

The most terrifying aspect of this statement is that it shattered the supreme authority of the emperor and bestowed the title of "Long Live the Emperor" upon the people.

If everyone wanted to live forever, wouldn't the world be in great chaos?

However, it is absolutely unacceptable to use this as a pretext to commit mass killings.

Seeing his father's rage, Zhu Biao immediately clasped his hands and bowed, "Father, please calm your anger. I believe that we should not wage war because of this."

"These words from the heavens are heretical doctrines of later generations; what do they have to do with our Great Ming Dynasty?"

"If it is explicitly prohibited, it will only arouse the curiosity of ignorant people."

Upon hearing his eldest son's words, Zhu Yuanzhang narrowed his eyes, and his anger gradually subsided.

I was so angry just now that I forgot what public opinion is like.

The more you forbid it, the more mysterious and curious the people become, and the more they want to know.

There are countless opinions in the world; surely we can't kill everyone in the world?

Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the wad of Xuan paper from the ground, slowly unfolded it in his palm, and then slowly clenched it again.

"Forget it, let's just pretend we didn't hear it."

"But it's not that I'm afraid of those rebels from later generations, it's just that I'm too lazy to lower myself to their level."

The air in the hall began to circulate again, and the eunuchs secretly rejoiced that they had escaped with their lives.

Zhu Biao breathed a sigh of relief, but his mind was still replaying those words in his mind.

He certainly sympathized with the suffering of the people, but he could not tolerate the emperor's reign being in the hands of the common people.

How could later dynasties allow this statement to be openly spread?

Is it confidence, or genuine agreement?