Poverty Alleviation in Qin: A Sky-High Review of "I Am the Female Prime Minister of All Time&qu

The dazzling golden light faded, replaced by rippling waves.

In an instant, vivid and recurring scenes emerge amidst the flowing light and shadow, no longer frozen handwriting or illusory images, but rather a series of real and flowing life stories.

In the paddy fields, a slender figure stood with his trousers rolled up to his knees, half of his calves covered in muddy grime. He held tender green rice seedlings in his hands and methodically planted them into the soil.

Under the scorching sun, beads of sweat rolled down his chin, hitting the dry, cracked earth, where they were instantly absorbed.

[In the past, no one cared about the poor scholar's name; today, the prominent and wealthy are known by all.]

The scene suddenly shifts.

In the dimly lit office, an oil lamp flickered weakly, and the familiar figure was still working at the desk, with piles of bamboo slips stacked up beside him.

She buried herself in her work until dawn, without taking a single moment's rest.

In the next frame, the scene shifts to a majestic hall.

He wore a bright red official robe, and his long hair was securely tied up with a jade hairpin.

The man who once toiled in the fields now stands at the forefront of the civil and military officials, his back straight as a pine tree, his expression calm and serene, facing the emperor in high rank, his words composed and neither humble nor arrogant.

Not a single official in the palace dared to look her in the eye.

The screen keeps rotating:

On the construction site of the irrigation canal, she carried a shovel and walked in front of all the laborers, taking the lead.

Beside the porridge distribution tent, she knelt down and personally picked up the porridge bowl to feed the elderly disaster victims.

Inside the study, she gently held the hand of the student from a poor family, patiently teaching him to read and write, stroke by stroke.

On her deathbed, her hair completely white, she still clutched a scroll of memorials she hadn't finished reviewing...

In every frame, the main character is the same person.

As the years pass and circumstances change, clothing may be plain or luxurious, but the spirit that permeates the garments remains unchanged.

The melodious singing drifted slowly down from the heavens, its tune long and graceful, carrying with it a layer of vicissitudes accumulated over a thousand years.

Even if you can't understand the lyrics, the melodious tune and vivid memories can penetrate deep into your heart, making your chest feel tight and sore.

[In the morning, a humble farmer toiling away; by evening, a prince ascending to the throne.]

[Even daughters of kings and generals should strive to be strong.]

[After ten years of hardship, she went unnoticed; in one fell swoop, she became famous.]

The sky shifts and unfolds, revealing the complete life of a legendary female prime minister: starting from the muddy countryside, she gradually ascends to the imperial court, her black hair turning white with age.

At this moment, the First Emperor truly understood what it meant to rise from humble beginnings to become a female prime minister.

The lyrics were adapted into operatic singing style.

I offered my heart to the bright moon, but alas, the moon only shines on the gutter...

"In the morning a peasant, in the evening an emperor." Ying Zheng murmured these words to himself, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly.

It wasn't exactly a smile, but rather a mixture of countless emotions and immense relief.

Fortunately, this extraordinary talent, who cared deeply for the common people, was born within the territory of the unified Qin Dynasty.

Li Si stood among his ministers, looking up at the screen, his hands clenched tightly in his wide sleeves, his knuckles turning bluish-white.

Others admired his benevolence and were amazed by his unparalleled achievements, but he alone felt a deep sense of crisis.

Without any connections or ties to powerful families, he rose from a lowly clerk to the top of the official ranks solely based on his solid achievements in governance.

If this person were alive today, and served in the same court as him... he dared not delve into the rest of the speculation.

The sky repeatedly pointed out that she was a woman, but Li Si's eyes were not concerned with gender; he only saw a huge variable that could shake the entire court structure.

Behind him, Zhao Gao shrank to the back of the crowd, his fawning smile long gone, staring intently at the figure in red robes, his eyes filled with a deep gloom.

In his preconceived notion, women should not be involved in officialdom, let alone wield supreme power, which completely contradicts common sense.

However, the sky clearly revealed that this person not only held the position of prime minister but was also the teacher of five emperors, and was revered by all generations.

Such people must not be allowed to live.

But then he remembered what Tianmu had said about her living to the age of 120 and having a peaceful and happy life. Zhao Gao clenched his teeth in anger, feeling resentful with nowhere to vent his frustration.

Why? Why does she have the right to do this?!

As the music ended, the sky suddenly fell silent.

Just when everyone thought it was over, the screen lit up again.

The first thing that catches the eye is a woman wearing short sleeves, sitting upright in the center of the sky, with a bookshelf full of books in the background.

Hello everyone, this is Sweetie telling history.

[In the following time, I will delve into the institutional reforms of the Qin Dynasty, explaining the power struggles and intrigues behind them, and reviewing the life of Song Ye, a female prime minister in Chinese history.]

Being a subject is both a status and a profession.

In the ancient Chinese political system, the minister played a very important role.

The majority of people hold a heroic view of history, believing that history is created by emperors, generals, famous scholars, and a few great figures. The rise and fall of dynasties depends solely on monarchs, wise ministers, and ruthless heroes, while the common people are merely passive, obedient, and insignificant supporting characters.

Is not it?

This was the first thought of all the officials.

Standing in the crowd, Li Si understood what the woman meant by "heroic historical perspective," which referred to the Qin court and people like them.

The emperor is above, the ministers are below, and the common people are at the very bottom.

The rise and fall of a nation is the business of wise rulers, virtuous ministers, and famous generals; what can ordinary people do?

They only know how to farm, pay taxes, perform corvée labor, and obey the law.

Forever ignorant and foolish.

But the next moment, Tianmu's words caught everyone off guard.

[In contrast, what is the people's historical perspective?]

This was the first time this legendary female prime minister had stood at the center of the historical stage and loudly proclaimed, "Long live the people!"

The people are the creators of history!

The fundamental drivers and true creators of history are the broadest masses of the people!

The laborers are farmers, artisans, ordinary soldiers, and the common people. Heroes can only succeed by responding to the needs of the people; they cannot change history by detaching themselves from the masses.

What, then, is history?

History is the history of people; it is closely related to human nature, actions, and psychological factors. This is especially true of those officials who occupied social resources and central positions on the political stage; their character traits and psychological qualities had a profound impact on the occurrence and development of history.

[This is precisely why, after each major historical event, people around the world tirelessly investigate what factors were at play behind it.]

People constantly pursue reforms, improvements, and development in political, economic, and social systems.

[As for Song Ye, a minister born under a unified system, she set a good example for history and countless subsequent ministers, and laid a significant foundation for the "people's view of history" in the Qin Dynasty.]

[History or what?]

History is a record of the people creating material wealth and spiritual culture. The people are the decisive force in social change and dynastic shifts; the role of outstanding individuals is secondary and dependent.

The root cause of dynastic collapse and widespread chaos is always the unbearable oppression of the people, burdened by heavy taxes, forced labor, and famine.

The fundamental reason why Qin Er Shi almost perished was that the Qin Dynasty relentlessly imposed corvée labor and exorbitant taxes, exploiting the people to the point that the lower classes could not survive. This led to the legendary female prime minister Song Ye standing up and shouting: "Long live the people!"

First Emperor: "?"

The entire court of officials was bewildered.

Countless ordinary people across the land were left bewildered: "???"

What do you mean, "long live"? Are they still half asleep and hallucinating?