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

The echoes of "Long live the people!" lingered for a long time, while the deathly silence was suffocating.

The civil and military officials looked at each other, some of them slightly moving their lips, but hurriedly swallowed back the doubts that were about to come out.

Throughout history, only monarchs and emperors have been honored with the title "Long Live the Emperor." How could the common people, who toiled and were ignorant, be worthy of such respect?

Most of these officials came from powerful families. In their conventional understanding, ordinary people were born to be subservient, paying taxes, performing corvée labor, and working obediently, and were only fit to submit to orders.

The words "Long live the Emperor" had nothing to do with them from beginning to end, but the sky alone bestowed this praise upon all the people of the world.

An elderly minister slammed his sleeves down, his voice barely audible, his expression full of disdain: "Utterly absurd and ridiculous!"

Several people around him nodded in agreement, not daring to loudly refute the celestial phenomenon, but their eyes held contempt and incomprehension.

Only the First Emperor and his ministers seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier.

He completely ignored the whispers behind him.

Upon first hearing the words "Long live the people," I was deeply moved, but I quickly put aside my doubts.

The line in the sky, "The Qin Dynasty should have perished after only two generations," is the true warning: only when oppressive taxes and levies lead to the people's suffering and desperation will a dynasty collapse.

This is the fundamental reason for the survival of the nation.

This central idea of ​​prioritizing the people was consistent with that of the eldest son, Fusu...

The most important task at hand is to find this virtuous minister, Song Ye.

Only this person could reverse the fate of the Qin Dynasty's demise.

As for the astonishing and unconventional statement "Long live the people," it must be the work of a genius with unique insights, and it doesn't matter if his words are outrageous.

What he sought was a talent capable of bringing peace and stability to the country, not someone who would force the other party to follow old ways.

Ying Zheng turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the assembled officials with their varied expressions, and uttered two words in a deep voice: "Descend the mountain immediately."

...

A thousand miles away, within the county government.

Xiao He repeatedly murmured the four words "Long live the people," pondering them carefully over and over again.

It turns out that in the heart of this legendary female prime minister, all the people under heaven were the most worthy of respect.

The reactions of the people varied.

For ordinary people, the four words "Long live the people" are far more straightforward and simple than a long list of achievements and titles.

But precisely because it is so easy to understand, it makes everyone uneasy.

In the countryside, an old farmer knelt on the edge of a field, his voice trembling so much it was almost incoherent: "Long...long live? Do we farmers covered in mud deserve the title of 'long live'?"

After he finished speaking, no one in the surrounding village responded; they were all bewildered.

Having lived most of their lives, all they knew was that "Long Live the Emperor" was a title reserved exclusively for emperors, a high honor that ordinary people could never reach in their entire lives.

How can they, who face the loess soil and till the land, bear these three words?

His virtue is not commensurate with his position.

A man squatted by the edge of the field, his head in his hands, and said in a muffled voice, "I haven't accomplished anything great, so why should I be called 'Long Live the Emperor'? I've spent my whole life tending a few acres of barren land, without achieving anything of note."

The older woman beside her whispered, "But wasn't that Prime Minister Song in the sky originally just one of us, an ordinary farmer?"

These words fell on the crowd, and no one dared to respond, yet they pierced deep into everyone's hearts, lingering there repeatedly.

In the market streets and alleys, people gathered in groups, discussing the matter in hushed tones.

"Are we truly worthy of being called 'Long Live the Emperor'?"

"What the celestial phenomena say should not be false."

"But we haven't repaired any canals, nor have we accomplished anything. What credit could we possibly have?"

"Every year there is a bumper harvest, and we deliver our grain on time. When the court conscripts labor, we rush to various places to build roads, dig canals, and construct cities. It is because we support all the officials in the court that others have the spare energy to develop water conservancy projects."

"What the woman in the sky said must be the truth."

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.

Everyone couldn't help but recall the past: cartloads of grain delivered to the official granaries, countless days and nights spent performing corvée labor in the fields. The winding irrigation canals flowed with their sweat, the wide roads were marked with their footprints, and the towering city walls were built with the stones they had carried by hand.

All great achievements in the world are founded on the countless nameless people.

A woman stood on the outskirts of the crowd, murmuring softly, "When Prime Minister Song said 'Long live the people,' did he mean that our lives have value, and that we're not just wasting our time?"

Many people silently lowered their heads and nodded slightly.

"In all my years, this is the first time someone has clearly told me that we peasants are also useful."

There was no clamor or cheering across the land, no one shouted loudly.

Only a warm emotion slowly grew in the silence, like melting snow in spring, spreading little by little upwards along the cracks in the frozen soil.

This is the first time in their lives that millions of ordinary people have truly felt their own value.

For the first time, I realized that living is not just about paying taxes, serving in the military, and enduring a long and miserable old age.

They are an indispensable part of the nation, and deserve respect and praise.

[The life of Song Ye, the female prime minister, was filled with like-minded confidantes who accompanied her along the way, a powerful woman behind her success who was her wife, a close friend with whom she had a bitter feud, and countless rivals and enemies who went down in history, yet she never suffered a defeat.]

[Having traversed the imperial court, he returns to claim the title of the most powerful minister, MVP.]

This life was undoubtedly magnificent and extraordinary.

[Next time, I'll choose the topic that received the most votes from fans to discuss in detail. See you then!]

He finished speaking before anyone could react.

The strange celestial phenomenon that suddenly appeared then suddenly disappeared.

They came in a hurry, and they left in a hurry.

"???"

Wait, there's too much information.

Song Ye: "?"

wife?

What does it mean to be the woman behind a success?

Aren't you a woman? Where did this wife come from?

You damned Sky Curtain, you better explain yourself!

This is so easy to misunderstand, okay?!

the other side.

Qin Shi Huang fell into a rare silence.

Could this beloved minister, whom I've never met before, be someone who has a penchant for women...?

Um...

Well, it's not unacceptable.

As long as you don't betray your country, you can like whatever you want.

Song Ye: "..."

The civil and military officials, on the other hand, looked completely bewildered.

They understand both like-minded confidants and bitter enemies.

But... what the heck is this "wife" behind the success?!

Forgive these old fogies, but they really find it puzzling.

...

Fengxiang.

"What are you spacing out for?"

Liu Ji's expression turned unusually serious as he turned to Lu Wan: "I just figured something out. I've discovered that I have a deep connection with the female prime minister on that night screen."

Lu Wan was taken aback: "What kind of fate?"

"Think about it," Liu Ji said, counting on his fingers, "Her surname is Song, and mine is Liu. Both of our names have the grass radical on top, doesn't that mean we're fundamentally the same kind of people?"

"Can you even distinguish the shapes of characters before you start spouting nonsense?"

"Whether she can read or not is not important. The most important thing is that, like me, she is attracted to women."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wan nearly choked on her saliva, coughing twice in succession: "W-where did you get the idea that she likes women?"

"The heavens clearly stated that she had a wife to accompany her throughout her life! Doesn't that mean she married a woman?" Liu Ji slapped his thigh suddenly, looking as if it were perfectly reasonable, his tone full of the excitement of finding a kindred spirit.

"I always said that a fondness for women transcends social status; even the greatest female prime minister in history was like that, so it's perfectly normal for me, Liu Ji, to have a preference for women!"

Lu Wan wanted to criticize him, saying that a village head who drank wine on credit every day could not be compared with a prime minister who was in charge of a country.

But seeing Liu Ji's self-righteous appearance, she didn't know where to refute him.

Fan Kuai, who was standing nearby, heard the whole conversation and said seriously, "She's a wife who was married through proper channels and will spend her life with her. You're spying on a widow all day long. How can that be the same thing?"

"Why is it different?"

After hesitating for a long time, Lu Wan finally managed to squeeze out, "How could you have the nerve to say such a thing?"

Liu Ji glanced at him and chuckled twice: "What's the use of face?"