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

Xiang Liang wasn't the only one who thought the same way.

Under the eaves of the county court, Zhang Liang stood beside Song Ye, looking up at the sky.

On the screen, Tian Tian was walking away from the rolled-up diary. She stopped in front of the next display case, bent down to look at it, then straightened up and smiled at the camera: "[This is Song Xiang's work plan for De'an County over the next three years when he first arrived.]"

As he spoke, he stepped aside slightly so that the camera could capture the roll of yellowed bamboo slips in the display case.

[The content covers farmland, composting, water conservancy, household registration, warehousing, and corvée labor arrangements, encompassing a fairly comprehensive range.]

[It's quite impressive that an 18-year-old county magistrate could write such a plan so soon after taking office.]

This also shows that Song is a very planned and strategic person, and he is also very pragmatic in building and executing businesses.

Zhang Liang's gaze fell on the roll of "De'an County Development Plan Route". He felt that the name looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.

He thought about it carefully, but still couldn't remember.

Song, standing to the side, silently wiped away his cold sweat.

It truly felt like walking on thin ice.

Above the sky, Tian Tian walked straight to the themed exhibition wall on the other side of the exhibition hall.

Old maps and landform reconstructions are hung on the walls in a staggered pattern. Inside the display cases, pottery shards, broken pieces, and rusted farm tools are quietly displayed, bearing the marks of time.

[What we just saw was the planning and execution; now let's look at the practical implementation.]

[Song Ye governed De'an County for three years, a period neither long nor short, but he reshaped the county.]

Golden light swirled, and neatly arranged characters suddenly appeared in the sky:

[In his first year in office, cases of theft and fighting among ordinary people entering and leaving their homes were reduced by half.]

In the second year, the roads were repaired and the bridges were reopened. Grain from outside the city could be brought in, and firewood and charcoal from the mountains could be traded.

During the busy farming season, people in the fields taught the art of composting. By the time the autumn harvest was over, every household had full granaries and a surplus year after year.

In the third year, an additional thousand acres of irrigated farmland were added, capable of being irrigated during droughts and drained during floods...

Her sweet voice was flat and calm, like a true record written in the annals of history, repeatedly verified, objective, conclusive, and irrefutable.

In just three years, De'an County transformed from an impoverished county that consistently suffered deficits and relied on government subsidies into the first self-sufficient county in the region, requiring no government funding. The people had surplus grain in their granaries, merchants traveled frequently through the markets, and households had surplus savings.

There's no need for deliberate praise, nor for excessive sentimentality.

The achievements of wading through the mud and revitalizing the county in three years speak louder than a thousand words.

Beneath the vast sky, all was silent.

Everyone looked up at the light screen, where two parallel lines of time, separated by a thousand years, quietly intersected and overlapped.

After reading the county governance plan, Tian Tian didn't rush to the next display case. Instead, she leisurely toured the exhibition and casually stopped in front of a transparent display case.

Upon closer inspection, a yellowed bamboo scroll was displayed in the showcase.

The sign below reads: [Fragment of the Lü family letters, unearthed in De'an County.]

Sweetie bent down and took a look, then casually said to the camera: "[This is a family letter from Lü Shu, unearthed in 2008. The content is actually quite illegible, but based on a few individual characters, many netizens speculate that it may be premarital correspondence between Song Xiang and his wife, Lü.]"

I will discuss the story of Prime Minister Song and his wife, Lady Lü, in detail in a separate topic later.

Lu Zhi stood at the courtyard gate, her face seemingly unremarkable, but her gaze was fixed on the sign for the rolled-up family letter, lingering for several seconds.

Is this a coincidence...?

Coincidentally, the female prime minister in the story told by the heavens was surnamed Song, and her "wife" was also surnamed Lü.

But are there really that many coincidences in the world?

Empress Lü Zhi naturally did not believe it.

the other side.

Xiao He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and jokingly teased Song Ye beside him: "My lord, you and Prime Minister Song on this celestial canopy have quite a deep connection."

One of them was in Pei County, while the other had lived in De'an for a long time.

The world is vast, yet such bizarre coincidences occur.

Song Ye's lips twitched slightly, and he mumbled in response, "...Perhaps."

In the sky, Tian Tian had already walked to a smaller display case next door. Inside the case lay a fragment of an official document, its neat Qin seal script clearly legible.

[This exhibit is also quite interesting; it's a leave request from the Qin Dynasty. A low-ranking official in De'an County had a seriously ill elder in his family and submitted a request to return home to visit relatives. It was Song Ye who approved this document.]

This artifact was unearthed intact, with a clear date, dating back over two thousand years.

She paused, then casually dropped a bombshell: "Coincidentally, another world-shaking event occurred that year."

In the fourth year after unifying the country, the First Emperor made his second eastern tour. When his entourage reached Bolangsha, they were ambushed by assassins.

The words fell lightly, yet they stirred up ripples across the heavens and earth.

Before the Xianyang Palace, Ying Zheng's pupils narrowed.

"?"

The entire court was filled with shock and fell silent for a moment.

"???"

The former nobles of the six kingdoms, who had been hiding and observing, could not hide their excitement and secretly cheered: "What kind of hero is this, daring to assassinate a tyrant alone?!"

But Tian Tian showed no intention of going into detail, turning around and walking forward: "Let's go see the next artifact."

Seeing this, the ministers present were inwardly screaming: Wait! Why did you leave halfway through your story? Explain the whole story clearly!

Who exactly is behind this? Who is the mastermind?

Sweet girl, you'd better explain yourself clearly!

The eldest son, Fusu, took a hasty step forward, his expression extremely anxious: "Who is so audacious as to dare to ambush and assassinate Father Emperor during his eastern tour?!"

Did the assassin succeed? Was the Emperor injured?

I know nothing about these things.

When Ying Zheng saw his eldest son's worried expression, the anger that had surged in his heart upon hearing about the assassination slowly dissipated, replaced by a calm demeanor.

He knew perfectly well that those who wanted to take his life were none other than the remnants of the six kingdoms, hiding in the shadows and barely clinging to life.

Upon thinking of this, a chilling murderous intent flashed across the man's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

No problem. Now that he knows about this matter in advance thanks to the sky, he will have plenty of time in the future and will have his own way to clean up those hidden troubles one by one.

They're just rats in the gutter.

...

County government.

Zhang Liang stood behind Song Ye, his face expressionless, his gaze fixed on the sky, as if he were simply listening quietly.

But something flashed past in the depths of those eyes, like ripples spreading after a pebble is thrown into water, quickly returning to calm without leaving any trace.

When Zhang Liang heard the news of "the assassination attempt at Bolangsha," his first thought was: Tianmu has finally brought some news that isn't too bad.

Although we don't know who did it, they were able to take action against the tyrant on the way to the east.

Whoever it is, they deserve to silently say "good" in their hearts.

Did you succeed? You should have succeeded.

Zhang Liang thought expressionlessly.

Little did he know that the "hero" who threw the iron hammer at Bolangsha was himself.