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

Lu Wan looked up at the sky and muttered, "If an ordinary person went there, wouldn't they be devoured by those old foxes until there's nothing left?"

The feudalists, the Legalists, the military generals, and the eunuchs—none of them were easy to deal with.

Liu Ji squinted, his usual smirk gone: "So, this Prime Minister Song is no ordinary person."

"What kind of innocent little rabbit could a woman who could fight these people to the very end and still live to be 120 with a smile on her face?"

Lu Wan didn't respond, but she genuinely agreed.

"Do you think our Lord Song might also be listed among the successful candidates in later generations?"

Fan Kuai thought for a moment and nodded seriously: "Such a good official should be recorded. After she came, the lives of the people here have indeed improved."

Lu Wan, however, was not as certain as Fan Kuai: "The one on the sky is a name that will be remembered in history, the greatest of all time. If anyone else wants to compare with her, they probably can't even catch a shadow of her."

He did not deny Magistrate Song's good governance, but Song Ye's achievements were too dazzling. It was already a great opportunity to witness one in this lifetime, and he dared not hope that there would be someone equally capable by his side.

After Lu Wan finished speaking, she herself felt a little strange.

Why would someone subconsciously compare Lord Song of Pei County with the legendary Song Prime Minister in the sky?

The two men were thousands of miles apart, but they happened to share the same surname, were both county heads, and both cared about the people's livelihood.

But the series of coincidences piled up together, which made it difficult for him to calm down.

So the question arises: will Song, who has yet to show his talent, join the feudal faction or side with the centralized faction?

To side with the feudal faction would mean returning to the old era, repeating the path of warlordism and renewed warfare.

Having sided with the authoritarian faction and witnessed firsthand the exploitation of the common people by the Qin legal system at its extreme, one can probably guess Song Ye's choice.

[It has become a force of its own, the fifth force.]

In the gaps between power shifts and legal changes, Song also chose to stand on the side most easily forgotten.

[Upholding the principles of "pragmatism" and taking "people-centeredness" as its core.]

At the beginning of the story, powerful officials and nobles like Li Si did not take this county magistrate and his group of minor officials from a remote prefecture seriously.

In the end, a group of lowly officials from humble backgrounds rose to become kings and generals, becoming countless legendary figures.

After saying that, Tian Tian didn't linger on the topic. She turned around and walked to the other side of the exhibition hall to introduce the next exhibit.

But beneath the sky, these final words were like a stone falling into water, the ripples spreading outwards in circles, covering many thoughts that had just been swirling within.

Especially Li Si and the others, their expressions were not very good at this moment.

He hadn't even met Song Ye yet, but he had already made a mental note of her.

He feared that those words were reminding him of something, or confirming something, but he was unwilling to admit it at the moment.

Behind them, many people's expressions had changed.

The amount of information contained in Tianmu's words was so great that they didn't react for a long time.

Okay, let's look at this item.

...

County government.

Song narrowed his eyes after hearing this.

It seems that in my future timeline, I will also directly seize Liu Bang's rebel team.

However, people like Xiao He and Cao Shen were indeed very useful.

Although Liu Bang was destined never to conquer the world in this lifetime, it didn't matter.

I can also give the other party a bright future, it's just that... the capitalist becomes a wage earner.

Xiao He, standing beside him, was completely unaware of his "leader's" ulterior motives.

Inside the light screen, Tian Tian walked slowly along the exhibition hall walkway, where several artifacts unearthed in De'an County were displayed one after another: a broken pottery basin, a rusted iron plow, an ancient tile with blurred inscriptions, and several well-preserved daily-use pottery jars.

These artifacts, long buried by the dust of time, are now wiped clean and placed under the light for people to admire.

Sweetie gave a brief introduction to each artifact before turning and moving on to the next display case.

Under the canopy of the sky, ordinary people listened with exceptional concentration.

The words "De'an County" appeared repeatedly, and everyone was incredibly curious: Where exactly was this place? How were the local people doing? With a compassionate official like Song Xiang, the village must be living in peace and prosperity.

No one could answer the questions in their hearts, but the people remembered the place name firmly.

The fact that De'an County could produce a figure like Song Ye, along with a group of capable staff under her command, is enough to show that this place is a fertile ground for nurturing people.

Above the sky, Tian Tian had finished looking at the last artifact and didn't linger any longer, heading straight for the exit of the exhibition hall.

The camera moves through the long corridor and pushes open the door.

The sky outside was bright and clear, and a small sightseeing vehicle was parked at the entrance of the exhibition hall, used for transportation within the park.

The roadside is lined with lush trees, their dense foliage casting long, continuous shadows.

As the car rounded a bend, the view suddenly opened up, and a massive mausoleum came into view.

The vehicle stopped on the platform in front of the tomb, and the woman got out and stood there for a moment.

The tombstone before me was much larger than I had imagined. Its bluish-gray stone surface was polished smooth and clean, and seven bold characters were engraved on the body of the tombstone: "Tomb of Song Ye, the Eternal Female Prime Minister".

The characters are square and robust, with clear and crisp strokes.

Although the inscription appears to be from a relatively recent period, it seems to have stood for a thousand years, enduring the erosion of wind and rain, yet the surface of the stele remains intact, showing few signs of wear and tear.

The ground in front of the monument was covered with layers of colorful bouquets and offerings.

Some of the flowers were still fresh and tender, their petals gleaming softly in the sunlight.

Some of the flowers were already dry and brittle, half-hidden under the newly delivered bouquets, yet no one ever cleaned or removed them.

The camera remained frozen in that moment for a long time.

A moment later, Tian Tian looked up at the majestic mountain behind the tombstone. The green mountains stood silently, as if they had been guarding this place since ancient times, gazing at this land even before the tombstone.

The stone base is covered with dense inscriptions, arranged in layers, all of which are chronicles of the past. It seems that countless people spent countless days and nights meticulously carving each word and chisel, leaving no part of the past out.

The green hills and the stone tablet blend quietly together, solemn and serene.

A gentle breeze rustled through the grass and trees on the mountainside, causing the branches and leaves to sway softly before returning to stillness in an instant.

After a long silence, a sweet voice slowly rang out: "This is Song Ye's final resting place."

The inscription on the monument contains no empty praise, only commemorating concrete achievements.

Let me read it to you what's written on it.

The wind rustled through the mountains and forests, making the world seem even more serene.

Under the sky, everyone held their breath in unison, their eyes fixed on the bluish-gray stone tablet.