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

Liu Bang was still chatting happily with someone, completely unaware of the person behind him.

He paused, then slowly turned his head, only when a shadow fell over him.

Eyes facing each other.

Song Ye said in a low voice, "Everyone else is busy, what are you doing here?"

Liu Bang immediately pretended to clutch his chest and stiffly changed the subject: "Boss! How come you walk so quietly? You almost scared me to death."

Song was too lazy to expose his little scheme, so she snorted coldly and didn't bother to look at him anymore.

Just then, the people queuing around her recognized her and greeted her warmly: "Lord Song has returned from court!"

"You've worked so hard, sir! It's been so difficult!"

"Thank you so much, sir, for giving us poor folks a way to survive. Otherwise, my whole family wouldn't know how we would live!"

The simple greetings that rose and fell were full of sincerity.

Song Ye showed no airs of an official, standing there smiling and chatting with the common people.

After chatting for a while, the people began to offer their advice:

"My lord, please go back to your residence and rest! Don't overexert yourself!"

"We've got guards outside, so you can go back and rest without worry!"

"You've worked hard all day, you need to rest well!"

Listening to everyone's heartwarming words of advice, Song Ye smiled slightly and calmly walked into the mansion.

Back inside, she changed out of her elaborate court robes and into casual everyday clothes. Instead of resting immediately, she went to her study to continue working.

The recruitment outside the mansion was not finished until noon.

Xiao He and Cao Can worked all morning, carefully screening, verifying, and registering, and finally compiled a complete list of craftsmen.

The two men, carrying the roster, came together to the study to request an audience.

Just then, Song finished what he was doing and looked up at the two of them.

"My lord, the candidates have all been finalized, and the list is here." Xiao He handed over the compiled list.

Song glanced at the list briefly, then closed it, stood up, and said, "Take me to see the people."

The two immediately led Song to the front yard.

All the selected craftsmen stood neatly in the courtyard, their postures tense, their hands and feet at a loss, their faces full of tension and anxiety, not daring to breathe loudly.

Most of them came from poor backgrounds and had never seen a noble person in the imperial court. They were filled with both anticipation and trepidation.

Seeing everyone's tense expressions, Song said in a particularly easygoing tone, "Don't be nervous, everyone. Now that we've chosen you, just focus on your work from now on."

She simply offered her benefits to reassure everyone: "Working for me means meals included, wages paid on time, and accommodation provided if you don't have a place to stay. The benefits are absolutely generous, and I won't mistreat any worker."

Upon hearing this, the craftsmen, who had been feeling uneasy, brightened up and their faces lit up with joy.

These days, having a job that provides food, drink, and pay is an incredible blessing for ordinary people like them.

Just as everyone was overjoyed, Song suddenly changed the subject, "However, I must say this first."

"Those who remain must serve loyally. Anyone who slacks off, cheats, or harbors disloyalty will face consequences that you cannot bear."

As soon as the words were spoken, the craftsmen felt a pang of anxiety and hurriedly rushed to express their loyalty.

"Don't worry, sir! We will definitely work hard and never slack off!"

"We are so grateful to have been taken in by you, sir, and given a way to live. We would never dare to have any disloyalty!"

"I'll dedicate my life to serving adults honestly and never do anything reckless!"

Each statement was sincere and resounding.

Once the scene quieted down, Song Ye's gaze swept across the entire courtyard. "Among you, who possesses martial arts skills? Step forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, eight middle-aged men stepped out of the line in unison.

These men were burly and had scars of varying depths on their faces and the backs of their hands. It was easy to tell at a glance that they must have been retired soldiers who had fought in the army.

After the war ended, they were discharged from the army and returned to their hometowns. Without military jobs, they could only make a living by doing odd jobs.

Hearing that the Song family was recruiting, they came together to sign up and earn a living.

Upon seeing this, Song immediately nodded and led the eight retired soldiers to the backyard.

She then sent word to summon all the people from Pei County who remained at the Song residence to gather in the backyard.

Before long, the backyard was filled with people.

Empress Lü, Xiao He, Cao Can, Fan Kuai, the two Lü brothers, and a group of minor officials from Pei County all lined up neatly and waited for instructions.

"From now on, you will be responsible for teaching these people martial arts every afternoon, and you must not slack off."

These words caused an uproar among everyone.

Fan Kuai pointed at himself in disbelief, his expression one of astonishment: "My lord! Am I supposed to practice with them too?"

Song Ye's gaze swept across the entire room, his tone crisp and decisive: "Yes, except for the elderly, the weak, women and children, there must be no discrimination."

Xiao He, feeling utterly hopeless: I feel like I'm doomed.

Lü Shizhi: +1

Then they saw Song look at them with the same eyes he would give dogs, his expression leaving no room for doubt: "I want you to be skilled in both literature and martial arts, at the very least you must be able to protect yourselves."

A scholar who lacks martial prowess is weak; a warrior who lacks literary talent is barbaric.

Courage without strategy leads to chaos; strategy without courage leads to cowardice.

Therefore, none of Song Ye's people should even think about specializing in one subject!

Lü Zhi stood in the crowd, a hint of anticipation on her face.

She has always been ambitious and unwilling to be mediocre. While others are afraid of hardship and fatigue, she is eager to learn more skills and improve her physical fitness so that she can have the ability to protect herself and make a living in the future.

On the other hand, her younger sister, Lü Xu, was secretly clutching the hem of her clothes, trying to comfort herself.

I shouldn't be counted, right?

I'm just a weak woman, I don't need to suffer like this...?

But just as this little thought popped into her head, Song Ye's light, airy voice rang out, like a devil's whisper, precisely shattering her fantasy: "I said, everyone present except the elderly, the weak, women, and children must practice."

Upon hearing this, Lü Xu looked utterly dejected.

Immediately afterwards, Song turned to the eight retired soldiers and, without a hint of joking, ordered, "Train without hesitation. Don't be lenient. Train them to the bone."

"I don't care about the process, I only care about the final result."

These words struck like a bolt from the blue, hitting the heads of everyone in Pei County hard.

"Huh? You want to train like crazy?"

"That's too cruel, my lord!" Liu Bang wailed.

Xiao He, Lü Shizhi, and the other civil officials had bitter expressions on their faces. The thought of the high-intensity martial arts training they would have to endure every day made their scalps tingle.

Although Fan Kuai loved martial arts, he couldn't help but shrink back when he heard "train to death".

Only Grandpa Lü and Grandma Lü, along with Grandpa Liu and his elderly and weak family members, who were standing in the corner, were extremely satisfied.

In their view, Lord Song was genuinely promoting his younger relatives and husband; his ability to manage affairs and defend himself was a truly good thing.

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Song Ye, the strictest mother of all: