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

Inside the Prime Minister's residence.

Wang Wan had just received news that Song Ye had recruited a large number of folk craftsmen today, and had even specially selected many skilled martial artists.

The group of old nobles from the Qin Dynasty sitting in the hall couldn't help but sneer inwardly after hearing this.

"Heh, as a newcomer to the court, with no one to rely on, I can only pick up these commoners from the bottom of society."

"This is just desperation; they'll use anyone they can find!"

"What can these street artisans and retired soldiers possibly accomplish? They're overestimating themselves!"

But after the mockery, they felt inexplicably choked up.

Everyone knows that Song Ye is now deeply trusted by His Majesty and is enjoying great popularity.

She had only been in Xianyang for a short time, so no one had yet offered to serve her.

Given time, talented and ambitious people from all over the world will surely flock to her tutelage.

The thought of Song Ye's future, with his many talented followers and growing power, made all the nobles present lose their smiles and their faces turn ugly.

Meanwhile, inside the Xianyang Palace.

Chunyu Yue had long lost his usual arrogance as a great Confucian scholar. He clung tightly to Fusu's sleeve, begging for mercy in a humble manner.

"My lord! I beg you to save me!"

"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong! I was truly just acting rashly today! If Song hadn't been so insistent and refused to back down, how could I have acted so rashly..."

He cried and complained, while distorting the truth and constantly shirking responsibility.

In the end, he even invoked the bond between teacher and student, resorting to moral blackmail: "Young master, I am your mentor! A teacher for a day is a father for life! You absolutely cannot watch your teacher suffer after being sent away!"

Fusu looked down at the old man in front of him, who was weeping bitterly and whose face was contorted with grief.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered what Song Ye had said to him that morning.

Fusu finally realized that his teacher, whom he had respected for so long, who spoke of benevolence and righteousness and cared for the common people, was ultimately just reluctant to give up the power in his hands and the peaceful and noble life in Xianyang.

He was afraid of suffering in a remote area and of losing his status, so he made all sorts of excuses and prevarications.

Fusu felt a chill in his heart.

If even the most virtuous and righteous scholars of our time cannot be selfless and serve the people, and their minds are filled with selfish interests and lust for power, then this is a serious matter.

In the imperial court, among the group of Confucian scholars behind the doctor who spouted the doctrines of sages, how many of them truly cared for the common people?

How many people, under the guise of benevolence and righteousness, are merely greedy for power and comfort?

In an instant, years of faith collapsed and shattered.

Looking at Chunyu Yue's pleading face, Fusu slowly curled a desolate and cold smile, his voice calm and undisturbed: "Teacher, you should pack your things and prepare to set off today."

After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand and forcefully shook off Chunyu Yue's hand, which was tightly gripping his sleeve.

No more lingering feelings, no more softening of heart.

With a flick of his sleeve, Fusu turned and strode away, leaving Chunyu Yue standing there, stunned and filled with despair.

How did things come to this?

At first, he just wanted to get revenge on Song Ye for what happened on the Sky Curtain.

How did we end up like this!

...

Meanwhile, the backyard of the Song residence became lively.

Empress Lü, Lü Xu, Xiao He, Cao Can, Fan Kuai, and a group of officials from Pei County all changed into neat uniforms and stood in a row.

The eight instructors, following Song Ye's orders, showed no mercy and trained everyone to the highest military standards, pushing the training intensity to the limit, essentially pushing them to their limits.

Fortunately, Song Ye's main courtyard was spacious enough to accommodate more than twenty people for training.

Before long, the wails and screams from the backyard echoed throughout the entire mansion.

Xiao He and his group of civil officials, who usually only used their brains and not their bodies, were so exhausted from the training that their legs went weak and their hands trembled. They complained incessantly, and their screams were almost nonstop.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Meanwhile, Song Ye, listening to the screams outside from his study, calmly assigned daily tasks to his family members in Pei County.

Liu Taigong, Liu Mu, and the elders and relatives of Xiao He and Cao Can were all assigned to be in charge of the household's meals, just like the elderly people in a modern company cafeteria, specifically responsible for cooking and preparing three meals a day for the people working and training in the household.

As for the children in the manor, they will all study together for the time being.

Song also plans to hire a reliable teacher to teach these children basic literacy and reading.

Upon hearing this, Xiao He's wife was both surprised and delighted, and was so excited that she immediately wanted to kowtow to Song Ye to express her gratitude.

"Thank you so much, sir! Thank you so much, sir!"

Song quickly stopped her.

Consulting a scholar was already part of her plan.

In the past, conditions were limited in Peixian County, and there was no way to send the children to school. Now that we are in Xianyang, we have the conditions and resources, so we can't let these children suffer any longer.

Moreover, she didn't just teach Xiao He's children. Later, when Cao Shi gave birth to Liu Fei, and other people in Pei County got married and had children, they could all come in and study together.

Thinking of this, Song couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

We really should thank the First Emperor.

If it weren't for this grand mansion bestowed upon us, with its many courtyards, rooms, and open spaces, it simply wouldn't be able to accommodate so many people.

The layout is exactly like a modern large-scale employee dormitory.

Those who have started a family have their own small courtyard.

Unmarried girls lived together in one courtyard.

Everyone's food, lodging, work, martial arts training, and daily life were all arranged in a very clear manner.

The martial arts training has been completed.

But the matter of reading books was giving Song a bit of a headache.

She sighed silently to herself.

I wonder when Comrade Zhang Liang will return?

If Zhang Liang were here...

After much deliberation, Song decided to temporarily postpone the matter of starting the reading program.

There's no rush.

Anyway, fists are always tougher than a scholar's words, right?

The most practical approach is to first train everyone's physique and skills so that they can protect themselves and contribute their strength.

Cultural education can be developed gradually.

Finally, there's the job arrangement for Mr. and Mrs. Lü, the former father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Sitting in front of Song Ye, Lu Gong was filled with anxiety, wondering what kind of task his former son-in-law, Lord Song, would assign him.

Looking at his shrewd old face, Song slowly offered a suggestion: "Why don't you two go into business?"

No matter how high her salary was, it wouldn't be enough to support the Song family, which had dozens of members.

Relying solely on a fixed salary will eventually lead to financial ruin; one must find a way to make a living and earn extra money, otherwise, the whole family will eventually eat one's way out of poverty.

so...

Song Ye simply waved his hand and decided to support Mr. and Mrs. Lü in their business ventures.

Lu Gong was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then his eyes suddenly lit up with an amazing light.

He started his business from scratch, spending half his life wandering the streets and dealing with commerce. He knows the tricks of making money better than anyone else in the world.

Although he brought a very large fortune with him to Xianyang to support Song Ye and was not short of money, who would complain about having too much silver?

It just so happens that the First Emperor had previously bestowed upon Song Ye several street-front shops in the central urban area of ​​Xianyang. The shops were in excellent locations with a high volume of people, and now it was the perfect opportunity to entrust them to Lü Gong for full management and operation.

At fifty-four years old, it's the perfect age to strive and work hard!

What's the point of not going out and making a name for yourself?

Song thought so too.

Finally, Mr. and Mrs. Lü, holding the shop deed, happily took their leave.

They haven't even started yet, but the two elders can already imagine making a big splash in Xianyang!

At this point, apart from the children and pregnant women, everyone in the Song household was bustling about with excitement.