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

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

The First Emperor acted with extreme speed; the edict to hunt down Zhang Liang spread throughout the country in an instant, and notices were posted in towns large and small.

At the street corner of a small town.

The people crowded around the notice board, chattering excitedly.

"My God! His Majesty has issued a decree for the entire realm to hunt down Zhang Liang! He must be found alive or dead!"

"I heard that Lord Song has been pleading for these remnants, but unfortunately His Majesty won't listen at all!"

"Tsk tsk, Lord Song is too kind-hearted."

"You wouldn't believe it! My distant relative's cousin's nephew's child works in the palace, and he said that Lord Song was severely reprimanded by His Majesty for speaking up for Zhang Liang!"

"Heavenly Bodhisattva, it's not worth it for Lord Song to implicate himself for the sake of a traitorous remnant..."

The common people chimed in, each offering their own opinion, as if it were the real thing.

In the far corner of the crowd, a figure dressed in disguise and wrapped up tightly stood still—it was Zhang Liang, who was fleeing in all directions.

Hearing these words, the man's eyes flashed, and he felt a mix of emotions.

Just then, the patrolling officers saw a group of people gathered there and immediately came over with their knives, ready to check each person against the portrait.

Zhang Liang's heart tightened, and without saying a word, he turned tail and ran!

Upon seeing this, several soldiers immediately pretended to chase after them.

The acting was solid, but the movements were exaggerated.

One of the young soldiers ran incredibly fast, his eyes gleaming, charging forward more fiercely than anyone else, as if he were truly determined to make a name for himself by capturing someone.

The next second, the leader grabbed the back of his collar.

The leader, speechless, grabbed him by the back of his collar and said urgently, "Why are you running so fast? Do you really want to catch him?"

The soldier scratched the back of his head, looking embarrassed and apologetic: "Oh, boss! I'm so sorry! I got so into it running that I almost forgot we were acting!"

Upon hearing this, the leader rolled his eyes: "Be more careful next time, don't actually catch them."

Otherwise, wouldn't all their acting have been for nothing?

The soldier nodded repeatedly, "I've got it, I've got it!"

A group of people slowly and symbolically chased after the enemy for two steps, then stood still and pretended to lose them.

the other side.

Zhang Liang ran for his life, squeezing into a secluded corner of a deserted alley. He pressed his body tightly against the wall, holding his breath and hiding for a long time.

He breathed a long sigh of relief only after confirming that there was no trace of pursuers behind him; his back was covered in sweat.

As I calmed down, the people's comments echoed in my ears again and again.

Zhang Liang frowned, never expecting that Song Ye would risk offending the First Emperor to plead for him repeatedly.

it is true?

Or is it just a rumor circulating among the people?

Isn't she afraid of jeopardizing her future and being rejected by the tyrant?

For some reason, Zhang Liang felt a complex and awkward feeling.

The two had worked together for a long time and had excellent chemistry; they were partners who had stood shoulder to shoulder together.

He felt a mix of guilt, emotion, and even a touch of sadness.

But Zhang Liang was completely unaware of this.

From beginning to end, this was all a huge dog-walking trap that Song Ye had specially set up for him.

What I want is to make him soften his heart, feel guilty, and be in a state of mental turmoil, so that he will obediently step by step fall into her rhythm.

Song Ye (Smiling): There is no obligation not to train dogs!

...

Song House.

The instructors were ruthless; it was pure military-style, grueling training.

Running laps, practicing horse stance, and training basic moves without slacking off.

The entire backyard was filled with wails and cries of agony, creating a lively scene.

The most tragic one was definitely Xiao He.

He was a clerk who spent his days sitting at his desk, calculating accounts, and was usually very polite even when walking a few steps. He had never suffered like this before.

After only half an hour of practice, Xiao He was completely exhausted. His legs were as weak as noodles, he couldn't stand up, he was sweating profusely, and he couldn't straighten his back.

Others can hold a horse stance for a while, but he only needs to hold it for a couple of seconds before he starts swaying wildly, bobbing from side to side like a blade of grass in the wind. His face turns pale, and he's breathing more heavily than if he'd run ten miles.

"No... I can't hold on... I really can't hold on..." he muttered to himself, swaying as if he were about to collapse on the spot.

Liu Bang was in no better shape; he was grimacing from exhaustion, his arms ached, and he wore a pained expression the whole time, as if he were being tortured.

Fan Kuai, however, was incredibly excited, getting more and more carried away with his practice. His energy was ridiculously high, and he learned the movements incredibly quickly. He would occasionally turn around and laugh at his two unfortunate buddies: "Are you two even up to par?! Are young people this weak in stamina?"

Xiao He was so angry that he didn't even have the strength to speak, and all he wanted to do was lie down and give up.

Lu Xu looked miserable the whole time, her face was flushed from exhaustion, her legs were trembling, and she was filled with regret.

Ughhhhh, why did I have to be dragged down with my older sister just because she got on this pirate ship?!

In contrast, Lü Zhi gritted her teeth and persevered. Although her movements were not perfect, she never complained of being tired, and her eyes became more and more determined with each practice.

The instructors watched the group of inexperienced and clumsy novices with expressionless faces, strictly enforcing their orders. They corrected what needed correcting, punished what needed punishing, showing no sympathy whatsoever.

Finally, it's time to rest!

As soon as the drill ended, everyone disregarded their decorum and collapsed onto the ground in the courtyard, creating a chaotic and comical scene.

Xiao He was completely exhausted from training; he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand to wipe his sweat.

Liu Bang wasn't in much better shape either. His back ached, and he slumped to the side, closing his eyes to rest, too exhausted to say a word.

Just as everyone was relaxing and slacking off, Song returned from outside.

These past few days, she hasn't had time to manage the training in the manor at all; she's been spending all her time in the workshop, wholeheartedly working on the research and development of papermaking techniques.

At first, the imperial artisans in the palace were quite unhappy when they learned that Song was also going to involve a group of folk artisans in papermaking.

They considered themselves court artisans with top-notch skills and looked down on folk artisans from the common people. They felt that Song's arrangement was a disrespect for their abilities and a deliberate attempt to have outsiders interfere with the royal work.

After several days of working together and with Song constantly mediating and giving guidance, the barriers between the two sides gradually disappeared.

Court artisans were meticulous and skilled in regulations, while folk artisans were imaginative and experienced, each possessing their own unique techniques.

By learning from each other, everyone's progress has accelerated significantly.

In addition, everyone knew that once papermaking was successful, it would benefit the world, which was a tremendous good thing, so no one dared to be perfunctory or negligent.

After a while, the two teams got along well and cooperated exceptionally well.

Song was thinking about the workshop the whole way. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he saw this magnificent scene in front of him.

The entire backyard was covered with people, some slumped, some lying down, and some leaning against the wall, looking utterly miserable as if they had been severely tortured.

Song raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on her face, and said, "Is it really that exaggerated?"

Liu Bang, who had just caught his breath, instantly flew into a rage upon hearing this. He propped himself up from the ground and sat up, his face full of indignation: "Boss! Of course you don't think it's an exaggeration! You didn't have to go through that hellish training yourself. It's easy for you to talk, you're just being sarcastic!"

The others nodded in agreement, all exhausted and listless, their expressions full of accusation.

Song chuckled softly upon hearing this, her tone tinged with a hint of arrogance: "I am truly skilled in both literature and martial arts, okay?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she abruptly changed the subject, deliberately teasing them: "But if you're not convinced, it's simple. Whoever can beat me will be exempt from training! You'll never have to suffer again!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present's eyes lit up instantly!

No more training! No more being tortured to death!

Liu Bang instantly regained his strength, all his previous fatigue vanished, and he was eager to try his skills.

In his eyes, Boss Song looked thin and refined, so how powerful could he be?

He immediately shouted and charged forward with a roar.

The result was less than a minute.

"Bang—!"

Heavy thuds echoed one after another.

One clean and decisive over-the-shoulder throw after another.

Liu Bang, Zhou Bo, Lu Wan, and their group, who were just brimming with confidence, were easily knocked to the ground one by one without even touching Song Ye's clothes.

A group of burly men were thrown around, their buttocks aching, lying on the ground grimacing.

His arrogance and confidence from just now were instantly shattered into nothingness.

Xiao He wipes his sweat: Luckily, I have self-awareness.

Lü Zhi: A bunch of idiots.

Cao Shen: I agree.

In his previous life, Song Ye was a genuine black belt in Taekwondo. Not only that, but he also spent several years in college diligently practicing traditional martial arts in the martial arts club.

She has never slacked off since she first encountered martial arts in her freshman year of college.

After graduating, she took the initiative to go to the grassroots level to help alleviate poverty. She has been working in remote and complex areas for many years. In order to be able to cope with sudden dangers and protect herself on her own, she trained even harder.

Self-defense techniques, close combat, etc., emphasize practicality and ruthlessness, rather than any fancy fancy moves.

Liu Bang lay sprawled on the ground, looking utterly dejected.

Song stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the defeated people scattered on the ground, his mockery full of sarcasm: "A bunch of overconfident noobs."

Everyone: "..."

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never underestimate the poor, whether young, middle-aged, or old!

Just as they were questioning the meaning of life, the sky above suddenly changed.

Strange celestial phenomena have descended upon the world once more.

Hello babies, we meet again~