My son, Fusu, please abdicate the first emperor!

The birth of a new weapon not only shattered the old dreams of the nobles, but also blasted a path for the lower classes of the world, giving them a chance to live like human beings one day.

Live like a real person.

This world is so absurd, people are born with different statuses.

The sweet potatoes eaten by people in high positions are surprisingly more delicious than those eaten by people living in low positions.

Even the taste of sweet potatoes has changed. Everything has lost its authenticity. Then what is real in life?

Those hypocritical cognitions were the result of layers of oppression from the hateful aristocrats, forcing a mess of things to grow in people's heads.

So if we want to break these false cognitions and clear out the remnants of thoughts and junk cognitions passed down from generation to generation, we can only deal with them at the source.

To completely destroy the so-called aristocracy, the so-called destruction of the so-called aristocracy, is to break the nobles' superior existence.

If the nobles have money, then they have money, but they should earn their money legally and spend their money legally.

And if the worst happens and the nobles accumulate resources in unreasonable and illegal ways, should we still allow them to fabricate a bunch of messy and hypocritical things, fake benevolence and righteousness, promote morality, and use these things to control people's minds?
Do we still need these messy things like religion to fool people?
Why do you just rob others' things and then make up a set of hypocritical things to make others think that it is not robbery but that suffering a loss is a blessing.

Why, when someone hits you and is insulting you, do you deceive yourself by saying that it’s nothing and that there is no such thing as insult?
Why, if someone punches you and thinks that this is an insult to you, do you believe that someone punching you is really an insult to you?

why?
why?
Why do people make up a bunch of false things to deceive this and that, deceive the old and the young, deceive men and women?

If you can’t deceive all the people in your lifetime, just deceive the people in the next lifetime.

All the living people from generation to generation are deceived...

If in this world, bad guys are always right, bad guys always live like fish in water, and good guys are forced to do nothing but eat bitter food, then what is the meaning of the existence of this world? Is the meaning to allow evil to continue to breed, spread, and grow, and to allow good to be constantly suppressed?

Why?
What is unfair is not the way of heaven, but the way of man. Why curse the way of heaven?

Since humanity is unfair, why not find a new path to humanity?

It is necessary for something like explosives to be born into the world to kill those corrupt nobles, flatten the evil buildings, and shatter the hypocritical lies.

Fusu looked at the explosives, laughed wildly, looked up at the sky, danced with joy and said, "I knew that God was on my side. God always helps the righteous."

Chen Ping just looked at the emperor without saying a word.

He couldn't understand Qin II and what was in this man's mind.

Why, he can simplify words and at the same time, he knows how to invent such things.

Why does he choose to use such power to build when he clearly has the ability to destroy the world?

Chen Ping found it hard to imagine that if he had such weapons, he would probably use them to blow up the world.

However, Qin II had just obtained the explosives, and Chen Ping would not make such a guess about him.

Anyway, for some reason, Chen Ping believed that Qin II would never use this weapon to do anything bad.

Chen Ping looked at the blasting pit and felt inexplicably hot in his heart.

He knew that he was destined to go down in history with Qin II.

The eldest son, Shen, was naturally kind-hearted and extremely benevolent.

He originally looked at the huge deep pit with a mouth full of amazement, his eyes were as big as the big copper bells under the eaves of Xianyang Palace. Then he looked at the one-eyed official, and he could not control his emotions for a moment, and actually hugged the man and cried.

"How much suffering did you go through to make this thing?"

Everyone present was stunned.

The emperor looked at Prince Shen, wondering when he had slipped over.

Also playing with him were Crown Prince Yao and Princess Huan.

Children are at their most lively stage, especially boys, who are naughty and fight every day.

They seem to have endless power, and if they don't hit their enemies, they will become withered.

Gongzi Yao also looked at the one-eyed monster, feeling both admiration and fear.

The one-eyed official did not speak. He only had one eye, and if he shed tears, it would hurt his other blind eye.

His name is Huang Xuhua.

There was no expression of great excitement on his face. Since certain parts of his body had been touched, his facial nerves had been damaged, and even acupuncture could not cure it.

Huang Xuhua gently lifted up her skirt, revealing a wooden foot in front of everyone.

On his neck, the skin was tightly contracted together, wrinkled like a turtle's neck.

There are black and yellow spots on the back of my hand, and it doesn't look like a simple burn.

Everyone looked at Huang Xuhua, horror in their eyes.

This is the Xianyang Palace, a land of pleasure and a place of wealth.

The people living here enjoy the support of people all over the world, and they have never even seen a soldier retreating from the battlefield.

The generals who came to see them every day were all the ones who survived the battle. The ones who survived could come back to see the emperor, which meant they had made great contributions and could be promoted and given more titles, which naturally made them look very impressive.

Some people are dead and that's it. No matter how famous they were in the past, once they're dead, that's it.

People living in a well don’t know how big the world is.

The people living in the Xianyang Palace seemed to have nothing to do with the years of war, and they were unaware that there were people in the world suffering such physical pain.

So when the eunuchs and maids in the palace saw the scene before them, they were simply stunned.

Seeing this, the craftsmen after Huang Xu's incarnation looked at each other, and then each of them pulled open their clothes.

Their chests and legs were almost all covered with scars, burns, and blackening caused by explosives.

Everyone looked at this secret team that had been hidden for many years. Some had red eyes, some had trembling hands and feet, and some couldn't help sobbing softly.

But after today, their mission is not over yet, they still have to continue to develop those explosives.

Do the most dangerous things in order to preserve the interests of the empire and support the Qin II whom they trusted with their actions.

Before leaving, Huang Xuhua said to Qin II, "Your Majesty, next time we meet, I wonder if I can take off this blindfold?"

Huang Xuhua is old and he wants to retire.

He hoped that the emperor would show mercy and let him go home early. The so-called next meeting only meant that gunpowder and other gunpowder-related weapons could be successfully developed and put into mass production.

This was agreed upon by the Emperor and Huang Xuhua.

At the age of 30, he left home without telling his family and went to work. He worked hard for seven years. Considering the life span of ancient people at that stage, seven years was too long. He had missed his father's funeral, and now his mother was sick. He hoped that he could get away from those things as soon as possible and return home to fulfill his filial duties.

My brothers and sisters are scolding me, saying that I am not taking any responsibility at all.

In the past few years, my wife still supported me and spoke up for me, but as time went on, she began to blame me.

But he couldn't tell the truth to these people, so he could only write some vague and obscure letters back home, and at the same time send a lot of money back home every month to use the money to soothe his family's anxiety.

However, the Huang family has abundant material resources and is not short of money.

Huang Xuhua sent a large sum of money, and his family was worried that he would do something illegal; sometimes, they also felt that he was rich now and only needed to give them some money, so they gradually looked down on them.

If it were any other relative, they would have wanted someone like Huang Xuhua, who would just give them money and not have any in-depth dealings with them. In this day and age, money is the most important thing, what's the point of talking about feelings?

Huang Xuhua knows his family and understands them, which is why he feels very guilty.

It’s a pity that Huang Xuhua’s family doesn’t know him or understand him.

Huang Xuhua now urgently wants to return to his family, as he is afraid of causing regrets.

His eldest son has gotten married and his grandson has been born, but he actually missed these two major events.

As a father, this is really a shame.

However, Huang Xuhua asked Qin II in front of so many people, which made Qin II feel unhappy.

He doesn't like being plotted against or anything like that. Isn't it making things difficult for him to ask questions in public?

Every leader loves face, but if subordinates want to take advantage of this and let the leader satisfy their own desires, it will often violate taboos.

But if the Second Generation thinks about it carefully, he just wants to go home, it's not like he's just occupying a place without doing anything. Besides, he has paid so much for himself and it's been hard work.

It’s better not to make things difficult for yourself.

"Of course. Next time you come back, I will give you a large manor so that you can spend your old age with your family."

Huang Xuhua was so grateful that he burst into tears.

The princess was still young after all. She looked up at her one-eyed uncle and said, "When the time comes, when you take off your eye patch, will your eyes be healed as well?"

The princess' words silenced a large group of people.

Gongzi Yao looked at Princess Huan and was still stunned for a moment. He could not believe that Madam Xiong was such a cruel person, but her daughter was so kind-hearted.

The emperor watched Huang Xuhua leave.

To be honest, this scene was quite sentimental. Whenever Fusu looked at them, he always felt an inexplicable mixture of sadness and anger in his heart.

The sadness was because he knew that Huang had done something far beyond his ability, for which he had paid with an eye and a foot.

And the anger was because the emperor was powerless and there was nothing he could do to make the situation better.

The only way to cross the river was to grope in the dark by picking the stones in the water.

In fact, in this world, there is a small group of people who contribute to the world tirelessly and selflessly, and give to those irrelevant people. It is not out of great love. They know that not all people are worthy of love, and loving these people is of great significance.

That is to say, it is a bit ridiculous for these people to talk about love with strangers.

But they still did it.

It’s just because he knows very clearly that in this world, in the past, present and future, there is a group of people who choose to sacrifice themselves and help others in order to protect everyone.

Even so, they know that some people are not worth their efforts.

But they did it anyway.

On the earth, there are green mountains everywhere and loyal bones everywhere.

For them, if they live only for themselves, they would be sorry for those who have sacrificed for them but have no name.

They have no names, but this small group of people know their existence and who created their happiness.

The meaning of enduring hardships is that you understand what it feels like to suffer, and finally understand what kind of hardships those who have suffered for you and provided you with shelter have experienced in order to preserve your happiness.

In the past, there was a small group of people in this world who gave, and a large group of people accepted with peace of mind;

Now, the world is still like this, with only a small group of people making contributions, while a large group of people enjoy themselves with peace of mind and live their days in a daze.

The future will remain the same. A small group of people will make contributions, while a large group of people will live in a muddle-headed way and enjoy themselves with peace of mind.

But have those who enjoy it really lived? Have they really opened their eyes and seen the world?
And those who made great efforts and the countless people who died in obscurity, did they really die in obscurity?

Heaven and hell have already paved the way for these two groups of people.

There are two differences between people. One type of people burn themselves silently, trying to let the light in themselves illuminate the way for others. Burning yourself does not mean sacrificing yourself, but being a good person and infecting others with your behavior.

The other type of people are those who silently accept the enlightenment from others and silently feel the warmth from others.

The third type of people are not really human. They do not allow others to shine. The shining light scares them. Not only do they not allow people who need light to get close to the light, they also want those who can shine to die.

After delivering their results, during the Qingming Festival, these people walked on the newly grown moss under the drizzle, with their lame legs and thin bodies, got into a tightly covered car, bid farewell to their wives, children and parents in their hometown, and left home for a secret place to continue their work.

The streets of Xianyang city are still bustling even on rainy days.

The umbrella vendor shouted loudly, "Three cents. Three cents for an umbrella."

The person who bought the umbrella was very angry, "Usually it's one cent, why is it three cents today?"

"I'm doing business, not charity. If I don't sell at a high price on a rainy day, will I sell at a high price when the sun comes out?"

The person without an umbrella can only suffer in silence, because he knows that the cost of suing the officials is too high, so he just accepts it.

The world has always been like this anyway.

On the other side of the street, a couple were walking on their way. When they saw a mother holding her child in her arms in the rain, they gave their umbrella to the child.

The father who sold his children to buy porridge for himself knelt at the front door of a wealthy family, while at the back door, the parents who had earned money had already told their children to wait at the back door, gave them some money to live on, and asked them to honor their parents.

Ha——Parents? Filial piety?

In this world, some people are not human. Can parents still be parents? Is it really worth it to be filial to certain people? Are the people who help the tyrants to commit atrocities or are they the ministers?

The world has always been like this.

I don’t know why there is always endless rain and endless natural disasters from God. Is it because he sees too much every day and has accumulated too much anger and grievances?

However, the existence of people like Huang Xuhua has made it possible for China to remain forever despite the changing dynasties. (End of this chapter)