Give them a little funny shock

Chapter 643 737 Angry Doraemon (IV)
"Forcibly building a secondary capital in a city that is not suitable for it is a waste of money and manpower. In order to quickly make Fengyang have a sufficient population, a large number of immigrants were transferred from other places and land was allocated to them." In the Qianqing Palace, Doraemon looked at Zhu Di sitting on the dragon throne and said lightly:

"But what's the result?"

"In the sixth year of Hongwu, he ordered Jiang Wen to move his people to Zhongli Prefecture, a total of 8,238 households, with a total of 39,349 people. In the seventh year of Hongwu, 140,000 people from Jiangnan were moved to Zhongdu."

"It would be fine if it was voluntary, but is it voluntary?" Doraemon stopped here and asked Zhu Di.

Zhu Di naturally couldn't answer this question, or rather, he didn't care about this kind of thing at all. After all, in the eyes of this wise and capable monarch, isn't this how the people are used?
Of course, Zhu Di was still better than his father, at least not as extreme as his father.

Doraemon also didn't care whether Zhu Di responded or not, and continued: "In the spring of the eighth year of Hongwu, there was an imperial decree to send the poor and landless people to Fengyang, Zhongdu, to be taken care of. The people who sent them did not follow the right way, and they were all shackled and looked at each other with resentment. Only the one you sent away walked away without a care. You should warn your son to understand the good intentions of the emperor and not to sacrifice righteousness for personal gain. You are capable in dealing with things, and many of them are like this."

"This is from a record on an epitaph." Doraemon said, "It was mentioned in the epitaph of a person named Wu Jike during the Hongwu period. This Wu was from Lanxi in Jiangnan."

"Of course, since they are immigrants, if we want to attract people to come here, then we obviously have to give them some benefits." Doraemon laughed, a cold laugh, "Just like the 'land distribution' I mentioned before, but didn't explain in detail."

"You should still remember the imperial edict your father issued to the people of Fengyang in order to attract immigrants."

[Fengyang is actually my hometown, and my mausoleum is located there. In the past, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty was born in Feng County and was the head of Pei County. After he gained control of the country, he exempted the people of Feng and Pei counties from paying grain taxes.

Now the people of Fengyang and Linhuai counties, though not from my township, are the same as the people of Zhongli. I started from Linhao to save my township.

Fengyang Prefecture is blessed to be my father and mother official, and those old people were born in my land, and will never be taxed. Every day, we drink and eat, and when the season comes, we buy good incense and burn it, offer it to heaven and earth, form a righteous society, and follow the village drinking ceremony. 】

"How great is that? Right? No taxation forever." Doraemon sat down on the ground and took out a can of alcoholic drink from his bag. It was just a drink with a little alcohol, like rice wine.

After all, Nobita's mother would not allow an "underage robot" like Doraemon to drink alcohol, but a drink like rice wine would not be a problem.

"Of course, your father is obviously not really that kind and loving, so his so-called tax exemption is actually exempting the indigenous population of [those old people born on my land] from taxes and labor service, but not including later immigrants."

"The best fields are given to the army and rewarded for their meritorious service. The average fields are taken by the locals and tenants, and only the poor fields are left, so that the registered people can farm them."

"What the immigrants found were all rugged hills and rocks, with soil and rocks mixed together, no streams or valleys, and no mountains, forests, swamps or swamps."

"These are all your father's magnanimous policies, right?" Doraemon glanced at Zhu Di. The latter still didn't speak, but it could be seen that his face was not very good.

"At that time, the best land in Fengyang had been occupied by nobles, and the locals of Fengyang occupied the medium-sized land. The immigrants mostly obtained the low-yield land left over by the people."

At this time, when Doraemon was about to continue speaking, another person took over Doraemon's words. Doraemon looked at the owner of the voice, and it was the Vulture who had come here at some point.

“Witch…Witch!!!!! Puff——!!”

When the eagle appeared here, Zhu Di's emotions became extremely excited. His face flushed and he shouted at the eagle:
"I trusted you so much, I even planned to marry you, but you, ahhhh!!! Cough...Puff! Why, why!!!??"

"Why!!?? You want to betray me!?!?"

“Why——!!!”

The voice was so piercing that it was touching. "Because you are not who I thought you were."

Lingjiu said calmly.

She came to Doraemon's side and sat on the ground with him. After watching Doraemon drinking silently and "drinking to drown his sorrows", she looked at Zhu Di again:
"What I want is not an emperor who rides on the heads of the common people and abuses his power so that his kingdom can last for thousands or even millions of years."

"In the beginning, when I first met you, I did have a fantasy. I fantasized that you might be a Holy Lord, and I would assist you and make you the greatest Holy Lord in this land."

"At the same time, I can also fulfill my long-cherished wish."

"But I was wrong."

Lingjiu looked at Zhu Di, who was like a dried corpse. Zhu Di was extremely excited and opened his red lips slightly:
"I couldn't have been more wrong."

"You are no different from the emperors of the past, and your father."

"You are just an emperor, and I don't need an emperor like you."

"I'm disappointed in you."

The eagle sighed.

"Later, I changed my mind and began to wonder whether it would be possible to build a society like the ancient Yao and Shun era, where the emperor is not inherited by blood, but based on personal character and ability."

"For quite a long time, I have been working towards this goal, because I think this may be the best system for the people of the world.

It is also the most suitable for the society I envision, where humans and demons can coexist peacefully. "

"Until later." At this point, Lingjiu looked at Doraemon, "It wasn't that long ago, actually."

She looked at Doraemon and said, "I met him, Venerable Doraemon, and Venerable Wuyun."

"At that time, the knowledge they brought with them, and their vision for the world and the country, made me realize that..."

"This is what I want, this is... what I have been pursuing but have never been able to figure out."

"It turns out... the emperor or something like that doesn't need to exist, and shouldn't exist."

"It is a profession that is destined to be swept into the dustbin of history as the times change and society progresses."

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"Ah sneeze!!!"

The Galactic Empire, the Imperial Palace, the current Emperor of the Empire, the former Galactic Empire Fighting God Wu Wudi who was born in the Earth Empire, suddenly sneezed on the throne.

(End of this chapter)