You became an emperor by letting me AFK.

Therefore, not being allowed to rest is a real problem, a result of pressure from multiple sources, leaving no choice but to work themselves to the bone.

The standard for death is simply death; it's simple and straightforward, isn't it?

Even if you report it, no one can say anything.

Therefore, not far from the temple construction site was a huge incinerator. The corpses of mere slaves could be cremated, and a few bricks could be burned out. Wasn't that making the best use of resources?

perfect.

Sun Shan worried more than once about a slave revolt, but in reality, their anger wasn't entirely directed at him; their primary target was someone else:

"If you work hard, you can become supervisors. Think it through."

Holding a whip, Sang declared arrogantly and loudly.

He was appointed foreman, and together with a group of oppressors, he oversaw thousands of slaves. All the laborers on the construction site were, to varying degrees, connected to him and under his jurisdiction shortly after taking office.

"Die, you traitor!"

"Betrayal? I simply chose a better future. You're the ones who misjudged me and are destined for hell, hahaha."

The insults weren't enough to anger Sang He, but he still ordered the overseer to beat the other man severely.

Challenges to authority must not be tolerated; a warning must be made.

"You're a despicable person."

"Without your betrayal, how could we have lost so quickly?"

Sang He roared in exasperation, "Idiots! If you keep holding out and cause the Great Qian to suffer even more casualties, then the High Priest will think there are too many rebellious slaves and will eliminate even more people. You will all die! A bunch of fools, beat them!"

clever.

Sun Shangao, who was listening from afar, glanced at the other party and guessed correctly. In fact, the temple's decision-making level had two plans from the beginning.

One of them is a solution that is already in use and has been a great success.

The other option is to avoid losses that are too great to control; too many elite troops have died, and there are still many barbarians with a strong will to resist. So what to do? The answer is simple.

Massacre.

Feng Tianyin would order the burial of the barbarian corpses scattered throughout the forest camps at the foot of the mountain, a lose-lose situation.

Excessive casualties could even anger the will of Heaven.

If you anger that person, it won't just be a matter of how many people are killed; you'll never have peace again.

"I'll fight you to the death."

Suddenly, a slave rushed past the overseer and pounced on Sanghe. Even though his hands and feet were shackled, it didn't stop him from throwing a punch, instantly breaking one of Sanghe's front teeth. The henchmen nearby naturally helped, which in turn attracted the help of other slaves, creating chaos.

The soldiers immediately went to maintain order and executed the resisters on the spot.

Sun Shan was too lazy to watch the second half of this farce. When he went to Feng Tianyin's office to receive his orders, he had talked about Sang He, who would soon be working with him.

The high priest had pronounced the fate of the traitor:

"This kind of person is a Dalit foreman, useful but not useful, suitable for sharing your hatred."

“He’s like a valve. If there’s too much accumulated hatred, I kill him to let everyone vent their anger. Otherwise, I let him do whatever he wants. You don’t need to report to me; you’re in charge of controlling the situation. What I want isn’t the casualty figures, it’s the temple.”

How ironic.

Sun Shan glanced contemptuously at the chaotic scene, while Sang He was unaware that he was doomed to die.

He understood Feng Tianyin's unspoken meaning: the end of the project would be this guy's death, and the surviving slaves would be rewarded to vent their anger.

Because the high priest understood human nature:

The chief engineer won't let this foreman leave alive.

If you're foolish enough to let this guy still be jumping around under the nose of Heaven on the day of the inauguration ceremony, then you'll really have to give him half the credit, and afterwards you'll have to be equals.

Are you willing?

When your colleagues see this scumbag squeeze into the upper echelons, do they hate Sanghe, hate the High Priest, or hate you?

"Chief Engineer, what's your opinion on today's events?" the officer asked cautiously.

Although the two sides belong to different systems, Sun Shan is holding Feng Tianyin's token and has the authority to command these armed forces.

"Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad."

Chapter 36 Official History, Unofficial History, and Historical Construction

Xiayi Temple.

In the office, a clerk unfolds the bamboo slips of the "Official History Record of March, Year 32 of the Enlightenment" in the morning light.

He then cleared his throat and reported aloud to Feng Tianyin sitting at the table:

"My lord, the latest record has been written."

The Great Qian Dynasty always valued historical records, even establishing the position of historian, requiring fluent and concise writing—the pinnacle of literary skill. Furthermore, the reporting style was different, needing to be easy to read aloud, so her answer was:

Read

"The Great Qian Dynasty cultivated virtue and strengthened its army, regulated the five elements, cultivated the five grains, comforted the people, and governed the four directions..."

Then, as always, I listened to the beginning and nodded without any interest.

It's enough to know what's going on. If you really want to listen to it all, you'll never finish, because there are detailed sections such as "The High Priest's Daily Life Record," "The Conduct of Officials," and "The People's Conditions."

Even their writing styles differ.

In fact, for senior permanent clerks, the greatest honor is to be written directly in the "Deeds Record," as only they are qualified to be recorded.

The rest are not enough to warrant a separate section; your work report will suffice, no need for further explanation.

Regardless of one's political achievements, whether one is remembered for good or bad after death, being remembered is already a blessing.

Special honor.

Humans have short lifespans, yet they care a lot about not living to see the end of their lives.

Therefore, Feng Tianyin specifically emphasized the work of the historians, which not only carried out the Heavenly Dao's command "I like history" but also spurred on the tools, and gave herself more data to record. It was a win-win situation.

In the Great Qian Dynasty, history is very important.

Because one of the Heavenly Dao's descents brought everyone 5000 years of profound mythological knowledge, which still hasn't been fully read. So far, it has been gradually released and taught, and is incredibly vast and profound.

Most of them are collected in large libraries and colleges, and are considered by everyone to be truly incomprehensible books.

They shaped the underlying character of the Great Qian Dynasty and also created different scenes.

"You wrote well."

She continued with her work... After waiting a while, the historian, seeing his superior's reluctance to stop, reluctantly spoke up, even though the other was engrossed in the task:

"High Priest, please sign and stamp. Only with your approval can it be included in the library."

"Wait, I'm 3D printing."

Again, there were incomprehensible terms, but everyone understood Feng Tianyin's movements: her hands circled a huge piece of jade, leaving afterimages, as if four carving knives were flying around.

engraving?

It was simply divine skill; the ten fingers of both hands traced the patterns with unimaginable speed and precision.

Judging from the silhouette, she is a tall and voluptuous woman with wolf-tail hair.

However, it was very vague. Apart from the features mentioned above, it could not grasp the essence. It was repeatedly revised and described, but no progress was made after several attempts. The clothes were changed from sacrificial robes to official robes and even armor. It always felt incongruous and strange.

The sculptor realized this and was quite dissatisfied.

Unfortunately.

It was so rare to see a deep sense of regret on Feng Tianyin's face, who rarely showed any emotion. She even shook her head and sighed from time to time.

A piece of top-quality mutton-fat jade shrank smaller and smaller in her hands, until it finally died.

"Lord Yu Xue, what is the High Priest doing here?"

"She claims to be carving the embodiment of the will of Heaven, and has already ruined 5 pieces of glass-type jadeite all night long."

The historian's expression turned serious. Ordinary people might be suspected of being disrespectful for doing this, but it was only natural for the high priest to carve the Heavenly Way. It would be strange and illogical if there were no clear incarnation or portrait of it.

However, such existences cannot be described by ordinary means, which is normal.

Suddenly, a shocking scene unfolded:

Feng Tianyin reversed the outline of the portrait and carefully examined it from under the ancient costume skirt. Her gaze was sharp and insightful, and her face was full of righteousness.

what?

Is this really right? Won't we be struck by lightning? It might become a feat comparable to that of King Zhou of Shang.

Those who witnessed this scene almost knelt down to beg for forgiveness, only breathing a sigh of relief when Feng Tianyin brought it back. Since He had no objections, then everything was fine. The relationship between the High Priest and the will of Heaven was beyond comprehension; any hasty conclusions would be offensive.

However, out of duty, historians could not ignore what they saw:

"Sir, would you like this carving recorded? Don't worry, I will refine it carefully..."

Yu Xue, who was standing next to her, nodded in agreement.

Yes, you must take notes, but you must use your subtle and euphemistic writing style.

“I feel it doesn’t fit with the official history; there’s no cause and effect.” Feng Tianyin was unwilling to share that she saw the vague figure of the Heavenly Dao, so she changed her mind and said: “Let’s write it in a separate chapter of unofficial history.”

Upon hearing this, everyone looked conflicted. It didn't sound like a good thing at all, and what was the tone of the new chapter anyway?

Wild?

The historian was particularly perplexed, not understanding the situation, but he still agreed.

"In my opinion, some more formal unofficial histories are like early news reports, just one sentence is enough. When the information explosion era comes, maybe I'll write another one, and I'll call it 'Constructing History'."

"She's so engrossed in her art that she's oblivious to the world around her. You'd better leave now, lest you get caught in the crossfire when lightning strikes."

Yu Xue waved her hand, dismissing the person on behalf of her superior.

The joking tone eased the atmosphere considerably, and the historians bowed and took their leave.

As they left, they happened to brush past a scout, and upon closer inspection, they saw a group of soldiers standing at attention waiting outside.

Military intelligence?