Just as the Xiang family was rebelling fiercely in Kuaiji, on the other side in Fengyi, Pei County, a man was almost completely numb.
He was none other than the knight who had a relationship with Xiang Yu and Xiang An, the pavilion chief of Sishui and Liu Ji, the third son of the Liu family.
"How come I am over forty years old and still encounter such a mess..." He sat on a big rock on the side of the road with a look of despair and looked at the person in front of him.
Team.
As the pavilion chief of Surabaya, he is currently escorting laborers to Xianyang. Lishan Mausoleum and Afang Palace are being rebuilt in Xianyang, which requires a large number of manpower, so they are transferred from various places and each pavilion chief is responsible for escorting them.
The current corvee system in the Qin Dynasty was really heavy.
Guarding the borders and defending the city, carrying out large-scale construction projects, plus ordinary watchmen, and workers building official roads, the manpower requisitioned from top to bottom totaled more than three million people. You must know that the total population of the Qin Dynasty was only more than 20 million people!
Moreover, the work required for labor is very heavy. Only two of the ten laborers can return to their hometown intact. Two of them are missing something, but they can go back. The rest are really buried in Xianyang.
Maybe not even buried at all.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the people were as afraid of corvees as wolves and tigers.
After all, everyone has a family, and no one can guarantee whether he or she will be one of the two who can come back intact.
Therefore, someone from the labor force escorted by Liu Ji sneaked away.
Liu Ji counted and felt that the number of people was not right.
After walking for a while, I found that a few more were missing.
It stands to reason that if the laborers are sent to Xianyang, if even one person is missing, the pavilion chief will be punished.
Liu Ji sat slumped on the big stone, looking at his team with only a few people left, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
If this team reaches Xianyang, it is estimated that his body will be transported back to Surabaya the next day.
"Old Fan, what do you think we should do..." Liu Ji asked the person next to him, with a look of exhaustion on his face.
The name of the person he asked was Fan Kuai, who had been his friend since childhood. When he was the director of the pavilion, he and Fan Kuai often drank wine, ate meat, and made friends, so they were very happy.
I can't be happy now.
"I don't know..." Fan Kuai also felt numb. This situation was too difficult to handle.
"Sigh... There is really no good way. We are all fellow countrymen. This is equivalent to leading everyone to die..." Liu Ji shook his head mockingly, "Fellow folks
It’s a good thing they didn’t scold me. I want to leave... To be honest, I’m really not easy to stop.”
"You will die if you don't stop me. We haven't crossed the river yet and everyone is almost gone. Do you think you can survive in Xianyang?" Fan Kuai rolled his eyes.
Liu Ji sat up straight, resting his elbows on his knees, looking thoughtful.
Yes... If I go to Xianyang, let alone everyone else, I will definitely die.
Touching the hilt of the long sword on his waist, Liu Ji's eyes flashed with a complex light.
I heard that the west side of the river is already like that...
"Lao Fan, let me tell you something." Liu Ji turned sideways and patted Fan Kuai on the shoulder.
"Gaha?" Fan Kuai looked at Liu Ji curiously.
"Let's rebel." Liu Ji narrowed his eyes and whispered in Fan Kuai's ear.
"...Huh?" When Fan Kuai heard Liu Ji's words, he felt as if an electric current had passed through his body, and he looked into Liu Ji's eyes in disbelief.
What are you talking about?
Liu Ji thought Fan Kuai didn't hear clearly, so he said it again.
"I said, fuck the director of the pavilion, I quit!" Liu Ji stood up directly, his expression a little urgent and ferocious.
"Old Liu, you——"
"I didn't want to do this job in the first place, so I led everyone to die? My Liu Ji conscience was eaten by that Qin II!?" Liu Ji didn't think about it, but he became angry when he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.
, "F*ck the Surabaya pavilion chief, I* f*ck him!"
Taking a few steps up to a large rock, Liu Ji could just see the rest of the labor force.
"Folks!" Although Liu Ji is not young anymore, when he was a boy, he often traveled far alone because he had a dream of being a knight. Apart from anything else, he is in great health and speaks with such vigor that it can be considered deafening.
"listen to me!"
The workers' eyes were all focused on Liu Ji, who took a deep breath.
"I am Liu Ji, who is responsible for taking us to Xianyang this time, and the pavilion chief of Surabaya. Everyone knows me!"
"I know!" Liu Ji looked around at the forest road below and sighed, "No one wants to go to Xianyang. After all, if you go to Xianyang... you may not be able to come back."
"I know what you are thinking. After all, I have a family, and I have also worked as a laborer. I know what life will be like for us in Xianyang, so you don't want to go. I can understand it, I really understand it."
"Then you're still taking us with you!?" A thin man said resentfully during the labor.
"I... really wanted to take everyone there before, but now, I feel that instead of letting everyone go to that damn place in Xianyang to die, it would be better not to go!"
The labor team below suddenly fell silent, and then exploded in an instant.
Liu Ji quickly raised his hand and pressed it.
"Folks, listen to me, listen to me!"
"I, Liu Ji, the chief of the Sishui Pavilion, have quit my job! Now the whole Jiangshui River is in chaos, and Qin II can't even notice us! So——"
Liu Ji pointed behind him: "Let's just gather in Mangdang Mountain and gather in the forest! Of course, if there are still young and old at home, I won't stop them from leaving, so that everyone can get together and disperse!"
Fan Kuai stood behind Liu Ji, looking at Liu Ji with a little surprise in his eyes.
After Liu Ji shouted these words, more than a dozen people in the labor team responded to Liu Ji. After all, Liu Ji was a celebrity in Surabaya, and his reputation was not small, and he was highly appreciated by the local governor Xiao He.
He is also considered a capable person.
"Old Liu, are you really planning to become a jungle hero in Mangdang Mountain?" Fan Kuai felt a little unreal.
One minute ago, Liu Ji was an official of the imperial court and the director of the Sishui Street Police Station in Fengyi, Pei County. Now he is a quasi-bandit leader.
"I don't plan to go to Xianyang to die." Liu Ji held the hilt of the bronze sword and snorted, "The job of the pavilion chief itself is a lot of work and little money. It would be better to rob the rich and give to the poor here. How can I put it, Lao Fan
,Fuck with me?"
"Okay! I'll do it with you! I've known you since I was little, so I can still leave this time." Fan Kuai was also happy and directly agreed to Liu Ji's request.
"Okay, I have a task for you now." Liu Ji grinned and hugged Fan Kuai's shoulders.
"...Why do I have a bad premonition?" Fan Kuai's eyes became wary.
"Go back to Surabaya and help me bring a message to Mr. Xiao." Liu Ji had a pleading smile on his face, "It's not far, just two hundred miles away, very quickly."