Thousand-year-old family: its rise began with Shang Yang’s reforms

Chapter 73 Mr. Shang! Lord Shang! [Second update, please collect and read]

The surrounding atmosphere was very solemn, and everyone looked at the old man lying on the bed, his face pale and almost powerless.

Chen Shen stood aside, his expression even sadder.

During this year, Shang Yang, as his teacher, had a closer relationship with him. Now he was suddenly asked to accept separation. How could he accept it?

After all, he is still a teenager.

Shang Yang slowly opened his eyes, as if he had some strength. He waved his hand towards Chen Shen: "Shen'er, this is not the place for you to stay. Don't let my illness pass on to you."

"Boy Chen, let the children get out."

Just when Chen Sheng was about to say something, Chen Ye held his shoulders. At this time, the sadness in Chen Ye's eyes was not much less than that of Chen Shen. He just whispered: "Let your master feel at ease."

Then he turned his head and said to several children: "You guys, please go out first and wait outside."

After the children all went out, Shang Yang seemed to be relieved suddenly and coughed violently several times. He lay there with his eyes looking at nowhere.

"I have no regrets in my life."

There was a slight smile on his lips, and his life's experiences suddenly appeared in his mind like a revolving lantern. From the beginning, he came to Qin to seek refuge with the king of Qin, and then was trusted by the king of Qin to preside over the reform. Finally, he had another Chen Such an outstanding disciple.

In the following ten years, many reforms were not greatly obstructed, and all his life's efforts were poured into the Qin State.

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Who in this world can be luckier than me?"

"Not only have I fulfilled my wish, but I have lived properly and peacefully until now. Now the time has come and God is calling me back."

"You don't have to be sad."

Ying Si took a few steps forward and reached Shang Yang's bed. He held Shang Yang's hand and said, "Why did Lord Shang say this?"

"Your health will definitely be fine."

"The Qin State has only been strong and powerful for a short time. How could you die like this when you haven't seen Qin State sweep across the world?"

"Are you going to abandon the state of Qin and the inheritance you and your father have created?"

Shang Yang smiled and just said: "Your Majesty, it is Shang Yang's luck to meet the late king. Now the Qin State is so powerful that the late king has never seen it. It's time for Shang Yang to go and talk about the past with the late king! "

He seemed to be in better spirits, as if he had gained strength and was even able to sit up halfway.

Shang Yang waved his hand: "Okay, okay, don't be so sad."

"Life, old age, illness and death are just normal, why should we be so pessimistic?"

He smiled and said, "Boy Chen."

Shang Yang seemed to have remembered something, and turned to look at Chen Ye: "Don't worry too much on weekdays. Many things have no results if they have no results. Sometimes no results are not a bad thing."

"At this age, I have only just realized that isn't a person's life the process of pursuing oneself?"

"If you only focus on the results and ignore the process, that will be a lifelong regret."

After saying these words, Shang Yang felt a little pain in his chest, as if the strength that had appeared out of thin air had completely disappeared.

He suddenly became weak, and the hand holding Ying Si became a little weak.

A figure seemed to appear in the distance. It was a middle-aged man, wearing the clothes of a monarch of the Qin Kingdom. He had a modest smile on his face and seemed to say: "Shang Qing? Shang Qing?"

When this familiar call came to his ears, Shang Yang's eyes were a little confused. He looked at the figure and slowly stretched out his hand. “Your Majesty?”

"Your Majesty!"

Qin Xiaogong Ying Quliang stood there with a smile on his face: "I'm here to pick you up!"

"Why don't you tell me about the changes in Qin over the years?"

Shang Yang felt that his body seemed to have become younger. He stood up from the bed suddenly, walked towards Ying Quliang with a smile, and gave a slight salute, just like when he first met Ying Quliang.

"I will tell you about the changes in Qin over the years!"

"Our country, Great Qin, is strong!"

The wind and snow continued to fall in the distance, and the hand held by Ying Si suddenly fell weakly on the bed. Shang Yang slowly closed his eyes with a smile on his lips.

This great and majestic Shang Lord, who had been in power for a lifetime, made several reforms and made Qin strong, passed away!

Suddenly, there was a low choking sound in the room.

Shang Yang's son knelt on the ground and cried uncontrollably. His tears kept falling like broken beads.

There was a blank look of sadness on Ying Si's face. Chen Ye's hand was tightly held in You Ning's. There was a little blood seeping out of the palm of his other hand, and the nails penetrated the skin and pricked the palm.

"Squeak-"

The door opened, and the crying outside the house spread outside. Everyone in Shang Jun's mansion knew about this inexplicable sadness.

Mr. Shang has passed away!
  Chen Shen, Chen Zhan, Chen An and others walked into the house and looked at the master who was lying on the bed and could no longer enlighten them with his witty words as before. Tears instantly fell from his eyes.

In the fifth year of King Huiwen, Lord Shang, who presided over the reform of the Qin State, revised the laws of Qin, replaced public ownership with private ownership, created a twenty-level military merit title system, insisted on exercising the system of counties and counties, and abolished the hereditary privileges of aristocratic families, left in a cold winter. The Qin State he loved.

The coldness of this winter is beyond the imagination of all Qin people.

The news spread like a storm throughout the Qin State, and everyone in Qin State fell into sorrow.

The day after Shang Yang left, Yingsi conferred the title of [King of Anguo] on Shang Yang, and also granted him the posthumous title of Crown Prince Division and an additional [-] food fiefs. This was an honor that had rarely been seen before.

Not only that, Shang Yang's funeral was also carried out according to the level of national funeral. Almost everyone in Qin State wore mourning for Shang Yang for three days.

This is a courtesy that only the king of a country can enjoy, but now Shang Yang enjoys it.

This makes the talented people all over the world even more excited.

How could they not be tempted by a country that treats talents with such courtesy? Who doesn’t seek power while alive and fame after death?
  As a result, more talents came to Qin.

Zhao Guo
  Meng Ke, who was traveling around the State of Zhao, heard the news of Shang Yang's departure, with a look of sadness on his face.

He couldn't help but sigh: "I never thought that he would not be able to survive this winter."

The disciple on the side asked: "Teacher, don't you dislike Shang Yang's strategy of fooling the people? Why are you so sentimental?"

Meng Ke just sighed slightly and looked at the sky with some smoke and dust floating in the distance: "Why should human sorrow be caused by external objects?"

"In the fifth year of King Huiwen, in winter, Shang Jun died. - "New Qin Shu·Biography of Shang Jun""

(End of this chapter)