77: Chapter 77 The Drawbacks of Imperial Autocracy: One Pig-Head Requires a Bunch of Pig-Like Teammates

Under the system of imperial autocracy, the emperor's power was too great. When the Confucian Scholars mocked him a bit, he flew into a rage and, despite the opposition of his ministers, wanted to carry out the Burning of Books and Burying of Scholars.

These Confucian Scholars were all intellectuals, and there were likely many innocent people among them.

But the emperor killed them on a whim, which wasted a vast amount of talent.

To ensure imperial supremacy, emperors often used incredibly extreme measures to strengthen their rule.

For instance, if an emperor wanted his incompetent son to take the throne, he would resort to any means necessary, including killing all the capable ministers. Only when the ministers in court posed no threat to his son could his son control the government; otherwise, he would inevitably be led by the nose by the court ministers, resulting in the loss of imperial power.

In Zhao Fusu's eyes, this kind of behavior from an emperor was like a pig head needing a group of pig teammates to coexist harmoniously.

Zhao Fusu knew without even thinking that if things continued this way, the country would only decline with each generation. If it weren't overthrown by its own people, it would be crushed by external forces.

Zhao Fusu worked so hard, forgetting to eat and sleep, even staying up all night to lead the industrial revolution in Great Qin, aiming to usher in the industrial age.

He didn't want to see Great Qin only be glorious for a few decades.

And then fall apart after he passed away, with this parallel world becoming the domain of Westerners once again.

If, two thousand years later, the Eastern lands still needed to learn English, he felt his transmigration would have been in vain.

It would also be an insult to him!

If Chinese could become the only official language in the world two thousand years later, then his transmigration would truly be meaningful and not in vain!

With these thoughts in mind, Zhao Fusu decided to inform the parliament in a future meeting that the Great Qin Empire Forging Workshop would be made independent.

And after it became independent...

Zhao Fusu paused for a moment in thought.

The Forging Workshop gathered the country's finest craftsmen of the time, with exquisite production techniques and high-quality products.

They were the ones who held the highest technology in Great Qin!

Zhao Fusu had always wanted to establish a Great Qin Empire Academy of Sciences, not only to train talent but also to research and develop various technologies.

After the Forging Workshop was made independent, it would be better to turn it into a center for technological research and development.

Exactly!

Zhao Fusu's eyes lit up.

The Great Qin Empire Forging Workshop might as well undergo a complete transformation and be upgraded to the Great Qin Empire Academy of Sciences.

The departments within would be divided into the Steam Academy, the Materials Academy, and the Defense Academy.

Elder Mo could serve as the dean of the Steam Academy.

Elder Liu could serve as the dean of the Materials Academy.

He would serve as the dean of the Defense Academy himself, with Elder Yang as the vice-dean, researching national defense weapons such as pistols, automatic rifles, shotguns, heavy machine guns, and armored vehicles.

The products developed by the Great Qin Empire Academy of Sciences would be sent to the Industrial Zone for production. Once sold, a portion of the profits could be allocated as research funds for the Great Qin Empire Academy of Sciences to start projects and conduct research.

The profits could also be used as funds to recruit and train talent.

Talented individuals with exceptional academic performance could be selected for the Great Qin Empire Academy of Sciences. As for average talents, they could work in factories assembling steam threshers, steam rotary tillers, and steam tractors, or casting components.

However, because of this, the Ministry of State Security became incredibly important.

If these people leaked secrets or became spies, the Ministry of State Security would need to root them out promptly so that Great Qin could minimize its losses.

Zhao Fusu's chosen candidate was his brother-in-law, Wang Li.

That was the same brother-in-law, Wang Li, who was supposed to help him bring back the big items he had obtained through signing in at Shangjun.

Zhao Fusu sighed, wondering why his brother-in-law was taking so long.

While Zhao Fusu was thinking of his brother-in-law, Wang Li...

At this moment, General Wang Li was on the Qin Straight Road, on his way back to Xianyang...

While Wang Li was slow, Zhang Liang was moving very quickly.

After leaving Xianyang, he arrived at a contact point for the World's Strongest Assassin Organization located in a remote valley.

"Mr. Han Qiudao, I hope you have been well!"

Zhang Liang, holding a scroll of taigongs art of war, slowly walked up to Han Qiudao.

Standing behind him were Dao Zhi and Zhang Fei, both looking at Han Qiudao with solemn expressions, their hands gripping their weapons tightly.

Han Qiudao sat lazily on his dedicated stone stool.

He was tall and upright, exuding a cold and powerful aura.

His broad shoulders seemed capable of carrying a thousand pounds, and his solid chest contained endless strength.

He wore a black robe that fluttered in the wind, making him seem to merge with the dark valley.

Beside his stone seat lay a bronze sword shimmering with golden light.

Han Qiudao was in his early forties, yet his hair was already completely white.

His face looked as if it had been carved with a knife or chisel, with sharp features and rugged lines.

He rested his finger on the bridge of his nose.

His presence was cold and domineering, exerting an invisible pressure.

"I am Zhang Liang."

Zhang Liang said, bowing with hands joined.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't be alive to see me."

Han Qiudao's voice was cold yet magnetic.

Zhang Liang was from the State of Han. His family was prominent there; his grandfather, Zhang Kaidi, and his father, Zhang Ping, had served as prime ministers for three and two reigns respectively.

Han Qiudao had lived in the Han royal palace since childhood, so he naturally knew Zhang Liang.

Han Lian stood not far from Han Qiudao, looking at Zhang Liang.

"Little Liang!"

Han Lian was in her forties, while Zhang Liang was in his early thirties.

As a princess of the State of Han, Han Lian had watched Zhang Liang grow up and was his elder.

"Princess Lian."

Zhang Liang bowed respectfully to Han Lian.

"Little Liang, you are still so well-mannered."

Han Lian smiled.

A fond, aunt-like smile appeared on her face.

"Princess Lian."

Zhang Liang sighed, "That State of Han, which placed such importance on etiquette, has already been destroyed by the State of Qin."

Han Lian's face immediately froze.

She had been quite happy to see an old acquaintance.

But Zhang Liang's words were such a damper, killing the mood.

However, Zhang Liang did this intentionally.

Han Qiudao stood up from his stone seat.

He was equally resentful about the destruction of the State of Han.

Having lived in the Han royal palace since childhood, he had deep feelings for the State of Han.

It was his birthplace, his country.

Naturally, he was unhappy that his country had been destroyed.

Now that a topic that made him unhappy had been brought up, Han Qiudao's mood soured.

"What do you want!"

Han Qiudao stared straight at Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang was also looking at Han Qiudao.

He saw Han Qiudao's high nose bridge, straight as a peak, and sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples. Beneath them were deep, sharp eyes like stars in a cold night, chilling and soul-stirring, making one afraid to meet his gaze as if he could see through their thoughts.

Zhang Liang did not shy away from his thoughts being seen through by Han Qiudao. Instead, he said, "Mr. Han Qiudao, the State of Han was destroyed by the State of Qin many years ago. This is something that you and Princess Lian should know even better than Zifang."