Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 780 Chapter 318: Ying Zheng: With This Policy, the Whole Dingshen Continent Is United—The Beginning of the Yun Dynasty!

Gazing upon the gravely serious Zhao Feng.

Solemnity swept across the faces of all within the majestic hall.

"We ministers await the Crown Prince's decree with utmost respect."

In perfect unison, the ministers proclaimed.

"Prior to Shenzhou's unification, Qin's lands shall be nationalized; solely title holders and Qin's meritorious ministers may receive land grants."

"Precisely so."

"Within the territories of the former Six States, this vital policy remains incompletely enforced, with lands largely seized by the Six States' rich merchants and nobles."

"Qin has seized merely the estates of nobles whose lineages were eradicated in prior conquests; such lands stand nationalized."

"Land, arable fields."

"In any age, they form the bedrock of the realm and must never be overlooked."

"On this occasion."

"My resolve stands firm."

"To seize back the world's lands."

"Across Qin's domain, excluding title-granted holdings, every other plot will revert to state ownership. Post-reclamation, no private sales or trades permitted—offenders forfeit lands permanently!" Zhao Feng declared gravely, his voice brooking no dissent.

Across dynasties and eras alike.

Why do uprisings and the overthrow of dynastic roots erupt after mere centuries?

At its core lies one truth: nobles swallow up the land, leaving common folk without fields to till, forcing them into desperate rebellion.

Zhao Feng's vision demands full nationalization of Qin's territories—save for title bearers and valorous officials granted plots; remaining reclaimed acres become state assets, barring all trades, allotted via household rolls, with undistributed portions turned to crown farms worked by troops.

"If I may inquire of the Crown Prince."

"Once lands fall under national control, how fare the landless masses?" Han Fei inquired deferentially.

"Post-nationalization."

"Qin's populace shall receive farmland allotments based on census records."

"I desire every Qin subject to possess land for cultivation." Zhao Feng affirmed resolutely.

"Reclaimed state lands get distributed per population ledgers."

"What measure applies to shares for Qin's heroic elites?" Li Si posed respectfully.

"Qin-bestowed elite lands stay theirs forever, plus their citizen rights entitle them to standard Qin folk allotments." Zhao Feng replied smilingly.

"Beyond Qin proper, former Six States' domains remain gripped by nobles; compelled summons will surely spark defiance." Yu Liao warned.

"Defiance?"

A chilling smirk twisted Zhao Feng's lips.

"I eagerly await their rebellion."

"Should they defy, wipe out their clans utterly, seize riches and fields for the state—perfect timing as Qin's coffers empty, their spoils refill our vaults." Zhao Feng sneered coldly.

At these words.

A piercing chill emanated from Zhao Feng's decree, sensed by every courtier.

"All Shangjiangjun, spread my command."

"Qin's Five Camps deploy to Jiuzhou, each as a cohesive force patrolling its zones."

"At signs of turmoil, State and Prefecture troops quash it initially; should they falter, elite camp warriors intervene."

"Defiers of court edicts count as insurgents—armed resisters slain instantly! Survivors seized for Tingwei judgment." Zhao Feng fixed his gaze on the Shangjiangjun.

"We obey the decree!" The Shangjiangjun roared as one.

"Post this endeavor."

"Qin's every citizen gains farmland; all shall till their own soil."

"In an instant."

"Great Qin Divine Land conquers not by blade alone, but binds through popular will and shared heritage."

"This triumph.">

"I share in revelry with Father Emperor and every minister."

Zhao Feng stretched forth his arm, his words laden with fervor.

"All for Qin!"

Civil and martial officials prostrated in unity.

From his lofty throne.

Joy brimmed in Ying Zheng's gaze.

Well he grasped the essence of Zhao Feng's grand scheme.

Land.

The vital artery sustaining the masses—land yields grain, grain feeds clans.

In Shenzhou, ceaseless wars have raged for eight hundred years amid clashes between the various countries, leaving ordinary folk conscripted as soldiers to perish on the battlefield.

Or crushed beneath exorbitant grain taxes, they starved to death in the end, scraping by without enough food.

Moreover.

Except in Qin.

Elsewhere, nobles had seized all the lands, so commoners lacked fields to cultivate; to farm at all, they rented from nobles at rates heavier than taxes, toiling through each harvest only to harvest scant grains afterward.

In this age.

Common people's deepest desire wasn't fame or power, but mere survival.

And Qin alone could grant them that.

"Feng'er."

"The Sage of Qin."

Ying Zheng spoke slowly.

His tone brimmed openly with praise and comfort.

"We ministers concur." The civil and military officials chorused loudly.

Here.

Court ministers felt little impact, since their lands came from imperial grants for merits earned through military feats and achievements.

Land earned by service to Qin would never be confiscated.

Ultimately, it belonged to them by right.

Yet.

Henceforth, they faced bans on trading those lands.

"May I ask the Crown Prince."

"With land granted to the people, what of the rent?" Lv Buwei inquired respectfully.

"Chancellor."

"Land assigned to the people isn't owned by them; they hold only the right to till imperial allotments, without true ownership."

"Reclaimed land's initial rule forbids transfers; fail to farm it personally, and officials seize it back at once."

"Regarding the rent."