The Fertile Plains of Yingchuan

In early May, the endless wheat fields of Yingchuan Commandery shimmered between green and gold, their undulating waves mirroring the restless winds. This was the northwest region of Yingchuan, a land blessed with mountains and rivers—three major waterways, the Ru, Ying, and Wei Rivers, carving their paths from northwest to southeast. The central Ying River, the mightiest of the three, lent its name to this fertile plain when the Qin Empire established its commandery-county system.

To the northwest stood Mount Taishi; to the southwest, Mount Luyang—twin sentinels watching over the land. A decade earlier, this had been the heartland of the fallen state of Han, its richness rivaling the plains of Wei to the northeast. After the Qin dynasty repaired dikes and dredged canals, agriculture flourished. This year’s wheat harvest promised to be the most bountiful in memory.

Yet beneath this prosperity lay a hidden current of discontent.

The Plight of the Plowmen

At midday, under a scorching sun, farmers bent over golden fields, their backs glistening with sweat. Among them stood a young man, bare-chested and motionless, his gaze fixed on the distant Mount Taishi.

“Chen Sheng!” an old man hissed, straightening his aching back. “The overseer just left, and you’re slacking? Want a beating?”

Chen Sheng didn’t turn. “Why break our backs for land that isn’t ours?”

The old man glanced around nervously. “Quiet, fool! You’ll get us all killed!”

As the laborers retreated to the shade of a tree, their complaints spilled out like water from a cracked jar.

“Damn it all! If this were our land, we’d feast this year!”

“Our land? Keep dreaming—maybe in the next life!”

Chen Sheng suddenly declared, “When I rise to wealth, I won’t forget you!”

Laughter erupted. The old man shook his head. “A hired plowman dreaming of riches? Madness.”

“Even sparrows can’t fathom the flight of a swan,” Chen Sheng retorted coldly.

The farmers exchanged glances. This boy was clearly unhinged.

Shadows of the Old Aristocracy

Unbeknownst to the laborers, two scholars in yellow robes approached—one tall and gaunt, the other short and plump. They carried a sword and an umbrella, their identities ambiguous. The farmers tensed, fearing overseers, but the old man reassured them: “Just traveling scholars.”

The scholars joined them, sharing wine and meat. When conversation turned to land, bitterness surfaced.

“Good laws, good officials, even a good emperor,” the old man sighed. “But laws can’t govern the night. Our lands are gone—stolen by the old Han aristocracy.”

Chen Sheng, silent until now, suddenly led the scholars to a hidden ditch. With bleeding hands, he unearthed a rusted bronze box. Inside lay his family’s ancestral tablets and six secret land deeds—proof that the Zhang clan, descendants of Han’s prime minister, had systematically seized Yingchuan’s best fields.

“The Zhangs say Qin’s rule won’t last,” Chen Sheng whispered. “They buy land for a pittance, calling it ‘reclaiming their fiefs.’ Speak against them, and assassins come in the night.”

The tall scholar’s jaw tightened. “This is how empires rot from within.”

The Web Extends to Pei County

Days later, the scholars—revealed as imperial investigators—arrived in Pei County. At a riverside inn, they met Liu Bang, the irreverent yet capable local constable. Over fish and millet wine, Liu Bang’s laughter hid deeper frustrations.

“You want wasteland for a royal mulberry grove?” he scoffed. “Every inch here is fought over! The Xiang clan—former Chu nobles—buy land at swordpoint. My own father lost 200 acres to them.”

That night, Liu Bang led them to Xiao He, a county clerk who’d secretly documented the crisis. In a dim-lit study, Xiao He unveiled a iron chest—records of a shadow economy where peasants like Zhou Bo and Fan Kuai, stripped of land, now survived as funeral musicians and dog-butchers.

“The Xiangs think themselves above Qin’s laws,” Xiao He said. “But water, given time, wears through stone.”

The Emperor’s Seal and the Coming Storm

Before dawn, the scholars departed with damning evidence. The tall one—revealed as a high-ranking agent—sealed the chest with an imperial jade stamp bearing a chilling warning:

“Heaven’s Secret Affairs: Lose This, Exterminate Your Clan.”

As their boat vanished into the mist, the seeds of a greater reckoning took root. Chen Sheng’s defiance, Liu Bang’s simmering rage, and Xiao He’s meticulous records would soon converge into a firestorm that would shake the Qin dynasty to its core.

For in the fertile fields of Yingchuan and Pei, the true harvest was not wheat, but revolution.

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Key Themes Explored:
– The disconnect between Qin’s land reforms and grassroots reality
– How former aristocrats subverted the system through economic warfare
– The rise of future rebel leaders (Chen Sheng, Liu Bang) from oppressed backgrounds
– Parallels to modern wealth inequality and shadow economies
– The bureaucratic machinery’s struggle to govern vast territories