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"Did the Kang-Qian Prosperous Era really exist?"
In the Great Qin Plane, in the territory of Shangjun, the cold wind was biting and yellow sand filled the sky.
Fusu, who had been demoted to this place to build the Great Wall, wore a thick padded cotton coat and stood atop the high city wall, gazing into the distance at the Sky Screen, his heart filled with doubt.
He could not help recalling the history reviewed previously—that so-called "Kang-Qian Prosperous Era"—which now seemed so hazy and blurred in his eyes. Could it be that it was merely a fictional concept?
Did the Kang-Qian Prosperous Era truly not exist in history?
Fusu's brow furrowed tightly as his mind raced with thoughts.
He remembered that the population of the Qing Dynasty had already exceeded three hundred million, which was an astonishing figure for that time.
Was such a massive population not enough to prove that it was an era of prosperity and peace?
However, the scene before his eyes filled him with skepticism. The common people of Great Qin toiled laboriously in this harsh environment, living lives of utter misery. By comparison, he found it hard to imagine what that so-called "Kang-Qian Prosperous Era" could possibly look like.
Fusu took a deep breath, the cold air clearing his thoughts slightly.
He decided not to dwell on this problem any longer, but rather to focus on the task at hand—building the Great Wall. After all, this was his mission in exile a…
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