"In this period, just the ones who died from exhaustion or were beaten to death must already number in the hundreds, right?"
Chen Feng nodded with a grave expression:
"Too few."
"It's more than that."
Qi Hui sighed and said:
"Indeed."
Then Qi Hui became spirited again:
"I suddenly thought of a new method."
"Since we can analyze and restore some bamboo slip records from this aspect, can we not also analyze those we don't yet understand through different identities?"
"Just like with the bamboo slip record of 'countless dead,' we had no intuitive concept."
"But after experiencing the civilian corvée firsthand, watching so many people die from exhaustion or being beaten to death."
"We almost don't need to think to understand what the records meant."
"Although history is different, many aspects are the same."
The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, Qi Hui became excited:
"Quick!"
"Contact your senior brothers and sisters, have them come for corvée labor."
