The Pool of Wine and Forest of Meat and the West Garden would all be demolished.
Horse racing, cockfighting, and stone gambling would all be banned.
The extravagance policy merely squandered money. They must practice thrift and frugality, eating bran and swallowing greens all day long.
Roads would be closed, checkpoints established, and the Palace Market shut down. Trade would no longer be permitted, and the copper mines and refined salt would revert to court ownership.
Countless nobles felt their heads buzzing.
What the fuck...
If things really went that way, wouldn't life be worse than death?
Their current supply of meat was only guaranteed because the Pool of Wine and Forest of Meat stored it, while the West Garden constantly improved livestock-raising methods.
Ever since the Pool of Wine and Forest of Meat and the West Garden had been established, the nobles had eaten far more meat in their daily lives, with a greater variety of flavors.
Feudal lords did not slaughter cattle without cause; grandees did not slaughter sheep without cause; gentlemen did not slaughter dogs or pigs without cause; commoners did not eat delicacies without cause.
Those were not empty words. Often, it was not that they could not afford meat, but that there was none to eat.
Only during sacrifices could they offer cattle, sheep, and pigs to Heaven and their ancestors. And unlike King Zhou, they would never eat the offerings themselves after sacrificing them to their ancestors.
Horse racing, cockfighting, and stone gambling had long since become part of their lives. How could they simply be banned at a word?
Even losing a bet felt good. Just imagining the reverent looks the commoners gave them after they tossed away a fortune was exhilarating.
The more they played, the better it felt. If all that