DIARY OF A SLAVE WHO HELPED BUILD THE GREAT WALL
221 B.C.E
Thursday
I had a great day today I was forced to help build something big for the emperor Qin like he doesn’t have enough big things, just look at me I’ve got a small hut and a small amount of food and I am grateful but what will it take for the emperor to be happy.
“How big is this thing going to be?” I ask my friend he don’t know but what he does know is that it is going to take a while.
My shoes are drowning in sweat, my vision is blurry my friend was right this is hard because it is 38 degrees here others are passed out on the ground but I will keep going.
Why do we have to compact dirt into a small space, why couldn’t we just use some sort of cube thingy.
Friday
I was woken up at the break of dawn and I got straight to work with everyone else, everyone was tired and stressed it was only the second day as well as it got further into the day I started to grow weak and hungry I thought about eating the dirt but I stopped myself.
Finally they gave us something to eat, off course it had to be rice, rice for breakfast lunch and dinner but I am grateful.
after we eat the soldiers force us to get up and keep going i don't know how they train soldiers to be so cruel but as long as they don't stab me
At the end of the day we got sent home and told us to be here by the crack of dawn.
A week later
I am very weak I can’t even lift a bucket, my back is aching my knees are nagged I can’t go on, I pass out, next thing I know is that I’m in a pile with all the other people who are passed out.
219 B.C.E
After a few years
This is it this is how I and many others died building the great wall this is all I could write, good by world
Maybe my diary could be important in the future.
221 B.C.E
Thursday
I had a great day today I was forced to help build something big for the emperor Qin like he doesn’t have enough big things, just look at me I’ve got a small hut and a small amount of food and I am grateful but what will it take for the emperor to be happy.
“How big is this thing going to be?” I ask my friend he don’t know but what he does know is that it is going to take a while.
My shoes are drowning in sweat, my vision is blurry my friend was right this is hard because it is 38 degrees here others are passed out on the ground but I will keep going.
Why do we have to compact dirt into a small space, why couldn’t we just use some sort of cube thingy.
Friday
I was woken up at the break of dawn and I got straight to work with everyone else, everyone was tired and stressed it was only the second day as well as it got further into the day I started to grow weak and hungry I thought about eating the dirt but I stopped myself.
Finally they gave us something to eat, off course it had to be rice, rice for breakfast lunch and dinner but I am grateful.
after we eat the soldiers force us to get up and keep going i don't know how they train soldiers to be so cruel but as long as they don't stab me
At the end of the day we got sent home and told us to be here by the crack of dawn.
A week later
I am very weak I can’t even lift a bucket, my back is aching my knees are nagged I can’t go on, I pass out, next thing I know is that I’m in a pile with all the other people who are passed out.
219 B.C.E
After a few years
This is it this is how I and many others died building the great wall this is all I could write, good by world
Maybe my diary could be important in the future.
Reflection
I may have written this piece of evidence but what if it was real it would be a major help for research on what it was like to work on the great wall:
-how hard it was for many people to work that hard
-not everyone is strong enough to help
- what they would do to get the wall built
-and what people thought of the great wall
-how hard it was for many people to work that hard
-not everyone is strong enough to help
- what they would do to get the wall built
-and what people thought of the great wall