In Kunshan County, Mr. Zhao has been dying for a while, worried about his son’s mistakes. Although everyone regards Zhao Hao as an omnipotent golden beam, in Zhao Shouzheng’s eyes, he is still just a child...

After hearing the news that the three counties of Huzhou were completed as scheduled, Mr. Zhao sighed very relieved. He originally planned to call He, Bai and Xiong to play mahjong a few times, but Mr. Wu reminded him that today he would come to the county's censors in person, and tomorrow he would go out to welcome the students in the county.

"Since this spring, I have been playing boards all day long, but I haven't caught a few cards. Although they are all 'skips', the former makes people feel uncomfortable, while the latter makes people happy." Mr. Zhao had no choice but to press his card addiction and looked at Wu Chengen resentfully and said:

"Every time I see a criminal crying when he is beaten, my father and mother, my county can't help but cry. After a day, my eyes are red with red tears."

"Dongweng should not look at me like this." The writer smiled bitterly: "It was the young master who refused to let me help, so that Dongweng could become a qualified magistrate as soon as possible."

"Is this official unqualified?" Mr. Zhao blew his beard and glared.

Xu Wei, who was tilting his legs on the kang, looked through the newly published "Internal Reference" of Jiangnan Group, suddenly said quietly: "The mulberry leaves in October..."

"Uh, no matter which pot is open, it will be picked up." Mr. Zhao blushed and he immediately left shyly.

This is what I said is the old thing last year. At that time, Mr. Zhao was successful in carrying the embankment, which was really a bit like the most magistrate in the world. He decided to do it himself, lead the villagers on the road to becoming rich, and completely take off the hat of beggar Kunshan!

After thinking hard for a long time, one day in the middle of the night, the old couple of painters and writers fell asleep. Zhao Shouzheng suddenly came to pat the door. Wu Chengen was so scared that he shivered. He thought something big had happened, so he quickly put on his pants and got up to open the door.

However, when Mr. Zhao was not panicked, he said with excitement: "I thought of a way to improve it. I see that the people have to farm and raise silkworms in April, so they are really too busy. Why don't we post a notice to let them farm in April and raise silkworms in October? Isn't this the best of both worlds?"

"..." Wu Chengen stayed for a long time. Before, he always thought that Dongweng was wise and foolish. That night he realized that he was not pretending to be confused. He really didn't understand...

"Sir, how about my method?" Mr. Zhao asked silly.

"In principle, this method is roughly the same, and it's not a problem." Wu Chengen wiped his sweat and said, "There's just a question. Where can I find mulberry leaves for feeding silkworms in October?"

"Uh..." Zhao Shouzheng wanted to find a crack in the floor to get into it.

It’s nothing strange. He is a grand servant, and he is not diligent in all four bodies and does not distinguish between grains. In fact, the officials of the Ming Dynasty are generally nerds who turn a blind eye to things outside the window and only read books of sages. After entering the officialdom, they will not seriously study Jia Xuepu. It is not surprising that they make such jokes.

However, Mr. Zhao was considered ashamed and brave. After that day, he changed into casual clothes when he had time to go to the countryside, inspected the fields, humbly asked old farmers for advice on farming and sericulture, and learned about the sufferings of the people. Now he no longer made such jokes...

This makes the old couple's boring old life less fun in vain.

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Sign in the room.

After Zhao Shouzheng left, the painter suddenly sighed and said quietly: "Scary."

"What's scary?" the writer was stunned.

"You can't see it?" Xu Wei shook the newspaper in his hand, and the red title on it was particularly eye-catching.

"I can't see it." Wu Chengen had read the newspaper a long time ago.

"So I said, you have to improve the pattern. The pattern is too small, how can you write a big article?" Xu Wei rolled his eyes and sat up and said, "In this battle against silkworm disease in Jiangnan Group, people who don't understand the inside story may think it's no big deal. Isn't it just a few silkworms and a few flapping moths? But don't people like you who have watched the whole process feel amazing?"

"It's really amazing." Wu Chengen nodded honestly and said, "It took less than a month since the initial discovery of the spread of silkworm disease to the present. So many forces can be quickly mobilized to invest in epidemic prevention and control. Moreover, there is no forced tax collection or harassing the people. Even people outside Jiahu don't know what happened in these six counties."

As he said that, he exclaimed: "It does show the uniqueness of Jiangnan Group."

"It's not just unique? It's just a scorpion's shit!" Xu Wei raised his tone and said: "I can tell you very responsibly that in the past month, no government in the Ming Dynasty could do what the Jiangnan Group did. Even the court in Beijing could not do it!"

"So exaggerated?" Wu Chengen couldn't help but say surprise: "You couldn't do it in the Hu Gong Gu's Gulf?" It is recognized that one of the major reasons why Hu Zongxian's successful anti-Japanese war was that his strong staff helped him plan and coordinate. This transformed the endless productivity of the Jiangnan region into strong military strength, and created the Qi family army, an elite army that was armed to the teeth like the Yu family army.

"If Hu Meilin had the Jiangnan Group back then, how could it take for eight years to fight against the Japanese?" Xu Wei shook his head and said, "It can blow the Japanese pirates up to three years."

"So exaggerated?" The writer was dumbfounded. However, the anti-Japanese war was Xu Wei's lifelong achievements. He would never belittle himself to praise Zhao Hao.

"This is because you need to clean up the mess, otherwise two years will be enough." Xu Wei said seriously: "Those nerds who have not read a few books on military books think that they only rely on elite soldiers and generals in war. It's a big mistake. If that were true, Emperor Chengzu would have been unified in Mobei long ago, and there would be no need to withdraw the Jiaozhi Governor General. Emperor Taizu would not have to decide what a country would not be conquered. How happy would it be to defeat the whole world?"

"I know this. Going to the expedition is too far away will inevitably lead to insufficient food and grass. Teachers and veterans are tired." Wu Chengen said.

"Then why could Emperor Wu of Han conquer Mobei and annex Annan? Why could the Tang Dynasty conquer Tianzhu?" Xu Wei asked sharply.

"This..." Wu Cheng'en was speechless immediately.

"This is the difference in national strength. My Ming Dynasty was too inferior. Even when the founding of the country was prosperous, it was not as good as the Han and Tang dynasties." Xu Wei changed his mind and said, "The national strength is not just how many people you have, how many troops you have, how many food and grass you have. Or whether you have the ability to mobilize these populations, allocate these materials, train and arm these troops, and ensure that they fight in all directions!"

"Well..." Wu Chengen nodded, and he felt that Xu Wei's words made sense.

"When I was in Hu Meilin's wall, my biggest feeling was that I couldn't use it. Jiangnan was rich in the world with a population of tens of millions, but the governor of Zhejiang was urged for food and wages by people all day long, and they were tired of dealing with it. Everyone knew that Jiangnan had money, but the money was in the hands of a large household. Should the government be poor or poor? If you want to force the levy, you will be impeached by their people. As a result, Meilin and we tried every means to raise the ranks of many ways, but they could only barely raise Qi and Yu two elite troops."

"But what's the use of changing dynasties? But there are a group of gods and Buddhas who play with monkeys. There are not many monsters who eat people." But he was a little excited, not afraid of creating magic. Well, serious face.

"No, I have a premonition that the world is going to be very different. Whether it is good or bad, I can't go back..." Xu Wei shook his head and laughed:
Chapter completed!