Chen Mei had a shy face. The political achievements of Neixiang were not his own credit.

Your Majesty is promoting sweet potatoes here. In the past, the poor mountainous areas are now quite short of food.

Chen Mei is self-aware, but in addition, Li Dan is his good wife, but he has given him a lot of help!

"It's done. This time I came here. I thank you in person. I have settled the refugees from Yunyang for me and did not let the people starve to death. This is your political achievement."

Zhu Cijiong smiled and said, "Yunyang has been restored last month. You are considered an old man from the Ming Dynasty. I decided to add a burden to you."

Chen Mei knelt on the ground with a thud:

"I was confused for the first half of my life. I could win Your Majesty's refusal to abandon you. I burned the incense in my previous life!"

"Stop flattery and do more!"

Zhu Cijiong exclaimed and continued: "Let's wait for the Ministry of Personnel to transfer documents. I'll leave it to you as the position of the prefect of Yunyang!"

Chen Mei was so grateful that she burst into tears.

His Majesty’s credit is his little scholar who can reach the position of prefect!

Zhu Cijiong stood up: "Yunyang is not as good as Neixiang, everything over there is very hard work."

He sighed, "I only have one word to explain to you!"

Chen Mei bent down and bowed: "I swear to fulfill Your Majesty's instructions to the death!"

Zhu Cijiong waved his hand: "Yunyang is too poor, and I am not confident that I can manage and improve it."

He looked at the vaguely visible mountain in the north: "I only have one sentence - one day, I will stop hearing about the old man's cave anymore, and I will be worthy of this land!"

It has only been more than a hundred years since Yunyang was truly included in the jurisdiction of the government.

During the Chenghua period, Yunyang rebelled twice on a large-scale refugee rebellion, which made the court face up to this ancient land.

Eight hundred miles of Qinling Mountains!

There are poor mountains and bad waters everywhere, and the people over there can’t even get enough land for five parts of the land. One of the most miserable places in the country is Yunyang!

In later generations, the country invested more than ten large state-owned enterprises, which changed the poverty situation here.

But the real thing that cannot be starved to death is after the prevalence of working!

Zhu Cijiong had a deep relationship with Yunyang.

It is not because soldiers from Yunyang who have been brave enough to die and fight for the country in this life.

In his previous life, his great-grandfather worked as an official in Yunyang. Since childhood, he has heard a lot of the tragic situation in Yunyang, and his feelings have been planted.

Yunyang, Yunyang!

Zhu Cijiong was indescribable. In this life, he dared not expect Yunyang to become Shiyan in the future.

Even if it is only one-tenth of the achievement, he is enough to comfort his ancestors...

Refusing Chen Mei's banquet, Zhu Cijiong went toward Zijing Town without stopping.

The recruit camp moved to Zijing Town.

This place is one of the end points of Shangluo Ancient Road. Relying on the merchant trade between Guanzhong and Nanyang, this mountain town is extremely prosperous.

After conquering Yunyang, Jiao San, who had just returned, has been waiting on the official road for a long time.

After the greeting, Jiao San spoke directly:

"Your Majesty, Yunyang is so miserable!"

He was filled with emotion: "The generals sent someone to the countryside to ask, and the gentry said that the local mountains are high and dense, and the elderly are easily lost. However, their dodging eyes made the generals know that the people's livelihood is difficult here!"

"I have sent Chen Mei to."

Zhu Cijiong sighed: "Premove sweet potatoes first, this is the best medicine to solve the urgent problem!"

In the face of life and death, what is the point of suffering from stomach problems?

Only by surviving first can you have the opportunity to change your home!

"Your Majesty, many remote places don't know what happened to our Ming Dynasty, and many people even asked about the last general, but it's been a few years since Chenghua..."

Even though the war has transformed Jiao San, whenever he hears about this, he still feels uncomfortable.

To be honest, the Chenghua period was not very rich in the Ming Dynasty, but the people of Yunyang still talked about the goodness of Emperor Chenghua.

Emperor Chenghua sued Yunyang to rebel and rebel, which seemed to have caused great harm to Yunyang, but there was one saying:

No matter how bad it is, it is better than disorder!

Before Chenghua, Yunyang was such a chaotic era.

The gentry exploited and the bandits invaded, and there were bandits who occupied the mountains and became kings everywhere.

No matter how they beautify them, these people have to suck blood!

The people know the most, which is more important, feeding a court or feeding a grass-headed king!

Jiao San sighed and continued, "I heard that the general is His Majesty's subordinate. The villagers all joined the army enthusiastically. This time, I brought back a total of 10,000 new recruits, and even left recruiting points in various counties."

"Try to recruit more soldiers!"

Zhu Cijiong nodded: "Turn the soldiers' families first and free up the farmland for the left-behind people to farm, which can help them a little!"

Jiao San responded and continued: "Your Majesty, I will recommend that we take Sichuan!"

"oh?"

Zhu Cijiong raised his eyebrows: "It is not difficult to take Sichuan. What is difficult is that if you want to march into Sichuan in a big way, you need to take Hanzhong first."

"But Wang Fuchen is doing good to us. If we take Hanzhong, Wang Fuchen will be threatened. Once this person becomes hostile to us, his contact with Chahar will be interrupted!"

"The Battle of the Yangtze River is a must-fight after our autumn harvest. Before that, Wang Fuchen must be stable!"

"You can go to Zigui!"

Jiao San said with a serious look: "Your Majesty, although the road to Zigui is difficult, it is still easy for small-scale soldiers to enter."

"The Qing soldiers only have 20,000 troops in Sichuan. If we want to attack Sichuan, we only need 10,000 elite soldiers!"

Zhu Cijiong remained silent: "Tell me what you plan!"

Jiao Sanhui said: "Your Majesty, Sichuan has few people. In the wars, the Qing soldiers fought in Sichuan for more than ten years. Now the urban population is only 20,000 to 30,000. Many county towns, even prefecture cities, are like ghosts in broad daylight.

Yunyang has many people and few land. If we take over Sichuan, we can place the people here.

With the fertility of the land here, we can reach a balance of income and expenditure in that year. In this way, we know that in a year, Sichuan will become a source of wealth for us!”

"The tiger is seriously ill!"

Zhu Cijiong shook his head.

When Huguang filled Sichuan in later generations, someone transported 500 households to Sichuan. After arriving, only dozens of households were left by tigers, and when they arrived, there were only a dozen households left!

"It can be matched with a musket!"
Chapter completed!