I

After writing a letter to Chen Maosheng, Zhao Han sent a group letter to all the mayors of the poor counties asking them to report on the situation of the mountain residents.

Town mayors responded one after another, complaining that the mountain residents were difficult to manage.

Take Yongning County as an example. There are only three towns in the county. If the town mayor visits the homes of mountain residents, he sometimes has to travel for a day or two each way. He basically relies on the village chiefs of each village for self-governance (the village chiefs have no salary and rely entirely on generating electricity with love, otherwise the finances will be dragged to collapse).

Moreover, it has been three months since we captured Yongning County, and the work of dividing the fields in the mountains has not yet been completed.

Looking at the report from Longquan County, the work of dividing the fields has also not been completed because the mountain roads are too difficult to walk.

Fortunately, the mountain people in these places do not stick together like the Hakka people, and the contradiction between man and land is also more prominent. As long as officials are dispatched and fields are distributed to them, the mountain people will support Zhao Han, and the missionary group and farmers' association will develop smoothly.

After Zhao Han thought carefully, he wrote an article: "Government in the mountains is about paving the way."

This article was copied by secretaries and immediately sent to county and town officials.

The main job of those mountainous officials in the future is to organize villagers to build roads. The road sections are divided into sections and assigned to villages and towns. Each village is responsible for its own section, cultivating during busy times and building roads during leisure times.

Of course, the promotion of sweet potatoes and corn cannot be relaxed either.

Especially sweet potatoes, the mountainous areas are barren, and those things can keep farmers fed.

As for taxes, Zhao Han actually doesn't expect that the mountain people can support the local officials. It's already good if the General Military Mansion does not allocate funds.

Zhao Han slowly walked back to the inner house and invited Pang Chunlai and Li Banghua to his house for dinner.

It was not yet evening, and the three of them were sitting in the courtyard drinking tea.

Zhao Han took out a piece of paper, handed it out and said, "The characters have been compiled. Let the two gentlemen take a look."

Pang Chunlai glanced at it and handed it to Li Banghua. Li Banghua glanced at it and handed it back to Zhao Han.

It’s been more than half a year since my son was born, and he still hasn’t given a name.

Originally, Zhao Han took one, but both Pang Chunlai and Li Banghua objected. This is the future prince, so he must be careful in naming him because it will set corresponding rules for his descendants.

For example, Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son was named Zhu Biao, so all his sons had the character "木" next to them.

They asked Zhao Han to prepare the pedigree, and even participated in helping to formulate it, but Zhao Han rejected everything he came up with.

Now, Zhao Han has made a name for himself, and the descendants of the past dynasties are ranked as follows: to help the world and the people, to govern the country and stabilize the country. To live in peace and comfort for the poor, never forget your first ambition. Wenchang is victorious in martial arts, repairing internally and fighting externally. Selecting talents and promoting talents will bring great light.

Li Banghua reminded: "Only thirty-two characters, is it too few?"

Zhao Han said with a smile: "I still think it's too much. It can pass down twenty emperors, and even if I die, I can wake up with a smile. There are many generations designated by Ming Taizu. How many generations can the Ming Emperor use?"

Li Banghua was speechless for a moment, he had never seen anything like this.

Let alone the founder of the country, even an ordinary wealthy family would have a long list. Zhao Han, on the other hand, was short of thirty-two words, and seemed to think that his descendants would pass on the country for too long.

"It's better to add thirty-two more words." Pang Chunlai suggested.

Zhao Han shook his head and said: "It is ridiculous to be proud of all the dynasties if it can be passed down for thirty-two generations. If it continues for thirty-two generations, then it is the ability of the descendants. It will not be too late for them to renew the contract when the time comes."

Zhao Han dipped his fingers in tea and wrote the name of his eldest son - Zhao Kuanghuan - on the stone table.

This name is also very particular. Zhao Han didn't want to be particular about it, but the ministers insisted on it.

Ming is the virtue of fire, and water can defeat fire, so it is destiny for Zhao Han to replace Ming Dynasty. Otherwise, why does the name contain Shuipian?

Water produces wood, so sons should bear the character wood.

Huan, big, mighty.

Zhao Kuanghuan, Zhao Kuanghuan... Li Banghua recited it twice, always feeling a little awkward. Fortunately, Zhao Han did not name his son Zhao Kuangyin.

Zhao Han was also very awkward. Do his descendants also need a periodic table of elements?

"Second brother, I'm back!"

Zhao Zhenfang jumped in with her schoolbag on her back.

When they saw Pang Chunlai and Li Banghua, they immediately bowed and saluted: "Mr. Pang, Mr. Li."

"Okay!" Pang Chunlai said happily.

Li Banghua sat with his hands clasped and did not stand up. He wanted to stand up before, but was stopped several times by Zhao Han.

Zhao Han asked: "What did you learn today?"

Zhao Zhenfang stood behind her brother, lying on the back of the chair and said: "I learned arithmetic in the morning, and I have already learned it. In the afternoon I practiced calligraphy, recited Tang poetry, and taught female celebrities."

"That's right, study hard." Zhao Han encouraged.

The girls' schools run by the gentry did not teach the Four Books and Five Classics, and Zhao Han did not force it. There were really not many female teachers who knew that stuff.

To be honest, the more Zhao Han studied Neo-Confucianism, the more he felt that Neo-Confucianism was profound and profound, and its philosophical thoughts would influence China for hundreds of years to come. Even in the 21st century, many words and deeds of Chinese people have been subtly influenced by Neo-Confucianism without even realizing it.

Zhao Han did not intend to abolish Neo-Confucianism, but many contents had to be deleted.

At the same time, scientific ideas should also be introduced. In the future, scholars cannot be selected purely based on eight-part essays.

To be precise, it is not introduction, but inspiration and creation. Because the West is now in a mess, messing around with hammers and hammers. Newton had to wait until the year before Chongzhen hanged himself to be born.

Zhao Han wanted to re-edit the elementary school textbooks, but he was busy with military and political affairs all day long and had no time to do it himself. He was not satisfied with what the scholars had compiled.

Not long after, Xiyue came to call everyone to eat, and Fei Rulan had already set out the dishes.

Li Banghua sighed every time he saw it. Even in ordinary wealthy families, few hostesses set the dishes themselves.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Come in!"

A military secretary from the Secretariat sent a translated secret letter despite the fact that Zhao Han was eating.

Zhao Han smiled immediately after reading it and said: "Chongzhen has officially resumed supervising the army, and Gao Qiqian also got the title of 'director'."

Pang Chunlai and Li Banghua looked at each other and said at the same time: "Congratulations to the town!"

Chongzhen recalled all eunuchs before, but later only redeployed them on a small scale, and their power was not particularly great.

This year, the Tatars broke through the customs and left the capital with a swagger of 180,000 plundered livestock, as well as many people and goods. They even put up a wooden sign on the edge of the Great Wall saying "Officials are free of charge."

As expected, the civil servants and generals did not dare to send him off, and sat back and watched the Qing army retreat calmly.

Chongzhen was so stimulated that he completely lost his trust in civil and military affairs. Not only did he re-send eunuchs, but the power of the eunuchs became even greater, reaching the peak of the entire Ming Dynasty!

Alas, the poor Ming Dynasty supervisors are already having a hard time doing things, and they will have to be pointed out by the eunuchs in the future.

Li Banghua asked: "Has the eunuch army arrived in Jiangxi?"

"No," Zhao Han said with a smile, "I guess I just left Beijing and it will take another month or two to arrive."

Li Banghua was even more surprised. Zhao Han's spies were so powerful. The news reached Ji'an Mansion before the eunuch left the capital.

In fact, it is not that mysterious. Before appointing eunuchs to supervise the army in various places, relevant news will spread quickly. The group of scholars in Fushe all quarreled, and they all clamored to go to Shu to stop them. After the Yangzhou secret agent got the news, he immediately sent it to Jiujiang, and Jiujiang sent it to Nanchang, where Xu Ying forwarded it to Zhao Han.

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"Cough cough cough cough..."

Zhu Xieyuan received the news one day later than Zhao Han. He lay in bed stupidly for a long time, and suddenly he couldn't stop coughing.

Your Majesty, you are confused!

In fact, whether to send eunuchs or not has nothing to do with Zhu Xieyuan, because he is extremely ill and now has difficulty getting out of bed to eat.

"Supervisor, Mr. Wang would like to see you."

"Let him in."

Wang Tingzhen came to the hospital bed, cupped his hands and said, "Meet the supervisor."

"Sit down." Zhu Xieyuan was weak.

After Wang Tingshi was captured, he was released after only half a month. He announced to the public that he hid in an old friend's house, fell ill and recuperated before quietly escaping back to Nanchang Mansion.

Wang Tingshi sighed and said: "Superintendent, after the last defeat, all the sons of good families were unwilling to join the army. It is impossible to recruit soldiers when he was born in the countryside late in life."

Zhu Xieyuan said with relief: "It's not your fault, it's my improper command. I've already gone to the hospital to plead guilty, and asked the Third Division of Jiangxi Province to recommend you for reinstatement. Why can't I just wait for the emperor's order slowly?"

Wang Tingshi glanced outside the door and whispered: "Supervisor, from Nanchang to Jiujiang, everyone is now afraid of the Zhao thieves. Even if we can recruit soldiers, it may be difficult to fight in the future, and the officers and soldiers will definitely flee."

"Help me sit up." Zhu Xieyuan said.

Wang Tingshi hurriedly helped Zhu Xieyuan, holding the edge of the bed, sitting up with great difficulty.

The supervisor said: "In the battle of Fengcheng, all the officers and soldiers were lost, and there were no more usable soldiers in northern Jiangxi. If it were another bandit, I am afraid that they would have to expand massively, and they could conquer several mansions. But the Zhao bandit was sinking. If I can hold my anger, I just send people to form a peasant association and wait until things are done. I can't find such rebels after searching through history books. Their ambitions are very high. I don't have much time left. I am not afraid of being punished for my words. If the Ming Dynasty is great, If it is overthrown, the one who conquers the world will be a thief!"

Wang Tingshi followed Zhu Xieyuan's wishes and said: "In the opinion of the Supervisor, everything outside Nanchang Fucheng and Nanchang County is now in the hands of the Peasants' Association. Farmers and tenants have joined the Peasants' Association one after another, and even some poor scholars have been I was bewitched by the Zhao thief. This year’s autumn grain will definitely not be harvested.”

The collection date of autumn grain tax is from the harvest of autumn grain to before February of the following year.

When the peasant associations developed, officials in the cities did not dare to go out and hid in prefectural and county towns.

The big landowners did not dare to stop the peasant association. In fact, in the battle of Fengcheng, the officers and soldiers suffered a terrible defeat. They were afraid that if they attacked the Peasants' Association, they would be liquidated by Zhao Han, which would result in the destruction of their entire clan.

Nowadays, rumors are flying all over the sky. Some say that Zhao Han knows magic, some say that Zhao Han descends from the stars, and some say that Zhao Han is a slave of the Fei family in Qianshan.

In order to hide his identity as much as possible, Zhao Han also sent people to spread rumors. Sometimes he said that he was a slave of a certain tribe in Jishui, sometimes he said that he was a son of a certain tribe in Le'an, sometimes he said that he was a son of a merchant from a certain tribe in Fuzhou, and sometimes he said that he was actually a private citizen. Salt dealer.

There were too many rumors, and the government was unable to determine the truth, so it was too lazy to track down Qianshan Fei.

At this moment, Fei Yinghuan is still serving as the magistrate of Fujian.

Wang Tingshi said in a low voice: "Ding Kuichu, the envoy to the left, has been ill for several days. I am afraid that this person will hang up and leave."

Zhu Xieyuan was silent, and even the chief envoy was frightened. Can Jiangxi be saved?

Wang Tingshi took out another booklet, handed it over and said, "Superintendent, this is the anti-thief book that has been circulated recently."

Zhu Xieyuan opened it and was completely speechless.

"Records of Female Generals of Datong".

It contains one hundred and eight female missionaries, from their names to their resumes, written clearly.

If "The Collection of Datong" is for readers, then this thing is specifically for women.