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  Chapter 209 207 [Kuang character generation] (addition for the lord "Huai Nanyue")

   After writing to Chen Maosheng, Zhao Han sent mass letters to the mayors of all poor counties asking them to report the situation of the mountain people.

  The town mayors replied one after another, complaining that the mountain people are not easy to manage.

  Take Yongning County as an example, there are only three towns in the whole county. If the town mayor visits the homes of mountain residents, sometimes he has to walk for a day or two each way, basically relying on the village chiefs of each village to exercise self-government (village chiefs have no salary, and rely entirely on using love to generate electricity, otherwise the finances will be dragged to collapse).

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

  Looking at the report of Longquan County again, the work of dividing the fields was also not completed, and the reason was that the mountain roads were too difficult to walk.

  Fortunately, the mountain people in these places are not as grouped as the Hakka people, and the conflict between people and land is more prominent. As long as the officials are sent and the land is distributed to them, the mountain people support Zhao Han very much, and the missionary group and the peasant association can develop smoothly.

  After careful consideration, Zhao Han wrote an article: "Governance in the Mountains, Paving the Way is Essential".

  This article, after being transcribed by the secretaries, was immediately sent to the county and town officials.

  The main job of the officials in the mountainous area in the future is to organize the villagers to build roads. The road sections are divided into villages and towns, and each village is responsible for its own section, farming when it is busy, and building roads when it is free.

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

   Especially sweet potatoes, the mountains are barren, and that stuff can make farmers full.

  As for taxes and so on, Zhao Han actually doesn’t expect that the mountain people can support the local officials.

  Zhao Han walked back to the inner house slowly, and invited Pang Chunlai and Li Banghua to have dinner at home.

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

  Zhao Han took out a piece of paper, handed it out, and said, "The character generation is finished, and the two gentlemen will take a look."

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

   It has been more than half a year since the son was born, and he has not been named.

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

  For example, Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son is called Zhu Biao, so all his sons are next to the word "wood".

  They asked Zhao Han to prepare the genealogical characters, and even participated in helping to formulate, but Zhao Han vetoed the whole thing.

   Now, Zhao Han has made his own character generation, and the descendants of the past dynasties are sorted as follows: to help the people and govern the country. An Fu poor poor, never forget the original aspirations. Wenchang Wusheng, internal repair and external struggle. Selecting the virtuous and emphasizing the ability will bring great light to the people.

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

  Zhao Han said with a smile: "I still think it's too much. I can pass on twenty emperors, and I can wake up laughingly even if they die. Ming Taizu has a lot of characters. How many generations can the Ming emperor use?"

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

  Not to mention that the founding monarch determined the generation, even the ordinary big clan would have a long list. Fortunately, Zhao Han, with only thirty-two characters, seems to think that the descendants have passed on the country for too long.

   "It's better to add another thirty-two characters." Pang Chunlai suggested.

  Zhao Han shook his head and said: "It is ridiculous to be proud of the previous dynasties if it can be passed down for thirty-two generations. If it goes on for thirty-two generations, it is the ability of the descendants. It will not be too late for them to renew the order."

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

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

  Ming is the virtue of fire, and water can overcome fire, so it is destiny for Zhao Han to replace the Ming Dynasty. Otherwise, why does the name just have water next to it?

  Water grows wood, so sons should carry wooden characters.

  Huan, big, mighty.

  Zhao Kuanghuan, Zhao Kuanghuan... Li Banghua said it twice, always feeling a little awkward. Fortunately, Zhao Han didn't name his son Zhao Kuangyin.

  Zhao Han is also very awkward. Could it be that his descendants also have a periodic table?

   "Second brother, I'm back!"

  Zhao Zhenfang came bouncing in with her schoolbag on her back.

   Seeing Pang Chunlai and Li Banghua, he immediately bowed and saluted: "Mr. Pang, Mr. Li."

   "Good!" Pang Chunlai said happily.

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

  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 already knew it. In the afternoon, I practiced calligraphy, recited Tang poems, and taught female celebrities."

   "Not bad, study hard." Zhao Han encouraged.

  Girls’ schools for girls don’t teach the Four Books and Five Classics, and Zhao Han didn’t force them. There are not many female teachers who know how to do that.

  To tell the truth, the more Zhao Han studied Neo-Confucianism, the more he felt that Neo-Confucianism was broad and profound, and his philosophical thoughts influenced China for hundreds of years to come. Even in the 21st century, many words and deeds of Chinese people are subtly influenced by Neo-Confucianism without knowing it.

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

  At the same time, scientific thinking should also be introduced, and in the future we cannot simply use stereotyped essays to select scholars.

  To be precise, it is not introduction, but inspiration and creation. Because the West is also in a mess now, with a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west, Newton would not be born until the year before Chongzhen hanged himself.

  Zhao Han really wanted to recompile the elementary school textbooks, but he was busy with military and political affairs all day long, so he didn't have time to do it himself, and he was not satisfied with the stuff compiled by those scholars.

   Not long after, Xiyue came to invite everyone to eat, and Fei Rulan had already set the table and chopsticks.

  Li Banghua sighed every time he saw it. It was an ordinary rich family, and there were not many hostesses who set the dishes by themselves.

   "Boom boom boom!"

"Come in!"

  A military secretary of the Academy of Secretaries, regardless of Zhao Han's eating, sent a secret letter that had been translated.

  Zhao Han laughed immediately after reading it: "Chongzhen has officially resumed supervising the army, and Gao Qiqian still has the title of 'Director'."

  Pang Chunlai and Li Banghua looked at each other and said at the same time, "Hexi Chief Town!"

   Before Chongzhen, the eunuchs were fully recalled, but they were only resent in a small area later, and the power was not particularly great.

  This year, the Tartars broke through the customs, took 180,000 plundered livestock, and a lot of people and property, and left Gyeonggi swaggeringly.

  The civil servants and military generals did not dare to send them off, and sat and watched the Qing army retreat calmly.

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

  Alas, the poor supervisors of the Ming Dynasty, it is difficult to do things in the first place, and they will still be instructed by eunuchs in the future.

  Li Banghua asked: "Has the **** and supervisor army arrived in Jiangxi?"

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

   Li Banghua was even more surprised at once, Zhao Han's spies were really powerful, the **** hadn't even left the capital yet, the news actually reached Ji'an Mansion.

   Actually, it’s not that mysterious. Before the eunuchs are appointed to supervise the army, relevant news will spread quickly. After Yangzhou secret agents got the news, they immediately sent it to Jiujiang, and Jiujiang sent it to Nanchang, and Xu Ying forwarded it to Zhao Han.

  …

   "Cough cough cough cough..."

  Zhu Xieyuan got the news a day later than Zhao Han. He lay on the bed for a long time, and suddenly coughed uncontrollably.

  Your Majesty, you are so confused!

   In fact, it has nothing to do with Zhu Xieyuan whether to send eunuchs or not, because he is already terminally ill, and now it is difficult to even get out of bed to eat.

   "Supervisor, please see Mr. Wang."

   "Let him in."

  Wang Tingshi 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 only held for half a month before being released. He claimed to the outside world that he hid in an old friend's house, recuperated after being ill, and then quietly fled back to Nanchang Mansion.

  Wang Tingshi sighed and said: "Master, the last time I was defeated, all the sons of good families were unwilling to join the army. It is impossible for Wansheng to recruit soldiers in the countryside."

  Zhu Xieyuan said with relief: "It's not your fault, it's my misdirection. I have already pleaded guilty, and asked the Jiangxi Third Division to recommend you to come back. After all, I can only wait for the emperor's order slowly."

  Wang Tingshi glanced at the door and said in a low voice: "Master, from Nanchang to Jiujiang, everyone fears the Zhao bandits. Even if soldiers can be recruited, it may be difficult to fight in the future. The officers and soldiers will definitely flee."

   "Help me sit up." Zhu Xieyuan said.

  Wang Ting tried to help him quickly, Zhu Xieyuan supported the edge of the bed, and sat up with great difficulty.

The supervisor said: "In the battle of Fengcheng, the officers and soldiers were all lost, and there were no soldiers in northern Jiangxi. If it were replaced by other bandits, I'm afraid they would expand on a large scale, and it would be no problem to attack several houses. I have to hold back, just send people to form a peasant association, and wait until the fruits are ripe. I searched the history books, but I can't find such a rebel, and his ambition is very ambitious. I am running out of time, and I am not afraid of being punished for speaking. Overthrow, whoever wins the world will be a thief!"

Wang Tingshi followed Zhu Xieyuan's intention and said: "Supervisor, Nanchang Prefecture and Nanchang County are now in the hands of the peasant association. Farmers and tenants have joined the peasant association one after another. Bewitched by thief Zhao, this year's autumn grain will definitely not be harvested."

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

  When the peasant association developed, the officials in the city did not dare to go out, and they hid in the prefectural and county towns one by one.

  The big landlords did not dare to stop the peasant association. It was really the battle of Fengcheng, and the officers and soldiers were defeated too badly. They were afraid of attacking the peasant association, and they would be liquidated by Zhao Han in the future. At that time, the whole family would be wiped out.

  Rumors are flying all over the sky now, some say that Zhao Han can demonize, some say that Zhao Han is descended 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, saying that he was a slave of a certain clan in Jishui, a son of a concubine of a certain clan in Le'an, a son of a merchant from a certain clan in Fuzhou, and that he was actually a private servant. Saltmonger.

  There are too many rumors, and the government cannot ascertain the truth, so they are too lazy to track down Qianshan Fei.

  At this moment, Fei Yinghuan is still working as a prefect in Fujian.

  Wang Tingshi said in a low voice: "The Zuo Buzheng Ding Kuichu has been sick for several days. I am afraid that this person will hang his seal and leave."

  Zhu Xieyuan remained silent, even the chief envoy was terrified. Can Jiangxi be saved?

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

  Zhu Xieyuan opened it and was completely speechless.

   "Record of Female Generals of Datong".

  According to one hundred and eight female missionary officers, from name to resume, written clearly.

  If it is said that "The Collection of Datong" is for scholars, then this thing is only for women.

  (end of this chapter)