No matter how turbulent the situation on the East Asian continent is, the sun still rises every day.

Zhu Youlang didn't get up lazily until the sun dried his buttocks, and after a simple wash and breakfast, he walked out of the tent to meet those who had been singled out and planned to be grassroots officials.

"The villain has seen Your Majesty." More than a dozen soldiers wearing tattered mandarin duck jackets knelt down and saluted together.

"Excuse me, give me a seat." Zhu Youlang waved his hand, and the eunuchs moved more than a dozen benches or small stools.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"We're here to get down to business, so we don't have to be so polite." Zhu Youlang is still a modern person who thinks by inertia. "Does everybody know how to read?"

When asked, the situation is quite optimistic, and the vast majority of people know a few hundred words.

"Good." Hearing that there was no illiteracy among all the staff, Zhu Youlang expressed his happiness: "This Tuweizi rules about 10,000 people around it, divided into 22 villages. According to the scouts, none of these villages have walls, so taking this earthen enclosure is effectively gaining the dominion of these 22 villages. However, there is a language barrier. I have called you here so that you can manage these villages on my behalf. ”

Seeing that everyone bowed their heads and was silent, Zhu Youlang continued: "What do you want to do with these villages? First, the land should be distributed to every household in an equal manner. Second, grain is collected from each village during the summer and autumn harvests each year. Third, ensure the tranquility of the ground. ”

"Got it?"

"The villain understands."

"Well, since you want to divide the fields, you have to be able to count. I ask you, how big is a field that is eighty paces long and fifty paces wide? ”

Everyone was stunned at once, and no one spoke.

After a long time, a voice said timidly: "Your Majesty, the long and wide people know it, and the big ones also know it, but the long and wide and the big ......."

"Poof......" Zhu Youlang had a loveless expression. Am I whimsical that I can reform the land by grabbing a random group of people? Even the later generations of upper elementary school students are better than them! Without basic education, it's hard to do anything! ”

Helplessly, Zhu Youlang had to make a cameo appearance as a primary school math teacher, and told them about basic mathematical knowledge such as addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, what is area, what is volume, etc., and everyone who listened to it was in a fog and shouted magically.

Looking at their seemingly understandable appearances, Zhu Youlang felt that they would forget in less than two hours. So I let them disperse first, and planned to go back and write a simple booklet for them to learn: if I let someone else write it, according to the style of ancient Chinese mathematics books, I am afraid that these big and bold people will not be able to understand a word.

"Your Majesty, it's time to enter the city." Li Guotai ran over and said.

"Let's go." Only then did Zhu Youlang remember that there was also an item in today's agenda to enter the city. Now that you have decided to stay here, it is better to live in a house than in a tent.

Originally, Zhu Youlang still wanted to get an entry into the city or something, but he dispelled this idea after looking at the military appearance of the Praetorian Guards--- he couldn't even kick the right step, this entry into the city was too embarrassing, right?

However, there is still to be a speech, as a traverser, Zhu Youlang has always believed that he can better buy people's hearts than the ancients. So, a simple wooden platform was erected under the city wall.

Except for the guards around Zhu Youlang, most of the soldiers saw the emperor for the first time, which made them look at the man in the dragon robe on the stage like a monkey in a zoo. However, Zhu Youlang didn't find it himself, but just took out a horizontal manuscript and read it.

"Heroic Ming officers and soldiers! You followed me, from Guilin to Guiyang, from Guiyang to Yunnan, from Yunnan to here. In order to protect my safety, some of you have lost your families, some have lost your comrades, and some of you have fallen behind several times but still insist on keeping up, just to protect the fire of the Ming Dynasty. I would like to thank you all! ”

Zhu Youlang is not unaware of the thinking gap between the ancients and modern people, but on the contrary, he wants to take advantage of this thinking gap. The superiors of this era are not the kind of "good things are said and bad things are done" in later generations, but more "bad things are said and bad things are done." "In an age where it's impossible to even be nominally equal, saying nice things about the people below can often have an unexpected effect.

Sure enough, the soldiers in the audience were stunned. They could never have imagined that the emperor would come forward to thank them. As the Praetorian Guard, they didn't encounter any major battles, they just ran all the way, just ran with them, can they be thanked by the emperor?

Several soldiers in the crowd immediately bowed down and said: "The emperor is gracious, and the villain is willing to go to the soup for the emperor!" ”

That's right, it's To. However, these toots are all soldiers who have been eaten by Zhu Youlang in the past few days, and their gratitude is sincere, and others are also driven, some kowtow and some shout slogans to show loyalty, so it is not lively.

Zhu Youlang turned his head to look at Li Guotai who was off the stage, Li Guotai understood and hurriedly asked the little eunuchs to distribute the rewards. Each soldier was given a piece of cloth, a couple of strips of jerky. The "poor" Zhu Youlang really can't give anything more.

In this ghost place where there is no village and no shop, it is much more useful to send things than to send money, a piece of cloth can make a dress for soldiers, the extra scraps can be pasted on the soles of shoes, and dried meat can be eaten for almost a month. The soldiers are all bitter, and the bitter haha who have benefited from it have a simple smile on their faces.

"Everyone has been running with me for so long, they are all tired. So, I decided to stop here and not run away! The big guys can also rest and rest, if they want to run away in the future, it must be to the north to recover the rivers and mountains! The two pieces of good news were superimposed, which made the soldiers in the audience really happy, and they couldn't help jumping up and cheering. If Zhu Youlang was among them, he would probably be thrown into the sky by them. Of course, the vast majority of people still don't believe in the words of recovering rivers and mountains.

After mobilizing the hearts of the people again, Zhu Youlang finished his speech and walked into the city, stepping into the house that originally belonged to the city lord--- and now it is naturally his palace.

Although the "Imperial Palace" is narrow, it is much better than the place where the previous sunset was made. There are enough rooms in the house, and the queen, the prince and several concubines can each have a room. The family "reunited", thinking of those days in Guilin and Yunnan, and wept with emotion.

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Qianguo said, since you want to settle down here, can you ask Your Majesty to give this city a Han name?" Li Guotai pulled him out of the desolate atmosphere.

"Bring pen and paper."

The snow-white rice paper was spread out, and Zhu Youlang splashed ink and wrote two big characters from right to left: ZTE. But I felt awkward when I thought about it, so I added the word "city".

"The mountain is not high, there are immortals, the water is not deep, and the dragon is spiritual." Because of the big dragon Zhu Youlang, since then, this small city that has not left a name in the original history has a well-known name: Zhongxing City.

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Two days later.

Zhu Youlang left Zhongxing City with 600 people to "drive the royal expedition", of course, he was accompanied by a general soldier: Wang Zijin.

In later generations, Zhu Youlang did not see any information about him, only knew that he died in the cursed water disaster. The only thing that is certain is that Wang Zijin's command can definitely blow himself up.

It is now the first month of the lunar calendar, and there is still a little time before the bloody battle of Mopan Mountain in history. As long as he can maintain a normal marching speed, he will be able to participate in the battle with Li Dingguo.

As long as this battle can be won, Zhu Youlang will have enough time to carry out weapon innovation--- such as replacing arquebuses with flintlock pistols and developing larger artillery. Although it is possible to be learned by the Manchus, it is better to have a little advantage in time than nothing.

"If I could know the ratio of important materials, such as ductile iron from a certain time-traveling novel, I could make better weapons... Alas, if only I were a science student! ”

However, everything in the car is just a fantasy, if the battle of Mopanshan is lost, Zhu Youlang will almost inevitably be captured, but he will die earlier than in history.

The butterfly's wings have already flapped a lot, and Zhu Youlang can't guarantee that if Lu Guisheng is killed, there will be no second person to inform, and there is no guarantee that Li Dingguo can play a command level that is not lower than that in history.

But Zhu Youlang had no choice.