The mother river of the Chinese nation, after hundreds of Chinese ancestors and thousands of years of continuous felling of trees in the surrounding basins, finally became a postpartum depressed shrew, to the Song Dynasty, the Yellow River floods and bursts have almost become a daily routine. The impact is that the economic center has irreversibly shifted southward to the Yangtze River basin.

However, the damage in the Yangtze River basin is just as severe.

Yunmengze in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period has long disappeared at this time, leaving only a legendary Dongting Lake of 800 miles, with the continuous increase in population, more and more mountains have been cut down trees, and the red loam soil has been developed into low-yield fields, these places need to spend more time, but the output is less than that of flat land, if it is not for the population explosion, no one will do such a thankless thing.

But if you don't, you'll starve your newborn child to death.

It is not that no one is unaware of the dangers of indiscriminate logging, the wise Chinese sages Mencius, Xunzi and others have long put forward the idea of protecting the natural environment, and all dynasties have banned hunting in spring and summer...... However, in the face of a battle royale situation for land, population and food, there will be fewer men who can feed if there is less food to eat.

If there are fewer men to feed them, then their own families will be at a disadvantage in the struggle for water and land, and the squires who pay taxes in the countryside may feel that they are bullying and throw the taxes of other families or their own families on their heads.

Therefore, after the good people who "protect the environment" were all eaten out, the remaining people were like a group of crazy wolf dogs, constantly fighting for the few remaining bones in this terrible last days. A few years later, in the prosperous Kangqian era, in fact, it was only by encouraging the reclamation of cultivated land, the introduction of new crops, the expulsion of barbarians and other means to delay this process, to the "Jiadao in the decline" period, the Manchus fell into this terrible battle royale, this problem was not completely solved until New China through modern agricultural technology.

This is also the greatest motivation for Zhu Youlang to insist on personally compiling teaching materials and teaching soldiers and students with the respect of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. Replace firewood with coal so that the Chinese can have enough to eat; Only by replacing wood and earth with steel and bricks can the Chinese live in houses that can shelter from the wind and rain; Replace linen with a chemical fiber jacket so that every Chinese is not easy to freeze in winter... Industry is not just a process, it is a result.

Since the land issue was directly raised, Zhu Youlang did not hide the complaints about the landlords in his heart, and expressed the difficult problem of land reform.

From Zhu Youlang's point of view, his bureaucratic team can be said to be the worst of the various protagonists he knows: there are about hundreds of retired officers and soldiers, whose highest level of education is only the junior primary level of later generations, and there are more than 100 children, Xiucai and even children who have not yet reached the readership, although these people have studied since childhood, but the advantage is that they know thousands of Chinese characters, which is really enough in a place like Myanmar... It is equivalent to saying that Zhu Youlang's most trusted team is composed of himself, a college student, and a group of third- and fourth-grade elementary school students?

According to the generals' ideas, they have to take a group of primary school students to take over the whole of Yunnan?

Holding back the laughter at this comical situation, Zhu Youlang tried his best to explain in a language that people of this era could understand, why he was not in a hurry to march into Yunnan.

"Your Majesty... The king of Jin asks to see..."A eunuch with an ugly face and not very popular was sent to pass the word. Obviously, the two big minks beside the emperor thought that this errand was thankless, so they were reluctant to send even their own cronies.

Zhu Youlang frowned slightly, but considering the identity of the King of Jin, he still decided to let him in, after all, if the King of Jin and Sun Kewang, who defected to the Manchu Qing Dynasty, had an idea, he might have been a corpse when he crossed over.

"People... Don't forget your roots..."

Seeing Li Dingguo coming, Zhao Quanzhong hurriedly said that he wanted to avoid it, but he was forcibly left behind by Zhu Youlang: "I expected that the King of Jin came here to persuade me to send troops north as soon as possible, so it is better for the two of you to say it together." ”

Zhao Quanzhong had no choice but to nod and agree, but for fear of robbing King Jin's lines, he carefully closed his mouth and handed over the dominance.

"Your Majesty." After Li Dingguo saluted, he didn't say a word and couldn't kneel for a long time.

"King Jin, what are you doing, hurry up!" Since Zhu Youlang crossed, Li Dingguo has basically sat and talked with him, but this time he was unusually long and couldn't kneel.

"I beg your pardon for being too old to drive for Your Majesty." Li Dingguo respectfully took out a bunch of seals and documents that Zhu Youlang had given him from his arms.

"I can't do it! The King of Jin is the pillar of the country, if the Ming Dynasty is without the King of Jin, how should I act? At this moment, Zhu Youlang panicked. Although Li Dingguo has actually returned most of the power to himself, if there is no Li Dingguo town, who knows what will happen to those military leaders who surrendered to the Manchus in history? Even Li Dingguo's son, Li Sixing, eventually became the Manchu commander-in-chief of Ningxia.

After three exhortations, Li Dingguo finally couldn't help it.

Historically, Li Dingguo died of illness three years later, and at this time, his health was not very good due to years of fighting. Seeing that the emperor suddenly had the idea of favoring Burma after revealing his dominant atmosphere, Li Dingguo instantly lost his spirit. If it is just to guard Burma, Li Dingguo feels that his subordinates are fully capable of doing it, so why do they keep it for themselves?

In the second half of Nanming, Li Dingguo was the best firefighter in the audience, and now that the fire is extinguished, the owner said that he was making do with it in the corner warehouse, and he still kept showing off how he had protected the master, isn't that a repliminary?

The two made the most beneficial choice from their own perspective.

Li Dingguo insisted on going home to the old man, but Zhu Youlang resolutely refused to allow it. When the two talked about their excitement, they even pushed and shoved Zhao Quanzhong's face, like adults who gave red envelopes to the children at home. The eunuchs shrank aside with interest, as if they hadn't seen this great disrespect.

"Your Majesty... If it is just to guard Burma, what is the use of ministers, the talents of Guangchang Gong and others are completely enough to block a few passes and prevent the eastern captives from entering. If the minister does not return, will he not provoke Chinese and foreign discussions. ”

"King Jin really thinks that I am like Zhao Goye?" Zhu Youlang pretended to be angry. "If I only want to be the king of Burma, I should go south to Siam, Khmer and other places, and move my trip to Ayutthaya or Chai stick, instead of staying in Ava, which is hundreds of miles away from Yunnan!"

"At the time, everyone thought that I was taking a partial approach, but I didn't expect that King Jin was also confused!"

"Although the King of Jin is the same age as me, his experience is far better than mine, and it is no problem to go north to Yunnan at this time, or even Sichuan and Guangxi, but where can I find so many officials to govern such a vast territory?"

"The King of Jin also knows that plan, a small county of 20,000 or 30,000 people, at least forty or fifty officials, to govern more than two million people in Burma, I'm afraid that if it is not a few thousand officials, take Yunnan, this number will be tens of thousands, how can I get these people together to receive?"

Zhu Youlang was sweating profusely, and he roared out almost hoarsely.

When Zhu Youlang was troubled by the rumors of "the gentleman of partial peace, Zhao Gou of Myanmar", Fan Wencheng, who stayed in the capital, felt that his brain wanted to stretch out, and he dissipated heat outside his skull. From the anxious Shunzhi to the family members of the Eight Banners who participated in the south, almost everyone was asking him about various questions, and Shunzhi even planned to open a VIP suite for Fan Wencheng in the palace...... Everyone knows that the idea of going south to let almost half of the Eight Banners press the formation and take the green camp to the rescue was Fan Wencheng. Although Fan Wencheng wanted to close the door to thank the guests, he really couldn't refuse the power and status of some people, and some ambiguous words couldn't satisfy them.

This collective anxiety reached its peak when the news of the Qing army's entry into Xuzhou came back---- and when the news came back, the south might have already started fighting!

Shunzhi was scolded by the Queen Mother, and no longer used Fan Wencheng as a point reader. It was the women of those Manchurian nobles who kept trying to take the route of the lady to find out something, Fan Wencheng did have a relationship in the army--- he himself went into battle when he was young, but no matter how powerful his relationship was, it was impossible to fly faster than the carrier pigeon, and was "indirectly asked" by a group of long-tongued women, Fan Wencheng almost wanted to die.

is not only irritable and anxious, Fan Wencheng's heart is also full of doubts. Even if the imperial court suffered a major defeat, these people would not be afraid to inquire about the news like Huangkou Xiaoer. Looking at the most common four-color gifts piled up in the warehouse, Fan Wencheng kicked it angrily.

A few green vegetables that were rare in winter rolled out, but Fan Wencheng did not pity these rare treasures at all. "Throw all this out!"

The servant came in and carried out the bags of brown paper. As soon as Fan Wencheng left, the servants were happy. Since the master doesn't want to eat it, then we can do it for you and throw it away? Do fools really throw it away?

The male servant guarding the warehouse picked out some that could be eaten directly, and distributed them to a few familiar servants, these people were all slaves of the whole family, and naturally lived in the Fan Mansion, several families together exceeded 10 people, and there were a few half-sized children who could eat it, and after a while, the food was wiped out by the yellow-faced and thin-skinned slaves.