Dongchang fans were already in a daze meditation at the door, neither advance nor retreat, hearing the emperor's desperate tearing, their hearts were full of hair, my lord, do you look at the situation and tear it again, the guy in our hands can't compare with the flying eagle, and the flying eagle is all over as soon as the shooting is fired. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Chengen had already made a look at the emperor to let Zhu Youzhen stop him, but Zhu Youzhen didn't see it, when the emperor's occupational disease was committed, this disease could be cured, and if it was not treated, it would die. Finally heard the queen speak, Dongchang Fanzi shyly dodged the bayonet that was quickly pierced into her nose like a little girl, and left without saying a word, no matter how the emperor roared and took it away, Wang Chengen comforted Zhu Youzhen on the side.

The room was quiet, Wu Xiang and the others wiped the cold sweat on their heads, almost, the emperor was too funny, and they all felt the murderous aura of the pot. The queen said to the pot embarrassedly: "Director of the pot, I'm really sorry, the emperor has such a violent temper, please Haihan." Guoba waved his hand and withdrew the Flying Eagle Squad, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty's words are serious, trivial matter, the answer to the emperor's question must be known to His Majesty, so I won't say more." The big leader is merciful, but also very remorseful and sad, why didn't he get a miracle ten years ago, he could make arrangements as soon as possible, the situation of the Ming Dynasty would not be so critical now, and the people in the customs would rarely suffer from this disaster. My big leader admires the culture of the Ming Dynasty, and believes that the Ming Dynasty is my Chinese suzerain, no one can shake it, and I believe that only the Ming Dynasty can lead the people to the road of prosperity, but now the Ming is sick and needs to be governed, although the pain, my big leader believes that as long as the Ming Dynasty unites as one, it will lead to prosperity and strength. Empress Wu Xiang of Zhou and others were all moved when they heard this, and it was incredible that such incisive words came from the mouths of the foreign ministers outside the Guan, presumably the great leader must have been a man of great wisdom, so successful in the education of his subordinates, and proud of himself as a student of Confucian scholarship. They all got up and saluted the pot back.

Empress Zhou asked very excitedly: "Director Guoba, can you tell us something about the big chief, this palace is very curious." Jiang Yueguang also asked: "Yes, pot boy, tell the old man about the big leader." Guoba buckled his head and thought about it and said: "Our big leader is an ordinary rough man outside the Guan, who is 108,000 miles away from the handsome Shenwu. In terms of force, you can't hunt in the woods, you can't grow crops in the fields, and you can't eat meat and drink wine. Queen Zhou, Wu Xiang and others were almost stunned, laughing and couldn't straighten their waists, Shi Kefa pinched his beard and said: "People can't look good, the sea can't fight, although the big leader looks mediocre, what he can do is earth-shattering, and heroes don't ask where they come from." Not to be underestimated. Everyone nodded their heads.

Guoba also said: "In the past, our tribal people in Heilongjiang were bullied by Tsarist Russia, and Tsarist Russia saw that our Ming Dynasty was in constant civil war, and did not care about the border of Heilongjiang, and wantonly harassed our people, seized my land, and robbed my property. Our great chief, Dural, united with the Heilongjiang tribes to form an alliance, and repelled the Russian invasion again and again, all of which returned with a crushing victory. Tsarist Russia relied on sharp firearms. It's made my tribal alliance suffer a lot. Guoba recalled the past with a faint sadness in his heart, and his brother was not pretending to be forced. It's true. Let Queen Zhou and the ministers feel embarrassed and guilty, and the Ming sect master, he has not done anything serious for more than ten years, and he has been torn apart and coaxed by himself every year, and the border has been invaded by Tsarist Russia and occupied the territory of my Ming Dynasty. It's a great shame to kill my people, and this Ming sect master is powerless!

Guoba said excitedly: "The big leader learned from the pain, and gathered the tribe's strength to learn the manufacture of firearms in Tsarist Russia, but he was never able to do it. This miracle was achieved by chance! Obtained the magic method of steelmaking, and made a god-killing weapon! And through miracles to know the situation in the world, for the Ming people are deeply worried, do not hesitate to reduce their own lifespan, frequently use miracles to ask God to ask for advice to save the Ming Dynasty, only to come up with this method, send my flying eagle team to sneak into the capital secretly, to get the big leader's clever calculation, the eagle team has today's action, for this big leader also fell ill, memory damage, fortunately the shaman God blessed, my big leader is not in trouble, or so courageous. ”

Everyone sighed when they heard this, I see, God bless me Daming! Queen Zhou's eyes were even more moved and reddened, and she said: "The big leader Dural is so well aware of the righteousness, and he is as kind to the Great Ming as a mountain, the palace must be rewarded in front of him, and he will be crowned a marquis for the big leader!" Hearing this, Guoba's heart blossomed, and he asked for a marquis for the big chief! He bowed to Queen Zhou and shouted, "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Flying eagles die for the Ming Dynasty! "The ministers deeply admired the great chief Dural for such a sacrifice for the Ming Dynasty, and had no opinion on the queen's decision, just kidding, how many people can send charcoal in the snow.

Meng Zhaoxiang, the secretary of the Criminal Department, said with emotion: "My Ming Dynasty is a big country, and now it has fallen to such a miserable situation, who is to blame, it is not as good as the leader of a small tribe to have such a mind and wisdom, who is to blame, who can tell the old man?!" Guoba replied: "My lord, don't mind, the big leader also said, this time to Heilongjiang, you are not going to enjoy the blessings, the big leader wants to teach the prince and you a lesson, open the eyes of the prince and you, learn the correct strategy of governing the country, and build a strong Ming Empire!" ”

"Hehe, what a big breath! Pot boy, what do you big leaders think about the current situation in the Ming Dynasty? Say a word, you can't say it, the old man will let you know how to write dead words! The pot had a chill, knowing how your old man wrote dead words, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, old man, for Da Ming to fall to such a point, the big leader heard the gods say so" "Oh, how to say? "The current situation of the Ming Dynasty is defeated by the current saint, and the gods say this: Emperor Chongzhen has no great talent, no strategy for governing the country, pays attention to the imperial power, is stubborn, impatient and suspicious, and jealous of the virtuous." Jiang Yueguang and other ministers were surprised when they heard this, thinking about it is very reasonable, so incisive! Sure enough, it's a divine word!

Shi Kefa clasped his fists at the pot and saluted: "Director of the pot, please explain in detail to solve the doubts in the old man's heart." Guoba said with a smug smile: "My lord, the kid doesn't read much, he can't say any big truths, he listens to what my big boss said, strange, after listening to the big leader's explanation, the kid's brain is also a lot more enlightened, it's really a miracle!" "Rub! I didn't talk about a piece of shit, so I put shit on my face first! Shi Kefa's face twitched, he really wanted to kick the pot in the face, Jiang Wenguang looked around for a stick and prepared to teach the pot how to write dead characters.

Guoba hurriedly said: "The kid also understood a few words, the saint was incompetent and could not collect the commercial tax, so he increased the agricultural tax, and snatched away the only grain in the hands of the people, and the people had no other way but to rebel." Isn't it just to kill a few officials to open a granary just to eat, it's good to be a saint today, I feel sorry for a few damn corrupt officials, and I don't want to appease the people, but instead send troops to suppress it, how can the people not rebel. "Humph! It's an easy way to put it. All parts of the Ming Dynasty have been affected by disasters every year, and the food that comes there has been given to the people, how to maintain this Ming Dynasty! Jiang Yueguang said helplessly and angrily, and the pot said even more dizzyly: "It's simple, immigrant!" "Immigrants! Where to move? Shi Kefa asked with a glint in his eyes, "Jiangnan, move to Jiangnan, the land of fish and rice in Jiangnan, twice a year." If the hundreds of people affected by the disaster are moved to the south of the Yangtze River and the lakes are enclosed to create fields, how can they not support millions of people, and the rebellion of the people will naturally subside. Ni Yuanlu, the head of the household, hurriedly asked: "How to immigrate, millions of victims, the cost of settling in for immigrants is thousands of taels of silver." Guoba replied proudly: "Simple, let the victims go straight to the Yellow River, and make a homemade wooden boat down the river to the south of the Yangtze River." It was properly settled by local officials, and a lot of money was saved since then. As for the silver of immigrants, it's even simpler, use thunder means to force the rich merchants in Jiangnan to give out silver, squeeze and squeeze, not to mention tens of millions of taels of silver, that's a decimal, hundreds of millions of taels of silver is no problem! ”

Jiang Yueguang and other ministers were dumbfounded. My mind went blank, and it was so easy to do such a difficult thing! Jiang Yueguang was a little dizzy, feeling like a pig, he picked up the collar of the pot and roared angrily: "Such an immigration method was thought up by your big leader!" The pot head avoided Jiang Yueguang's foul mouth and said: "It was our big leader who came up with it, and he said the same." Jiang Yueguang squatted on the ground in pain and held his head in his hands. Rubbing his hair, he said sadly: "I have read books in the stomach of dogs for so many years, and they are as stupid as pigs!" I didn't even think of such an immigration method! I'm not as good as a small tribal leader! ”

Shi Kefa stared blankly ahead, his mind was running at high speed, and he shouted: "Immigrant! Down the Yellow River! Go to Jiangnan Lake to make fields! How the rebellion of the people does not cease! Said and said with sad tears: "It's late, a few years ago, such immigrants, why would the people rebel, alas, it's time for me to go to Heilongjiang to learn from the experience." Empress Zhou couldn't help complaining, all the ministers were ashamed, they didn't expect such a simple and effective method, the pain in their hearts.

Guoba looked at the sad expressions of the ministers proudly, hummed, let you know the ability of our big leader, and then said: "The big leader said that there is another way to solve the problem of eating for the people. "What! What better way to do it than to immigrate! Come on! "Your Excellency, do you know that potatoes are a high-yielding crop?" "Of course I know, there are a lot of foreigners sent into the palace, the taste is really good, and it is very full, but the yield of this potato is too low to be planted in the land of Daming." Fang Zhenghua said with a sigh, and shook his head with a smile: "No, no, no, potatoes are cold-loving things, you think about where Daming is a cold place." "Heilongjiang!" The face of the pot is green, the bird's, it has been crooked, Heilongjiang doesn't have this thing, Song Yingxing, director of the Bureau of Agriculture, only brought a seed that has not been planted, and he is ready to try planting in the spring of next year.

Guoba could only confess and said: "It's Yunnan and Guizhou, my lords!" "How is that possible!" The adults asked in disbelief, and the pot sighed: "Alas, Da Ming obviously has a golden egg in his hand but no one has found it, do you know Song Yingxing?" Ni Yuanlu, the secretary of the household department, deserves to be the head of the household department, and he can immediately remember who Song Yingxing is, and said: "Is it Lord Song Yingxing, the governor of Bozhou, Anhui Province?" "It is this person who is now the director of my Heilongjiang Agricultural Bureau, Lord Song inspected all parts of Daming, and found that Yunnan and Sichuan alpine plateaus are suitable for planting potatoes, and the yield is high, and all the two places are planted with this crop, which can harvest hundreds of millions of catties, and there is no problem at all in feeding the people of Yunnan and Sichuan." Ni Yuanlu roared angrily: "Why didn't this Song Yingxing report to the court, what kind of crime should he be guilty of hiding it so much!" Guoba said helplessly: "It's not that Lord Song concealed it, but the prefects of the two places concealed it and didn't report it, because potatoes are not worth any grain!" Ni Yuanlu was dizzy and burst into tears, sitting on the ground and muttering: "Bastard! Bastard! A bastard with a thousand cuts! ”

Guoba looked at the painful expressions of the adults and wanted to be satisfied, hey, hey, the big chief, the Hou Ye can't run, the pot saw that it was getting late, so he said goodbye to the adults, let the adults rest early, Ming'er is still in a hurry, and went out after speaking, Guoba knew that the adults couldn't sleep tonight, thanks to the big chief's chatter, I knew so much, after coming to the capital, the letters between the big leader and the big leader never stopped, and I also learned about the recent situation of the Heilongjiang tribe from the big leader's letter, no way, the big leader was afraid that the flying eagle team would be depressed and wrote a lot, The pot hummed proudly for a while, and the clouds on the horizon of my love sour song went back to the room to rest.

The ministers are very quiet, no one is willing to talk more, now the mind is greatly stimulated, often boasting of being the elite of the Ming Dynasty, full of poetry and books, knowing astronomy and geography, and being smashed by the pot. For the people to rebel, the crux of the Ming Dynasty that suffers from disasters and no food every year is instantly resolved by Guoba's opinion, so simple, so easy to operate, like a stroke of genius. Immigrants, immigrants, why didn't you think of them! Jiang Yueguang stood up and asked Wu Xiang, "General Wu, when can we get to Heilongjiang?" "More than a month." Wu Xiang was also very hurt, and he suspected that going to Heilongjiang by himself would not be considered a dish in front of the big leader of the Flying Eagle Alliance.

Jiang Yueguang said firmly: "I will hurry early tomorrow morning, without delay, we are already pedantic, we need to go to Heilongjiang to learn the scriptures, even if the eastward road is ninety-nine eighty-one difficult, the old man will also go to Heilongjiang to meet the big leader to discuss the strategy of governing the country, if you die on the road, you must obtain the true scriptures for the old man." "Empress Zhou is also more determined to go east, no matter how difficult it is, she has to go, at least send the prince to the big leader to study, and there is no regret in death, and she will leave the ministers and go back to the room to rest. Jiang Yueguang looked at his colleagues motionless and in a daze, and roared angrily: "Fucking sleep!" If the skill is not as good as the person, the skill is not as good as the person! "The ministers went to bed mechanically, they didn't take off their clothes, their eyes were empty, and they had no sleep all night. To be continued.