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When the sky was about to shine, Zhao Ziyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A swarthy face gradually became vivid due to the flow of eye waves. Although the neck was dark, the collar showed white and greasy skin like clotted skin, and the line was so clear that it was hard to believe that it was the same person's skin color.

I sat up, yawned, and looked out the window, the window paper was shining brightly, it should be a sunny day!

"It's been twenty-eight days!"

Zhao Ziyu's light eyebrows frowned slightly, her expression changed, she pondered for a while, and her lowered eyes covered the flash of light in her eyes.

Two days to go!

It's only two days away! If the salt hasn't been delivered two days later, what will I do then?

However, it seems that the man is no longer short of salt - that man actually found a salt mine, found a salt mine in Hubei, which has not produced salt since ancient times, and began to make brine and boil salt. However, the output of the salt mine does not seem to be high, but it barely alleviates the suffering of light food in Hubei.

"If you want to have enough salt, you have to have external salt import!"

Determined that the person still had a place to use herself, after a while, she got dressed and got out of bed, picked up the neatly folded white cloth placed at the head of the bed, tied one end of the white cloth to the bed frame, supported her slender body, and after withdrawing her middle clothes, she hurriedly used the white cloth to unfold the white cloth and tightly wrap the plump mountains on her chest, and then put on her middle coat again, walked to the basin, washed her face with the clean water she had prepared last night, and sat in front of the mirror to recheck her complexion.

Looking at herself in the mirror, seeing that the dark complexion had not receded, Zhao Ziyu pulled the corners of her mouth, until the person in the mirror became docile and quiet because of this smile, she nodded with satisfaction and turned around to take care of the bed.

Although she is the only "lone seedling" in the sixth room of the Zhao family, she sees that she is tidy up and neat, without any sense of clumsiness, in fact, she has long been accustomed to tidying up the room by herself, even in the Zhao family's mansion, the maids also know that the young master's bedroom is a forbidden place for outsiders.

For him, it was the place where she recovered for a moment as a daughter, her boudoir, and naturally no outsiders were allowed to enter. Naturally, everything is cleaned up by oneself, and it has never been pretended to be an outsider's hand.

Almost half an hour later, Zhao Ziyu pushed open the door, her delicate and sharp chin raised slightly, and her expression was indescribably calm and peaceful. Taking a deep breath of the fresh air outside, he smiled slightly, turned around and closed the door, and walked slowly towards the back garden of the governor.

As soon as Zhao Ziyu arrived at the entrance of the back garden, he heard hurried footsteps from a distance, and saw a person in white running in the back garden, and his figure in the garden became more and more slender and straight.

Although Zhao Ziyu's position can't see his face, you don't need to look at it to know who it is, it's that person!

Of the Governor's Mansion, only that man had the leisure to run in the back garden every morning, and this lap was surprisingly at least a mile down, and every day he would run twenty or thirty laps there, day and night.

"Hmph, I practice running like this all day long, probably just to practice escaping!"

With a mocking smile, Zhao Ziyu put away her smile again and walked out of the back garden.

Inadvertently, when turning, Zhu Yifeng saw Zhao Ziyu in the distance, just glanced at it, and then continued to run, insisting on morning exercise every day, which is his best habit in this era, and now he finds that his body is stronger than in the past, not only can he easily run five or six kilometers, but even together with the 200-pound stone burden, he can easily lift it and do dozens of sets of bench presses, how can such a strong body not be cherished.

What's more, this is an era of brute force, as the commander of the "Great Han Righteous Army", he naturally needs to have brute force, only in this way can he really deter everyone in the army Yunwen Yunwu, Wen himself is not good, this martial arts ...... Well, at least with this brute strength, in this righteous army, it can still surpass many people.

Of course, in the coming era of breech guns, personal martial prowess has taken a back seat, and Zhu Yifeng, as the commander of the Han Rebel Army, has no chance to show his personal strength - he doesn't even need a revolver.

However, this does not prevent him from exercising daily to maintain a healthy and strong physique, after all, well, even in bed requires physical strength.

Thinking of Lingyun's delicate and unbearable appearance in bed last night, his heart was hot, thinking of Jieyu who had been neglected in the past few days, and he couldn't help but fantasize about the scene of the three of them sleeping together, of course, this is just a little fantasy, after all, both of them are tender-faced people.

"If I have the opportunity in the future, I can give it a try......

After another half an hour, Zhu Yifeng, who had finished his morning exercise, took the cloth towel from the servant's hand and wiped the sweat from his face when he walked out of the back garden.

"I don't know if towels have been invented now, and if we build a towel factory in the future, I don't know if there will be a market......

When wiping sweat with a coarse cloth towel, Zhu Yifeng couldn't help but think of the towels of later generations, but this is just a thought, in fact, the longer he lives in this era, the more things he finds need to be "invented", for example, recently, he is studying rifling and mini bullets, of course, at present, it is only limited to theoretical research, studying how to turn tens of thousands of old muskets into rifled guns that fire mini bullets.

However, before the purchase of machinery and equipment arrived, it could only be limited to theoretical research, but although it was only theoretical, at least some progress had been made, and only after the purchase of machinery could try to modify old weapons.

"When the transformation of the old weapons is completed, we will almost be able to take Jingzhou and Hubei!"

With such a muttering in his mouth, Zhu Yifeng thought of another place - Zeng Guofan!

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

No matter how he is now, and no matter what the combat effectiveness of the Hunan army is, just by virtue of his reputation in history, it is enough to make Zhu Yifeng feel like a man on his back, not to mention, this Zeng Guofan is still stuck in Yuezhou, which puts Zhu Yifeng in a dilemma.

"I have shaved my head, and when the time comes, I have to see if I shave your head or you shave my head!"

Although he was in awe of it, Zhu Yifeng, who knew that the Hunan army had been "defeated and fought repeatedly" at the beginning, was full of confidence in the coming, and the reason was very simple - with a foreign spear team of 38,000 people and as many as 12 regiments, it was enough for the Han rebels to sweep through Huguang.

Of course, the current foreign gun team is at most the level of the Huai Army more than ten years later -- the officers are only rough in military affairs at most, and the soldiers are only practicing "foreign exercises", although it is a little unsatisfactory, but for Zhu Yiyan, he has no other good choice, unless......

Again, Zhu Yifeng took a document on his desk, and to be precise, it was a plan he had planned and drafted -- a plan for establishing a military school, and according to this plan, boys over the age of 15 would be selected from the Wenshan School to enter the school to study military theory. Of course, this premise is that a military school must first have its instructors.

Without instructors, everything is empty talk, just like the current rebel army, which seems to be practicing foreign exercises, but in fact, it is just a "foreign gun team using foreign guns" trained by a group of half-baked Western adventurers, nothing more, not a modern army at all.

Although Zhu Yifeng doesn't know much about military affairs, he knows very well that the modernized army is not just a change in the establishment, not only is it equipped with weapons such as foreign guns, and as for learning to walk the right way, it is not the standard of the modern army.

The power of the army lies in its excellent quality, and the combat potential of the army is based on the cultivation of the education of the officer corps!

Without a modernized officer corps, it is impossible to build a modernized army, and it is only possible to imagine that "arming the minds of soldiers with ideas" can be invincible, and it only exists in the imagination of some people. Just like the Taiping Army's day and night "reasoning", it did not speak of an invincible "class army", and in the end this army with "ideas" was defeated by another feudal army based on silver bounties.

There is no magic bullet in military affairs, and the so-called "magic bullet" is just people's imagination, and the officer corps with sufficient quality is the foundation of the army, and other so-called "shortcuts" are just conjectures.

But it is this seemingly simplest "foundation" that is the most difficult to establish, even the so-called "camp school" now, what it learns is only the basic "foreign exercises", just so that those people know "foreign exercises" like soldiers, so that they will not be like the Huai army, and the officers do not know how to do it.

In the final analysis, the officers of the current rebel army who are of low quality have not been able to grow into full-fledged officers, firstly, because they have not experienced the baptism and elimination of several years of cruel war, and then matured, and secondly, because there is no one to guide them to avoid missing in future wars, so that they can mature more quickly. This is the meaning of military schools, and the meaning of bringing in foreign military instructors.

War may be the best school, but the question is, do you have the capital to go to the battlefield to mature low-quality officers? Who can have that capital?

"Instructors, instructors, ......"

With this word in his mouth, Zhu Yifeng once again thought of Xi Zhimo, who had long since left Wuchang, and among the missions he gave him, the most important task was to see if he could find a real officer, even if there was only one person.

"I hope he can bring some good news to himself when he comes back this time!" (To be continued.) )