Whether or not there is a chance to win is a question, a question worth thinking about.

But at this time, whether it is a win or a win, you know that you have no room to think.

Now the question is here.

In the subtle way, Chen Ke has done too many things, and the development of some things has exceeded their expectations.

Many of their plans simply cannot be implemented, and there is no question of "chances" of success.

Win bitterly feels that what they need to think about now is more about how to survive after defeat.

When he has not yet faced failure, he thinks about failure in advance, which is what Win Ku will always do, and it is also his character.

He was silent for a moment and then said, "Let's go find Your Majesty."

Win bitterly said calmly: "In fact, we knew from the beginning that we couldn't win, as long as Chen Ke was still in Penglaizhou for a day, we couldn't win."

"It's just that we're not reconciled."

"Now go to Your Majesty to confess this matter, we can still have a way to live, if we don't confess to Your Majesty, maybe we won't even have this way to live."

Hearing this, Ying Yuan was also a little silent.

He asked reluctantly, "Is there really no chance?"

Ying Ku shook his head: "Our plan has been completely destroyed, and even Chen Ke didn't make a move."

"Whether it's the new food seeds, or the land system, or even the people around him, there is no gap that we can find."

"As long as Chen Ke is here, Penglaizhou will be ironclad."

"I thought I could start with a few places before I came, and I had a plan ready."

"But it wasn't until I came to Penglaizhou that I found out."

"Chen Ke is in Penglaizhou, just like His Majesty is sitting in the Qin State, it is impossible for the world to be chaotic."

Both were silent.

After a while, a little ruthlessness flashed in Ying Yuan's eyes: "What if Chen Ke wants to leave Penglaizhou?"

He looked at Ying Ku and said, "I heard the news from Xianyang City, saying that Feng Zheng has returned to Beijing and brought back a lot of things from the Western Regions."

"What if at this time, Chuanyang-kun, our people in the court ask this person to go back and preside over the overall situation?"

"Those novelties, only this Governor Chen can grasp them, right?"

Ying Ku raised his eyebrows slightly.

If this is the case, then it is really possible for Chen Ke to return to Xianyang City.

As long as Chen Ke leaves Xianyang City, even if he is a Daluo Immortal, he can't control the affairs here in Penglaizhou, right?

That's a good thing for them.

Great good thing.

After all, even if His Majesty the First Emperor does not leave Xianyang City, he will rarely be able to control things all over the country.

Ying Ku immediately stood up: "I'll send a letter to Xianyang!"

..........

In a pavilion.

The sea view of Penglai Chau has always been enviable, and the endless sea seems to be able to dispel everyone's sorrow and impetuousness.

Or rather, the sea view of Linzi County.

On the distant hill near the sea, Chen Ke had a pavilion built early on, which was specially designed for him to enjoy the sea view and entertain some people who were inconvenient to enter the governor's palace.

Now, he's entertaining one such person. ….

A person from the great clan of Zhongmu in Sanchuan County.

The surname Fan has many origins, the most famous of which are three.

One of them is from the ancient emperor's clan, when Fan Zhi participated in the abolition of the emperor and established Yao as the emperor.

The second is derived from the surname Ji, which was passed on to the generation of Yu Zhongzhi, the great-grandson of King Tai of Zhou, and was sealed in the Fan State.

The third is derived from the surname "Zi", which was formed in the Shang period and is a descendant of Shang Tang.

According to legend, Fan Chi, a disciple of Confucius, was a member of the seven clans of the Yin people.

These three branches are the largest origin of the Fan surname, and they are also the gathering place of most people with the Fan surname

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Later, a descendant of the Fan clan in the Yin people migrated from the kingdom of Qi and Lu to the previous Wei, and from Wei to Zhongmu in today's Sanchuan County.

So it has lived here for generations.

Chen Ke looked at the young man sitting in front of him, with a handsome face, a robe, and an outstanding demeanor, and smiled slightly.

He put down the porcelain cup in his hand, looked at the person opposite and said, "Brother Fan, why do you think that I will hand over such an important matter to you?"

"Why do you think you can do this yourself?"

Fan Muye looked at Chen Ke opposite, smiled before saying a word, and there was a bit of merry spirit in his eyebrows.

"Governor Chen, I'm not sure."

He said frankly, "I'm just here to take a look, the governor has changed the law in Penglaizhou, and it involves all aspects."

"It's just that this stall is very large, but it hasn't been unfolded."

"I think the Governor must have been waiting for an opportunity, a fitting opportunity to set everything up in an instant and tear the old system apart."

Fan Muye looked at Chen Ke, and there was a slight flame in his eyes.

"I feel that the opportunity that the Governor is waiting for is 'Wen'."

"The Governor used the "Anthology" and "Papermaking" and "Printing" as a guide to turn the world upside down and destroy the Six Kingdoms."

"Now I'm afraid I want to use such a thing to subvert the entire Penglaizhou, or even the whole world, right?"

He chuckled, "The Governor hasn't done anything in the six months he's been here."

"It's just that it's constantly spreading out some new technologies, setting up new institutions, and introducing new policies."

"These things are like millet."

"How can I eat it if I only have millet and no water?"

Fan Muye looked at Chen Ke who was sitting there, and a gust of breeze came at this time.

"Makino is willing to be the sword in the hand of the king, and is willing to be the water in the urn of the king, and he has cooked this Penglaizhou and the world for the governor."

Hearing this, Chen Ke burst out laughing.

He looked at Fan Muye and said, "It is worthy of being the descendant of Shang Tang, and he will also be Yin Yin's set."

"Do you think that this world is a delicious dish, and now you want to serve it in your mouth?"

Fan Muye calmly looked at Chen Ke, as if he hadn't noticed the sharpness in Chen Ke's eyes.

"Sending this kind of thing to the mouth, Makino doesn't dare."

"I just want to make a living for my future generations."

"Lest the descendants of the generations after resentment their ancestors be angry."

Chen Ke sneered: "People like you are the most selfish, and the "way of life" in the world should belong to the people of the world."

"Why did a certain road become your Fan family?" ….

It's just that although he said this, Chen Ke's tone was much more relaxed, and he even sat in the pavilion.

Seeing this, Fan Muye also sat down.

"Not all of us are 'perfect people' like the Governor, aren't we those who fight for the sake of future generations?"

"As the saying goes, when we worship our ancestors now, don't we hope that future generations will worship us?"

Chen Ke's expression was indifferent, and he looked at the world in the distance.

Posterity?

In fact, he is the most selfish person, otherwise he would never have done some of the previous actions.

It will not cut off the way that his descendants can continue to climb up in the name of their ancestors.

He just wants to see how charming the country is, so that everyone in this world is like a dragon, and everything in this world is fair.

Chen Ke came to this world only for three things.

Fair, fair, or fair on horseback!

He glanced at Fan Muye and said, "I won't allow such a thing to happen."

After a moment of silence, he said casually, "But I can indeed leave the matter of the Publication Department to you."

"As long as you can let me see, you

Your Fan family, or your Fan Muye's ability."

"In troubled times, at the beginning of the reform of the law and the use of heavy canons, it is natural that new talents should be boldly employed."

Fan Muye smiled, he looked at Chen Ke and said, "Don't worry, Governor."

"Naturally, I will not do anything to dig my own grave, and I will not take the lead against the will of the Governor."

"It's just that when I turn into a handful of loess, what future generations will do is not something that I can decide if I am left with only a corpse."

Chen Ke bowed slightly.

That's enough.

He stood up, looked at the scenery in the distance again, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, so many heroes have bent their waists?"

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Edible seeds cannot be cultivated with farm tools, but must be planted by hand.

But even so, it's not too much trouble, at most it's the same as before.

With the new tools for cultivating the land, this kind of land is still less laborious than before.

There are many sentient beings like Chen San, and most of them are ordinary Qianshou.

What are the leaders leaning over the fields for?

It's just for a bite to eat, for the doll and mother-in-law at home, and for yourself to be able to live.

As long as they can live, they are willing to endure hardship.

It was late at night.

Chen Ke stood in the courtyard of the Governor's Palace, looking at the moonlight in the distance in a daze.

Yesterday, Guan Zhuo told him about the sale of new grain seeds, and the seeds were sold much faster than he expected.

There's not much left.

The leaders of Penglaizhou still believe in the imperial court, which is a good thing for Chen Ke.

Now he is dealing with things slowly and methodically, releasing technology, but not letting go of the wind and rain on a large scale, the reason is that he wants to make the Qiantou more trusting the imperial court.

When these poor leaders trust the imperial court, the imperial court will do something to do.

Chen Ke's eyes were stunned.

He looked at the earth beneath his feet.

Chen Ke spent half a year and almost a year to transform Penglaizhou from a barren land into what it is today.

He didn't dare to say how good his governance was.

It's just that when spring comes, the people of Penglaizhou are all yellow-skinned, insensitive, and can't see any light in their eyes.

Penglaizhou is like a dead place.

The government can arbitrarily oppress the heads of the Qian, and even a small official can unscrupulously accuse and reprimand the leaders.

Now, it's late autumn.

The remnants of the Six Kingdoms on Penglai Island were basically cleared, and under Tian Cheng's efforts, most of the ancestral halls of the Six Kingdoms were completely destroyed.

Eighty percent of the land in the hands of the nobles went to the hands of the imperial court, which then distributed their "right of use" to the people.

The remaining 20 percent of the land was given to the people.

The spring plowing and autumn harvest have been very smooth, and the granaries of the Qianshou have gradually been enriched.

The various chaotic institutions in the local area have also been sorted out, and the attitude of the officials towards the head of the Qiantou has also been rectified.

The Baijia Palace was completed here, and the Municipal Property Department let the people not have to be afraid of prices.

Although the Salt Producing Department has not yet been established, a lot of "snowflake salt" has been produced in the salt pans by the sea.

The Porcelain Department has also researched porcelain that can be used by ordinary Qianshou.

The trap against the Great Qin Sect has been completely rolled out, and now Penglaizhou is like a sweet honeypot.

Everything is ready.

Chen Ke closed his eyes slightly.

Just wait for next spring, the vigorous drama, and the performance can begin.

Sweet and sour workers