"Zhennan, how many soldiers and horses do you have on Phi Island now?" As soon as they met, Yuan Keli went straight to the point.

"180,000!" The owner of Mao Island opened his eyes wide, and looked at his old leader suspiciously, not knowing what he was doing as soon as he met.

"Tell the truth!"

"Eighteen thousand!"

......

"Your Majesty has entrusted me with the oracle. So that you don't lie in the future! He also said that if there are any difficulties in the future, even if he mentions it to His Majesty! ”

"This! Yuan Gong! Your Majesty wants to punish me? Mao Wenlong was a little flustered.

"Not at the moment. Go back and summarize the actual situation on the island, send it to me, and I will present it to Your Majesty. You also know the current situation, Jiannu was beaten and his vitality was greatly damaged, and it was no longer a matter of time before he was eliminated. North Korea has now become part of the Ming Dynasty. No matter how honest you are in Phi Dao, even if His Majesty doesn't want to touch you. Can those people in the court let you go? ”

"Yuan Gong, I can't help it. So many people on the island have to eat, and I have resettled so many refugees from Liaodong, and I can't make a lot of money by doing a small business. That is, His Majesty has given more money after succeeding to the throne in recent years. Otherwise, I really don't know how to live. ”

"Alright. Do you think Your Majesty doesn't know? After speaking, Yuan Keli was silent for a while and then said.

"In this way, you move some of the people on the island out, and many people have died in North Korea after these two riots, so you can just set aside some of the fields for resettlement."

"Okay!"

In fact, even if Yuan Keli didn't say it, Mao Wenlong planned to move the island's residents out.

At first, His Majesty gave money happily, and he was still a little happy.

Later, His Majesty directly beat Jiannu into a dog and took North Korea. He began to get a little scared. No matter how you say it, your ass can't be considered clean. At this time, Yuan Keli said, and his heart was put back in his stomach.

I have contributed to the imperial court.

I have shed blood for the court.

Your Majesty is really aware of this.

Your Majesty!

"Yuan Gong? You said that this Amin was beaten away, will he come back? ”

"It's unlikely that he'll come back. I heard that he fled with only seven or eight hundred men. ”

"That's just as well."

Mao Wenlong stayed in Seoul for two days before reluctantly leaving.

As for Amin, who he was thinking about, he was eating balls and sleeping on tatami mats in Japan at this time, and he was doing Japanese girls, and his life was not happy.

After escaping from Korea by boat, Amin and his entourage traveled south, passing through the islands of Tsushima and Iki, and stopped at an uninhabited coast south of Hizen.

As soon as they landed, everyone was stunned.

First of all, I didn't know the place well, so I just ran away at that time, and I didn't think about what to do when I got to Japan.

A large group of people are standing on the beach, you look at me, I look at you, dumbfounded.

"Sir, what's next?"

Amin looked at the sea depressedly and asked Fan Wencheng on the side.

"Your Majesty, although there are not many of us, we are all elites with one as ten. I've seen people who look like monkeys. Let's regard this as the capital master of the Ming Dynasty. What to do, just do it! ”

"You mean, hit?"

"Must fight! Slaughter the village first, and rest for two days. ”

Amin nodded in agreement.

You are not polite to Daming and North Korea, but are you still polite to these three-inch nails when you go to Japan?

However, it is necessary to cultivate for two days, and these landlubbers of the Eight Banners have never been to the sea in their lives, and they vomit like a river on the boat. Even he himself lost more than a dozen pounds.

After making a plan, he did what he said, unloaded the supplies and treasures he had brought with him from the boat, and found a forest by the sea to bury those that were inconvenient to take away, and later had the opportunity to look for them again.

Finding a random direction, seven or eight hundred men marched inland in full armor.

Soon, they found a small village, which looked like a hundred or ten households. There are a few villagers outside the village who are drying their fishing nets, which should be a fishing village.

Amin didn't say a word, drew the knife at his waist and rushed forward with the soldiers.

The villagers who were drying their nets suddenly saw a group of bald heads in strange clothes and braids rushing towards them, and their legs were so frightened that they went limp.

Where did this wild man come from.

"Who are you?" One of them asked boldly.

Amin couldn't understand what he was saying, but he could guess it. Actually, even if you can understand it, you don't bother to bother.

"What kind of bird language is spoken?"

He muttered a word, and stabbed the man who spoke to death.

The remaining few turned to run, but were quickly killed by the cracker.

Then Amin waved his hand, and a group of people began a massacre in the village.

Amin and Fan Wencheng stood at the head of the village and watched their men wantonly kill the villagers in this village, with a smile on their faces that they hadn't seen for a long time.

That's what they do best.

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Fan Wencheng.

"Sir, let's go. Loose, loose, go. ”

"Let's go!"

Fan Wencheng's face was ambiguous, and he followed Amin to the village to catch women.

Amin and his party killed all the men in the village, took over the women, and after a few comfortable days, they set off to find their next target.

The eighth day of the lunar month

The annual Laba Festival is here again.

Zhu Youzhen drank a bowl of Laba porridge cooked by Zhou Yufeng in the morning and left the palace.

Today he is going to visit the two schools in Huangzhuang.

Daming Royal Military School and Daming Royal Academy of Sciences.

Needless to say, the advanced class of the second cadet should graduate in another year. At that time, there will be a group of students who have grown up under his ideological education and will enter the troops in various parts of the Ming Dynasty.

This is the second phase, and there will be three, four, and five phases to follow... ….

Zhu Youzhen improvised an impassioned speech at the military academy and left satisfied.

After leaving the military school, I turned a corner and came to the Daming Royal Academy of Sciences next to it.

The Academy of Sciences has always been managed by Song Yingxing's elder brother Song Yingsheng.

"How are these students doing?" Zhu Youzhen asked.

"Your Majesty, the students' progress is quite fast."

"Well, while learning knowledge, we should also pay attention to ideological education, correct the character of students, and be the guide and guide for the healthy growth of students."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

He then looked at the students' courses and past exam results.

The curriculum of the Academy of Sciences is still mainly based on Bagu, but the Enlightenment Education is Hanyu Pinyin, so these students are making rapid progress. Although they have been in school for less than a year, most of the students are already able to read aloud without pinyin annotations. In this case, it saves a lot of time compared to the traditional teaching mode.

In addition to this, mathematics is also compulsory.

When the grade is higher, chemistry, biology, physics and other courses will be added one after another.

As the saying goes, if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you are not afraid to go all over the world.

When all this basic knowledge is almost learned, he will build a university to teach specialized courses in various fields.

Given that most of the students here are only about six to ten years old, Zhu Youzhen felt that even if he spoke a big truth, they might not be able to understand it, so he didn't waste his lips and left the academy.

Next, his daily itinerary will be full of arrangements to comfort the families of the martyrs. Visits to various institutions.

The steel mills outside the city have completely outgrown their capacity.

It is said that steel is the food of industry, and it is not okay to run out of food. He plans to build another steel plant in Tianjin and Tangshan in the spring of next year to build a Beijing-Tianjin-Tangshan steel production base for future industrial production needs. This is the first step, and when the situation in Liaodong stabilizes in the future, he also plans to build a high-speed railway base in Anben until it can supply the country's steel demand.

Years ago, the work of various departments was carried out in an orderly manner, and Zhu Youzhen also became a little busy.

It wasn't until Chinese New Year's Eve that I was free.

This year's winter is still cold, Zhu Youzhen is thickly holding his son Zhu Cihong standing in front of the Qianqing Palace, looking at the busy eunuchs and palace maids in the distance.

Zhu Cihongsheng's pink and jade carvings are very pleasing.

As soon as he stood for a while, Zhou Yufeng and Tian Xiuying chased after him.

"Long live, it's very cold today, don't freeze Ci Hong." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hug Zhu Cihong.

Zhu Cihong was about to break free from Zhu Youzhen's arms as soon as he saw his mother coming, for him, his father was too uncomfortable to hug, and he didn't like to laugh.

Zhu Youzhen smiled and let go of his hand.

The dinner on Chinese New Year's Eve was very rich, and after dinner, Zhu Youjian suddenly wanted to set off fireworks.

He took Zhou Yufeng and others to the open space in front of the Qianqing Palace, ordered someone to bring the fireworks, and took out a lighter to light it himself.

Zhou Yufeng stood under the eaves and looked at Zhu Youzhen, who was carefully lighting fireworks in the distance, pursed his lips and smiled, a warm current flowing in his heart. It has been a long time since His Majesty has shown this playful side since he succeeded to the throne.

After lighting the fireworks, Zhu Youzhen ran away quickly, standing in the distance and watching the fireworks exploding in the air, listening to Zhu Cihong's giggles.

Another year.

Xin Weinian.

Chongzhen for four years.