TYPnovel Chapter 875 - 92: The People’s Mandate, Sustenance First
Chapter 875 - 92: The People’s Mandate, Sustenance First
The group soon entered the county office.
The local officials in Quanzhou were feeling overwhelmed. The performance assessments from above focused on shipbuilding, fisheries, and maritime trade, none of which were simple tasks. Remembering that to continue in his position, achievements must be shown.
"Old Mo."
"This tung oil is indeed lacking." The bearded man hurriedly approached them as soon as he saw them.
Putting on airs as an official?
That’s courting disaster. These people are directly under the Ministry of Works, and with a single report to the cabinet, he’ll be packing up and leaving in a few days.
Those tech giants appointed by the central government can directly send reports to Your Majesty through the Jinyi Guard.
What does this imply?
The emperor’s protégés.
The nation’s vital tools.
Academician positions.
Even a regional governor who offends them would face dire consequences.
It was heard that for the trial planting of cotton, over ten officials’ hats were removed in the south because of their lack of dedication and collusion with local gentry, impacting policy implementation.
Your Majesty hasn’t killed as many people after ascending the throne. Had it been before ascension, heads would have rolled.
Productivity.
This term is one they learned recently and is reportedly coined by Your Majesty.
Your Majesty places high hopes on these tech giants, and it’s also heard that students of the agriculture school, escorted by masters of the military school and experts recruited from the martial arts world, are exploring overseas, supposedly in search of superior overseas breeds to bring back to the Central Plains.
Yanjing.
A caravan is heading towards Liaodong. Ever since the law on the tea and horse market was promulgated, goods such as horses, furs, cattle, and sheep from Liaodong have continuously flowed into the Central Plains, while tea, tools, and porcelain produced in the Central Plains have also been directed to Liaodong and Mongolia.
At this time, the sound of hooves came, and the accompanying caravan was startled. One of their managers respectfully stepped forward, greeting, "Officers?"
"Is there anything we can assist with?"
The leading man with a full beard looked like a northern Han, holding a whip, he asked, "Where are you heading?"
"To Huanglong Mansion perhaps?"
With a smile, the manager of the caravan replied, "Not that far, at most to Shangjing."
"Are you officers heading to Huanglong?"
It was heard that the government had promulgated a border defense army farm law. Recently, many officers have been heading to places like Liaodong. It’s said that soldiers can be granted over two hundred acres, and even assistant soldiers can be granted over a hundred acres. But the land needs to be cultivated by themselves, although it’s also heard the black soil there is quite fertile.
Some in the military worry about their families suffering if brought along, so they first travel with others for two or three years, waiting until the situation stabilizes before bringing their families.
Even these merchants have heard the days for those farming in the border defense army are very tough; the white mountains and black waters are barren, and they must guard against natives and Jurchen.
But if one perseveres, one day they could become a small landlord.
These officers seemed a bit disappointed. The leading Han man, appearing to be a Centurion, rode to the front of the goods, examined them for a moment, and asked, "Are there supplies like pots, bowls, and utensils?"
The caravan manager quickly nodded, "Yes, indeed we have."
The bearded Han continued, "Can someone deliver them to Huanglong Mansion? We’ll send people to assist on the way."
The caravan manager hesitated but eventually bit the bullet and replied, "Yes."
These caravans traveling through northern areas are wise to build relationships with military personnel to avoid many future troubles.
Very well.
The leading Han man nodded and said to someone beside him, "Bring over a written commitment."
After saying that, he threw out a piece of gold, "Here’s the deposit."
"Don’t delay."
A group of dozens quickly rode off, their skills evident. It’s rumored a batch of elite soldiers were deployed there, likely this group.
"They should be from the Zhen Ding army."
"Seeing those sabers, it’s said they broke through a three-thousand enemy army with just a few hundred men when extinguishing Western Uighurs." A worker whispered.
The caravan manager shot him a look, advising him to hold his tongue.
A moment later.
This caravan also quickly departed, heading towards Liaodong.
Recently, quite a few troops have withdrawn from the west, including the Zhen Ding army, Xi Ping army, and An Xi army among them. Many military elites were diverted locally to suppress bandits, and with the remnants of Qidan completely submitting, these merchants need not fear encountering robbers.
"Heard that the government will wage war on wild Jurchen in a couple of years?"
An elderly in the caravan softly conversed with others. These merchants are keen on any news.
Northeast Province.
Recently, the government implemented a province system, originally from the Yuan Dynasty’s innovations, but Duncan employed it early.
Developing the Northeast in advance isn’t easy; it can only be done step by step, cultivating one area at a time.
This is a test trial.
If the northeastern region can endure immigration and cultivation, then in the future, the western and northwestern regions can also be developed similarly. While these individuals aren’t aware that a major shift is underway, they do sense something. The current government seems different from those of the past.
Within the Imperial City.
After casually issuing a few decrees, Duncan patted Lady Huarui’s round moon beside him. She possessed icy skin and jade bones with a faint fragrance, warm in winter and cool in summer, ideal for warming the bed. Lady Huarui dutifully knelt in attendance to Duncan awake. Shortly, Lu Qiongxi arrived with a cohort of beautiful maids to serve him in dressing and cleaning.
No affairs today, a royal favor...no, better to rest for a couple of days first.
Duncan’s consciousness returned above the dimensions, prepared to inspect the management conditions of other human forms.
Tired.
Getting tough once the pants are up.
Recently, Lu Qiongxi offered considerable numbers of well-trained beauties, including folk beauties as well as Southern Tang and Northern Song harem belles. Duncan has granted favor over a hundred people, but his interest now waning, finding now that allure has diminished greatly.
With the world initially settled, major military actions are inappropriate; his approach with human forms tends mainly to oversight unless the Indian Pantheon descends, otherwise he need not intervene personally.
Currently, Duncan awaits a specific time point, the moment of Spiritual Qi Revival.
Not only this world’s transformation, but the Root World is also undergoing changes.
Recently, a notification emerged on the projection page of his number one human form, indicating that France had erupted into revolution, with someone performing rites to summon Heroic Spirits, even naming a remarkable individual as ’Napoleon Bonaparte Duncan.’
The Bonaparte surname originates from the Tuscany region of Italy, which is an authentic core region of the Roman Empire.
This individual claims to possess the bloodline of Emperor Duncan and even summoned a mighty Heroic Spirit transformed from an Heralded commander of the Empire’s Eagle Banner legion, who is renowned as the ’Conqueror of Northern Germanic,’ and ’Butcher of Lombardy’ among many esteemed titles and accolades.
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