Zhu Hongfang will naturally do the things your Majesty handles wholeheartedly.

Sometimes, it’s not that people don’t have talents or that they haven’t been discovered, but that they lack a platform to showcase their talents.

Under the command of Lord Wu An, there are like clouds of fierce generals and like rain of advisers. It is not difficult for some of them to take the lead.

Either you have to pass the qualifications, or someone recommends you, but if you really can't do it, you can apply for the expedition.

If he fights a few more battles, makes meritorious deeds, and is recommended to study at Xinhuo Academy, it will definitely add a strong mark to his resume.

Zhu Hongfang took the book and walked towards the printing factory in a hurry.

The person in charge of the printing house is a wife, who is in his forties. Although he is a Legalist, he has dabbled in various schools of thought.

Although I have been engaged in learning for decades and have not made much money, in terms of learning, I can be called a walking dictionary. My biggest hobby is to make a pot of tea and read books comfortably.

Ever since I arrived here, I have felt like a fish in water. My monthly salary is not low, and I can buy meat for toothpaste just five miles away.

I checked the seals on the books and found that only books approved by Yang Qian can be issued. There is a quota for how much is issued. If someone violates the rules, he will be dismissed from his official position, or he will be sent to herd sheep outside the customs.

How could he adapt to the bitter cold outside the Guan when he was used to the comfort inside the Guan? Therefore, he worked diligently and did his own thing well. On the contrary, he had no interest in the disputes between schools within the academy.

As usual, I picked up the book and flipped through it to see if there was anything interesting in it.

The opening chapter is a self-narration, which directly pulls the Master into that barbaric era.

Paragraph after paragraph, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart. There were no gorgeous words or concise meaning.

Every paragraph is in vernacular, and just because it is in vernacular, this master, who has read many poems and books, trembles in his heart.

"In order to control the flood, Dayu actually passed through the house three times without entering!"

"It turns out that the Xia Dynasty was the first to establish the concept of a country!"

"What, the wife of King Wuding of Shang Dynasty was actually able to lead troops in battle and annihilate the Aryans who wanted to destroy us in the Central Plains. She is really a hero among women."

Each heroic figure and each heroic battle against wild beasts and natural disasters made the forty-year-old wife’s blood boil with excitement.

All he knew was the ancient sages, and that was just a short story or a conversation.

But this book is written in great detail, describing the psychology of these people at that time.

The master was very excited and said to Zhu Hongfang, "Who compiled this?"

"Of course it's your Majesty, it could be me."

Zhu Hongfang said angrily, "I've seen enough. I'll print it out first. If I delay your affairs, I'll be in trouble."

"Yes, yes, yes~~~!"

The master was so excited that he didn't know where to put the hand holding the book. He was like a headless fly. He finally called in a few literate servants outside.

Start sifting through the books. First, classify them and start picking out the entire book according to the signs.

I have to say that every time I print Your Majesty's books, I feel pain in my face and I can't help it.

Many books written by masters of the academy have very few words, basically only one or two thousand words, and are concise and comprehensive.

But as for Your Majesty, good fellow, the opening chapter is two thousand words long, the Three Emperors alone is several thousand words long, and the whole book is at least tens of thousands words long after reading it.

This was very tiring for Master. Many of the frequently used fonts were showing signs of being insufficient, so they could only be printed one by one.

"how many do you want?"

"Your Majesty has not told me, please print a thousand copies first."

Zhu Hongfang was stunned. Your Majesty really didn't say anything, but you don't need to ask for instructions on this trivial matter. You can simply print more.

Watching the servants working hard to print and get on track, the master returned the original book to Zhu Hongfang and said with a smile.

"General Zhu, have you read this book?"

Zhu Hongfang shrugged and said, "I came here right after I took the books. I don't have time to read them. Moreover, these books are for the prisoners of war of Shang and Liao. What should I do with them?"

The Master said with excitement, "General Zhu, you must read this book carefully. It will definitely change your previous understanding."

"real or fake?"

The Master nodded matter-of-factly, very solemnly.

Zhu Hongfang was stunned and thought for a moment that it would take a long time to print a thousand copies, so he found a place to sit down and started reading.

It didn't take long for Zhu Hongfang's eyes to widen. In just a few pages, he was deeply immersed in it.

It's a pity that no one has noticed that everyone who has read this book has deeply involved themselves in it.

These ancient sages are all our ancestors, people who once lived under this starry sky and were born on this land.

Whenever he sees a tragic moment, Zhu Hongfang scratches his head and wants to rush into the book to help.

When I see victory, I feel so proud and even happier than when I win the battle.

Reading through it word by word, time came to night in the blink of an eye.

"General Zhu, aren't you going home?" The master wiped his hands, came over, and drank a large bowl of cold boiled water.

Zhu Hongfang didn't even look back and said, "Your Majesty personally told me that I have to watch you. By the way, don't go home today. Just stay here and continue printing tomorrow."

The master immediately asked his servants to bring in a large basin of food and a small pot of wine.

"It just so happens that I can't bear to part with such a good book. I haven't finished it yet. I wish you, General, some more?"

Zhu Hongfang looked at the steaming pottery pot that filled the room with fragrance. When he stretched his head to take a look, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey, braised? Have you brought the pancakes?"

"Of course there is."

The master, like a magician, took out a few dough pancakes.

"Wow, you are too cunning, stealing food in the printing factory?"

"Haha, General Zhu, you probably don't know this. Although our printing factory has a small number of people, it is very efficient. A thousand copies can be finished in just two days."

"In addition, there are original books here this time, so we have to stay here."

"Come, please."

"Please~!"

The two of them feinted, raised their glasses, drank, and began to express their opinions on books.

There is no way, the writing is so wonderful. According to Master, in terms of vocabulary and writing, it is worse than that of a beginner. But in terms of historical value, this is undoubtedly a masterpiece.

Two days passed quickly, and Zhu Hongfang brought a thousand volumes of books to the military camp where Zhuangzi was stationed and distributed them to the soldiers.

These are Yang Qian's direct troops, which can be said to be the most loyal troops. After reading this book, they were all dumbfounded, and there seemed to be a ball of fire in their hearts.

I wish I could follow in the footsteps of my ancestors and resist the invaders, and I also want to stand proudly under the starry sky like my ancestors.

.......

It's not autumn yet, but the fields are already very busy.

Because July is the time to plant mung beans, buckwheat, rice and corn.

Since the introduction of the semi-automatic seeder, the efficiency has been frighteningly fast. Such speed, let alone seeing it, these prisoners of war have never even thought about.

The principle of a semi-automatic seeder is actually not complicated. There is a large funnel on top of the machine, which is filled with seeds. Every time the wheel rotates, two or three corn seeds will rotate and be pressed into the ground.

Besides, this land is almost fertile enough to produce oil and water.

According to the prisoners of war here, these fields were carefully fattened, and a lot of fertilizer was put into them.

As long as the corn is retting, the corn will always grow very well. Even Yang Gan doesn't know why.

Only those who were good at farming in the previous life knew that corn likes nitrogen fertilizer. Whenever there is a lot of rain, the nitrogen fertilizer in the soil will be easily washed away.

The saturation and unsaturation of nitrogen fertilizers account for up to 30% of the corn harvest, which is more important than high-quality seeds.

Due to the use of a large number of semi-automatic machines, prisoners of war or tenant farmers were relieved of almost a heavy burden. Often after being busy for a period of time, they could go to the city to either go out and buy some things.

In fact, many things can be bought in Zhuangzi. It is just that the caravans in the county town have the convenience.

There are more than 100,000 people in Zhuangzi itself, and the total number of prisoners of war, slaves and prisoners purchased from the two countries is more than 300,000. In terms of population, it is no less than that of Yuntong City.

After discussing with several military generals, Zhu Hongfang decided to educate the prisoners after they were well fed.

It's summer now. In ancient times, feeding was after four o'clock and the sky was still very bright.

Eighty-seven thousand people were divided into groups of one thousand, and each group was assigned a soldier from the Xuanjia Army to read aloud to them with a book.

At that time, the state of Shijia and the state of Liao were at war. Yang Qian thought it was a big war and naturally needed to pay attention to it. But who would have thought that he would only find out after getting the prisoners over.

They were both third-rate troops, and the two sides just couldn't get along in terms of face, so they had a fight.

Many soldiers may have been tenant farmers, ordinary people and other low-level workers in the past.

To say that they are loyal kings, it is better to say that they recognize their identity as Shangguo people more.

As for the Liao State, their soldiers were not as enlightened as the country, and some of them were forcibly recruited. The battle went well, and it was nothing more than a military exploit.

Unexpectedly, we lost our troops and generals, and some of them were missing arms and legs. Naturally, they had a lot of resentment towards the people in power, but they just had to be more tolerant, so life went on like this.

After all, in this era, there was no concept of peasant uprising, so the nobles had no idea about the mud-legged rebellion.

Zhu Hongfang has been with Yang Qian for a while, and is usually by Ran Jing's side.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he learned some and watched some. Sometimes he would think about how General Ran would handle the same problem.

How will you do it in your hands? In this way, although it may not be perfect, at least there will be no mistakes.

In this arrangement, Zhu Hongfang also allowed soldiers from the two countries to mix together, so as to break up their attempts to unite.

Where Zhu Hongfang was reading aloud, a tall man with a somewhat out-of-shape figure said.
Chapter completed!