After writing a letter to Chen Maosheng, Zhao Han sent a group letter to all the mayors of poor counties to report the situation of the mountain people.

The mayors replied one after another, complaining that the mountain people were not easy to manage.

Take Yongning County as an example. There are only three towns in the county. If the mayor goes to the homes of mountain villagers, sometimes he has to walk for one or two days a day, which basically depends on the village chiefs of each village to manage their autonomy (the village chief has no salary, and it depends entirely on the use of love to generate electricity, otherwise the finances will be dragged to collapse).

Moreover, it has been three months since I won Yongning County, and the work of dividing the land in the mountains has not been completed.

Looking at the report from Longquan County, I have not finished the work of dividing the land, because the mountain road is too difficult to walk.

Fortunately, the mountain people in these places do not hang out like Hakka people, and the conflicts between people and land are also prominent. As long as officials are sent and the land is distributed to them, the mountain people support Zhao Han very much, and the missionary group and the farmers' association can develop smoothly.

After Zhao Han thought carefully, he wrote an article: "Politics in the Mountains, paving the way is the key."

After the secretary copied this article, it was immediately sent to the officials of various counties and towns.

The main task of those mountain officials in the future is to organize villagers to build roads. The road sections are divided into sections to villages and towns, and each village is responsible for their own sections, farming when they are busy and building roads when they are free.

Of course, the promotion of sweet potatoes and corn cannot be relaxed either.

Especially sweet potatoes, which are barren in the mountains, can make farmers full.

As for taxes and other things, Zhao Han actually didn't expect that the mountain people could support local officials, and it would be great if they didn't let the General Office allocate funds.

Zhao Han slowly walked back to the inner house and invited Pang Chun and Li Banghua to his house for dinner.

Before evening, the three of them sat in the yard and drank tea.

Zhao Han took out a piece of paper and handed it out and said, "There is a masterpiece of the Chinese generation, let's look at it, gentlemen."

Pang Chun came to take a look and handed it to Li Banghua. Li Banghua glanced at it and handed it back to Zhao Han.

My son has been born for more than half a year and has not been named.

Originally, Zhao Han gave one, but Pang Chunlai and Li Banghua both opposed it. This is the future prince, and the naming must be spiritual, because corresponding rules will be set for future descendants.

For example, Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son was Zhu Biao, so all his sons were next to the character "Mu".

They asked Zhao Han to prepare for the genealogy generation and even participated in helping with the formulation, but Zhao Han rejected the whole thing.

Now, Zhao Han has made a name for himself, and the descendants of all generations are sorted as: to help the world and help the people, govern the country and to consolidate the country, to be rich and polite, to be rich and polite, to be victorious, to cultivate the country and to resist the poor, to be victorious, to be victorious, to be victorious, to be victorious, to be victorious, to be victorious, to be victorious, to be victorious, to be victorious

Li Banghua reminded: "Is it too little if only thirty-two words?"

Zhao Han smiled and said, "I think there are too many. I can spread twenty emperors, and even if I die, I can wake up laughing. There are many generations of Ming Taizu, who have the names of Emperor Ming, how many can the Emperor of Ming do?"

Li Banghua was speechless for a moment, and had never seen such a person before.

Not to mention the founding monarch of the Ding generation, even ordinary families would have formed a long list. Zhao Han was better, just thirty-two words, and it seemed that he thought his descendants had been passed on to the country for too long.

"It's better to add thirty-two words." Pang Chunlai suggested.

Zhao Han shook his head and said, "It is ridiculous to be proud of the dynasties of all dynasties. The thirty-two generations will continue, and it will not be too late for them to continue their abilities as their descendants."

Zhao Han dipped his fingers into tea and wrote down the eldest son’s name on the stone table.

This name is also of particular importance. Zhao Han doesn't want to be particular, but the ministers insist on paying attention.

Ming is the virtue of fire, and water can overcome fire, so Zhao Han replaced the Ming Dynasty because of the destiny. Otherwise, why did the name come with water?

Water produces wood, so sons should have the word "wood".

Huan, great, mighty.

Zhao Kuanghuan, Zhao Kuanghuan...Li Banghua said it twice, but always felt a little awkward. Fortunately, Zhao Han did not name his son Zhao Kuangyin.

Zhao Han was also very awkward. Could it be that his descendants also need a periodic table of elements?

"Second brother, I'm back!"

Zhao Zhenfang jumped in with her schoolbag on her back.

When he saw Pang Chunlai and Li Banghua, he immediately bowed and said, "Mr. Pang, Mr. Li."

"Okay!" Pang Chunlai said happily.

Li Banghua sat down and bowed his hand, but did not stand up. He wanted to stand up before, but Zhao Han stopped him several times.

Zhao Han asked: "What did you learn today?"

Zhao Zhenfang stood behind her brother, lay on the back of the chair and said, "I have learned arithmetic in the morning, so I have learned it long ago. I practice calligraphy in the afternoon, recite Tang poetry, and teach Nu Hong again."

"No, study hard." Zhao Han encouraged.

The girls' schools run by the gentry did not teach the Four Books and Five Classics, and Zhao Han did not force them. There were really few female teachers who knew that thing.

To be honest, the more Zhao Han studied Neo-Confucianism, the more he felt that Neo-Confucianism was profound and profound. His philosophical thoughts influenced China in the next few hundred years. Even in the 21st century, many of the Chinese's words and deeds were subtly influenced by Neo-Confucianism without knowing it.

Zhao Han did not intend to abolish the science of nature, but had to delete many contents.

At the same time, scientific ideas should also be introduced, and in the future, we cannot simply use eight-part essays to win scholars.

To be precise, it is not introduction, but inspiration and creation. Because the West is now in a mess, Newton will not be born a year before Chongzhen hangs himself.

Zhao Han really wanted to re-compile the primary school textbooks, but he was busy with military and political affairs all day long and had no time to do it himself. He was not satisfied with the things compiled by the scholars.

Soon, Xiyue came to call everyone to have dinner, and Fei Rulan had already arranged the dishes and chopsticks.

When Li Banghua saw him, he sighed once. Even in an ordinary wealthy family, there were few mistresses who personally arranged the dishes and chopsticks.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

"Come in!"

A military secretary of the secretariat sent a translated secret letter regardless of Zhao Han's meal.

After reading it, Zhao Han smiled and said, "Chongzhen has officially resumed military supervision, and Gao Qiqian has also obtained the title of 'director'."

Pang Chunlai, Li Banghua immediately glanced at him and said, "Congratulations to the General Town!"

Chongzhen had previously recalled eunuchs in full, but later he was re-sent on a small scale, and his power was not particularly great.

This year, the Tartars broke through the pass and brought the 180,000 livestock, many people and wealth that they had plundered, and left the capital in a swagger. They also set up wooden signs on the edge of the Great Wall, "No gift from officials" for each official.

As expected, civil officials and military generals did not dare to send them off, so they sat down and watched the Qing army retreat calmly.

Chongzhen was stimulated and completely lost his trust in civil and military affairs. Not only did he send eunuchs again, but his military supervisors also became more powerful and reached the peak of the entire Ming Dynasty!

Alas, the poor Ming generals have been having difficulty doing things and will be pointed at by eunuchs in the future.

Li Banghua asked, "Have the eunuchs and military supervisors arrived in Jiangxi?"

"No," Zhao Han said with a smile, "I guess it's just left Beijing and it will take a month or two to arrive."

Li Banghua was even more surprised. Zhao Han's spy was so powerful that before the eunuch left the capital, the news actually reached Ji'an Mansion.

In fact, it is not that mysterious. Before appointing eunuchs from various places, the relevant news will spread quickly. The group of scholars in Fushe have all quarreled and they all want to intercept them. After the Yangzhou spies received the news, they immediately sent it to Jiujiang, and then to Nanchang, and forwarded it to Zhao Han by Xu Ying.

...

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Zhu Xieyuan got the news one day later than Zhao Han. He lay in bed for a long time, and suddenly he couldn't stop coughing.

Your Majesty, I'm confused!

In fact, whether to send eunuchs or not has nothing to do with Zhu Xieyuan, because he is already terminally ill and now he is difficult to get out of bed and eat.

"Supervisor, Mr. Wang asks for a meeting."

"Let him in."

Wang Tingshi came to the bedside and bowed and said, "Greetings to the supervisor."

"Sit down." Zhu Xieyuan was weak.

After Wang Tingyi was captured, he was locked up for only half a month before letting go. He claimed that he hid in his old friend's house and fell ill to recuperate before quietly fleeing back to Nanchang Mansion.

Wang Tingshi sighed and said, "The commander, the last time he was defeated, all the good children were unwilling to join the army. They were born in the countryside late and could not recruit soldiers at all."

Zhu Xieyuan comforted, "It's not your fault, it's my miscommand. I have submitted a memorial to apologize and asked the Three Secretary of Jiangxi to recommend you to revive it. How can I just wait for the emperor's orders slowly?"

Wang Tingshi looked outside the door and whispered: "Supervisor, from Nanchang to Jiujiang, everyone is afraid of the Zhao bandits. Even if they can recruit soldiers, it may be difficult to fight in the future. The officers, soldiers and soldiers will definitely flee."

"Help me sit up." Zhu Xieyuan said.

Wang Tingshi hurriedly helped him, and Zhu Xieyuan held the edge of the bed and sat up with great difficulty.

The supervisor said: "In the battle of Fengcheng, all the officials and troops were destroyed, and there were no soldiers available in northern Jiangxi. If it were other bandits, they would probably have to expand in large numbers, and it would be no problem to attack several mansions. However, the thief Zhao was calm and just sent people to form a farmer association and then take action after the melons were ripe. Looking through the history books, there was no way to find such a thief, and he had a great ambition. I have not had much time, and I am not afraid of being punished for my words. If the Ming Dynasty is overturned, those who win the world will be the thief!"

Wang Tingshi followed Zhu Xieyuan's meaning and said: "The general Gao Jian, outside the Nanchang Prefecture and Nanchang County, is now in the hands of the farmers' association. Farmers and tenants have joined the farmers' association one after another, and even some poor scholars were bewitched by the Zhao thief. This year's autumn grain will definitely not be collected."

The date of collection of autumn grain taxes is from the harvest of autumn grains to February of the following year.

When the farmers' association developed, the officials in the city dared not go out and hid in the prefectures and counties.

The landlords did not dare to stop the peasant association. It was really a battle in Fengcheng that the officers and soldiers were defeated too badly. They were afraid of attacking the peasant association and were subject to Zhao Han's liquidation in the future, which would be the end of the destruction of the whole family.

Now there are rumors everywhere. Some say that Zhao Han knows magic, some say that Zhao Han has descended to the earth, and some say that Zhao Han is a slave of the Fei family in the Qianshan Mountain.

In order to hide his identity as much as possible, Zhao Han also sent someone to spread rumors, saying that he was a slave of a certain tribe in Jishui, sometimes saying that he was a illegitimate son of a certain tribe in Le'an, sometimes saying that he was a merchant from a certain tribe in Fuzhou, and sometimes saying that he was actually a private salt dealer.

There are too many rumors and the government cannot determine the truth, so it is too lazy to investigate the Federician in Qianshan.

At this moment, Fei Yinghuan is still the governor of Fujian.

Wang Tingshi whispered: "The Left Governor Ding Kuichu, who has been ill for several days, is afraid that this person will leave with his seal."

Zhu Xieyuan remained silent, even the governor was frightened. Is there any rescue in Jiangxi?

Wang Tingshi took out another booklet and handed it over and said, "Supervisor, this is the book of thieves that has been circulated recently."

Zhu Xieyuan opened and saw that he was speechless.

"Records of the Female Generals of Datong".

It includes 108 female missionary instructors, written clearly from their names to resumes.

If "Datong Collection" is for scholars, then this thing is for women.
Chapter completed!