A year later, Jiang Ju finally pacified the last four counties and returned to the court. The whole city of Bianjing was in a state of excitement, and the honor guard lined up all the way to the palace, totaling 30,000 people.

The scale was far greater than before, many times larger than the Hundred Battles Division that Jiang Jucai brought into the city. However, when Jiang Jucai took a closer look, he saw only a sparse honor guard, wearing colorful clothes, holding a stick, a plaque, and a flag in their hands. There are no flags.

Jiang Fugui, who was already the de facto leader of the world, stood behind the city gate to greet Jiang Jucai. The latter dismounted his horse, walked three steps at a time, knelt down and saluted: "I have seen your Majesty, long live my emperor. "

After the grand ceremony, the two got into the carriage, and the distinction between monarch and minister immediately disappeared.

The father and son were arm-in-arm and murmuring in low voices. Jiang Jucai looked at the beggar outside and said, "Dad, if we don't have money, don't do this. Isn't it just a joke to make a beggar?"

Jiang Fugui glared and said: "Work-for-relief, you know nothing! What is our situation now? The country's name has not yet been decided, and half of the people in the world have not yet settled down. As far as this land of Qianjing is concerned, more and more people More and more refugees are coming, and there is not enough land and food to allocate."

"Drive them somewhere else?"

"Idiot, there are countless casualties due to the fatigue of traveling and traveling. Moreover, the local aristocratic family has not been completely taken care of. Now that we can't make it out of hundreds of miles, we only have a name."

"The army clears the way, who dares to disobey?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Fugui punched him on the head and cursed: "Even when I was doing business, I wouldn't dare to drive away a guy casually. Do you think you are raising chickens and ducks? Master Wen said that he was raising chickens and ducks." To govern a big country, if you cook small dishes, you should not disturb the people."

"If we allocate fields to the people, is it still considered disturbing the people?"

"Do you have an obedient local government or a spy agency? I am so angry. You will stay with me for the next few years and will not be allowed to enter the military camp again."

The more Jiang Fugui talked, the angrier he became. Until now, he still felt that Jiang Jucai was not good at literature and that no matter how good his martial arts were, it was useless.

A few months ago, he asked Gu Wen for advice, but the latter did not give a specific answer. The best way is to adapt measures to local conditions.

Gu Wen asked him questions one after another: the land must be divided, but how, who will divide it, and can it be divided into the hands of the people?

When he actually sat in this position, Jiang Fugui felt endless pressure and exhaustion, and even faintly disliked himself for playing clever tricks in the past.

Nowadays, the world is in crisis, the people don’t have enough to eat, and there are still insects who want to make fortune from the disaster!

Returning to the palace, many palaces are still in ruins.

The Jiang family father and son met again with many heroes, including military veterans, famous ministers of the previous dynasty, and contemporary great scholars, etc. Everyone quarreled over the title of the country.

In the end, they broke up unhappy, and the father and son returned to the side hall. The palace door was broken, and they were patched up with random pieces of wood. Although the decoration inside was magnificent, there were always holes in one place that were filled in the same way as in ordinary farmhouses.

Even the eunuchs and maids looking down at them were all left behind from before.

"Father, please repair it at least."

"Repair? How much will it cost? Do you think the money in the treasury is blown by the strong wind? Or is it that you are living in a poor condition and you are missing arms and legs?"

Jiang Jucai was scolded again, and he could only smile helplessly.

Although my father has put on a dragon robe, he is still the same old man who always saves money and pays close attention to all expenses.

At this time, a child wearing patched trousers ran in. Jiang Juxian shouted excitedly: "Dad, Master Wen woke up and he asked you to go there."

"That's when you leave seclusion."

Jiang Fugui became energetic, tidied up his clothes, and left quickly without even eating lunch. The Jiang brothers followed closely behind, as well as a dozen guards and a group of eunuchs and maids.

A large group of people ran from the north and south of the palace all the way to the imperial garden in the east.

This place has been transformed into Gu Wen's residence, and has been turned upside down by Qing Cang. The original exotic flowers and plants have been transformed into fields, covered with various crops, and a single ear of rice can hang hundreds of millet.

When Jiang Fugui saw it, he knelt down on the spot and cried like a ghost, begging Gu Wen to give him the treasure.

The fairy, who was very close to Mr. Wen, provided it to Jiang Fugui free of charge. In just one year after the seeds were sown, starvation in the world was no longer the norm.

Although it was not enough to provide enough food and clothing, the people gradually settled down after eating.

An old donkey was lying on the ridge of the field, mouthing human words: "Don't step on the field."

Jiang Fugui saluted respectfully, took only his two sons, and entered the golden rice fields.

Across the golden rice fields, you can vaguely see a house with fireworks emitting in the distance. When you get closer, you can see a man and two women having a meal inside.

"Disciple, eat more."

Qingcang picked out the bitter melon that he didn't like and put it into Gu Wen's bowl, then took away a piece of meat.

This has become a daily routine. After experiencing all kinds of love in the early stage, Gu Wen could feel his master and gradually regarded him as a 'toy'.

People with high emotional intelligence say that Master Qingcang is a person who is very interesting in daily life, not the stereotype of a dry old Taoist priest.

The footsteps outside the door made everyone stop their chopsticks. Gu Wen got up and left the dining table, and went outside to greet Jiang Fugui.

"Master Wen, you are finally out of isolation."

Jiang Fugui started wiping away tears again, without any posture that a king should have.

Gu Wen said helplessly: "Every time I see you, you cry."

"Half a year is gone, and the days are like years. How many half-years can there be in life?"

Jiang Fugui showed no restraint in his demeanor. In ancient feudal society, people would attach great importance to affection. This was not only a relationship link to maintain interests, but also a society lacking the rule of law, where relatives and friends were the only source of security.

Gu Wen is his only supporter, otherwise no one would listen to him.

Gu Wen asked: "How is the world going now?"

Jiang Fugui answered truthfully: "The world has been settled for the first time, and everything is in ruins. I have tried my best to help the people, but now I can only say that there is no famine."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled on his pants, almost falling off.

"Are these the clothes of the Dog Emperor?"

Gu Wen looked at the large dragon robe and couldn't help laughing.

Although it looks very impressive, the height is obviously not suitable, and all five claws have been cut off after tailoring. Others would definitely not do this, but Jiang Fugui has followed Gu Wen for so many years, and he has been influenced by what he has heard and seen, and has no sacredness to the imperial power.

feel.

People always serve the source of power. If Jiang Fugui was a genuine founding emperor, he would definitely not have suffered so much for himself, even if Jiang Jucai was promoted to the throne.

And Jiang Fugui, the only one who can be his confidant for so many years, has one advantage, that is, he is dedicated to everything he does.

"We'll chat later. Is the road from Linchuan to Bianjing ready?"

Gu Wen asked what he cared about most, and bluntly said that spiritual objects were his first goal in fighting for the world, and other than that, he wouldn't mind creating a peaceful and prosperous age.

The ancient times of peace and prosperity were simple and difficult, but with absolute force in hand, Gu Wen was confident and determined.

Jiang Fugui nodded and said: "It was opened three months ago, and now the second batch of medicinal fruits is being delivered."

"Where's the first batch?"

"There was a problem with the luck path, and everything was lost on the road. Then I investigated and it turned out that the passers-by were tampering with people here and there. I killed twelve county magistrates in a row, and sent troops to suppress the aristocratic families along the road before I could get rid of the things.

Transported to Bianjing."

There was a hint of murderous intent in Jiang Fugui's eyes, and he had the aura of a superior person.

In other aspects, he is very cautious and puts the people first. Now the new dynasty has not yet decided its name

And when it comes to transporting spiritual objects from various places, Jiang Fugui, a small landowner with a short stature, will really show his fangs and ruthlessly run over everyone.

Power is responsible for its source. This is what Jiang Fugui has always wanted to teach his son.

"People always cry before seeing the coffin. You did a good job."

Gu Wen praised them and then led them into the house, because the master had something to tell Jiang Fugui.

Entering the house, a woman dressed in plain white raised her jade finger gently, and the food on the table turned into smoke in an instant.

Such a miraculous scene made the Jiang family father and son even more awed. Even Jiang Juxian, who was less than eight years old, showed his ability to judge the situation beyond his years.

"I heard the conversation you just had. You did a very good job, better than most of the people in power in our clan."

Qingcang first praised, and then took out five bags of crystal clear seeds from his sleeve.

They are rice, millet, wheat, beetroot, millet and other grains.

"Plant these, then bring the plants of each season and record the yield per acre in kilograms."

"yes."

After getting the seeds, Jiang Fugui felt as if he had found a treasure. He turned around and ran away, looking back and shouting: "Master Wen, the seeds will be planted tomorrow. I have to work overtime to do things. I will catch up with you next time."

After saying that, Jiang Fugui plunged into the fields.

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After all the fuss, the courtyard returned to calm.

Gu Wen asked: "Are you trying to feed everyone in the world?"

"I want to open up wisdom to all my compatriots. The belly determines the brain. Only when you are full can your spiritual wisdom activate."

Qingcang replied, using a sparse and ordinary tone, revealing great ambitions that a Buddhist monk might not be able to achieve in his lifetime.

"I know that most of the sufferings of mortals come from poverty. Money is just a voucher. In the final analysis, food is still needed."

Akabaneko asked: "Can everyone become wise if they can eat enough?"

Qingcang shook his head with a smile and said: "This is only the first step, we need to teach them how to read and read. Only when people read more books will they not be fooled. Later, we will let them benefit from practice."

"benefit?"

Akabaneko was very confused.
To be continued...