The war in the Far East waters is about to break out, and Fu Xiaoguan's Third Fleet is sailing in the vast ocean.

Far away in the back garden of the imperial palace in Guanyun City, Yu Wenjun once again gathered the sisters and held a special meeting here.

"Before he left, my husband said that this trip would take about a year, which means he will be back in September next year."

Yu Wenjun glanced at the sisters' nervous faces. "It's impossible to say I'm not worried. I'm gathered here today not to worry about my husband, but about the future of our family."

"The Lord has made up his mind to return. Next year is the first year of Daxia's second five-year plan, and he has already handed it over to the three provinces. I believe that after he returns next September, he will spend at most another six months to refine the second five-year plan. This means that he will probably announce his abdication by the beginning of Daxia's fourth year, at the latest."

"To be honest, my husband has already written the imperial edict, but no one, including me, knows to whom he will pass the throne."

"That's what I want to talk about today. We are sisters. When our mother passed away, she told us over and over again that we must unite and never engage in palace fighting."

"So, no matter whose child my husband passes the throne to, I hope you can all remain calm."

"If my husband leaves, I will definitely follow him. You can make your own decisions."

"Shulan and I have discussed the Daxia Golden Phoenix Group and have decided to hand it over to the Li family. We don't know where my husband is going, but we can roughly imagine his plans for the future."

Su Su suddenly remembered what Fu Xiaoguan said in Yunqing Villa on Hanshan Mountain a few days ago.

The throne of the crown prince will probably fall into the hands of Wu Linger's son Wu Tianci. My husband also said that he wanted to run away and find a quiet place to become a big landlord.

She naturally did not say this out loud, after all, it involved the inheritance of the throne. Then she heard Yu Wenjun say:

"My husband left Linjiang. Actually, we all know that he still misses the days when he was a small landlord in Linjiang."

"So after my husband retires, I presume he'll hire many tenants and become a small landlord again. I'll discuss this with everyone. Wang Er, I'm sure you all know that he was once my husband's tenant in Xishan."

"What I'm thinking about is whether I should ask Wang Er if he's willing to take the villagers from Xishan with him if he returns."

"Also, regarding safety, Bai Yulian used to be close to my husband, but now he has become the Grand Marshal of Daxia. It might not be appropriate for him to leave. Then ask Ning Siyan. He is now a Saint, and he used to want to be my husband's doorman."

"That's all I can think of. It looks like we still have a year left, but a year flies by. We need to prepare a way out for my husband in advance."

Next, the ten women started chattering and discussing.

What made Dong Shulan feel relieved was that no one was willing to stay in this palace, and they were all willing to follow their husband.

Even people in the martial arts world like Xu Xinyan, Susu, and Zhang Pei'er were extremely excited. They felt that their husband's choice was right and that it would be the best thing for the whole family to live leisurely in a place where no one knew about it.

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On the Guanyun Terrace, under the old pine tree, next to the chess table, the three prime ministers gathered here for a rare opportunity to relax.

Nangong Yiyu brewed a pot of tea and said lightly: "I'm afraid the battle in the Far East Road has already started."

"Well, according to the time, the fighting should have started." Zhuo Yixing nodded and said, "But His Majesty has probably just left the palace. I hope this battle is over before His Majesty arrives."

Meng Changping gazed at the sea of ​​clouds and sighed softly, "I actually hope that Your Majesty can return soon."

"Your Majesty has come up with the new outline for the Second Five-Year Plan. My two elders, although we can almost memorize the outline, when it comes to understanding the mysteries within it... I truly find it profound!"

After Meng Changping said this, Nangong Yiyu and Zhuo's group smiled bitterly.

During these past few months, Your Majesty has been working with unprecedented diligence, with half of his energy being spent on this second five-year plan.

This is a much more complex and all-encompassing thick outline!

It proposed the concept of gross national product and the standard of national income to be achieved. This standard cannot be applied equally, but must be implemented in each village. Your Majesty must know how much income the poorest group of people in Daxia have today, and must know the detailed number of this group. Because during the meeting, Your Majesty said that after the data is compiled, a poverty file must be established and targeted policies must be implemented to increase the income of this group.

Daxia now has a population of more than 300 million. This is a huge project. Your Majesty's purpose in doing this is very simple, that is, while Daxia is developing rapidly, no one can be left behind.

In fact, this is people's livelihood, but Your Majesty has taken this matter to the extreme.

And then there's science...this stuff left the three prime ministers even more confused.

His Majesty said that during the second five-year period, a railway transportation network must be established. It is not necessary to build units at the county level, but the main trunk lines of each circuit and autonomous prefecture in Daxia must be completed.

All the three prime ministers could do was to ask local governments to cooperate with the Academy of Sciences to survey the terrain and lay tracks. As for the rest... they knew nothing about it.

There are many others, covering various aspects such as military, culture, economy, etc.

Nangong Yiyu often wondered about one question: how could this young emperor know so many things?

Emperor Wen tried every possible means to pass the throne to Fu Xiaoguan, even going so far as to kill his other two sons. Did Emperor Wen know that Fu Xiaoguan was so capable?

Zhuo Yixing picked up his teacup and suddenly smiled. "I am old now. I originally wanted to work for Daxia for a few more years, but these days I have been thinking about it over and over again. I feel that I am no longer suited to the development of Daxia."

"Every time His Majesty introduces a new policy, he explains it to us in detail, even multiple times, fearing we might not understand. The truth is, it's not easy for us to understand either."

"The Great Xia ship is accelerating, but I feel that instead of adding any strength to the ship, I am actually pulling it by the rope."

"So, when Your Majesty returns, I will retire."

Among the three prime ministers, Zhuo Yixing and Nangong Yiyu were the oldest. When Nangong Yiyu heard this, he immediately felt like backing out.

"Yes, just like the article 'Ode to the Young Men of the Yu Dynasty' written by Your Majesty, Great Xia is like the rising sun, while we... are already the setting sun. How can we possibly keep up with Your Majesty's pace?"

He sighed deeply and stood up. "It's time to give way to those young people. Let's go back and continue studying the second five-year plan!"