Chapter 483 Mu Yihan's plan
This is a wonderful statement, and I don't know how many people's hearts it touches.
Yes, although it is good to be born with gold in your mouth, your birth cannot measure your life.
Just like Zhou Chuncai, the Minister of Honglu Temple, who found his biological father at the age of five, although he became a child of a noble family.
But he was stupid and greedy. For a little profit, he just got a foster father and then a wet nurse.
Now he is a joke in the capital.
His colleagues in the court were also speechless because of his stupidity and didn't like to pay attention to him.
However, the frustration is other people's.
The Jiang family has a good family tradition and is on the right path. Now their days are prosperous!
This autumn harvest, the fields in the suburbs of Beijing produced a lot, and it was a bumper harvest.
The two farms of the Jiang family, because of the diligent care of the Jiang brothers, were filled with grain and granaries. Jiang Fenghu was so happy that he walked with the wind!
For farmers, nothing is happier than a good autumn harvest.
The simplicity in the bones of farmers and their passionate love for grain burst to the extreme at this moment.
However, after being exposed to the wind and sun for many days, his rough face was completely turned into a "black devil".
He didn't return home for a few days. When he returned home, he saw Jiang Fenghu wearing a fighting hat and his face was as black as charcoal. The servant at the door was still angry and wanted to scare him.
"Go, go! Who dares to enter the princess's mansion!"
"If you want to be a guard, I have to report to the lady before I can find someone to test you."
Jiang Fenghu took off his hat and raised his hand to knock the boy on the forehead.
"You silly boy, look carefully, I am the second master of your mansion!"
The boy rubbed his eyes and recognized the two "black beans" on his face, which were round and bright. It was the second master without a doubt.
"Second Master is really back." The servant smiled happily, and then touched the back of his head and said, "But seriously, if I draw your current appearance and put it up at home, it can ward off evil spirits." "
Don't run, kid, stop right there!"
"Second Master, spare my life, Second Master, I really know I was wrong--"
Hearing the noise, Xiao Nuobao and Feng came out to see that Fenghu was chasing the servant, the two of them bared their teeth, just like a dog chasing a rabbit.
Xiao Nuobao held his belly and laughed like a rooster, almost leaning against the wall.
"Haha, the second brother has turned as black as charcoal, even the servant can't recognize him, look, mother!"
Feng also laughed for a while, and deliberately said, "Second brother, don't go to see Chun Ge'er later, don't scare my grandson and think that the Black Mountain Old Monster has come to eat people."
Jiang Fenghu grabbed the servant's neck and touched his face, showing a silly look.
"Mother, if the harvest can be so good every year, then I will be happy to be a monster for a few days every year." He let go of the servant and laughed heartily. There were laughter and joy
in the yard. Madam Zheng was very considerate. At this time, she brought the cook and brought tea and snacks.
Jiang Fenghu tilted his neck and drank two cups of warm tea. Then he talked to his family about the harvest and calculated the money that could be put into the account.
As Feng listened, she nodded from time to time, her mouth gradually curled up to her ears.
In addition to her happiness, she also did not forget to instruct that she must pack some silver rewards for the tenants for their hard work throughout the year.
The Jiang family does things according to their conscience. They will not ignore the lives of the poor and become money-grubbing ghosts just because they are rich or noble.
"Second brother, if it weren't for the labor of the tenants, we wouldn't have such a harvest."
"Farming is not easy. In addition to the silver rewards, buy two or three big pigs and share a share with each family." Feng said with a final word.
The little fat girl gathered around, strolling with her hands behind her back, her big eyes rolling around.
She wanted to take advantage of Feng's happiness and ask her to take her out to buy some fashionable fabrics and some new clothes to wear during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
"Mom~"
the little fat girl was about to speak.
But who knew that at this moment, a white light suddenly flashed in her mind, and then a scene appeared!
In the strange scene, Xiao Nuobao saw a woman standing in front of the foreign army, holding a musket in her hand.
The next moment, the muzzle of the musket turned, and Nuobao suddenly discovered that everyone in the army had a musket!
And the direction the musket pointed to was actually... the palace of the Nanji Kingdom!
On the palace wall, Mu Yihan was alone, as if he was going to fight against all the cannon fodder.
"Daddy!" Xiao Nuobao couldn't help but get anxious, and then he shouted out.
At the same time, the picture also stopped abruptly, and when she rubbed her eyes again, she could not see anything.
Feng and Jiang Fenghu were startled.
"Sister, what happened?"
"Mother is here, young lady, what did you see?" Feng hurried over to ask.
Little Nuobao came back to her senses, touched her little arm, and was already covered with goose bumps.
She knew that the image just now must be a sign.
It seems that Daddy will be in trouble in the future, no, I'm afraid... the entire Nanji Kingdom will be in trouble!
The little fat girl took a deep breath, widened her eyes vigilantly, and said anxiously, "Mother, second brother, prepare the carriage quickly, Nuobao wants to go to the palace!"
Feng had never seen the young lady like this before, and she didn't ask any questions, so she asked Jiang Fenghu to call the driver quickly.
After returning to Longxuan Palace, Xiao Nuobao walked around the long corridor and found Mu Yihan and asked, "Daddy, do you know about fire guns? Do we have fire guns too?"
"What do you mean?" Mu Yihan was slightly surprised and took one out of the box.
"Daddy had one in his early years. This thing is dangerous. Nuobao, what do you want this for? Where have you seen it?" Mu Yihan said in a gentle tone.
Xiao Nuobao shook his head anxiously, "One is not enough, I want Daddy's Black Armor Army and Third Brother's Liaodong Camp to have one each!"
Mu Yihan was shocked when he heard it.
"You mean... you want to build a firearms army?"
"Yes, a firearms army. Our army must have firearms so that we can fight against them." Xiao Nuobao clenched his fists, thought of the woman in the picture, and nodded repeatedly.
Mu Yihan took a deep breath, and for a moment, he even forgot to ask who the "they" the lady was talking about.
He only knew that it was extremely difficult to make a large number of firearms.
Although firearms were powerful, they were rarely used by the soldiers of the Southern Ji.
Firstly, it was troublesome to make, and even the best craftsmen would have to study for a month before they could make one.
Secondly, the asphalt consumed was extremely precious.
Fortunately, when Mu Yihan was young and learning martial arts, he was quite interested in muskets and other things.
He also spent a lot of money to find several masters who could make muskets in the Southern Ji and various foreign countries.
After their research, the speed of making muskets can be greatly improved.
It's just that the amount of asphalt used in Nan Ji is really insufficient, and it can only rely on buying it from foreign countries.
However, Mu Yihan looked at the young man and trusted the young lady in his heart.
So he waved his hand and agreed, "Okay, Daddy, listen to Nuobao, let's set up a military factory, build firearms, and train a firearms army!"
Once the order to build a military factory was issued, it caused a lot of excitement in the Nan Ji army.
Mu Yihan also ordered the Ministry of Revenue to save unnecessary expenses and set aside a large sum of money to purchase a large amount of asphalt from foreign countries.
That afternoon, in the Qinzheng Palace, Mu Yihan rubbed the back of his neck and was flipping through a stack of memorials.
At this time, a black-armored soldier came hurriedly, "Master Imperial Master, I have something important to report."
Mu Yihan raised his eyes slightly, "Go in!"
"But has there been any news from Wala?" he asked in a calm voice.
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