Chapter 23 The Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Write a Plan

After just meeting two people, she felt so tired that she didn't want to talk.

He returned to the bedroom, rubbed his brows, and without taking time to rest, he immediately took out a pen and paper and began to write a plan.

People have been sent to investigate and collect evidence of the crimes of corrupt officials. The damaged literature and rituals were restored by the right prime minister Manchuan, while the legal texts and new reforms were prepared by the left prime minister Minghe.

What she has to do now is to quickly raise funds and distribute subsidies from the state to the people, to at least ensure that they can have food to eat and medical treatment.

There are very few capable people in the court now, which gives her even more headaches.

There were so many things to do, including inspecting the troops and spying on the enemy's movements. She was so overwhelmed that she didn't even have a chance to close her eyes.

Jun Lin took a deep breath, cleared his mind of distractions, and focused his thoughts on paper.

Jingguo is a vast country with rich resources. There are still many silver and coal mines that have not been mined, including private mines owned by some high-ranking officials.

Those that need to be mined should be mined, and then processed to increase the added value of the items, so as to sell them at a good price.

What should be recycled should be recycled, and corrupt officials should be caught in one swoop.

Also, there was no gunpowder in this era. Jun Lin narrowed his eyes. This was a huge business opportunity and a trump card.

With the materials available at that time, saltpeter, sulfur and charcoal could be made into gunpowder. She controlled the formula and proportion, which was the most valuable thing.

This includes having restaurants launch more modern menus, some hairpins and jewelry have more ingenious designs, and improved rouge and powder, which can be quietly launched by Jingguo merchants scattered across the country. If successful, then her business network can take root firmly and invade other countries' industries.

She smiled bitterly, thinking that if she wasn't a modern person who traveled through time, she wouldn't be able to make money so quickly.

Otherwise it will take decades to support the people.

And...

She slumped in the dragon chair and tilted her head back to look at the ceiling.

These ancient people were all her ancestors, each one more intelligent than the other. She needed to learn carefully the Mohist mechanical arts, the Yin-Yang school's magical arts, the Legalist school's innovations, the military tactics of the military school, the Taoist school's simplicity, and so on.

Otherwise, you will fall over if you are not careful.

There are too many talented people in the world, such as the witches in southern Xinjiang and the Zhanzu in the snowy land. If you are arrogant because you are a modern person who traveled through time and space and your thinking is thousands of years ahead of them, then you will fall into an irretrievable situation.

Junlin knows this better than anyone else, so she has always regarded herself as a part of this era and humbly learns from all the big guys.

After Jingguo is fully resurrected, she will need to travel across mountains and rivers to personally look for civil and military officials to help her unify the world.

An excellent king needs to employ talented people and use the land of wisdom and ability to make up for his own shortcomings. Only in this way can his horizons be broadened and he can gradually become an invincible hexagonal warrior!

She encouraged herself in her heart.

Nothing much.

These difficulties are nothing.

There will be a more difficult road ahead.

Jun Lin immediately sat up straight and started writing his business plan as if he was full of energy.

He wrote furiously with the spirit of a modern, miserable office worker who rushes to finish a plan overnight.

She inserted her five fingers into her hair, lifted her bangs to reveal her smooth and full forehead, her slender eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and she rested her elbows on the table, thinking hard.

One after another, the discarded drafts were crumpled and thrown aside. I simulated again and again, trying to write a plan that would satisfy myself. Unconsciously, the ink I had used was almost gone. The sun was setting in the west, and the warm glow of the sunset was spreading across the sky.

“Squeak—”

The door of the study was pushed open, and Manhuang walked in like a little giant, carrying a meal.

The heavy footsteps made Jun Lin recognize him without even looking up.

With her hand still waving the pen, she lowered her eyes to look at the written words carefully, and easily used her consciousness to greet him.

"Come over here, and take a look at what I wrote."

The big guy's eyes lit up when he heard his master's call. He put down the meal and walked quickly to her side, looking at her carefully with dull eyes.

His back began to straighten, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, his emotions were passionate, and in the end it all turned into a stiff "OK" that he uttered from the bottom of his heart.

Jun Lin was stunned, then he held his muscular arm, which gave him a sense of security, and laughed out loud, feeling hearty and satisfied.

What?

How can my big guy be so cute and adorable?

The unhappiness and anxiety that had been pent up in her heart also dissipated when she smiled: "I am happy just seeing you every day."

Man Huang softened his expression, looked down at her with droopy eyelids and red ears, and pink flowers bloomed around him with happiness: "Me too."

The two-meter-tall, bronze-skinned man was not handsome, with a muscular body and not the skinny and beautiful type. But at this moment, Jun Lin thought he was extremely handsome.

She lit the stove, picked up the crumpled manuscripts, squatted on the ground and burned them one by one, rigorously and meticulously.

"Why are you here? Why don't you go and have a good rest now that you have nothing to do?"

He accepted the host's concern, squatted down, and said honestly: "My Lord, it's time for dinner."

Seeing her sudden realization, he continued, "Take care of yourself."

Jun Lin patted his head and smiled: "Look at my brain, I even forgot about dinner time."

Manhuang pulled her up, walked to the basin, adjusted the water temperature, and covered her delicate flesh with his big palms, washing her carefully.

He looked overly focused and serious, as if he was doing something extremely sacred, which silenced Jun Lin, who wanted to speak out to stop him.

Emperor Jing, who could completely wash his hands of the matter on his own, smiled knowingly.

This guy wants to get close to her.

This person who is usually taciturn and not good at speaking is now using his actions to show his desire to get close to his master.

She stared at his movements closely, her voice soft and gentle with a smile like the spring breeze: "I have always received what Manhuang wanted to convey."

The big guy pursed his lips and smiled shyly.

It's great that you can express your feelings without using words.

After washing their hands, the two sat together to eat. Of course, Manhuang was forced to sit down by Junlin.

The moment she opened the lid of the lunch box, she was stunned by the luxurious side dishes inside, all of which were delicacies from land and sea, and there was also a pot of aged wine.

The hand holding the chopsticks paused, and she felt sad.

What a big deal! She still remembers the bowl of vegetable soup she drank in the bandits' lair.

Manhuang was puzzled; "Lord?"

Jun Lin poured wine for himself and Man Huangman, and the rich aroma of wine in the room was tempting.

She raised her glass and said, "This meal will be the last of my extravagant life. Tomorrow we will share a recipe with the common people. We will start with the palace and the court to be frugal."

She had promised Lin Junhuai that she would experience the suffering of the common people.

Now that I have promised, how can I not do it?

When a gentleman keeps his word, all the five mountains seem insignificant.

Manhuang did not persuade her with words like "How can you eat these as the Lord?" He just obeyed her wishes unconditionally and raised his glass: "I will accompany the Lord."

The two cups collided, making a crisp clinking sound.

Jun Lin smiled, and Man Huang curled his lips.

The fiery clouds turned half the sky red.