"Zhongcheng, how do you know about these things that will happen in the future?" Young Master Zhao asked when he didn't understand.

"When I was unconscious, a voice told me in my head." Lin Run said solemnly, "When I woke up, I still remembered it clearly. I think it must be Marshal Tian Gong who couldn't bear to see the Chinese land sinking and the clothes and hats being ruined, so he sent me a dream. Then he woke me up and asked me to save the Ming Dynasty!"

"Uh..." Zhao Hao was speechless for a moment. He didn't expect Lin Run to put the blame on the gods... Marshal Tian Gong and Mazu Niangniang are gods widely worshipped by the people along the coast of Fujian and Guangdong.

"Do you believe what I said?" Lin Run looked at Zhao Hao coldly.

"I believe it, absolutely." Young Master Zhao was very shrewd, and he immediately followed the situation and said, "If it wasn't for the immortals saving him, how could Zhongcheng miraculously wake up? Then why did the immortals save Zhongcheng? They must have let Zhongcheng save the Ming Dynasty!"

"Hey, I think so too." Lin Run immediately felt like he had found a good friend, and smiled for the first time today, saying, "Then let's save Daming together, okay?"

"Okay, that's exactly what I meant." Zhao Hao quickly stretched out his hand. Lin Run hesitated for a moment, then imitated his movements, stretched out his hand and held Zhao Hao's hand tightly.

"Then from now on, we are comrades!" Master Zhao said with a happy smile.

"Comrades... we have the same aspirations. What a good name." Lin Run praised it and nodded heavily, saying, "Okay, from today on, we are comrades!"

Since they had become dear comrades, Lin Run could speak freely. "I saw your Jiangnan Company before, and it seemed that you were going to take over all the prefectures in Jiangnan."

"It's now called Jiangnan Investment Group." Young Master Zhao corrected him with a dry laugh, then said seriously, "But I have no selfish motives. Everything I do is to save the Ming Dynasty."

"Okay, I believe you." Lin Run nodded.

"Huh?" Zhao Hao was stunned: "You believe it now?"

"Because we are comrades." Lin Zhongcheng said in a matter-of-fact voice: "In the past, I would advise you to take your time. But now, we have no time, I just think you are not fast enough!"

He waved his fist weakly and said, "Time is running out, comrade! We must speed up, speed up!"

"Well, there is still time." Young Master Zhao hurriedly reminded: "Didn't the Minister of Justice say that there are still seventy-five years left?"

"You are stupid!" Lin Run corrected him harshly, "You have read a lot of history books. In which dynasty did not the people start to suffer misery and then the world became in chaos a few decades before the fall of the country?"

"That's right." Mr. Zhao nodded, thinking that this dynasty was also like this. Thinking of this, he wanted to criticize Wanli to death.

"So we don't have much time. Ten years, twenty years!" Lin Zhongcheng said decisively: "It will definitely not exceed thirty years!"

Zhao Hao couldn't help but be secretly shocked when he heard this. Lin Run's judgment was too accurate.

This year, the last of Wanli's three major expeditions, the Battle of Bozhou, was launched. This year, Wanli sent mining supervisors and tax collectors to disturb the people everywhere, causing disasters to the whole country. That year, it triggered the Linqing Rebellion and the Hanyang Rebellion, and the Ming Dynasty was completely incurable.

"So speed up, comrade, just do whatever you want to do!" Lin Run stretched out his hand with difficulty, patted his shoulder, and said with all his strength: "I will do everything I can to help you!"

~~

Zhao Hao didn't expect that this visit to Lin Run would turn out to be like this.

It was natural to ask him to propose the shipping of grain by sea. And it seemed that he had finally found a comrade to help save the Ming Dynasty.

But this method is too bizarre and cannot be replicated. Otherwise, he really wants to create a few more vegetative people.

No matter what, I am not alone!

On the way back to the county town, although it was still drizzling, it did not affect Mr. Zhao's joyful mood at all. He kept humming a strange little tune and asked Secretary Ma to compose music for him.

Although Secretary Ma admired the young master very much, he was reserved about the issue of singing.

Sister Ma played the piano feebly while moaning quietly, "Hey yo hey hey, hey yo hey, no matter how high the mountains are or how deep the waters are; hey yo hey hey, hey yo hey...it can't stop me from running towards my future~~" Can this be considered a song? It's more like a donkey's bray.

But singing with the boss and making him happy is the basic job of a qualified secretary. Thinking of this, Secretary Ma adjusted her mood, played the piano seriously, and accompanied the young master to sing "Hey yo hey, hey yo hey" all the way.

When the boat docked, Mr. Zhao finally enjoyed himself and took the pear and white fungus soup offered by Sister Qiaoqiao. While drinking, he said with a sense of unsatisfied satisfaction: "This kind of thing is really more fun with more people. Sister Qiaoqiao, next time the three of us will have fun together, it will definitely be more exciting. Hey, why do you look so bad?"

Qiaoqiao twitched her lips twice, and she didn't dare tell Zhao Hao that after hearing what she said in the kitchen just now, she wanted to kill someone.

~~

They were leaving tomorrow. Qiaoqiao and Ma Xianglan hurried to pack their luggage as soon as they got back to the county government office. They might have to stay in the capital for a while this time. Since they were taking a big ship, they could bring more belongings with them so that they could live comfortably.

Zhao Hao planned to go to the front and give some advice to the painters and writers who stayed behind. Especially the lonely painter, he was so lazy that if you didn't explain the task to him clearly, he wouldn't even help if the oil bottle fell.

But when he arrived at the Confucius Courtyard, he saw Pan Jixun and Zheng Ruoceng were also there. The four of them were in the living room opposite the signing room, eating and drinking while talking while waiting for him to come back.

Seeing Zhao Hao come in, Wu Cheng'en quickly asked the servant to bring a stool and invited the young man to take a seat.

With Qiaoqiao here, how could Zhao Hao come here hungry? Looking at the mess on the table, Master Zhao waved his hand and sat down on the Luohan couch nearby. A handsome servant brought him fruits and fragrant tea.

Young Master Zhao asked with a smile, "Why are the four of you together?"

"They came to look for you, but when it was time for dinner, you were nowhere to be seen, so I had to entertain them," Wu Cheng'en replied with a smile.

Zheng Ruozeng was still okay, but when Pan Jixun came, none of his three brothers showed up, which was actually quite rude.

But there's nothing I can do, everyone is not here.

Although the old man was forced to sign the treaty, it was absolutely impossible for him to enter the capital with that woman. The next morning, he and Ye went ahead.

Mr. Zhao, ah, let’s not talk about it.

"What wind blew the chancellor back?" Young Master Zhao looked at his free laborer with a smile...

After Pan Jixun recovered from his illness, he immediately designed the Chongming Seawall, the Kunshan Phase III Project, and the Taihu Lake Dike in Fucheng. Normally, he should have gone to Taicang to design the river dike.

"I can't do your job anymore." Pan Jixun said expressionlessly.

"Want to cheat?" Young Master Zhao blinked and asked, "I have accepted all your sons and nephews."

"It's not that I don't want to help you, I just have no other choice." Pan Jixun curled his lips and said, "I received an imperial decree the day before yesterday, asking me to reinstate my father."

The cheerful atmosphere in the room suddenly stagnated.

ps. This is the fourth update. Let me see if I can write another one. Please give me your monthly votes!