Guo Jing and Huang Rong welcomed everyone into the mansion. After they exchanged tea, they sat on both sides and exchanged information.
Di Fan spoke first, "Let me start by saying, this time the leader and I have conquered three major sects: Shaolin, Dali's Tianlong Temple, and the Ming Cult. Rumors have spread in the martial arts world that the leader is intimidating the martial arts world, and all three sects have agreed to support our uprising. With the exception of the Tianlong Temple, which, for special political reasons, will not be sending troops, the other two sects will all contribute troops and personnel to provide our full support."
Zhong Mingliang, standing nearby, echoed, "Wait a moment, and I'll hand over the Ming Cult's roster and assets to Gang Leader Huang for overall management. Ming Cult members can be integrated into the Beggars' Sect, sharing intelligence and making no distinction between them."
"Then I would like to thank Master Zhong first."
Huang Rong did not refuse. As the housekeeper appointed by Xiaolongnu, she knew very well that the more important the position in the early stage of the uprising, the easier it would be to obtain a prominent position in the later stage.
Even if her husband and herself didn't need it, she still had to make plans for the children, right? Especially since her eldest daughter, Guo Fu, had become useless.
Xiaolongnu gave Di Fan a reproachful look. She was not used to being addressed as "Alliance Leader" or "Senior Brother".
Di Fan sat upright in the face of danger, without responding, like a gentleman... but in his heart...
[Alas, my good little junior sister will be far away from me from now on.]
[In order to cultivate my junior sister's temperament, I need to be careful about how I address her and how we interact with her in the future... After all, she's the future Empress, so I can't be so casual like before.]
[Some habits must be formed in advance... What a pity, my soft and sweet little apprentice sister! ~]
Xiao Longnu heard Di Fan's inner voice and knew that he was doing everything for her own good... but she still felt a little uncomfortable. Empress, are you really going to be left alone?
But she didn't, and it was even more impossible for her to ask now. She calmed herself down and looked at Huang Rong with a cold gaze.
"Boss Huang, how's the situation on your side?"
"Reporting to the leader, per the leader's previous orders, the Heartless Valley has been handed over to the Beggars' Sect. The Heartless Flower Sea has been burned down, leaving only a small patch for use. Regarding personnel, the Beggars' Sect has been collecting orphans from all over, and approximately 5,000 young men have begun training in the valley. Learning simplified Chinese characters, physical training, and practicing military formations are all part of their daily routine.
In addition, aquaculture farms, glass factories, cement factories and other factories have been established around Taihu Lake. Among them, the glass factory, which is the most likely to achieve results, has produced colorful glazed tiles, transparent glazed tiles and glass mirrors. After entering the market, they have been sought after and sold well, greatly expanding the capital reserves. They have also secretly contacted large merchants and are preparing to purchase copper and iron to start steelmaking!
The stockpiling of troops, funds, food, and weapons was all proceeding according to plan, and the completion rate could be expected to be even faster. The real problem arose in establishing the base.
As for the uprising program, as Master Zhong said, even with a large influx of capital, the farmers simply don't believe we'll treat them equally as the program says. They rather think we should treat them like landlords or sects, turning them into tenants. Therefore, progress in establishing a base has been slow.
Based on current progress, establishing the base we envision will require at least three years of gradual change, coupled with long-term, stable policies."
Huang Rong sighed. Setting up a base for an uprising was difficult. It wasn't that the Chinese people had developed a servile mentality, but thousands of years of feudal habits, coupled with the Confucian brainwashing practices of the Zhao Song stewards, made it difficult to awaken the people's desire for resistance in a short period of time.
"I have discussed this matter with Master Zhong before coming here,"
Di Fan tapped the table lightly. "Our initial considerations were indeed too naive and idealistic. Now we're going to try a different approach. Gang Leader Huang, listen to me."
As he spoke, Di Fan opened the large boxes that he and Zhong Mingliang were carrying, and set up a huge sand table on the table in the living room in front of Huang Rong and Guo Jing.
Yes, this sand table was the one the Ming Cult owned on Guangmingding. When Di Fan proposed taking the sand table away and asking the Xuanwu Altar Master to make another one, the master's resentful expression nearly made Di Fan lose his temper and flee on the spot...
Since the sandbox was simply disassembled, it was easy to load successfully.
Huang Rong and Guo Jing stared at a huge sand table with the mountains and rivers of the Song and Mongolian countries marked on it, and they were stunned.
Guo Jing, in particular, knew how much Zhong, a member of the Zhong family, hated the Zhao Song government and the officialdom the moment the sand table appeared. It also completely shattered the last bit of loyalty he had to the Song Dynasty.
"After discussions with Sect Leader Zhong, we've decided not to locate our uprising base near Jueqing Valley, Taihu Lake, or the surrounding areas of the major sects. We've decided to choose Xiangyang as our initial location!"
"Xiangyang?"
Huang Rong frowned slightly, and being naturally intelligent, she immediately understood the decision of the three people.
"Mr. Di, are you suggesting that we leverage the fame of defeating the Mongol army to expand our influence? While protecting the people, gradually promote our uprising program?"
"Not only that, the people in the border areas have always been more sturdy than those in the interior, let alone those in the Jiangnan region." Di Fan picked up a stick made of branches, pointed at Xiangyang, and began to talk...
"In the Song Dynasty, where military commanders were not valued and civil officials were afraid of death..."
In the back, Xiao Longnu quietly watched Di Fan talking, his face flashing with confidence and handsomeness. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly...
Such a confident and radiant senior brother must be a very influential figure in the fairy world, right?
He has compassion for the world and is wholeheartedly concerned about the people. He is well-versed in both ancient and modern knowledge, and knows astronomy and geography, history, and the future. If such a person had not come to the mortal world to experience hardships, how could he be his junior sister?
She was even more motivated by his support for the cause of gender equality and class division, and was determined to elevate herself to the position of Empress! Thinking back to the time when she vowed to become Empress, it was actually just a momentary impulse.
Only an immortal like the eldest brother, who has the belief in equality in his soul, would choose to believe her words and push her to the front!
I am so lucky to have the assistance of my senior brother in this life. I, Xiaolongnu, will definitely rule the world and fulfill my senior brother’s long-cherished wish to save the world!
Xiaolongnu was lost in thought in the back, while in front, Di Fan had already obtained Huang Rong's approval, and Guo Jing couldn't help but join in to check for omissions again.
After one day and one night, the initial attack on Mongolia and the policy of defending Xiangyang were determined. Countless fast horses rushed out of Guo's mansion. Da Wu, Xiao Wu, Guo Fu, and the elders of the Beggar Gang, carrying Xiao Longnu's handwritten letter, rushed to the major sects, intending to hold another martial arts conference!
This time, Huang Rong didn't even let her own father, Huang Yaoshi, the master of Peach Blossom Island, go!
(PS: I really don't feel like writing today. I just finished writing the old book and I'm a bit tired, so I skipped two chapters... Starting tomorrow, I'll update four chapters a day, 8,000 words, before it goes on sale. If there are recommendations, I'll update at least 10,000 words. After it goes on sale, I'll update 12,000 words a day. I'll go all out, so stay tuned!)
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