In Wu'an City, Zhu'er looked at a disciple from Qianjitang next to him and said, "Are you saying that there has been news of unstable morale in the army?"

The disciple of the Blood Refining Hall nodded and said, "You are the leader of the gang, this is true. There are many rumors that are really hard to hear. I really don't know if I should report to the gang leader!"

Zhu'er laughed, "Let them go, I just need to do what I should do."

"But the leader of the gang, now, whether it is the brothers who were later voted in the rebel army or the brothers of the former Beggars' Sect, they are now full of complaints. If this continues, I am afraid that I will not be able to suppress it at that time."

Zhu'er smiled and looked at the disciple of Qianjitang in front of him. The disciple was a little furious when Zhu'er stared at him.

"Who taught you how to say this!"

The disciple's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly lowered his head and said, "Gang Master, my subordinate has lost his words."

"It's good to know that you're wrong!" Zhu'er narrowed her eyes and said, "Go out! Don't go into my tent without my instructions."

"Yes!" The disciple bowed and retreated.

The moment he retreated, Zhu'er rubbed her brows, and had to deal with so many military and national affairs every day, and had to intrigue with these people. She finally understood why Ying Wugui, the guy, left the ball and ran away for a long time.

It was to let myself take the blame.

She thought it was her huge trust in herself, but she didn't expect that what was left for her was a mess.

Not only did she deal with the officials, businessmen and gentry without causing civil unrest in various places, she also had to deal with these generals in the army, and also managed the people under her rule.

He was really unable to do anything to check the land, restore people's livelihood, and this series of things were piled on her desk.

Even though she grew up so fast during this period, she could not compare with the accumulation of different intentions of subordinates with different minds and the various leaders and generals.

Whether it is Zhang Shichengyi, Zhu Yuanzhang, or Chen Youliang, although he is a superficial compliment to her, Zhu'er knows that what they think behind her is not good for her.

Zhu'er hates that she is a daughter, because she is not recognized by the people below. Even though the Blood Refining Hall, Baicaotang and Qianjitang are respectful to them on the surface, they are inevitably inseparable from the bottom.

He is lip service and even says his own strange words.

It’s better not to mention some things, but when it comes to speaking, Zhu'er is really angry, but this is what Zeng Yunfeng often said: If a person has given great responsibilities, he must first suffer his mind and mind and muscles.

Now, she seems to be trapped in a quagmire. As the war becomes more intense, the two sides win and lose, and people seem to see the arrival of a prosperous era.

The weak attitude of the Yuan Dynasty was also seen by many officials, businessmen and gentry in Jiangnan. However, out of distrust and disapproval of their identity, they all turned to the arms of Zhu Yuanzhang, Chen Youliang, Zhang Shicheng and others, but it was Zhu'er.

However, the number of talents available in hand has not increased, only some of the people trained by Ying Wugui.

Thinking of this, Zhu'er couldn't help but sigh. She thought she could be as intimidating everyone like the queen back then, but now that she has implemented it, she knows how much obstacle this woman's identity has caused to her.

She once thought that if she was a daughter, would all this change drastically, and why would she have to be a daughter?

She even envied Zhao Min at the beginning. If she had the same thoughts as Zhao Min, would she have allowed these people to surrender to her feet?

But the fact is that he didn't. His simplest method was to kill, and Ying Wugui taught her only these.

Flirting with these people, thinking about conspiracy all day long, made Zhu'er feel very tired. She even felt that her hair had lost a lot during this period.

Looking at the lights in front of him, Zhu'er murmured. Lord, when will you come back? "Zhier misses you!"

At this time, Zeng Yunfeng had no idea about the crisis Zhu'er was facing. Even if he knew it, he would not care.

In the Central Plains, the foundation he left behind was the same as that Temujin left for his descendants, and would not be eroded in a short period of time.

In the past five years, Zeng Yunfeng wanted to be more chaotic in the Central Plains, so that all the people with ulterior motives could stand up and let them stand up well. If these people did not stand up, it would be difficult for him to clean up. If they stood up, there would be fewer

He will think about it in the future.

The battle of Alima lasted for a long time, Timur, Huxin and others were all generals in the army, and Abak and Yan Wu, Hezhe and other generals fought back and forth.

This is a battle to destroy the country, and it is also a trial of blood and fire. Zeng Yunfeng cannot charge forward every time, or even use himself to reverse the situation.

What he wants is that the generals and soldiers below can stand on their own.

The Western Regions are ultimately not suitable for direct rule in the Central Plains. Zeng Yunfeng believes in the system of restraint. The system of restraint has certain advantages here, at least so far.

Or the local official system can also be adapted here. Because of the lack of information, a person needs to be a general governor and become a member of the country. Zeng Yunfeng can give them the right to live and kill, making this place a small kingdom or even the middle school.

country.

Here, the feudal system is much better than the direct county system, because here, if the on-site rule of counties is implemented, the horse can be killed by passing messages.

Therefore, it is actually relatively easier to let the local people handle their own affairs, not to mention that Hu and Han are living together here, and there are various surnames and religions, and only the locals can handle their own affairs well.

Therefore, autonomy is a good thing for them. Zeng Yunfeng just needs to control the leaders above them, and he does not need to care about the people below.

Zeng Yunfeng didn't expect them to contribute much taxes and food to him. What he hoped was that these people could help him guard the border like the princes of the Zhou Dynasty and not cause trouble for him.

If some people are ambitious, Zeng Yunfeng doesn't mind giving them enough authority to attack more land outside. If they are one inch, they will be their own.

The system of vassals and vassals will surely bring harm, but it will also bring cultural integration.

Of course, this fusion of culture is bloody and naked.

This kind of compulsory cultural integration is extremely cruel to other ethnic and religious cultures.

However, Zeng Yunfeng could not take these into consideration. He was not a saint, nor did he have those compassionate hearts. What he saw was the suffering of the people in the Central Plains.

The people who brought him these disasters were these messy cultural integrations. Instead of letting them dominate or even change, it would be better for Zhongyuan to make this change himself.
Chapter completed!