With Madam’s eclectic mind and imagination, Mr. Zhou suddenly understood: “It’s not difficult, Madam, I’m still not brave enough to think.”
You see, Mr. Zhou's situation has opened up instantly, and he wants to continue on the road of invention and creation.
Jiang Changxi nodded, right? As long as you dare to think, that's where the dream begins. If she doesn't have the brain, she can just drink chicken soup.
Zhou Lan: "But for now, it's better to play it safe. I don't have time to study it."
The most important thing is that Mr. Zhou feels that by studying this, he has crossed the line and is an outsider. The results may not be ideal. He should leave it to professionals.
Afraid of disappointing his wife, Mr. Zhou was embarrassed to say it. Perhaps he should have chosen someone with special skills besides studying, just like Yuanyuan and Jiang Jiang.
Mr. Zhou even thought that this is the broadening of the vision of the educational concept. Mr. Tong should tell me that in addition to reading and the six arts of gentleman, there should be a special class. Who knows in which aspect the children will shine.
Jiang Changxi also went over to take a look at his ranch, and came up with the idea that the place was big enough. Then, he didn't want to invest money here.
It's such a big risk to come here by yourself, but she still wants to invest in the long term? She doesn't have the courage. It's not easy to make money, and it's even harder to save money. No one is willing to throw it away. Supporting Zhou Lan's career is not like this.
Jiang Changxi's work is not something that can be speeded up casually. Since he is farming, he naturally has to look forward to the harvest. Fertility and other things must be found.
It's a pity that the people here are not very good at farming. It can be seen that they have no long-term plans to manage this place.
Maybe everyone doesn't quite believe that the border troops can hold these passes.
No wonder no matter whether it was Zhou Lan or Uncle Qi, they were all looking forward to the enemy coming over to test the sword.
Perhaps the border troops have proven their strength, and these lands will naturally be cultivated.
Jiang Changxi dreams of becoming a big landowner, and cannot bear to see the land being barren: "Now that rotary plowing has come out, let's find someone to plant it. If we miss the season, we will delay the harvest. The weather here is not good, so hurry up early instead of late."
Zhou Lan didn't understand, but he really couldn't tell the manpower: "But where is the manpower? At such a critical time, we can't just let anyone come to the pass."
Jiang Changxi: "Isn't there a military household? They are always trustworthy. Ask them to bring people over and bring all the cattle over and start farming here."
Mr. Zhou felt that his wife had a good brain and that the pass was their father, son and brother. They were farming here, so it was safe: "This needs to be discussed with the general."
Such a large area of wasteland requires manpower to cultivate it. We could have hired soldiers to cultivate it, but the situation was tense and we dared not mobilize manpower.
So when the military households allocated manpower, the stewards around Mrs. Zhou also came, and they allocated manpower and started farming in an orderly manner.
Everyone has also seen why Mrs. Zhou's house is run so well. The key to her management and seriousness is orderliness.
With so many people, no one is working blindly. Everyone has his or her own tasks, and the tools in the county magistrate's house are advanced. Even sowing seeds are small funnels with wheels.
These inconspicuous farm tools are convenient, trouble-free and labor-saving. Moreover, what they see is not just a single tool, but every one of them is unique.
As expected from Master Zhou, he is professional in farming.
Ten days of work can be completed in seven days. The military households on the border army said that it was worthwhile to come over and learn their farming skills, which was more economical than the wages.
Of course, when they were attacked by enemies outside, they were about to finish their work here. Everyone was pale in appearance and looking at chaos.
Mrs. Zhou's steward said calmly: "What are you doing? If you run around, the enemy will be gone. Your relatives are at the gate. If they are fine, you will be fine. My lord is still over there, sir."
They haven’t left yet, so why are you panicking? Hurry and sow these seeds.”
The border troops passing by were all impressed by these words. Whose steward should be working for their border troops? It's so stable.
And they don’t just say it, they are really not afraid. They do whatever they have to do. I admire them so much.
Is Jiang Changxi afraid? He is very afraid. In the era of cold weapons, we can fight with real swords and guns.
Moreover, the medical equipment is backward, and there is a 70% chance of death if a vital part is injured. Basic equipment such as blood transfusion is not available. Thinking about it makes me panic, and I don’t have the good attitude to manage things like my own.
But luck has finally caught up with me, so I can't panic yet or embarrass Mr. Zhou. It's time to put my acting skills to the test.
Is Zhou Lan nervous? Of course he is, but Mr. Zhou is even more excited. He wants to see what effect he has on the weapons he participated in. Experimenting with a straw man is not as real as using a real person.
So Mr. Zhou ran to the city wall in excitement and couldn't hold him back. Of course, it was definitely not Jiang Changxila, otherwise he would have directly carried Mr. Zhou away.
The general stared angrily and stood on the city wall shouting angrily. He had never seen a civil servant so excited when hearing about a war.
However, the scene was enough to make Zhou Lan's legs weak. There is no cruelty in war, even if you can crush him with strength, the strength of someone who can break through three trenches should not be underestimated.
Mr. Zhou first saw the enemy's scoldings, which were unpleasant to hear. They said they were cunning and despised their character. They dug ditches and holes everywhere. It can be seen that these ditches and holes caused them a lot of losses.
Mr. Zhou was anxious when he heard this: "They want us to lie down and wait for them to fight. This is unreasonable and they are just wishful thinking."
Unfortunately, the sound was too low and the enemy couldn't hear it.
The soldiers on the tower looked at the governor as if they were crazy. Even if the people on the other side heard what you said, they wouldn't understand. Are you a civil servant?
Then Zhou Lan was lucky enough to hear the might of his own soldiers, and he started to scold him. That was unpleasant, much more unpleasant than what the other party was scolding. Mr. Zhou admired him to death, what a talent.
The voice is bright and full of energy. The key is to scold well and relieve the anger. However, Mr. Zhou is not sure that the other party can hear him. It seems to be a bit headwind.
Ruining his family's good eloquence, he saw Mr. Zhou running down the tower in a hurry. He hurried up half a quarter of an hour later and handed the soldiers a big trumpet.
This was my brother-in-law's childhood toy. It's simple and easy to use. Although it doesn't have a battery, it has a great sound amplification effect.
Master Zhou signaled the soldiers to speak into the loudspeaker, and then the sound became even better, ensuring that the other side could hear it.
Mr. Zhou became arrogant: "Although my voice is softer and I'm not very good at cursing, I can still do this."
I have to say that Mr. Zhou is really good at making gadgets, ensuring that the enemy can hear him.
The general sighed at the wisdom of the literati. He really admired it and said that Mr. Zhou should not be in a place like the Hanlin Academy. If he were in the frontier army, he would do whatever he wanted. It would be a blessing for these soldiers: "It's a pity. There is nothing I can do for you."
Commendation from the Sheriff."
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I won’t say whether to pay or not, but I have to prevent trouble in their family. First be a villain, then a gentleman.
Father Lu is kind and has never done anything behind his back: "It doesn't look good, does it?"
Mrs. Lu is one of those ignorant people: "Is this possible? Why do you care? They can still compensate us."
Lu Chuan: "If their family doesn't come to our house to make trouble, the matter will be over. If they come, we will go to the commune and explain everything clearly. We insist that their family will use the girl to dance with the fairy and exchange the girl back and forth for money."
Fang Yuan curled her lips and understood, the pretty boy is really not a good thing. This move is too unethical.