Gucheng, Junzhou, Wudang and Fangxian, these four places can complement each other's industries and tap into the characteristics of each place. When the characteristic industries are scaled up, further industrial development and technological improvement can be achieved.
After wandering around for a while, I was noticed by the police officer in charge of security.
The police officer looked at Wang Hongyu, Zhou Yijie and his entourage. They felt that these people were tall, maybe they were bandits who were exploring the city, right?
He held up his saber, and with a cold and gloomy expression, he held it in front of several people: "Who are these people?"
Seeing that this person dared to stop Wang Hongyu, Zhou Yijie was about to step forward and scold him, but he heard Wang Hongyu explain in a gentle tone:
"Hey? I'm coming from Chongqing. I'm a civil servant, so I'm not going to give you the surname of Wang. I'm here to visit friends and enjoy some sightseeing."
As soon as he heard that it was a Juren, the detective's gloomy face immediately changed. He smiled warmly at a 180-degree angle and said, "Oh my goodness, Master Juren! You really have an extraordinary temperament. This villain has little experience. I was surprised by your temperament, so
I just lost my temper and was rude."
With his quick change of expression and sharp tongue, it is not difficult to tell that this policeman usually flatters him a lot, and he cannot believe a word he just said.
"It doesn't matter, our Fang County has a very beautiful scenery, and being adjacent to Wudang Mountain must be a blessed land. I'm just curious, why don't I see a county school in the county seat?"
Wang Hongyu didn't see the county school just now. In the Ming Dynasty, schools were opened at the prefecture level and within the county. They were called government schools and county schools. Officials corresponded one by one.
Mainly teaching Confucianism, worshiping Confucius, studying the Four Books and Five Classics and other Confucian topics.
The policeman replied in a low voice: "Master Juren, you are not from the local area. This Fang County is a small place with a small population and even fewer scholars. The county school has been abandoned."
This...is really good news~
Wang Hongyu laughed in his heart. This was just the right time to rebuild the county school and then focus on learning what he had planned~
Seeing Wang Hongyu thinking, the policeman was afraid that Juren would be unhappy about this, so he quickly added: "There is Xunshan Academy in Yun County, which is very famous. Students from all counties go there..."
This plot is a bit familiar...
In later generations, wouldn’t many schools in villages disappear and be concentrated in counties or towns?
During the Ming Dynasty, Yunyang was closed to the county and concentrated in Fucheng.
"In addition to the famous Yunshan Academy, there is also a Longmen Academy that was built a few years ago in Yun County, and there is a Qiujiang Academy in Zhushan County. However, the two academies are not very popular, especially Qiujiang Academy is about to..."
"Huh? There is a Qiujiang Academy in Zhushan County?" Wang Hongyu suddenly had a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.
"That's right, just outside the county seat of Zhushan County..."
Wang Hongyu got this information, and the Qiujiang Academy in Zhushan County was about to be closed, which gave him a "backdoor listing".
...
We stayed here in Fang County for one day, and the next day we took the mountain road westward to Zhushan County, where my eldest brother’s hometown is.
After walking for more than ten miles, Wang Hongyu's brows gradually frowned.
Zhou Yijie and several of his bodyguards couldn't help but hold the handle of the knife, and the scout sentries who were secretly protecting him gradually moved closer to Wang Hongyu.
It's not because someone wants to harm him, but there are really a lot of homeless people on this road.
Wang Hongyu and his party were walking from Fang County to Zhushan County. They passed through villages and towns on the way and saw that most of the centers were residential houses.
But in addition to villages and towns, there are also thatched hut settlements. These settlements are often halfway up the mountains. There are dozens of thatched huts on a mountain, and the thatched huts are inhabited by refugees.
Sometimes when walking on the road, people would secretly observe them in the dense woods nearby. Some children stood on the branches, staring numbly at their luggage.
Of course no one dared to do anything to them.
So there is another strategy.
Some of the refugees were dressed in extremely ragged clothes and surrounded them shouting "Great Good People".
In the lead, an old man, holding a cane in one hand and a big cloth bag in the other, came to Wang Hongyu to beg.
"Hey, beggars mostly beg in busy places. This is really rare on the wilderness road~"
His expression was obviously a warm smile, and his hand reached into his bag as if to pick up something.
The begging refugees were all staring at Wang Hongyu's luggage to see what this young and foolish "great benevolent man" would give him.
Wang Hongyu grabbed something in his bag, pulled it hard, and took out something that frightened the refugees.
It’s a war hammer!
Although the war hammer is a one-handed hammer and not very big, its style is very scary.
This hammer had a large head, and its cold metallic luster suddenly frightened the refugees.
What's even more frightening is that there are several sharp spikes on the head of the hammer. The spikes are very sharp and seem to be stained with blood.
This is the weapon Wang Hongyu used to kill Eight Banners elites!
"Run quickly..."
"King of Hell, please spare my life!"
When most of the refugees saw this, they were so frightened that they dispersed. Only the few who took the lead in begging were so frightened that they threw their crutches away. They fell down when they tried to escape because their legs were inconvenient.
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"Old man, don't be afraid, I'm a good person~"
Hearing the polite voice behind him, the "begging" old man turned around and saw Wang Hongyu in front of him, playing with a sharp war hammer with a smile.
"Spare your life! Spare your life!"
The old man was so frightened that he almost screamed.
Wang Hongyu saw that the other refugees were "begging" just now and were supporting the scene. This old man was really collecting money, so naturally he would not kill him.
At this time, Zhou Yijie helped the old man up, controlled him steadily, and asked him to answer obediently.
"Old man, what was your plan for spying on us in the first place?"
"Ah? I...I don't quite understand..."
"Snapped!"
Next to the road was a mountain. Wang Hongyu smashed the mountain with a hammer and shattered a piece of granite with one blow.
Granite is a very hard stone in nature. The refugees all know that granite is hard, but such a big stone was shattered by him with a hammer!
This man is super strong!
"I said, I said, it was investigating passers-by, and sometimes they would pickpocket..."
"Then what? If you don't think pickpocketing is going to work, why don't you change it to open robbery?"
"no no!"
The old refugee man waved his hands hurriedly, fearing that if he spoke too slowly, his head would be smashed.
"This is begging. If there are many people gathered together, it will intimidate them. They want to get alms... We definitely don't dare to rob, and we don't dare to cause trouble at all..."
He saw clues from the skills and temperament of Wang Hongyu and his party, and guessed that they might be members of the military.
That is absolutely untouchable.
Wang Hongyu helped the old man up: "I came back from the bloody battle in Liaodong. My eldest brother is from Zhushan. I will uphold my eldest brother's legacy and want to protect and develop this place.
If you, old man, are not causing trouble, then you are my friends. Farming fields, building roads, and opening workshops will be of benefit to everyone."
As soon as Wang Hongyu said this, the old man knew that he could not die, so he relaxed and fully cooperated.
He introduced Wang Hongyu carefully.
These refugees come from Huguang, Shaanxi, Henan, Sichuan and other provinces. Yunyang has always been the area of choice for refugees. During the Zhengtong years, there were as many as 1.8 million people at the peak.