The Great Seminary

Chapter 124: Inner Demon (Part )

Today, the population of Shangshishijing has reached nearly 100,000.

Not only are the resources abundant, but there is also very little government exploitation and ample jobs are provided.

Plus there is never a curfew.

Before midnight, the entire city is lit up with "blubber lamps" that look like street lamps.

The streets were bustling with people and cars, and there was a real sense of prosperity.

Arrived at Guiyang Palace.

Song Huawen discovered that Sang Gui had already arrived to meet Zhang Gui and was now listening to the holy music.

“… His abilities have been further improved, allowing him to refine Thousand Stone Corpses.

Then the professional troops currently being organized should be upgraded from a sequence of a hundred people to a sequence of a thousand people, which can be regarded as a one-step process.

After all, the Ming and Song Hualong Cavalry did not have a strength of ten thousand men.

Duke Song is here, please sit down, please sit down.

I have one good thing and one bad thing to tell you.

The good thing is that by chance, I turned a disaster into a blessing and made great progress in my strength.

With the help of our True Dragon Country’s military power, we can also advance for a while.

The bad thing is that Yuanshan and Mingsong are getting more and more quarrelsome, and I’ve been implicated and it’s hard for me to live…”

After recounting his experiences of the past few days in detail, he finally asked:
"Mr. Song, Old Sang Ghost, what do you think I should do next?"

Zhang Gui's inner demons had just been calmed down, and he didn't want to think too much, so he passed the ball to his two resourceful confidants.

Song Huawen thought about it and expressed his opinion, "It's still better to be still than to move.

My king, you may have to say something unpleasant about Ming Song. Although he holds the title of a fourth-rank official, his actual power is not even as great as that of a Baili Hou.

The only advantage is that it has a big profile, has few local constraints, and no one dares to provoke it.

But now that someone has dared to provoke us, there's nothing we can do."

After spending years together, it feels like Zhang Gui and I have become political soulmates regardless of age difference. When communicating, Lao Song has become more and more unrestrained.

"Mr. Song has become more straightforward the longer we get together, but you should be more tactful next time."

Zhang Gui joked and sighed.

"I used to read the legendary storyline 'The Battle of the Nine Dragons' and found the political strife and power struggles in it very exciting.

Now that the novel has come true and it has happened to me, I realize how unbearable it is.

Li Weng Yunbo is truly a kind person. I think based on his blessings, it would be right for him to live a long life.

As a result, a fifth-rank shogunate minister died just like that!
Although the fifth-rank official was both a native official and a barbarian official, he was not as good as those local officials who were granted titles by hereditary rites or came from the two lists.

But for no reason, the emperor's son plotted against him for his own selfish desires and he died without knowing it.

What is this? "

"This is a sign of the nation's demise!" Old Sang Gui concluded in a deep voice:

"If the prince can easily plot against a fifth-rank native official, then what about officials with less powerful family backgrounds who are granted titles of patronage in the future? Can they also be killed?

And then what about the local officials who took the imperial examinations?

What about the upright people who were Jinshi graduates?
Anyway, the emperor is far away and there is no way around it.

If we continue like this, chaos is imminent!"

"I only remember that you, Old Sang Gui, were once a leader among the bandits, but I forgot that you were once a serious scholar sixty years ago.

Okay, I get it. From now on, 80% of my efforts will have to be spent on things outside the game.

From today on, I will continue to smuggle slaves to the Xihe people's territory on the island.

We must proceed steadily and the plan to expand the population by 500,000 in three years must be changed to at least one million.

It’s the time and the situation!

In the past, I could only refine a little over 10,000 stone corpses with all my efforts.

But now, as long as there are enough people and corpses, we can organize a 108-man army of stone corpse soldiers.

It's okay to take bigger steps. But after all, these stone corpse warriors were not selected and trained.

Rather, it is a special type of soldier that I created directly by inheriting the ancient blood magic.

You still need to practice well with the Beidou Bingdian on a daily basis."

Speaking of military affairs, it was naturally Old Sang Gui's responsibility. He immediately sat up straight and agreed, "Yes."

Next it was Song Huawen's turn.

"Your Majesty, these days, I feel that the Nanchi slaves are generally dumber and more casual than us Dongzhou people.

But they are stronger and just as obedient to authority.

Naturalization as a True Dragon citizen is completely unobstructed and happens naturally.

Therefore, your plan to continue transporting Nanchi slaves to fill the population should not pose too much of a challenge to the future development and current order of Shishijing.

However, their literacy rate is almost zero.

If it is not compulsory, less than 30% of people are willing to study at night on their own time.

I'm not discriminating, let alone the Ming and Song dynasties where people believed that "everything is inferior except reading", they are even inferior to the barbarians from the grasslands like Yuanshan.

I really don’t want to make progress.”

Zhang Gui felt that Song Huawen was now imitating his wording and expression, and was quite familiar with some old experts and scholars of his previous generation, which he found amusing.

“This kind of thing cannot be forced.

Those who are unwilling to make progress are sent to do rough work.

Once they see the difference in income between mental labor and physical labor, and more importantly, realize that hard work will be rewarded.

I have the motivation to make progress.”

"This is the only way." Song Huawen said helplessly.

He was born as a clerk and manager of a wealthy merchant, and spent most of his life working with small, large and high-end oxen and horses.

I really agree with Zhang Gui's approach of never forcing the people to govern but only guiding them.

It's just that I saw some Nanchi people who were extremely lucky, who went from being slaves with no control over their life and death to being true dragon citizens, and who had the opportunity to control their future destiny but wasted it wantonly.

I would rather eat, drink and have fun every night than make a little effort to improve myself and seek a better future. I just feel inexplicably regretful.

Zhang Gui seemed to see through his thoughts and said with a smile:
"Mr. Song, it's absolutely right that you want to take a chance. Life is full of opportunities.

But if someone doesn't want to spend money and just wants to enjoy life, there's nothing wrong with that.

It's not like you just lie down and don't work. You work the full eight hours a day, then eat and drink your own food and drink your own wages.

Is it our business?"

"This is really none of my business, and I shouldn't care about it."

Old Song sighed and concluded the business.

Next, Zhang Gui was about to propose having a meal with his right-hand man to maintain their relationship.

Just then, Song Huawen heard his hungry stomach growling at the right time.

"Song Gong, you must be hungry. It's time for dinner. I'd like you to join Old Sang Gui..."

"Your Majesty, I promised my granddaughter that we would have dinner together tonight.

Xiao Queer also asked me to wish you good health and happiness.

If you don't mind my humble home, how about you and Lord Sang Gui come home with me and have a family dinner?"

This would save trouble, and the effect of harmony between the ruler and his subjects would be the same. However, Zhang Gui still asked Old Sang Gui,
"Old Sang Gui, what do you think of Lord Song's gracious invitation?"

"It's all up to your majesty." Old Sang Gui naturally didn't want to spoil the fun and laughed, "But this time we had a dinner at Lord Song's house.

Next time Your Majesty wishes to enjoy a meal with us, the monarch and his subjects, you must let me be the host."

"Eat yours and save mine, that would be the best."

Zhang Gui stood up and left Guiyang Palace leisurely with Song Huawen in front and Lao Sanggui in the back.

(End of this chapter)