His eyes were like a panda, sitting cross-legged at the long table, and Guomatsumaru's face was covered with fatigue. These days he was really used as a stallion. Even now, on the main hall of Donglin Academy, there is a beautiful girl named Koji who is not inferior to that of Xiangxiaoyu's sister, and on the right, there is also a beautiful girl named Asai family from the Akai family who is from the Honey Palace. The two girls are not only from famous families, but also from Japan in terms of knowledge and appearance.

Seeing the two little girls gently rolling up Guosongwan's sleeves, the students from the martial arts and public families below were so envious that their eyes were red, and they moved their eyes from the books of sages on the table to the stage from time to time.

The beauty that everyone envies is a huge trouble for Guosongmaru. The prestige he had made a while ago was not without paying the price. Even the Jiafei Temple, who raised him, seemed to have given up on him. The 17-year-old boy was forced to Ye Ye Shengxiao. This was completely used as a tool for inheriting the family line. It is estimated that he has the intention to become a monk now.

However, he raised his head slightly and looked at the students who were shaking their heads with the old peddlers. A smile appeared on his face, which had lost a lot.

Politics is all kinds of exchanges. The retainers pushed various beauties into the home's main room. The compromises made by Guosong Wan were the gentlemen from Jiangnan, Huang Chunyao from Changshu, Xia Junfu from Zhenjiang, and Yang Tinglei from Yancheng. Almost all of the dozen Jiangnan literati were retained.

Toyotomi Seoul offered everyone a sixth-rank teacher position, and the annual salary was five times that of the Ming Dynasty. Those who had the leisure time to come to Japan to take hot springs must not be a good official in the officialdom. They could teach and educate people in Japan and leave their names in later generations. These Neo-Confucianists have been considered formal Donglin lecturers.

Opposite to Erzhao City is Xixia Mountain, and opposite to the main hall is the autumn yellow trees and red trees all over the mountain. It seems that you can see a light figure flying in the forest.

The corners of Guosong Maru's mouth were curled upwards.

At this time, Mao Jue is no longer in Kyoto.

The biggest advantage of turning over as the master is that you have the final say. This is the port blocked, but the other end is the port opened. In the past six months, a new port that is not inferior to the port of Iki Island has stood there.

Moreover, even if this is a single-line port, only the Dongjiang River is still lively and bustling. Don’t forget that the first gift used to impress Mao Jue was to impress the Sadu Gold Mine.

However, at this time, the mining of gold mines had just begun. The main thing that supported the prosperity here was the Dongjiang grain transport ship. Since the golden fingers of the New World crops were thrown to Japan, Mao Jue naturally spared no effort. He would not give the rice to the surplus, so that the Japanese population, with sweet potatoes as the main food, could double the population and strive to be 20 to 30 centimeters shorter.

Following the grain transport ship, Mao Jue's ship, the Black Pearl, stood out from the crowd. The overall blackened hull was filled with the sunlight, which really reflected a pearl-like brilliance.

"General Xiao Mao takes care of himself all the way!"

The one who loves you is talking about this old Yuan. The others came early to see the leader and were still planning next year's land reclamation. Mao Jue waited for him for more than ten minutes. Seeing the famous general of the ages bow respectfully, even Mao Jue couldn't help rolling his eyes helplessly.

"Mr. Yuan, all matters in Japan are entrusted to you. Military orders and government orders. You are just a matter of words. But before leaving, I will have another task, you must complete it!"

"Oh? Please give orders, General!"

He glanced at Chiyohiko who was holding his hands and lowering his head as a lady, and there was a little more evil on his face. He pressed against Old Yuan's ears, and Mao Jue said happily.

"Before I will return next year, quickly take down Chiyohime! Before the Uprising War, I must make two kids handcuffs!"

Yuan Chonghuan almost vomited blood. What a good guy, Mao Jue usually comes in February and March every year, and leaves this year except October. In just five months, Yuan Chonghuan can't be a father so quickly even if he is happy!

However, Mao Jue's words were not entirely out of bad taste, and this was also a political consideration. The Japanese martial arts are obviously not as focused on bloodline as the Central Plains. Just like the famous Uesugi Kenshin in the Warring States Period, he was the adopted son of Echizen Uesugi Takami, and he actually inherited the guardian of Echizen as his brother Harutoki Kei.

There is also the famous female warrior Tatehana Chiyo, who was famous in the Warring States Period, who also inherited the family business by marrying the sons of retainers and recruiting son-in-laws to marry into the family.

So Mao Jue is not planning to put the eggs in a basket. No matter whether Guomatsu Marusheng is born, if Yuan Chonghuan and Chiyoji marry each other and inherit the prestige created by Mao Jue, their descendants may become the head of Toyotomi family! And if Yuan’s father is replaced, Dongjiang will be more at ease.

Listening to Adrena's quick explanation, Old Yuan, whose face turned blue and white, nodded in his sniffle and agreed with difficulty. Mao Jue then thought to himself and held the escalator on the boat with a smile on his face.

However, on the side of the ship, holding the railing, he turned around and grinned, revealing his big white teeth. Old Yuan looked bitter, and Chiyoji, who had been pretending to be a lady, responded happily and squeezed his eyes.

It seems that the two of them had already colluded.

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This year, there was no turmoil in the Li family in Korea. The dispute between the Western Party and the Southern Party was still limited to the court, and they were afraid of chaos. From time to time, Dongjiang took some leftovers. The 30,000-distance army of the Li Dynasty was still stable, and he gritted his teeth and spent the first year of his stepmother's support.

As for the western front, there were more Mongolians coming to the Yalu River to trade with each other. The information they had drawn from them was Huang Taiji busy marrying the Chahar tribe on the grassland and stepping up control of Mongolian princes and princes. Even Huang Taiji did not plan to return to Shengjing this year. He wanted to live on the grassland. The strange peace with Dongjiang could continue, at least there would be no big war until next autumn harvest.

As for the Dongjiang town, five more corpses were built and they were also in full training. Mao Wenlong, who was forced to re-send his sword to train, wrote several letters to urge Mao Jue to go back quickly. After all, the corps trained were all in the name of personal army, and personal army must be loyal to the chief general, which is a rule.

However, the one who really urged Mao Jue to rush back from the warm hot springs in Japan was newly developed last year, and the wild land of Kuya Island far away from the extreme east is now Kuye Town in Dongjiang.

The Black Pearl turned north on Tsushima Island. The new housekeeper of Mao's mansion was so angry that Wen Qi could not help but stomp his feet. He broke along the winding north bank of Li's North Korea for five days. The beautiful and magnificent scenery of Sakhalin Island covered with white snow once again came into Mao Jue's eyes.

It was still wilderness last year, but this year was completely different. The dense villages surrounded by a splendid red city in the afterglow, and the majestic coastline.

And just like Xiangyang and Fancheng, a smaller town is booming across the bank of Hongshuangcheng, not far from Hongshuanghe. Although there are no city walls, the lined wooden streets and the bustling bustling between them still bring a lot of new vitality to this wilderness.

Among them, there were many Hu Jianren who had a hard time learning Northeast dialect. The achievements made by Mao Jue’s battle with Zheng Zhilong this year were either because of the abandonment, or because of the trade advantages of Dongjiang over the Fujian Sea, thousands of sea merchants traveled thousands of miles north to Dongjiang to take root, among which hundreds of more adventurous households chose to settle in the Red Twin Cities.

Although this place is a wilderness, it is also a treasure everywhere. Not to mention that no one has ever dug it, the rich mineral veins in various places, just the fine woods of the primeval forests, rich local specialties such as forest frogs and fungus, are enough for these merchants to make a fortune. Today, there are two more lucky boats on the dock with the Black Pearl.

What's even more surprising is that after not seeing each other for half a year, Mao Jue had never raised Luo Zhige in Kyoto. He knelt down at the port to greet him. The deputy general of Kuye Town appointed by Mao Jue had gained a weight of about twenty pounds. He was wrapped in a sable cloak and looked furry like a groundhog. Behind him, the town general who was following was not the Dongjiang Han general who was cleared when Mao Jue had just set off. There were also many local ethnic generals with braids, high cheekbones and deep eye sockets. There were even a particularly tall white general here.

It is not just the land reclamation, but it seems that the results of Luo Zhige's annexation of local ethnic minorities in the past six months have also been fruitful.

"Meet the general!"

"Pick up the paddles for free!"

Following Luo Zhige, he knelt all over the ground with all kinds of messy accents.

But now Mao Jue's heart was filled with something, and he didn't even care about etiquette. He hurriedly got off the boat and slapped the Luotuoho, asking with joy and rush.

"Is that thing really built?"

He was also very proud of his achievements. Luo Zhigo's old face, which was developing horizontally, was filled with a smile and bowed respectfully.

"Thanks to the great power of the General, I am lucky to have fulfilled my mission!"

"General Xiao Mao, what exactly is it? So important?"

Mao Jue had another follower. I don’t know if he was interested in him. He came from the Japanese Congress, and Luo Ning also left the business and returned from Japan. Even though this Jiangnan beauty wrapped in a fox fur with a high collar, her face was still blew red in the bitter north wind. As Adrena turned her face sorely and looked elsewhere, she asked curiously.

Originally, Mao Jue planned to stay until November and forced the wedding of Toyotomi Kuromatsumaru, but with a letter, he hurried north. Luo Ning was really curious.

Unfortunately, it was exactly the same as when he teased Adrena, and Mao Jue also shook his sleeves mysteriously.

"The Buddha said, it cannot be said!"

"Hmph, stingy!"

This sentence was made by three women playing tricks together.

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With more than 2,000 flintlock guns and semi-trained garrisons, Dongjiang has the peak military strength on this extreme northern island, and Luo Zhige is also the old Dongjiang. In half a year, he has basically recovered the minority tribes on Nankuye Island. Moreover, this guy is still a Buddhist jungler and has basically never used martial arts.

Now more than 70,000 refugees who escaped within the pass have all taken root in Sakhalin Island. The Red Twin Cities on this end, and Mao Lianwei on the other end, are named Fuyin New City because they are located in the mountains, Hainan, and Dongjiang has two cities on this island.

However, Luo Zhige, who had killed the soldiers and horses of Dongjiang and had blood feuds, did not attack him. There was no way, and there was too much construction needed. Moreover, since the spring, these guys have been tactfully migrating to the north of Sakhalin Island, temporarily leaving the attack radius of Dongjiang and fighting these indigenous people in the vast primeval forest. Luo Zhige's head has not been caught in the door!

But today, Mao Jue's arrival is the time to solve them in one fell swoop!

The next day after arriving, Mao Jue ignored his rest and led the first group directly along the Hongshuang River toward the northern high mountain named Kuye Mountain on the map.

More than the first regiment followed, and nearly half of the entire Red Twin Cities were wearing coats, throwing down the corn cobs at home and the frogs that were drying, and they also joined the team, including more than 20,000 men, women, young and old, and the scene was like a national marathon.

And along the way, Tu people from Sakhalin Island continued to join in groups of three or three. Long before Mao Jue returned to Sakhalin Island, Luo Zhige sent invitations like all tribes found on the entire island. These people were either tribal chiefs or tribal nobles.

The climb lasted for a long time, until ten days at noon, when the vast crowd of people stopped at the bottom of the Kuye Mountain, a piece of the valley that was flat on the slopes and valleys.

This place has obviously been artificially modified, and the nearby woods have been cut down, and the ground has been trampled, and the snow has been swept away. In the distance, Hongshuanghe has been cut off a branch and stored the water in the next small valley. There is a layer of frost on the concrete dam.

Moreover, those who are interested have long discovered that there are large roads built with cement along the way here. The people of Hongshuang City who participated in the construction are muttering underground and showing off in a low voice. However, the local Tu tribes who were treated with courtesy and ranked first in the crowd opened their eyes wide in curiosity.

"Master Jiang, what are you playing with?"

It turned out that it was not only women who were terrible in curiosity, but men were almost the same. They were already home for winter, but they were dragged by Mao Jue's military order. Song Xiance, the big-headed son who was wrapped like a groundhog, couldn't help but be curious. He jumped down from the horse and squeezed behind Mao Jue. He looked at a large circle made of cement on the ground, and asked in surprise.

An inexplicable smile appeared on his face, and Mao Jue finally spoiled some information.

"Master Song, do you remember when you subdued the flat ground planting Guanyin used by Sumubu during Hamkyung?"

"Master Jiang, those are all tricks..."

"Today, I will play a big one for you!"

On his head, the sun was just in the sky. Luo Zhige, who was riding the horse to the edge of the dam, waved the small flag at his hand, and was the charlatan again at Adrena. Luo Ning bowed his head. After changing his eyes, Mao Jue turned over and dismounted. As the tens of thousands of Sakhalin Islanders watched, he strided to the end of the cement road that had been spreading from the Red Twin Cities. In front of the small valley reservoir, a cement circle with a diameter of more than 30 meters and a pineapple-like head was exposed. He turned around and suddenly faced everyone.

Huh, a strong wind came from nowhere. Mao Jue's cloak was blowing fiercely. He threw the black and red flags painted with Tai Chi Yin and Yang on both sides from his left and right hands. Facing the strong wind, Mao Jue shouted and shouted loudly.

"The god blesses the East River! The people in the south will descend to the north, and will live forever and prosper forever!"

His few words were not as exciting as Chen Sheng and Wu Guang's king, princes, generals and ministers Ning, and it was far less than the one eye of Mo Daoshishi people in the Red Turban Army at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. This thing was shocking when it came out of the world, and even many minority Tu clan envoys could not understand it at all. However, just a few seconds after Song Xiance Adrena and other high-IQ guys rolled their eyes disdainfully, everyone opened their eyes incredibly.

The water column broke through the ice surface of the reservoir, and a dim rainbow appeared faintly on the rise of the water splash. The huge roar was like millions of giant beasts running by. A shadow slowly rose from behind Mao Jue, and the silence like death for one or two seconds. Tens of thousands of people fell to the ground one after another.

Even Dutch people from the East India Company who came north to inspect business.

"I'm good!"

Amid the thumping sound, several Tu tribe nobles kowtowed and smashed hard on the concrete road as if their foreheads were not theirs. Song Xiance, who was in front of them, also kowtowed down. After kowtowed three times, he exhaled a breath of cold air in surprise.
Chapter completed!