Even if the female lead is a male lead, Mao Jue thinks he can be considered a good person. The very domineering president entered the market. He snapped his fingers to solve the supporting roles. The crazy bully is so cool and amazing, okay? But the problem is, as a girl, why are you still staring at this little problem?

The watery eyes were full of shock and incredible eyes, and the pitiful look as if they were abandoned, as if they had found a mistress outside and were unfaithful to the heroine. Mao Jue was also a little numb and helpless when he saw that he simply stepped on Zhu Da's shoulders, pulled her and walked outside.

"Go back and say something!"

"Just say it here!!!"

He suddenly broke free, pointed his finger at Ang Turi, who was still irritable, and pointed at Han Xiaomo who was at a loss. He still looked shocked. Zhu Mo asked sharply.

"Just in front of these victims who would rather die than give up their land, Your Majesty! Please tell me the editor-in-chief of the Imperial Capital Daily! Why did the Ming army help the Mongols oppress them who were of the same Han people because they were plundered and used to be slaves of the Mongols. Do you look down on them?"

"I went to the New World, I'll give him ten coal mines! Changping, go home!"

Mao Jue's voice finally showed impatience, his voice was pressed down low, his face rarely showed seriousness, and he shouted gloomy.

Unfortunately, this time Changping accepted the truth and was full of excitement. She looked at Mao Jue with tears in her eyes, shaking her head tremblingly.

"You brought me out, not from the Forbidden City, but from a little girl who knows nothing in the deep palace, she became the editor-in-chief of the Imperial Capital Daily today. Before going to Zhengcheng County for the first time, you told me that I was the editor-in-chief because I was a princess and the wife of Your Majesty! I dare to shout what civilians dare not shout! I dare to ask what civilians dare not ask!"

"Even if I lose the case in Taiyuan, even if the records of the Ministry of War, Ministry of Justice, Ministry of Revenue, and the records of the three-sided Governor's Office have been erased, even if there are traitors in my guards, I dare not doubt you! Because you asked me to preside over this justice! But now, I have betrayed the people I trust, and I am unable to preside over justice for them and regain their land and paradise. Then I will ask them why! This request is not an exaggeration!"

"Your Majesty, I beg you, why?"

Even though he was still trying desperately like a man bull, Ang Turi paused during Changping's hysterical questioning and gasped heavily. His bull's eyes were also red at Mao Jue.

Looking at Changping's tears, Mao Jue also fell silent, sighed, and after a long time, he lowered his head helplessly.

"For the source of troops!"

"manpower?"

The Northern Ming Dynasty established its country with martial arts. What Mao Jue is most praised is his almost invincible Wuwei. The Northern Ming army is simply the pride of the world. Even when facing this army, Zhu Mai was also full of pride while respecting it. Mao Jue was actually worried about the source of the army, which Changping dared not imagine.

"That's right, it's the source of the army, Your Highness!"

Qu Shixi, who had never had a sense of existence, finally found some reason for existence and came out, followed Mao Jue and explained. Then he suddenly lifted the tent and waved to the outside.

"You kids, come in!"

There is no need for any warning in this situation. More than a dozen cavalrymen standing guard outside came in one after another, pointing their fingers to the chest of the leader. Qu Shisi asked helplessly: "Zhang Xiaomeng, your origin?"

"Return to Master! Bashu Mianyang!"

"Liu Dali, where are you?"

"Sir, Bashu Jinguan!"

"Song Hutou, where are you?"

"Sir, Baoji, Shaanxi!"

"Where are you?"

"Bashu Zigong!"

Although Zhu Mai likes to be stubborn, she is not a stupid woman. After Qu Shixi asked a few questions, she had already recovered her taste, with a shock on her face. She asked in surprise: "There are so many Sichuan soldiers in the army? How is it possible?"

This is the Shanxi Army. Among the sixteen cavalry, there are only two Shanxi people, four Shaanxi border soldiers who were always in the Ming Dynasty, and one of the naturalized Mongolians. The remaining soldiers are all Sichuan Army soldiers. This proportion is a bit terrifying.

"There is no way, the country is governing so well!"

Speaking of this, Mao Jue rubbed his nose depressedly.

The Tang Dynasty was also a prosperous era, but the people were still willing to join the army. On the one hand, the military tradition of the Guanlong military aristocrats was the military. On the other hand, the former Tang Dynasty was rich in the aristocratic family, and the people were just able to have enough food. If they wanted to be prosperous and wealth, they also devoted themselves to the military and relied on their heads to gain fame. But even so, in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the situation of Guanzhong, which had always been suppressing the world, collapsed. Wu Zetian dismembered the Guanlong family and the military system collapsed. Guanzhong, a place of elite soldiers in the world, was surpassed by Yan and Zhao, and gradually led to the tragedy of the mid- and late Tang Dynasty.

Mao Jue's theory of governing the country was even more extreme than that of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. He wanted to keep wealth from the people, let big businessmen earn money from overseas, and then through work, wages flow into the hands of civilians, circulate in the market, expand domestic demand and explore overseas, so as not to leave the dead end of the previous Ming Dynasty, which is also a historical trend.

But in recent years, the common people have become rich, and old farmers who farm can change four pieces of clothes a year. The middle-class family that works and does business in the city can still afford it and can afford a carriage. In comparison, joining the army is not that attractive.

Mao Jue also has high requirements for the army. He basically can retire voluntarily until he is thirty years old and forced retirement to 45 years old. Even in Liaodong, the number of people in the army has decreased year by year. The number of soldiers who retired exceeded the number of soldiers. Now the six major corps of the Beiming are in a shrinking state. The main sources of soldiers are not only the generations of soldiers in the nine borders, but also the Sichuan Army. Who made them poor and useless when Zhang Xianzhong captured them out of Sichuan? He listened to Wen Meng's trick in the Hanzhong military camp, and he served in two taels of silver and one stone of rice. His family also had houses and lands. He fled in stupidly.

Now the Sichuanese have already filled the Shaanxi River with two or three million people, and they have disappeared at some point. In this case, Mao Jue's eyes naturally looked at the Mongolians on the grassland again. Are the fifty-six ethnic groups from later generations one family?

But the Mongolians in this era are different from those in later Outer Mongolia and Inner Mongolia. If they want to fool them, they must learn from later Americans and assimilate them with their lifestyles.

"Cao Sanxi has contact with the Zarut tribe, and the Zarut tribe is still interested in naturalization! The condition is to get their Baoketu back, and I will get the silver for Cao Sanxi. I won't sell this guy. Isn't this too much for me?" Sitting on a wooden pier, Mao Jue muttered tiredly, covering his head.

Just like the forced demolition in later generations, the people hated it! The same is true for him. But as the city wants to build roads, walking here can greatly improve traffic. When the transportation is developed, it can drive merchants, build factories and invest, and drive employment rates. If you have a nail household, you can do nothing, and everyone will be stuck together and suffer from poverty.

Neither of the two set-up points was wrong. This incident also made Mao Jue experience the difficulties of a superior. While rubbing his hair, he kept plucking his fingers like a young man in Shanghai in the future.

On the border of Heilongjiang River, the Rakshasa people emerged, and the guy Haoge made people cry. He shouted several times to withdraw from the pass. The Northern Army sent blood to the pass several times. Now there are only 80,000 people left. He still has to suppress North Korea in the east and resist the frozen soil in the west. On the other hand, I am most sorry for him. His 80,000 people are bound to Jiayuguan in the west and Hanzhong in the south. He also needs to defend against the bandits to the north. I can't pull him up and order him to advance west. He fought for Hami Guard three times, and he was not feeling well."

"From south, Jiangnan is not determined. The Capital Corps and Xuzhou Corps have to be pressed there. There are more than one million troops eyeing each other in Poyang Lake. The layout of Jiangnan has been unfolding. How can I bear the beautiful Jiangnan army burning me?"

"And this guy, give him a brigade, you can go to the capital, crying and asking me for someone!"

Finally, Mao Jue pointed his finger at the nose of Tian Chou again. As a result, the veteran gangster looked deaf and dumb, holding his head up to admire the ceiling. Mao Jue was so angry that he was amused and sighed again.

"It is difficult to conquer the world, and it is even more difficult to defend the world!!!"

Zhu Da was stunned. Her husband in her memory was always confident, as if she had everything in her hands. This was the first time she had seen Mao Jue so embarrassed. As for the other side of Unger Turi, she was simply confused. They thought that the emperor was just wearing gold and silver and enjoying endless happiness. Mao Jue's tired image shattered the image of the emperor in their minds.

"Sorry, brother, I still have to ask for your coal mine. I need people to open up a new road. If I don't take it, a large group of barbarians in the West will take it. After a hundred years, I will be in a big trouble! Time is endless! Now the prodigal women know it, and there is no need to hide anything. I will make up for the demolition money. Don't let me get it up!"

"Brother, stop talking, we know that you are difficult!"

He also sighed with emotion, stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Mao Jue on the shoulder, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. The rash man, Ang Turi, quickly retracted his hand and rubbed his hands at a loss.

"Okay, you know everything you want to know, will you be able to go home?"

After rubbing his forehead again, Mao Jue finally stood up and stretched out his hand to Zhu Mi. Who knew that this girl shook her head heavily again. With Mao Jue's expression of vomiting blood, she turned around to Ang Turi and asked solemnly.

"For Bao Ketu, you can lead your fellow villagers to fight to death. If you return Bao Ketu, you will be able to fight for the court for ten years with you, and you will be able to die again, but even if you die, you will be buried in your own land in your hometown. Are you willing?"

He was stunned for a moment. This reckless man knocked heavily on his chest.

"Of course I'm willing! I can save my hometown and help the emperor's elder brother..., the Emperor's blessing, I didn't say anything, I'm the first to go!"

"Changping, stop making trouble, okay?"

Mao Jue roared a little hysterically, but there were tears hanging on the corners of his eyes, but the girl showed a bright smile.
Chapter completed!