In Qinglong County, the sales of rifles have been significantly sold. Not to mention shepherds, even vendors who come and go here will habitually buy one for self-defense. So the Zhenguo Mansion workshop in the capital has to put down some civilian orders and let a large number of craftsmen produce it. Qinglong’s rifle workshop is also full of power.?

Although it was winter, I don’t know if the Mongolian tribes who were thinking about Qinglong received the news and did not invade them, so the place is still peaceful.

Unfortunately, Ye Chunqiu still didn't receive any news from Zhu Houzhao, and he couldn't help feeling depressed.

In fact, Ye Chunqiu initially thought that Zhu Houzhao was a joke or a nonsense, and always thought that this guy was tired of playing, and might jump in front of him by himself, which surprised him.

However, as time went by, many people went out to search, but there was no trace of them. This made Ye Chunqiu feel a little panic for the first time.

Ye Chunqiu began to really worry, wouldn't this guy really encounter any danger, right?

Although they are not related by blood, this person is his own brother. Ye Chunqiu has many cousins. However, in Ye Chunqiu's heart, Zhu Houzhao is not his king, but more like his close relative who is connected by flesh and blood.

When he realized that Zhu Houzhao might have encountered great risks, or even life and death may be unknown, a feeling of anxiety and anxiety caused a vague pain in his heart.

Even Ye Chunqiu, who has always been calm, is still fleshy. Although he hates Zhu Houzhao's humor in his heart, he didn't think anything before, but now something really happened, he can't help but want to scold this guy in person, but his heart is getting more and more uneasy.

This energy and sorrow are intertwined, which seems to be contradictory, but it makes Ye Chunqiu extremely unbearable.

In this world, what Ye Chunqiu cares about the most was not money and power, but those whom he was closest to the most.

While worried about Zhu Houzhao's safety, Ye Chunqiu also thought of his father in Liaodong at this time. He didn't know what he was doing now. He couldn't help but send him a letter and asked him to be careful of the changes that might occur on the grassland.

At this moment, although Ye Chunqiu was worried about his relatives, he also understood that he still had many things to do now.

He knew very well that although the Qinglong was still calm on the surface, the Duoyan tribe was waiting to see his jokes now, while the other tribes on the grassland that were leaning against the Great Wall were already sharpening their knives.

The situation inside the pass was not very good, and huge pressure had begun to appear. For example, in the newspaper, Yang Tinghe personally wrote an article, which was quite criticized by the Southerners' horse shedding.

Dibao is actually a kind of political signal. These are for officials to see, expressing the attitude of certain scholars in the cabinet. The ministers and officials who look at the wind direction, and some local officials, although they occasionally complain, they cannot guess what the superiors said, so they often dare not talk nonsense. However, now that the wind direction changes, someone will jump out at that time.

If the Han people suffered great losses this time, not only would the merchants lose huge confidence in investing outside the pass, but they also gave many people a verbal attack.

Whether you can gain a foothold depends on this winter.

But the only good news is that when the weather starts to get colder, it is difficult to have large-scale military operations on the grasslands.

Because heavy snow covers the grassland at this time, and the Mongolian cavalry often wears light equipment, they cannot organize a large number of military horses and carry huge baggage to fight. Therefore, the army on the grassland often chooses to fight in spring or summer. When autumn and winter come, although it will be even more cruel, the vast majority of them are small groups of enemies who mainly attack and harassment, which is simple plunder rather than real military operations.

But even so, it is still very terrifying, because once these robbers succeed, it means burning, killing, and looting.

In order to prevent such attacks, various related measures have begun to be implemented. Inside and outside the pass are completely two sets of rules. In order to deal with any situation outside the pass, Ye Chunqiu will always formulate any feasible measures with his friends and new army.

Now in Zhenguo Mansion outside the pass, it looks quite like a toddler. Everything needs to be learned from scratch, but the cruel reality no longer gives them too much time to breathe.

However, in this bitter cold wind, there is still a trace of warmth. A small piece of letters mixed with the Ye family's letters were sent to Ye Chunqiu's desk.

Uncle Ye’s father Qi, Zhu Zaiyao is here…

What the hell is this?

Ye Chunqiu opened the letter with doubt, which was actually written by His Royal Highness the Prince. Although the handwriting was like a dog crawling, and some places were plaid and even some complicated characters, obviously they had been deleted and modified, but... the prince's prince actually knew how to write.

Ye Chunqiu's tense mood over the past few days suddenly relaxed a lot, and he couldn't help but smile.

A child over four years old can write. Although this is only a well-educated and smart child in later generations who can barely be competent for it, Ye Chunqiu still feels it is a bit rare.

His eyebrows, which were always thick together, finally stretched out, looking at the special letter intently.

The content in the letter is very simple. I asked roughly, and I talked about my father and ran away...

Seeing this, Ye Chunqiu was ashamed, and Zhu Houzhao was indeed not a thing, which made her four-year-old child worry.

Then he said that he had started to study. Under the guidance of several masters, he could recite the Three-character Classic and Thousand Character Classics, and also learned to write. Of course, looking at the handwriting, Ye Chunqiu felt a little distressed. Before the child's hand bones had grown well, he was in a hurry to start practicing calligraphy. He pulled out seedlings to help grow, but he was afraid that this was not a good thing.

Then he explained a vague explanation of how Yang Tinghe did bad things. Of course, the great little hero Zhu Zaiyao stepped forward and refuted him to shamelessness.

Is he ashamed? Ye Chunqiu was a little suspicious. He could roughly imagine what Yang Tinghe would look like when he debated with a four-year-old child.

When Ye Chunqiu saw this, he couldn't help laughing.

"Master, what's wrong? Could it be that Your Majesty has found it?" Tang Bohu, who was helping to sort out the official documents, could not help but feel shocked when he heard Ye Chunqiu's hearty smile. He looked at Ye Chunqiu with anticipation.

Ye Chunqiu smiled and said, "No, it's his son who is here to study books. Alas, he's such a good child, as smart as I was when I was young."

Tang Bohu hurriedly came over as if he had seen a ghost: "Come on, come on, come on, come on, students, take a look."

When he saw this, he laughed: "This is my blessing in the Ming Dynasty. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will definitely be a saint in the future."
Chapter completed!