Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"Not too much, not too much at all."

Fang Daoyuan shook his head, "Many of you brothers have never been to the people to take a look."

"How many rural areas are divided by rivers and streams, the terrain is broken, and the people's lives are extremely inconvenient!"

"Even if you want to buy daily necessities, you need to pass through an extremely dangerous single-plank bridge or even a zipline."

"How inconvenient? How dangerous?"

Fang Daoyuan is good at Mohist methods, but he is most interested in water control.

So he also deeply felt the value of oyster bridge building and cement manufacturing.

If such methods are popularized, how many difficulties of ordinary people can be solved.

"This is all related to the well-being of the people!" Wang Zhongshu felt the same way.

"No wonder the court went to such great lengths to let him occupy such a large space in the official report."

"The only regret is that this thing was published... The people of my Han Dynasty are blessed, but Hou Shu and Southern Tang can take greater advantage."

Wang Zhongshu shook his head, very regretful, from the bottom of his heart, he felt that the court was still a little hasty.

Most of the territory of Northern Han is north of the Yangtze River. Although there are many rivers, it is still not as good as that of Southern Tang and Hou Shu.

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In the attic, a group of Imperial Academy priests gathered around the table. On the table was the latest issue of the court newspaper.

And the content of their conversations was all about Shen Wuming.

At the same time, they also talked about the problems that Wang Zhongshu considered, and shook their heads repeatedly. How could such things be published?

Wouldn't it be a bargain for the old monk of Southern Tang and the stupid emperor of Hou Shu?

"This is your Majesty's mind..."

The head of the Imperial Academy, who was in the main position, shook his head, "You are small, and your pattern is small."

"In your Majesty's view, no matter how the world is divided, it will eventually belong to my Great Han."

"In this case, whether it is Southern Tang or Hou Shu, their people are also my Great Han people."

"This..." The group of priests, who were originally full of regret, couldn't help but look sluggish.

But thinking back, according to the character of the empress, she might really think so.

"And think about it from another angle!" The military chief named Wang Meng smiled meaningfully.

"If this thing is published, how should Southern Tang, Hou Shu, or even Yan respond?"

"If they build it, it will cost a lot of money, but they are small and weak, and they may not be able to afford it."

"That's true!" Another chief nodded, "Especially Southern Tang, there are many water systems. If they build new bridges on a large scale, it will cost a lot."

"But they can choose not to build it, why do they compete with us?"

Wang Meng shook his head.

"The people are watching, we Northern Han have given all the methods, but they don't use them?"

"Willn't it be that the people will lose their hearts? Wouldn't it be better to defeat the enemy without fighting?"

...

"My Lord, I admit that I spoke a little loudly before. There are no outsiders here. I bow to you first."

In the hall of Shouting Marquis's Mansion.

Chu Pingshan sat on top, playing with the teacup.

His eyes were fixed on the pattern on the cup lid, as if he was exploring some great truth of heaven and earth.

Ma Taishou stood beside him with a humble look on his face, and bowed 90 degrees without caring that Chu Pingshan ignored him.

Chu Pingshan then raised his head, "What are you doing, Lord Ma? It's not the New Year, why be so polite."

"Hurry up and sit down, just treat it as your own home!"

Chu Pingshan pointed to the chair next to him, and Ma Taishou smiled and rubbed his hands, "No, no, I can just stand."

"It's good to stand, it's cool... Um, Lord, I brought some local specialties this time..."

"Oh?" Chu Pingshan was surprised, "Isn't Ma Taishou a native of Zhongshan? What other local specialties are there?"

Ma Taishou smiled and took out a large stack of gold notes from his sleeve.

"Zhongshan's specialties are also specialties, please accept them, Lord, to express my apology."

Chu Pingshan laughed and looked at Ma Taishou deeply. This man is really snobbish.

Previously, the Shou Ting Marquis Mansion gradually declined, and there was no successor, so Governor Ma targeted him in various ways.

Now that he is on the rise again, he immediately came up to him with a flattering face, trying to turn hostility into friendship.

"It's better to take back this gold note. How can Pingshan dare to accept the favor of Lord Ma."

Chu Pingshan's eyes were gloomy, and he did not intend to forgive Governor Ma.

Although from the perspective of officialdom, everyone will see each other when they look up, but hatred is hatred.

Especially Ma Baoshan still wants to marry his precious daughter, and such a playboy is worthy of it?

He can't even compare with Wuming's toes.

They, father and son, almost made him miss this son-in-law, and almost made Youyi miss the ideal husband.

"This..."

Governor Ma wanted to say something, but there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the Marquis Mansion.

"Where is Shou Ting Marquis Chu Pingshan?"

The voice was loud, and the sound of armor colliding could be heard faintly.

Chu Pingshan didn't even bother to greet Ma Taishou, and hurriedly walked out.

Ma Taishou's eyes flashed with resentment, but he still smiled shyly and followed Chu Pingshan.

A team of elite soldiers in armor was already standing in the courtyard, and the leader was wearing a set of bright silver armor.

"I am Chu Pingshan, may I know the general..."

Chu Pingshan hurried forward.

The bright silver-armored general had a serious face, but when he saw Chu Pingshan, he showed a hint of smile on his face.

"Zuo Sima is at the Dudu Mansion in Xia Ding Prefecture. Following the military orders of the Dudu Mansion, he is delivering a letter of appointment to the Marquis!"

While talking, Zuo Sima took out a scroll.

When Chu Pingshan was about to salute, Zuo Sima quickly grabbed his arm and stuffed the scroll into his hand.

"We are all brothers, no need to be so polite!"

Taishou Ma, who was following behind, saw this scene as soon as he stepped out of the hall door.

I couldn't help but feel even more shocked.

Official positions in the Northern Han Dynasty included county magistrates and county lieutenants in counties, and prefects and county lieutenants in counties, who were in charge of civil and military affairs.

However, it is different at the state level. The governor is in charge of government affairs, and the military commander is in charge of military affairs.

But they also established a governor above them to oversee the civil, military, and political affairs, similar to the governors of later generations.

Under the command of the governor, there are also Chang Shi, Sima and other staff. This Zuo Sima is equivalent to the deputy chief of staff of the governor's office.

A proper confidant of the governor.

Even if the governor and the general manager of the march saw him, they would give him a thumbs-down. As for the prefect... they would never see him.

But such a big shot was actually so enthusiastic about Chu Pingshan at this time, and he started calling him brother and sister in just a few words.

"It's really troublesome for Lord Sima. Lord Pei just informed me just now. I didn't expect it to be so soon..."

Chu Pingshan thanked him repeatedly, but Zuo Sima hurriedly said: "I have already mentioned my brothers, so there is no need to call me sir."

"If you don't mind, just call me brother... As for the appointment, hehe."

Zuo Sima said this and patted Chu Pingshan on the shoulder.

"You have a good son-in-law, and you can actually let Mr. Pei, the minister Zuo Cheng, help you run around."

"Master Pei has already made an agreement with the Governor, and I came to Zhongshan yesterday just for this trip."