Xiaozhu, what else can I do for you?

"Wait until I come back and marry me"!

Wu Anguo let go of his hand powerlessly and watched his girlfriend walk towards the boarding gate. On the apron outside the window, Boeing plane opened its mouth and swallowed his girlfriend's petite figure. He turned his head and saw that his future father-in-law was looking at him kindly.

"Xiao Wu, I have to talk to you." My father-in-law said to him with a smile,

"Well, uncle, just say anything, I can afford it."

"You are a good person, and you are very compatible with our Xiaozhu. I am also very satisfied with you." My father-in-law said earnestly. "But reality needs to be faced with it. You cannot provide many things that Xiaozhu needs to develop. As a man, you take on what you should bear."

Finally, after waiting for this sentence, Wu Anguo knew that the reality that could not be escaped finally came to his eyes, but he did not expect it to come so quickly.

"I have money, uncle, my current money is enough for Xiaozhu. After we immigrate, we will live for the rest of our lives." Wu Anguo suddenly thought of the gold he saved in the newly opened Xuji "Risenchang" total ticket number in Huairou. This was the earliest silver note in China. He took it to his pocket, but it was empty.

The future father-in-law's smile became ferocious, and the passengers waiting around him also walked over with a grin. Wu Anguo then realized that they were all wearing Mongolian clothes, and they were not ceremonials in their hands, but bloody steel knives. He fled, but he did not expect an abyss appeared under his feet.

"Xiaozhu, I love you." When Wu Anguo landed, he raised his head at the Boeing plane and shouted loudly. He knew that this was his last chance, and tears flowed down his face.

"Master, Master, wake up." Someone was pushing his bulky body. Wherever I was, he opened his eyes and saw Xiao Jiangye's red eyes appearing in front of him. Looking around, Li Shanping, Zhang Wu, Zhu Di, Cao Zhen and others were all here, and the smell of herbs was scented.

It turned out to be a dream. Wu Anguo sighed helplessly when he thought that he was already a rebirth. "Master will cry even if he dreams." Xiao Jiangye shaved his face and was reluctantly squeezed aside by everyone.

"Brother Wu, you have finally woken up. Your Highness, King Yan, has been guarding you for three days and three nights." Li Shanping was afraid that Wu Anguo would be rude, so he quickly reminded him.

"Sir, please see Your Highness of the King of Yan." Wu Anguo struggled to get out of bed and salute, but was held down by the King of Yan. "Brother Wu, you don't have to be polite. Zhu Di's life is saved by you, so it's okay to do your best to do your best."

Wu'anguo was unwilling to get up, so he lay down and pretended to be weak and closed his eyes. He thought secretly about how to get along with the King of Yan. If according to the original history, Zhu Di, who was still simple in front of him, would definitely be an emperor with great achievements in the future and a top tyrant. During the Jingnan Campaign, the loyal people in the world were empty, and the national feelings that Zhu Yuanzhang used when he founded the country disappeared. The reality that the murder between the Chinese was more cruel than the foreign invaders made the entire country lose its cohesion from then on. Ignoring the King of Yan is not a solution. After all, the dream he had worked hard to create was rooted in Zhu Di's territory. When the King of Yan took charge of the fief, the power and strategy could easily crush the prosperity. Is it okay to change him? Let a person who has been high above since childhood and be Isn't this a fool to believe that the prince who holds in heaven recognizes the concept of equality, freedom, and the equal relationship between the country and the people? The chaotic thoughts trouble him. What he is doing is to change the industrial structure of this era and influence people's concepts through changes in his or her lives and the changes in his or her surroundings. As for who is the emperor in the changing history in the future, it is a nation-state or a democratic country, let time and destiny solve it. He is just a catalyst arranged in the dark, accelerating the process of change in the times. No matter what happens in the future, it is certain that this country will be far ahead of the world for a certain period of time, and there will be no such sad and helpless farewell to happen.

"Don't worry, Wu Dianshi is too tired. If he loses his strength, he will rest for a few more days. I have added a large tonic to the previous medicine. This dragon tendon that is rare in a century is just right in handy." Zhu Di hurriedly called in and the doctor cut through Wu'anguo's pulse and stood up to repay him.

"Let's go out first and let Brother Wu take a rest." At Zhu Di's greeting, everyone left the door. When Wu Anguo saw everyone leaving, he stood up and stood at the window. Looking out through the glass window, the morning sun gradually melted the remaining snow on the roof into water, flowing down drop by drop, and condensed into ice cones on the eaves. This house was built this summer, using all new invented materials such as cement, steel bars, glass, and ceramic tiles. It was not very luxuriously decorated, but very unique, with three floors in total. In the bedroom on the second floor, you can clearly see the street not far away.

The sound of a desolate trumpet came from one end of the street. A group of people were wearing white clothes, and paper money was flying in the air. I wonder who was having a funeral? Wu Anguo looked carefully and saw that there were a few figures in the crowd. He was very familiar with them. Several of them were scholars from the county, Guo Pu, Wang Hao, and Li Ling, wearing white clothes, walked in front of the funeral procession.

It is the coffin of the heroic countryside! This long team died because of my improper command. Wu Anguo finally understood why he didn't see Guo Pu when he woke up. Today is the third day, and the warriors are as safe as the land. They died to defend their hometown, so the people in the county spontaneously saw off the warriors off.

I want to send my brothers away. Wu Anguo retreated to the door, rushed downstairs, and ran to the street. Everyone guarding the living room was startled and followed them out.

Wu Anguo rushed into the crowd, walked to a barman, and reached out to move the barman carrying the coffin to his shoulder. He had just recovered from the serious illness, and even though he was strong in his physical strength, he shook it. "It's not possible, sir." Several elders in the crowd quickly stopped the team.

"It makes Wu incompetent and exhausts thousands of troops. It is regarded as the one who carries the coffin for the warriors."

"Sir, I can't do it. If it weren't for the 40,000 Mongolian troops, I would have been the same as Beikou City. I have recovered from a serious illness. I should not be tired anymore. Stop it, sir." Several scholars in the crowd were moved to cry out, and someone took the lead, and the crowd fell to his knees.

"Don't kneel down, get up, get up, the dead brothers fought desperately with the Tartars, just to make everyone never kneel down to others, get up." Wu'anguo's tiger's eyes rolled down. Zhang Wu, Li Shanping and others, who chased Wu'anguo, knew it would be useless to persuade him, so they pushed the wheelchair and joined the funeral crowd. Shisanlang reached out to take the other bar, Wang Hao and Li Ling walked behind Wu'anguo, and raised the first coffin together to give the sacrificed warriors the highest respect.

After Zhu Di followed the team with his entourage, he didn't want to show off his identity as the prince. Everyone didn't know that, and had no time to take care of it. In the bitter cold wind, paper flowers were flying.

This is a strange city. Zhu Di thought to himself that when he is close to the border, he has the prosperity that is no less than Yangzhou. There are few idle people and beggars on the streets, and the public security is very good. The granaries are full and the etiquette is known, and the food and clothing are sufficient. It is well reflected here. And there are not like other places here. There are so many poor people, which can be seen from the clothes of pedestrians on the street that people are relatively rich. The day before yesterday, I asked Guo Pu about the county government, and the tax revenue of the small county is now there.

It is also among the best in the country. Unlike other places, the income of this county mainly comes from industry and commerce, not agriculture. So many businessmen gathered, but the farmers did not say anything wrong. In Guo Pu's words, in addition to the government's land tax, private land rents should not be higher than 20%. "In fact, it cannot be higher. My place is vast and sparsely populated, and no one will rent it if it is high. With water trucks and steel hoes, there will be no need to use too many people. Basically, it is safe to get a profit from drought and flood."
Chapter completed!