Fu Minghui put down the Lingtong Baojian and looked at the two people beside him: Wen Jiang and Wang Mingxiang. One was a scholar and the other was a warrior, and they just happened to be his right-hand man.
But at this moment, Fu Minghui's eyes were a little straight.
"General, what are you thinking about?" Wen Jiang was careful and keenly noticed something was wrong.
Fu Minghui came back to his senses. "The wise king has given the order. Everyone, get ready. We are about to go south to Wu and Yue. It will take five years. Five years. With the current development speed of the kingdom, we don't know what the situation will be like in five years. Give the soldiers three days off and go home to have a look."
In fact, during this period, Fu Minghui had moved the families of various generals and soldiers to Anyang City or surrounding areas. On the one hand, he wanted to win them over and appease them, and on the other hand, he wanted to control them.
After all, they were going to be away for five years, and more than 40,000 kilometers away. First of all, they had to reassure the soldiers—their families were safe, so they could stay there for five years. Secondly, they had to reassure Li Xian. This was an arrangement that both sides needed.
The three-day holiday is for everyone to spend time with their families; if it’s five years away, who knows what will happen.
Moreover, Fu Minghui knew very well that Ling Zhifeng had already predicted that a large-scale war or disaster would soon sweep across the entire Yingzhou. The war between the Shang Kingdom and the Qi Kingdom was over, but the consequences were brewing intensely. During this period of time, envoys from various countries had been communicating continuously.
In addition, the two countries of Wu and Yue and the countries of Yingzhou also began to stir.
The entire Yingzhou has not seen any major changes for thousands of years. The conflicts between countries have reached their peak, and just a spark can detonate the entire Yingzhou.
In the east of Yingzhou, sparks began to flicker! With the demise of Qi, the sparks had begun to get out of control!
But Fu Minghui pondered more on the four words "colonial governor". Li Xian let it slip several times. Fu Minghui was not a naive boy who knew nothing. After constant thinking, Fu Minghui had become a little wary of the word "colonial". This is definitely not a good word!
"Li Xian, what on earth are you planning? Capitalism, a strong country in industry and commerce, haha, the current Shang Kingdom is as beautiful as a dream. Dreams are always dreams, and there will always be a time to wake up, I don't know..."
While he was deep in thought, the Lingtong Baojian suddenly rang again. "General Fu Minghui? I'm Ling Zhifeng. Are you here at Secret Port No. 1?"
"What's up?"
"I want you to bake bread. Of course, I will bake your bread. Haha..."
Fu Minghui was very upset. Toast is a popular term among the upper class of the Shang Kingdom. The so-called toast is actually to infuse the body with luck and forcibly improve the cultivation. This requires a lot of luck, and only a few core people can enjoy it.
Of course, enjoying this also comes at a price. If you enjoy it once, there may be no reward for decades to come. But no one will refuse!
After a while, Ling Zhifeng drove his cool car and stopped in front of Fu Minghui. "Let's go. I conquered Qi recently and got a lot of luck. I can just forcibly promote a master in the Spiritualization Stage. You are so lucky!"
"You talk too much!" Fu Minghui was speechless. "I really don't know why Master Ling is so cheerful every day."