The narrative process is not long, only about a quarter of an hour.
But to Ning Wanjun, it seemed like the next day.
The shock lies not in how profound Xia Fan's plan is, but in the fact that it is as simple and clear as the other party said. It was so clear that even someone like her, who knew nothing about studying things, could fully understand its principles and judge that it was extremely feasible.
Why has such a thing never been mentioned before
She couldn't help but express her doubts.
"That may not be the case." Xia Fan replied, "Perhaps there are knowledgeable and knowledgeable people who have thought of this, but such people are in a high position and will not put down their fame and fortune and go to the beach to invest their whole life. And burning Most salt people are busy working for a living and have no time to observe and think about the details around them."
The princess thought thoughtfully, "You can't do what you can think of, but you can't think of what you can do?"
"You may not be able to do it even if you think about it. It will also require human and financial resources, as well as a continuous upfront investment that you don't know whether there will be any return on."
There is no concept of venture capital in this era, and attracting investments all depends on relationships. Some people do the beheading business, but no one does the money-losing business. If Xia Fan hadn't known in advance that this method would be successful, he wouldn't have dared to do it from the beginning. The entire plan rests on this.
If the development process of things is divided into one hundred equal parts, the most difficult step is from zero to one, and the next ninety-nine are just improvements on the basis of "one".
"So, are there many important ideas that died in the early stages of germination?" Ning Wanjun said in a divergent way.
Xia Fan glanced at her unexpectedly - the princess at this moment was completely different from the one she was in the Gaoshan County grotto. While military experience had improved her mobility, it did not seem to limit her ability to accept new things.
"It's not like there's no solution."
"Oh? Do you have any ideas about this?"
"Yes. Let as many people as possible get out of poverty, fill their bellies, and give everyone the opportunity to learn - regardless of gender, regardless of high or low." Xia Fan said slowly. "If you don't worry about making a living, you will have enough energy to think about deeper issues. And the higher the average knowledge level of everyone, the easier it is for practitioners to emerge."
It's obviously not the norm for him to be supported by the princess like him. If we want to achieve a virtuous cycle, not only the proposers must understand its principles, but also those with financial power. To achieve this, universal education is the foundation among foundations.
Ning Wanjun blinked, then smiled, "It sounds simpler, but to achieve it, I'm afraid it's not as difficult as climbing to the sky."
“When you want to achieve it, you’re already on your way to heaven.”
"You want to say that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step..." The princess let out a breath, "That would require a lot of money and government resources, both of which we currently lack, so we'd better get back to the matter at hand. Right. How many people do you need for a test?"
"At least seventy or eighty. The more manpower, the better. In addition, there must be carpenters and masons here, especially the former, who need to be alive." Xia Fan originally planned to wait until he returned from Fenghua County to start this matter. But since the other party asked about it, he simply said the plan together, "These people must be centralized for unified management, and the construction should be arranged in batches to avoid leaking the news."
"That's a lot to ask for."
"Of course, that's why we need to rely on His Highness's power." He said bluntly.
"I'll let He Guicai make the arrangements."
Xia Fan nodded, "Besides... it's time to call your people over."
"My people?" Ning Wanjun raised her eyebrows, "Who are they?"
"The team is something that can be seen on the surface. It's not easy to bring many of them in front of the public. But you can't just rely on these few people to seize the power of the Prefecture Mufu, right?" Xia Fan spread his hands, "You don't have enough strength. Not to mention the salt field, you can't defend anything in Jinxia City. So... I think you should be prepared."
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After walking out of the secret room, Qiuyue exhaled a long breath, "You are finally out, Your Highness!"
"What happened?" Ning Wanjun frowned.
"It's nothing wrong..." She glanced at Xia Fan secretly, "I'm just worried about your safety."
Xia Fan rolled his eyes and said goodbye, "Then I'll go back first."
"Well, if there is any progress, I will send someone to inform you."
After he left, Ning Wanjun gave her a slap on the back of the head, "Do you think I'm in the same room with him and it's me who needs to worry and not him? If I want to do something, he won't even-"
"Your Highness, be careful what you say!" Qiuyue quickly covered her mouth, "How noble your status is, you must not say anything nonsense...even joking!"
"Okay," Ning Wanjun opened the maid's hand, "I'm just giving you an example."
Qiuyue patted her chest, "Sure enough, it's better for you to have less contact with the listeners. I always feel that they are not the same type of people as us."
"There is indeed a big difference," she lamented, "at least in terms of knowledge."
"But it may be just talk on paper." Qiuyue said worriedly, "After all, according to you, the source of these insights is unknown, and no one knows whether it is valid."
"Others may be, but he is different... at least I don't feel the disgusting scholarly aura in him. What's more, he also mentioned things about the team."
"Did you tell him?" Qiuyue asked in surprise.
"No, he guessed it himself." Ning Wanjun raised her lips, "For someone who can think to this point, do you still think he is just talking on paper?"
Just like Xia Fan said, when she left Gyeonggi, she did not have many close friends around her, but that did not mean that she was unprepared for what she was going to do.
During the three years in the army, one after another low-level officers and soldiers retired from the army and returned home.
Their names and addresses were all recorded one by one by the princess. These people also know that their retirement is not to bid farewell to the army, but to wait for the day to be loyal to Her Royal Highness the Princess.
As long as Ning Wanjun gives the order, they will gather in Jinxia City from all parts of Qi Kingdom.
This is a force that is only loyal to her. It is small in number, with only more than 3,000 people, but each one is brave and good at fighting. The command structure is complete, and they can form combat effectiveness immediately after being reunited.
This is also one of the princess's greatest strengths.
She was neither supported by the officials nor favored by His Majesty, but in just a few years of experience in the army, she had a group of followers.
Now that she has taken control of Jinxia City, it is time for these people to gather again.
"Activate the secret order and call all my people back." Ning Wanjun ordered.
Qiuyue responded with a trembling voice, "Yes, Your Highness!"
She originally planned to wait for the controllers of Jinxia City to relax their vigilance before gathering the team secretly, but Xia Fan's plan made her change her initial view.
If the other party's plan can be realized, the time for her to truly capture Jinxia, and even Shenzhou as a whole, may be greatly advanced.
In addition, the last trace of worry in Ning Wanjun's heart also disappeared with this secret conversation.
She originally thought that it would be difficult for Xia Fan to wholeheartedly support what she wanted to do in the future, but now she found that the other party didn't seem to care at all about her disobedient behavior, and not only did he not care, but he even felt a little used to it.
Maybe the king hates people like him, but for himself, he is the perfect candidate.