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In the early morning of late autumn, the windowsill was stained with a thin layer of frost, which shone brightly in the faint morning light. Outside the window, early orioles were chirping in the warm trees.
After such a long time in the Ming Dynasty, Qin Mu stayed in bed for the first time, because he suddenly felt that he was always busy all day long, and there was no time to relax. The flow of life became rough; good and bad, there was no time to experience carefully, and even his own gains and losses were not reflected in time... ...
Perhaps he was born to be a hard worker. Holding Yang Zhi's soft body, his mind couldn't help but think of Yang Tinglin. It was impossible to kill Yang Tinglin, but how to place him was a headache.
It turned out that he was planning to let Yang Tinglin resign from his post due to illness and return to his hometown to spend his old age. Yang Tinglin's hometown was in Qingjiang, Jiangxi, which was the seat of Linjiang Prefecture, and was located near the later Zhangshu City.
Qin Mu is planning to seize the entire Jiangxi Province, so Qinggong is relatively safe, and there will be no danger in letting Yang Tinglin return to his hometown.
But Qin Mu suddenly remembered that he couldn't find a suitable spokesperson in Nanjing. Qin Mu had thought of all the possibilities these days, but still couldn't find a suitable candidate.
In a few months, Nanjing will become a battleground for various factions. By then, we must find a spokesperson in Nanjing to make our voices heard, to take more initiative, and to control some things.
Originally, it would be ideal to promote Yang Tinglin. Yang Tinglin has enough qualifications and reputation. If he could be the spokesperson, he would definitely be able to attract more real talents and his own justice would be stronger. Unfortunately... ... ... .Alas, this stinky and hard stone;
It would be better to wait until we return to Ganzhou and talk to Yang Tinglin in person. However, Qin Mu did not hold much hope for this. Some people might not change their original temperament even if they died once.
Yang Zhi in his arms moved, her jade arms tightly hugged his waist, and a string of tiny mumblings came out of her rosy lips.
A pair of juicy pear-like breasts pressed against his right rib. They were soft and fluffy, and the two cherries on the top were small, pink and tender, making people want to hold them in their mouths and taste them carefully.
Maybe it was because Biyu had just lost her virginity, or maybe it was because she hadn't had a good night's sleep in the past few months, but she slept so soundly that morning that Qin Mu didn't have the heart to wake her up.
But the birds outside the window didn't know how to pity the beauty. Their chirping finally woke Yang Zhi up. When she opened her sleepy eyes, she found Qin Mu smiling at her. Her face flushed instantly, and she struggled to get up.
Qin Mu hugged her soft waist and let her lie face down in his arms. "Lay down, my lady. I like this kind of caring feeling."
"Husband...Husband, it's daybreak. It's time to get up... and wash up." Yang Zhi's voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper. She finally finished her words, and her body felt even hotter.
Qin Mu gently stroked her body with his hands. From her delicate pink back, to her slender waist, to her perky buttocks, to her slender breasts. The feeling from his hands was so beautiful and warm, and every part of this beautiful woman was worthy of pity.
"Your Highness, there are no parents-in-law to control you, why are you in such a hurry?"
Under Qin Mu's gentle caress, Yang Zhi could truly feel his love. The joy from the bottom of her heart made her slowly relax and her body became softer. As if she had no bones, her slender jade fingers moved unconsciously on his chest. This was the third time she heard Qin Mu call her a princess. Yang Zhi finally couldn't help but whispered, "Husband... I am not a princess at all. Husband, are you..."
"Don't let your imagination run wild. You may not believe me, but I used to have the same dream often. I dreamed of a Princess Yuchi. When I first saw you, I almost thought I was dreaming again, because you look so similar to the Princess Yuchi I dreamed of. It's just that you are younger and more elegant. Otherwise, I would have thought I was dreaming."
"Really?" Yang Zhi's almond-shaped eyes widened and she unconsciously tilted her upper body back to look at him. Her pair of white and tender jade-like breasts hung in front of her chest, so delicate and plump, so fresh and attractive.
Qin Mu couldn't help but reach out and grab it, playing with it gently. The wonderful feeling of softness and elasticity made him unable to let it go.
Not only did Yang Zhi's breasts feel numb, but she also felt a hard object thrust into her vagina. She couldn't help but moan, and her whole body collapsed into his arms again, as soft as a spring of water.
“Husband… Husband…”
"Everything your husband said is true, that's why I call you princess. I believe you are the princess God gave me."
"Um... ... ... ."
"What's wrong with you, ma'am?"
"Husband, you still ask, you... you are so bad... oh..."
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Lu Daqi could not wait any longer, so he risked his life to kill God or Buddha and rushed to the governor's office early in the morning. Unfortunately, Qin Mu stayed in bed today and Niu Wanshan, a furious-looking Vajra, was guarding the back door of the yamen. He could not get in anyway and had to wait in the second hall with anger in his heart. He waited for half an hour.
During this period, his mentality gradually calmed down, and he also noticed some details in the yamen, which made him almost forget the anger in his heart.
Lu Daqi had been an official for many years, from the six ministries to the local prefectures, and he had seen many kinds of government offices; most of those government offices were decadent and bureaucratic, with officials just getting by, sitting in office but doing nothing, talking nonsense, and filling their pockets. The officials below were cunning and deceitful, deceiving their superiors and hiding the truth from their subordinates, and it was not enough.
But in the yamen before him, Lu Daqi saw a refreshing vitality. All the officials were mostly under 40 years old. They walked briskly and worked attentively. There was no unnecessary courtesy, no boring official language, and no idle people gathered together to brag and gossip. Even when the chief officer was not there, the entire yamen was still running with amazing efficiency.
This was secondary. Lu Daqi pretended to be indifferent and strolled around the yamen. After some observation, he found that this was clearly a scaled-down version of the central government agency, with all the functions from the cabinet to the six ministries and the Censorate.
For example, outside a room, he actually heard the officials inside discussing how many inspectors to send out to inspect the prefectures and counties and investigate possible corruption and fraud in the re-creation of land registers in each prefecture and county.
After listening for a moment, Lu Daqi realized that Qin Mu was promoting the land distribution method in Ganzhou again in Huguang. Huguang had just been swept by Zhang Xianzhong, and the local gentry and wealthy families were the main targets of Zhang Xianzhong's locust army. At least six of the ten pavilions were gone, and it was the time when the resistance to land distribution was the least.
Qin Mu ordered the reconstruction of land registers and distributed the "ownerless" lands equally to the landless people. This approach was exactly the same as what he did in Ganzhou. It would have been fine if it was just Ganzhou, but Qin Mu actually did this in the entire Huguang area. He was really bold!
But think about it, Qin Mu dared to place under house arrest and frame himself, the governor of four provinces, so would he be afraid of offending the remaining local gentry
God knows if he will be like Zhang Xianzhong if he is angered. He will clean up Huguang again, and he can even do it in the name of suppressing bandits. When Zhang Xianzhong came, did you ever join the bandits? No? Those who didn't were killed. How did you live well
In short, the entire military and political power of Huguang is now in the hands of Qin Mu. He can find a hundred or a thousand reasons to deal with the remaining gentry.
Lu Daqi is not stupid. The key is land. The reason why the Ming Dynasty has come to its current situation is nothing more than excessive concentration of land and irreconcilable class contradictions.
Qin Mu now seems to be less powerful than Li Zicheng. But wherever he controls, he will immediately implement the "land reform" there, eliminating all the ills caused by the excessive concentration of land. Just based on this point, Qin Mu has the most stamina. As long as time passes, no one will be able to compete with him. After the people of Huguang are allocated land, they will regard him as the god and will support him enthusiastically;
The Chinese people value land more than their lives, because it doesn't matter if they lose their lives, but land is the most important family property and must be passed down to future generations. If Qin Mu distributes land to them, they will be willing to work for him. If anyone wants to overthrow Qin Mu, it is equivalent to taking away their land. When Qin Mu ascends to power, millions of people in Huguang will rise up and fight him to the death. This is the saying that whoever wins the hearts of the people wins the world.
Lu Daqi's mind was full of thoughts, and he didn't want to listen any more. He sighed silently and walked to Qin Mu's signing room, lost in thought. He knew very well how weak the Ming Dynasty's luck was.
He was the governor of four provinces and came here to suppress bandits. What bandits were he suppressing? It was true that he had first brought disaster to Jiangxi. The imperial court could not send food and money, nor could it mobilize troops. It was not as powerful as Zuo Liangyu and Qin Mu. "This Ming Dynasty... Alas!"
"Why did Commander Lu sigh?"
The sudden voice behind him startled Lu Daqi. He turned around and saw Qin Mu standing behind him with a smile on his face, wearing a brand new governor's official robe.
As soon as he saw Qin Mu, Lu Daqi couldn't help but get furious again. Qin Mu was so cruel. The drama of Lu Qi recognizing his father was not only a problem for him to fail in becoming the governor of four provinces, it was also a destruction of his personality. Once the news got out, the three names of him, Lu Daqi, would immediately be equated with rotten eggs.
Looking back, Qin Mu asked Lu Qi to perform this drama in Prince Ji's Mansion. At that time, only his people and Princess Xiangyang were present. As long as he wanted, this matter would not be spread. This was Qin Mu's deliberate attempt to leave him some wiggle room. Of course, if he did not cooperate, Qin Mu would immediately spread the matter throughout Huguang and the world. The arrangement of Princess Xiangyang as a witness was impeccable.
In this way, Qin Mu had grasped the vital point of Lu Daqi. He could choose not to be the governor of four provinces, but he had to do this job. If the world knew that he had an affair and then abandoned her, and that he had an eldest son who was a eunuch, not only would he be criticized wherever he went, but the ancestors of the Lu family would also be embarrassed.
"Qin Mu, what do you want?"
"Hey, why do you say that, Commander Lu?" Qin Mu looked refreshed and had a bright smile.
"Qin Mu, you..."
"Commander-in-Chief Lu, Commander-in-Chief Lu, your health is the capital of the revolution, please take good care of yourself... Forget it, this is not the place to talk, Commander-in-Chief Lu, please follow me."
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