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"Blood stains the Central Plains..."

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In a small village called Chen Village, south of Jiading in the Chengdu Plain, the civil engineering project that started last winter has already reached a certain scale.

In the courtyard in the east of the village, which was completed earlier, there is a two-story building. In a room on the first floor, Ning Yi is reviewing the information that was sent yesterday. Juan'er, at the desk, is responsible for organizing and filing these items.

Although located in the south, this seemingly remote village can now be regarded as the place with the most well-informed news in the entire world. Various information from the Jin Dynasty, the Central Plains, and the Wu Dynasty are transmitted here every day. Urgent information is mostly shorter, while subsequent supplements are relatively detailed.

The three major battles taking place in the Central Plains are currently the focus of close attention. Of course, the siege of Daming Prefecture has been going on for a long time, and the Battle of Xuzhou is still in its initial stalemate, so there is not much information. The situation in Jin is truly changing three times a day. The person in charge of Jin compiles the intelligence every three days and sends it over. On this day, when Ning Yi saw the news of infighting within Lin Zongwu's forces, he frowned and then threw the intelligence aside.

"What a waste of good stuff!" he muttered.

Since the Huaxia Army returned to the southwest, the effort to open up trade routes has been focused on Jin from the beginning. Later, after Tian Hu was killed, and Tian Shi, Lou Shuwan and others took power, the Huaxia Army prioritized assisting them with many advanced crossbows, cannons, and even the principles of machinery. In addition, with Tian Hu's ten years of management, Jin's assets were actually quite abundant.

The division of Jin after Tian Shi's death was actually a re-seizure and distribution of these resources. Even for guys like Lin Zongwu, who had previously had grudges, Lou Shuwan and even the Huaxia Army put in considerable effort to help them rise to power, even at the cost of losing some benefits that could have been obtained. Who knew that this fatty would be slapped in the face before he even warmed his chair, making Ning Yi feel unlucky just seeing his name.

"What?" Juan'er leaned over.

"I'd rather help a dog than help him!" Ning Yi pointed at the intelligence, looking displeased. Juan'er laughed. Having managed the Huaxia Army for a long time, and being burdened with affairs, his authority has increased day by day. It is only when he is alone with his family that he can be seen in a relatively unrestrained state.

Of course, it is also possible that he is doing it on purpose.

After the few pieces of news from Jin, there was also news from the south. In the Huainan direction, Han Shizhong's army has begun to accept the refugees who have been coming down from the north – these are the remnants of the "hungry ghosts" led by Wang Shitong, who traveled thousands of miles south. Of course, more likely they are refugees who have lost their families and been coerced along the way – after such a long disaster, their numbers are actually not many.

The "Hungry Ghosts," this disaster that lasted more than a year and affected the lives of millions of people in the Central Plains, has finally come to an end. The number of survivors is estimated to be between 50,000 and 100,000. This number is still gradually decreasing. Because the total number has decreased significantly, the southern government, under the instruction of Crown Prince Junwu, has launched rescue and shelter operations for these refugees who are already skin and bones.

What makes Ning Yi gratified is that Junwu did not blindly allow these people to enter southern society, but ordered the government and the army to carry out centralized treatment, on the one hand to prevent diseases, and on the other hand to avoid these people who have lost everything and mostly eaten people from causing a huge impact on Jiangnan society.

It is conceivable that if these unfortunate people were rashly put into the society of ordinary people, they would feel the moral disorder and the loss of everything, and they could do anything for a bite to eat. And after experiencing the baptism of plunder and killing, it would inevitably be difficult for these people to integrate into society like other refugees in a short period of time, and quietly join small workshops or other places to work.

This fact has nothing to do with sympathy.

Fang Chengye also added Wang Shitong's last request to this message and sent it along.

Regarding Wang Shitong's matter, Fang Chengye made a review, saying that he should have launched forces to kill him in the first half of last year. But on the one hand, Fang Chengye had a certain sympathy for Wang Shitong, so that his will to act was not firm; on the other hand, Wang Shitong himself was extremely clever, although his goal was reckless, his control over the interior of the hungry ghosts and his own surroundings was always very strict. The two reasons combined, and in the end Fang Chengye did not find a good enough opportunity to act.

In the second half of last year, the Jurchens had already gone south, and the Central Plains had long been devastated. The front-line personnel of the Huaxia Army believed that the hungry ghosts might still play a certain role in hindering Zong Bi's team, and the plan to assassinate Wang Shitong, which was not highly likely to succeed, was temporarily put on hold again.

Looking back, it might have been a better choice if Fang Chengye had launched front-line personnel at all costs to kill Wang Shitong in the first half of last year.

Millions of lives ultimately occupy very little space in the intelligence. Ning Yi read it twice and sighed. In fact, if he could really predict the development of everything, it would have been easier for him to kill Wang Shitong in Ze Prefecture and disperse the hungry ghosts. One of the prerequisites for Fang Chengye's failure to launch the plan was actually because Wang Shitong himself was a remarkable person. After millions of hungry ghosts took shape, the success rate of assassinating him from within was too low after all.

"Regarding the matter of the hungry ghosts, file it in the library, maybe future generations can sum up a lesson."

Juan'er silently put the intelligence aside.

The matter of the hungry ghosts has been settled, and what has been passed on can only be regarded as a summary. After this intelligence, there are some minor but potentially valuable news, as well as purely entertaining gossip. The situation in Lin'an City, the most popular information in various brothels and teahouses, is one piece, and there is also information about Long Qifei. Ning Yi threw it aside after reading it, ending the first task of the morning.

The following was a meeting on the public security system.

Since the Huaxia Army occupied the Chengdu Plain last year, the population under its rule has expanded by more than a million. To rule such a large area, it is not enough to have tens of thousands of capable troops. In the few years in He and Deng counties, although some administrative officials were trained, they were ultimately not enough.

In the past Wu Dynasty, or rather the entire Confucian system, the way to rule the local area was always that imperial power did not extend to the county level. This was in line with the political resource situation of feudal society. But for the Huaxia Army, it is no longer wise to completely hand over the local area to the gentry. This is because the Huaxia Army's program incorporates some democratic ideas, emphasizing civil rights and people's wisdom. But at the same time, the practice of overthrowing local tyrants and distributing land is not suitable for the current situation.

In later generations, after a century of humiliation, coupled with the support of a series of rigorous theories and programs such as "Das Kapital" and Marxism-Leninism, this thorough transformation has emerged into a relatively stable framework. At present, the Wu Dynasty has been prosperous for two hundred years, and has only been humiliated for ten years. Too radical measures can easily turn into an unstoppable carnival. Even if it does not follow in the footsteps of Fang La, it is actually difficult to produce good results. This is what Ning Yi has always wanted to avoid.

And at present, the Huaxia Army's emphasis on "Huaxia" requires people to reform themselves and become strong, to have their own rights, and to defend their own rights, but for a time, it cannot be deeply understood by the people at the bottom. After all, in the past thousands of years, it has been a deeply ingrained division of labor for scholars to shoulder all social responsibilities and for the poor to bury their heads in their work. It is possible to use military law to make the army "self-reliant," but it is impossible to force the awakening of the people. Therefore, the concept of "Huaxia" can certainly inspire people in difficult times like Xiaocang River, but it is difficult to become the core concept to promote everything in the peaceful southwest.

So, what can become the core concept in the southwest at this time? Ning Yi's choice is still the spirit of contract.

Deploying retired or wounded veterans to various villages to become spokespersons for the Huaxia Army, restricting the power of local gentry, and writing the basic human rights and legal spirit promoted by the Huaxia Army in He and Deng counties into simple regulations, supervised and implemented by these veterans, even if the law enforcement is relatively mechanical, cracking down on the situation of the rich being unkind in various places is also gradually winning people's hearts in these places.

And in order to prevent the local gentry from corrupting the veterans too quickly, continuous ideological work is extremely necessary. And this model is actually somewhat similar to the early sheriff model in the United States.

From a realistic point of view, the current situation of the Huaxia Army is actually a military government maintained under the concept of a modern army. In the threat of the Jurchens and the corruption of the Wu Dynasty, it has maintained its strength and efficiency for a certain period of time by relying on its battle achievements and military discipline. But if this efficiency gradually declines – that is, after the inevitable return of nearly one generation of Huaxia Army to the cycle of life – if the concepts laid down by Ning Yi, whether democracy, human rights, feudalism, or capital, cannot take root and form, then the entire Huaxia Army will inevitably move towards the consequence of disintegration.

To this day, the things that Ning Yi has spent the most effort on are contract spirit and basic human rights. Talking about contracts, having human rights, and doing business are actually preparing for the first round of the industrial revolution and even capitalism to take root. Because regardless of whether other doctrines will take shape, the budding industrial revolution promoted by the Gewu Institute is a truly tangible future for Ning Yi.

And in the shorter period of time, making this public security system operate as steadily as possible and completely completing the control of the Chengdu Plain also has another round of realistic significance. The Huaxia Army had about 60,000 troops in He and Deng counties. Now nearly 10,000 have gone to Xuzhou, and more than 50,000 people – even with a certain number of militia – are only just enough to ensure the rule of the Chengdu Plain. In the situation of the Jurchens going south, if he really wants to do something in the future, Ning Yi must take out enough fresh troops from his hands as soon as possible.

The public security resources selected from the veterans are relatively sufficient. With the start of this spring, the 198 literate enlightenment-level teachers prepared in He and Deng have also been distributed to various parts of the Chengdu Plain to conduct a certain period of mobile classes, teaching literacy and arithmetic.

The military's medical resources were released as early as last year. At the same time, the commercial department of the Huaxia Army has been actively contacting local merchants since last year, carrying out encouragement, matchmaking, and assistance – being located near Liangshan, the past commercial activities of the Huaxia Army have also had dealings with many people. At this time, the real trouble is the tense situation around the periphery of the Chengdu Plain, but as the threat of the Jurchens has become increasingly serious, and the Huaxia Army has issued a declaration of truce, by March, the tense situation on the periphery has actually begun to ease, and the commercial situation on the Chengdu Plain has gradually begun to recover.

These various things have made Ning Yi now enter a state of non-stop rotation again. In the afternoon, in the evening... listening to various reports, holding meetings, meeting people who want to meet him... when he returns home at night, the children are mostly asleep, and the courtyard is not necessarily noisy. At this time, the meeting with several wives is still quiet. Sometimes he sits under the eaves with Yun Zhu, talking to her about the news from Lin'an...

"Ah, the courtesan there is now called Shi Daidai, she is a Western Region woman... alas, the world is going downhill, the name is too unscrupulous..."

Sometimes he makes an appointment with Tan'er, Xiao Chan, and others to cook noodles for supper. Although it is late, he does it himself, but he is not tired.

Sometimes he asks Jin'er to massage his head, sometimes he bullies Hongti, or is bullied by Xigua... This is the most relaxing moment of his day.

Actually, it is not much.

Although the southwest is peaceful, sometimes he wakes up from a dream in the middle of the night, and the smell of gunpowder he smells in his nose is still in his dream.

"What's wrong?" His wife, who is sleeping lightly, will also wake up.

"Nothing... you haven't turned into a magic trick, and I haven't built a house either."

These words are a bit regrettable, but for the two of them, it is a very warm memory. Then his wife will talk about the children.

"...When the war is over, let them build it."

The topic gradually shifted. When Ning Yi looked at the moonlight outside the window, the smell of gunpowder still hadn't dissipated...

……

North bank of the Yellow River.

North of Yellow River, in the drizzling rain, the sounds of weapons clashing echoed densely together, a war was in progress.

Arrows flew, horses neighed, and armies of believers wearing yellow turbans charged into the formations ahead.

"Wah—" On the front lines of the battlefield, a rushing figure resembled a blood-soaked Buddha. With a thunderous roar, this figure crashed into the crowd in front, wielding knives in both hands, and hacking all the way towards the location of the enemy's banner. These Han soldiers who had surrendered to the Jurchens were terrified by this blood-covered giant, and turned to flee. The giant almost cut a path of blood amid the feeble resistance, and several soldiers who ran slowly were sent rolling on the ground by him.

The chances of victory for the surrendered troops were not high to begin with. One side of the vanguard was scattered, and the defeat was evident. The general under the banner spurred his horse to escape, and the blood-covered giant rushed over through the crowd, his figure faster than a galloping horse.

In the rain, one man and one horse, one in front and one behind, closed the distance on this chaotic battlefield. The general on horseback turned back and shot an arrow, and the figure waved his hand, and the arrow flew away in an instant. Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer, the general's courage had dissipated, and he shouted loudly: "I surrender, spare my life..."

However, the other party rushed up roaring.

This was the number one person in the world, Lin Zongwu.

The huge figure leaned against the war horse from the side, and there was a loud bang. Water splashed everywhere, and the war horse was knocked flying in the mud, along with the general on the horse, tumbling in the mud. The general was dizzy and hadn't gotten up yet. Lin Zongwu rushed to his side, grabbed his neck, and suddenly threw him up.

The body of more than a hundred pounds flew like a cannonball to the side, hitting a small team of fleeing soldiers. When it landed again, the body was already twisted beyond recognition. Lin Zongwu rushed over, grabbed the steel knife and hacked wildly, leading his soldiers, chasing all the way...

This small victory and massacre slightly boosted morale. The believers scoured the battlefield and returned to the village in the mountains more than ten miles away. It was already getting dark. The village was full of soldiers and their families who believed in the Great Brightness Religion. The backbone of the army had already begun to publicize today's victory. Lin Zongwu returned to his room, washed, and changed his clothes. When night fell, the rain had stopped. He left the camp, passed through the village with a smile on his face, and only restrained that smile when he reached the darkness on the periphery.

He walked into the shadows.

Although he was huge, as the number one martial artist in the world, the ruggedness of the mountains could not stop him, and there was no place that could be considered dangerous to him. During this period of time, Lin Zongwu had become accustomed to silently watching this village in the darkness, watching his believers.

In the small square behind the village, some believers were practicing martial arts, and some children were also practicing inarticulately next to them.

At some point, Lin Zongwu returned to the village. He came out of the dark corner and appeared in front of a child who was waving a wooden stick. The child was startled.

"...Tathagata...Uncle?"

After seeing clearly, the child made this name.

The child's name was Mu Anping, and he was the son of that frenzied Lin Chong. After learning the truth, Lin Zongwu already had an idea about the placement of the child. However, at that time, he was still busy with the situation in Jin, thinking about occupying a place in the world. The whole matter was delayed, and now these busy times were over.

Lin Zongwu touched his head and sighed.

"From today onwards, your name is Ping'an, you are my disciple... I will teach you martial arts. One day in the future, you will be the number one person in the world."

At this moment, there was no grand display, no grand congratulations from everyone. Even the child in front of him was still blinking his eyes in a daze, not quite understanding what had happened. The bonfires in the village were flickering, and various sounds were noisy and chaotic, just like this world, dancing in the rain...

……

Boom—

Daming Prefecture.

The catapult is moving.

In March, the fighting continues. The originally solid city wall is riddled with holes, and the defense line of the city is precarious. This fierce siege is about to come to an end...

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