After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

[The fat pig is as big as an elephant, but its nose is short. If the whole village kills one, it will be enough to eat for half a year]

[The year before last, we sold grain using a pole, last year we sold grain using a rumor, this year, the tricycle can’t carry it all]

[You said Zhang Sanren was tall, and the rice tangerines were taller than his eyebrows. You said Wang Er was strong, and he could carry a large load of rice. You said the girl had thick braids, and she dared to compare them with the rice ears?]

The poems and slogans in Yunzhou Weekly became more and more exaggerated, but the sales of Yunzhou Weekly continued to increase gradually.

Many foreign businessmen thought that this news was better than the novel section of Yunzhou Weekly, so they bought Yunzhou Weekly and sold it everywhere.

When the green grass in Yunzhou just started to grow, the people in Nanjun, which was geographically further south, had already started wearing short brown clothes.

"Lord Zhu, all counties have begun to grow fruits, but it will take several years for the trees to bear fruit. Will these canned fruits still sell well in a few years?" The officials in Nanjun were all worried.

The group strolled through the countryside, checking on the farming situation.

Nanjun is mountainous, and the farmland here is not as vast as Yunzhou, but rather scattered here and there. Farming is tiring, labor-intensive, and the yield is low.

Even though Lord Zhu has been working in Nanjun for many years, he still has no way to solve this problem.

There is little and mixed arable land, and there are many mountainous roads, making it inconvenient to travel for business. This is why Nanjun is poor.

Master Zhu looked at the fields with sparse rice seedlings and rubbed his brows. "The profits from canned fruit can last for a few years. Gu Nanxi rarely does one-time business. Since he dared to teach us the canning craft, it means that he can't take over the canned fruit market by himself."

Lord Zhu looked at the mountains not far away and asked, "Are those mountain people still unwilling to leave the mountains?"

When this matter was mentioned, the officials following him began to complain.

"These mountain folks don't know what's good for them! Lord Zhu gave them farmland for free and exempted them from rent for three years, but they still don't want to leave the mountain!"

"Yes, the few villages that managed to get out of the mountains are also very lazy. Look at the fields they planted! Isn't this a waste of farmland?!"

"If you ask me, just let them fend for themselves!"

The staff shook his head and said, "There aren't many Han people in Nanjun. If we really ignore them and the relationship returns to the level of a dozen years ago, those mountain people will come down the mountain to rob the Han people again."

The officials all sighed.

More than ten years ago, coming to Nanjun to be an official was a life-threatening job. Not only was the journey long and it was easy to get acclimatized, but what was even more terrible was that the mountain people were barbaric and uncivilized!

Several county magistrates had their heads chopped off by mountain people who rushed into the county government office.

The imperial court was furious and wanted to send troops to quell the rebellion, but the area was surrounded by mountains and the road was winding. People who were not familiar with the area would easily get lost and be eaten by wild beasts without having to meet any mountain people.

After two consecutive unsuccessful campaigns, the Zhou court gave up.

Finally, Lord Zhu came to Nanjun and, after some painstaking efforts, he finally eased the conflict between the Han people and the mountain people.

On the way back to the Nanjun Governor's Mansion, Lord Zhu did not speak, but closed his eyes to rest.

When they arrived at the study, Lord Zhu finally asked.

"I heard that the entire Yunzhou area has been built with dirt and cement roads. It's very flat when you walk on them?"

The staff sorted out the recent issues of Yunzhou Weekly with familiarity and said, "Yes! That's what Dazhuang and his team said after they went there."

Lord Zhu sat back in the rose chair, his whole demeanor paused: "I pride myself on being a genius who can manipulate the world at my fingertips. Even Cui Sanlun, who was once a famous figure in Kyoto, was fooled by me. I have always believed that only I can save the people from danger and save the country from collapse."

Lord Zhu curled the corners of his mouth and revealed a bitter smile.

Through the window, I could see the big tree in the yard was lush and leafy, with countless birds building nests and breeding on it.

It looks full of vitality, but little do people know that the trunk of this big tree is about to become hollow.

This is just the last glory of the tree before its death.

Mr. Zhu's words were filled with endless fatigue: "What did the Yunzhou Weekly say?"

The staff were dumbfounded, obviously shocked by the latest issue of "Yunzhou Weekly".

After a long time, the staff member found his voice again: "It is said that Yunzhou's corn yield per mu is 10,000 catties, and the piglets have increased by 60 catties in a month!"

Lord Zhu stood up!

He attached great importance to farming and naturally understood what this yield meant.

"How is that possible?! This is absolutely impossible! The yield of corn is indeed higher than that of rice, but it definitely won't reach 10,000 catties!"

Lord Zhu then sat down dejectedly, smiling bitterly: "It seems that I have really failed. Since Gu Nanxi arrived in Yunzhou, she has not only kept the enemy out of the city walls, but also integrated the grassland people and Han people and developed commerce. Now even farming has developed to a level that we can't even dream of! How did she do it?!"

Lord Zhu was disheartened and felt a deep sense of defeat in his heart. He thought that all his years of study had been in vain. He was so much older than Gu Nanxi, but he was far behind her in local governance!

The staff stared at Lord Zhu's gray hair, feeling sorry for him, and consoled him, "Lord, you have done your best for Nanjun. Nanjun is different from Yunzhou. Although both are remote places, the environment in Nanjun is much better than that in Yunzhou."

"Nanjun is not disturbed by foreign enemies, and the climate is as warm as spring. To put it bluntly, the wild fruits on the mountain are enough for the mountain people to survive, which has cultivated their lazy habits."

"Yunzhou is different. They are constantly threatened by the Tartars in the north. In addition, the north is bitterly cold and not suitable for farming, which makes their people quite tough."

One can survive with a little effort, while the other may not be able to survive even if he puts in all his efforts. This leads to completely different motivations for the people of the two states and counties!

These words comforted Lord Zhu slightly.

After all, Lord Zhu was knowledgeable and experienced. After taking a few deep breaths, he pulled himself out of his bad mood of self-loathing. At this time, when he read the "Yunzhou Weekly" again, he had more thoughts in his mind.

"Do you think this is fake news released by Gu Nanxi?"

The staff pointed at the words "A sow is as powerful as an elephant" and said, "It's possible! No matter how powerful Gu Nanxi is, she can't be this powerful! Maybe she really spread the news to others."

Like many animals, when faced with a strong enemy, they will try to spread out their feathers to make themselves look bigger, stronger, and more threatening.

Judging from Gu Nanxi's actions in recent times, she is accelerating the development of Yunzhou and accumulating strength. For her, a stable and peaceful external environment is most beneficial!

"She is showing this to the northern Tartars! She is betting on the Tartars. They haven't recovered from their previous failures!"

Lord Zhu nodded: "If Yunzhou is a fat pig, the Tartars will definitely swarm over it, but if Yunzhou is an elephant, even a fool will think twice!"