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Afterwards, Xiang Xi got busy. Now that all businesses are waiting to be flourished, the international forces have Ji Xiuyuan to worry about, and she will control the direction of the economy.

The whole country moved, and all the buildings destroyed in the war began to be rebuilt.

In addition, a series of facilities such as roads, railways, power stations, and ports are also integrated.

Ordinary people are willing to farm and farm, and go out to work if they are not willing. There is always a place where people are needed.

Everyone has not been idle, and without the trouble of war, they are full of energy.

There is no need to worry about Xiangxi in the hinterland of the Central Plains, but he has to be more careful about Mengzhou's funding policy every time.

However, Luo Chengtian didn't make any excessive demands, everything was peaceful.

But this security did not make the two of them feel relieved, on the contrary, they were even more worried.

But if they don't tear themselves apart now, they can't take the initiative to provoke this matter, otherwise it will be a war again.

War is only the last step, if you can't fight, then don't fight.

However, the funds don't pass in vain. Along with them, there are also the garrisons sent by Lin Feng.

The border must be guarded, which is reasonable no matter how you say it.

Lin Feng sent none other than his confidant, Mao Feiyang.

This guy is so brave and courageous, he was single-handedly selected by Lin Feng, he is the best candidate to go to Mengzhou.

Luo Chengtian sent troops to receive Mao Feiyang at the border.

Tall men from Mengzhou stood in a row. Seeing this posture, Mao Feiyang put up a line of defense in his heart.

This Mengzhou army is very strong, which is not a good sign.

"Is it General Mao? My name is Magan, and I'm the captain of the first division of the Mengzhou garrison. I'm here to meet you." A burly man who is not very tall, but a burly man stepped forward and said in substandard Mandarin. .

Mao Feiyang smiled and stretched out his hand, "Hi, General Magan, I'm Mao Feiyang."

He secretly muttered in his heart, this is Magan, which is a homonym for Magan, but this body is not vague at all, so it is interesting.

"Well, please come with me."

Magan seemed a bit honest, not asking too much or watching, but Mao Feiyang did not let go of his guard.

When he came, he had already been informed of the specific situation in Mengzhou, and he knew very well what he was about to face.

On the military jeep, they drove to the depths of the grassland.

The roads here have not been built, so now there is only one means of transportation, which is the car.

There was still snow in some places on the grass, but the place where the "road" was opened had turned to mud. Mao Feiyang looked at it twice, and there were tire marks everywhere. No accident, military jeeps should be moving frequently.

For this, he kept an eye on it.

Wherever we pass, there are grasslands covered with heavy snow. Occasionally, we can see a flock of sheep grazing next to each other, or a few solitary yaks.

Here is the tent.

As for people, there are only some herdsmen. They look at the crowds of jeeps without much surprise on their faces, only dazed and numb.

Mao Feiyang didn't know the situation in Mengzhou, and after seeing it, he also had a little understanding in his heart, understanding why the war did not spread to a large area here.

There is no plundering value at all, there is no industrial base, and the people are not civilized. It is estimated that even if it is occupied, the funds paid for enlightenment are greater than the funds for occupation.

To say that the only thing that is desirable is probably the strategic significance. In addition, there are coal mines or other resources that may appear.

Mao Feiyang frowned, and there was no relaxed and happy expression on his face. It seemed that this place was a difficult nut to crack.

It is not difficult to imagine that if something happens, the skilled weapon "public opinion" used by those Central Plains politicians will not work here.

In addition, as long as Luo Chengtian thinks about it, these herdsmen may hold together every minute. They only need to say a word, if they want to rob your cattle and sheep, they will be desperate.

Mao Feiyang knew that when Luo Chengtian usurped Yan Nu, it was largely because Yan Nu was too greedy, not to mention treating the grassland as his own, and exploiting the already poor herdsmen.

Everywhere in the world there is a rule that if the people have no food to eat, they will rebel.

At this time, Luo Chengtian jumped out and cleaned up Yan Nu. The first thing he did was to return the grassland to the herdsmen and give a unified and not excessive taxation.

Everyone agreed without even thinking about it, because it does not affect survival and there is still a balance.

As for those colorful worlds in the Central Plains, they don't want to. For them, there are grass and sheep, and the younger generations can inherit everything they have and survive.

The jeep drove for a long time, and they wanted to go to Bazhuoer, the only large-scale city in Mengzhou.

Luo Chengtian was there. Before that, Yan Nu liked to wander on the grasslands, maintaining the characteristics of nomads, so in the end, he didn't establish a military, political and economic base.

After Luo Chengtian took over, he did not make such a mistake.

Grasslands have their particularities, and there is nothing to say about this, but central cities also have them.

Magan sat in the co-pilot, looking at Mao Feiyang from the rearview mirror from time to time.

This General Mao had already closed his eyes and was drowsy, but he found that as long as there was some fluctuation in the car, he would immediately open his eyes, his eyes were alert, and he looked around brightly to see what happened.

There is no trace of sleepiness.

Magan didn't say a word, and recorded his reactions calmly.

After dark, when the night sky was filled with stars, they reached Bajur at last.

The biting cold wind blows in from the car window, blowing thorns on the person's face, Mao Feiyang stares at the surroundings with bright eyes.

Bazhuoer still maintains the appearance of the old city-state, with khaki walls, and at a glance, there are no houses higher than two floors.

There are only sporadic lights at night, probably kerosene lamps, because as far as he knows, there is no electricity here.

When he came, Xiang Xi gave him a detailed information about Mengzhou, which was not only Luo Chengtian's military power, but also various aspects, down to the food he ate.

This information may seem useless, but it can be revealed at critical moments.

Mao Feiyang seems to be rough in doing things, but he is actually very careful, which is also the key to why Lin Feng sent him here.

At this moment, the sensitive Mengzhou does not need a brave general, but a flexible general.

When they were about to reach Bazhuoer, under the moonlight, there was a clear howling of wolves from a distance.

Crossing the night sky, drilling into the heart, hearing it all casts a shadow on the heart.

Mao Feiyang looked surprised, and when he raised his head, he happened to see Magan looking at his eyes from the rearview mirror.

With a move in his heart, a worried and frightened look appeared on his face.

"Is this howling a wolf? Why is it so loud?"

Ma Gan raised the corner of her mouth and smiled ironically, "It's okay, these wolves still dare not come over. Didn't General Mao hear the howling of wolves?"