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"That's great." Qin Mo cupped his hands, "I feel relieved with your words."

The line of defense in the palace has never been anyone other than Gao Shilian, who has worked deeply in the palace. Even though he later left the Daqian Palace and his people were cleared out wave after wave, some people still remained, and there were still quite a few of them.

But Qin Mo had not bothered him for all these years, and he also wanted to save this trump card for last, so that he could kill with one blow.

A true master will never play all his cards at once.

"I'm old too, and I really can't do it this time. You have to come back soon." Gao Shilian is so old now, and he can more or less know his fate.

In two to three years at the longest, or half a year at the shortest, he will reach the end.

This life has been full of ups and downs and changes.

But the ending is good.

With a crippled body, he became a king, his daughter was happy, his family was happy, and he had offspring to continue the family line. He had thought of many endings, but he never thought he would be this happy.

But if someone doesn't want the Ming Dynasty to continue, then he can only kill them.

For him, Daqian is a place of deep affection.

He was not willing to kill.

But now, all those old people have passed away or died.

That kind of sentimental love is no longer needed.

Qin Mo heard the hidden meaning in his words, "I will be back as soon as possible. Thank you for your concern these days."

Gao Shilian nodded, "This is what we should do. I am your uncle."

He couldn't help but recall the touching moment when Qin Mo called him "uncle" for the first time decades ago.

Sure enough, he saw the right person.

Qin Mo also laughed and stayed with Gao Shilian in Gao's house for half a day before leaving.

He left Tokyo early the next morning, and the newspaper of that day also reported that the emperor would be away from Tokyo for a while as he toured the country.

The plane changed planes three times and flew for thirty hours before landing in Xijing.

As soon as he landed, Qin Mo saw Tian Xin and his wife who had been waiting there for a long time, along with Feng Ge'er and Huolin'er.

Qin Mo nodded and glanced at everyone, "It's been two years since we last met. How are you guys?"

"Thanks to you, everything is fine." Tian Xin said with a smile, and there was a little boy beside him, "Go, call Grandpa."

"Grandpa!" the little boy said timidly.

"Who is this?"

"The youngest grandson." Tian Xin said.

Qin Mo picked up the child. The boy looked a bit like Tian Xin when he was a child.

"Come, let grandma hold you." Xiao Yurou snatched the child from Qin Mo's hands.

Tian Xin and others also hurriedly saluted.

Xiao Yurou waved her hand, "Alright, we're all family, there's no need to be so formal."

After leaving the airport and returning to the Xijing Imperial Palace, Qin Mo felt a little unfamiliar.

After he left, the palace remained intact and was cleaned every day.

The three brothers were also a little reserved. Although they communicated via telegrams on a regular basis, they felt embarrassed after not seeing each other for such a long time.

Qin Mo also learned about some recent developments in Xijing from them.

Tokyo has enjoyed good weather in recent years without too many natural or man-made disasters. The only problem is that strong winds and rainstorms often cause flooding in coastal areas.

In Xijing, an earthquake just ended not long ago, and it was in the central,

In theory, normal disaster relief and rescue work should be enough.

But the remnants used the story of the Earth Dragon's reversal as an excuse, saying that the Ming Dynasty was immoral, the emperor was unjust, and the innocent were killed indiscriminately, which angered the heavens and the people, and that was why the Earth Dragon's reversal occurred. They even made up a story about the ghost soldiers borrowing the road.

Qin Mo even laughed.

How many years has it been since the Ming Dynasty took over this land?
Bring back the ghost soldiers to borrow the road?

It's a scientific age now, why are you still playing tricks like this?
However, it is true that these stories about gods and ghosts do have a market among the people.

The talk was fierce.

Qin Mo lit a cigarette and said, "For so many years, science has been popularized to the grassroots. Even the temples in Nanfan have been pushed down. Why is Xijing going back to the old ways?
Playing art review?"

Tian Xin was a little embarrassed.

Feng Ge'er explained: "Dad, this has nothing to do with my eldest brother. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. If they want to cause trouble, there is nothing we can do, right?

Even though science has been popularized in recent years, there are still many illiterate people in the Ming Dynasty.

In some places, literacy campaigns are not implemented at all.

Also, the people of this land have been enslaved by those sayings for too long.

It’s so long that even if a rocket takes off, there are still people who believe that there are gods in heaven!”

Huo Lin'er also nodded, "Yes, if we want to wipe out these people, we must act from the root."

Qin Mo exhaled the smoke and sighed, "Of course I understand what you said, but it's been so long and there's no action.

The third round of reforms has shown signs of losing momentum so far.

Do I have to push you from behind?
How old am I?
Do you want me to be a hundred years old and still give advice from behind? When can I retire?
At my age, I have long exceeded the legal retirement age in the Ming Dynasty.

I beg you to pay more attention, make progress, and be considerate of the elderly, okay?"

The three brothers were scolded so much that they dared not say a word.

Looking at my father's appearance, he seems even younger than my older brother, but his actual age is almost 80 years old.

This is why most people would ignore his age because of his appearance.

"Dad, you look younger than we do. What's the harm in working hard for two more years?" Huo Lin'er said bravely.

"You're itching to play with Tiangang's stuff, aren't you?" Qin Mo subconsciously pressed his hand on his belt. He hadn't beaten his son for many years, and his hands were itching.

"No, no." Huo Lin'er kept shaking his head.

Feng Ge'er held back his laughter.

Tian Xin said ashamedly: "Dad, I didn't do a good job as the emperor. If you want to hit someone, hit me."

Qin Mo glared at him, but didn't really do anything. He said angrily, "Innovation is like falling in love. If you stop just when the girl has a little feeling for you, can you still get her?
This is only the third round of innovation, and there will be fourth, fifth and sixth rounds in the future.

You must know clearly what the future of this country will look like and what you want it to become.

If you want to consolidate your power and play tricks on God, then you'll do it to your death. From now on, any natural disaster or man-made disaster will be your fault.

All you need to do is to publish a confession of guilt in the newspaper every day.

But you know, these natural disasters and man-made disasters have nothing to do with the emperor.

Can't see the satellite clearly?

Wherever the rain clouds move, there it rains.

So it has been raining in some areas.

Earthquakes are caused by the movement of the earth beneath our feet.

If the emperor could have influence, wouldn't all the gods and ghosts be dead?
Can those remnants still hide?
The gods can see into people's hearts.

Can you?" (End of this chapter)