The Rise of the God of War

Now because of the rapid development of our Jiangbei area, many people have come to our jurisdiction.Do you know how many people were counted in the following places yesterday? "

"[-] million! More than half of the Chinese people have poured in."

Han Ling spoke directly without waiting for Zhang Hanqing to speak.

"Now our population is larger, but the pressure to eat is also greater. Now we rule the major grain-producing provinces, namely Hubei, Anhui, Jiangsu, and Fengtian Province.

Among them, Hubei, Anhui and Jiangsu are not all in our hands.The Nanjing government also owns a part.

There are more than [-] million people, which is too many.But now eating is also a problem.

Now I am preparing for the Loop Development Project.

As long as the people here are recruited and the Hetao Plain is developed, within three years, we can completely solve the food problem. "

As Han Ling talked, his thoughts came to government affairs again.

No way, he has been like this all this time.

"Marshal! I beg you, okay? You are still so young, and you still have a lot of time. How can your body be able to bear this kind of hard work? Besides, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, can you give yourself a day off?"

Zhang Hanqing held down Han Ling's hand helplessly.

"I know! I just want to drink water, what are you doing?"

Han Ling rolled his eyelids and said.

Zhang Hanqing took his hand away in embarrassment.

"Let's go! It's past six o'clock in the afternoon. I'm going home too. Give myself half a day off tomorrow!"

Han Ling stood up and twisted his neck.

"Huh! Finally, I have completed my sister's mission!"

Zhang Hanqing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking slowly in his heart.

Second night, June [-]th

The Imperial Square is very lively.

In such a large square, there are jugglers, snack sellers, and storytellers.

There are also fireworks.

Of course, during the Dragon Boat Festival, there are many sellers of rice dumplings and snacks.

It can be said to have everything.

In one direction of the Empire Square, a large stage was set up.

The above is singing.

It sang the scene of soldiers of the Pingyuan Army killing the enemy.

Han Ling, Zhang Hanqing, Feng Yong, Jiang Baili, and Gu Zhutong came out in casual clothes and brought their wives.

Han Ling was wearing a small suit, looking like a student who just came out of school.

Yasiqi took Han Ling's arm and walked with him.

Zhang Hanqing is also wearing a suit and looks like a successful person.

Jiang Baili was wearing a gray long-distance runner, looking like a scholar.

And Gu Zhutong was also wearing a robe, walking behind Jiang Baili.

They walked in the Imperial Plaza, laughing and talking to the surrounding things.

"Sixth brother, the situation is not very good! Why did Mrs. Yasiqi follow? What about our second sister? It's not easy to get rid of Mrs. Yasiqi!"

Feng Yong and Zhang Hanqing walked together, looking at Han Ling and Yasiqi who were walking together in front.

He whispered in Zhang Hanqing's ear.

"Nonsense, the other person is the wife of the handsome man, so I will definitely follow you today. But don't worry, I have already told Adi. She will take Mrs. Yasiqi to the side to see others later. This time the opportunity will come Here it comes. It’s only now, don’t worry! There’s plenty of time tonight.”

Zhang Hanqing smiled and turned to Feng Yong.

"Well! That's all right."

Feng Yong nodded.

At this time, Han Ling, who was walking in front, was looking at the surrounding scenes, but his mind had already flown to the construction of the army.

Now the weapon manufacturing base is producing more and more armored vehicles and infantry fighting vehicles. Han Ling is already preparing to select several infantry divisions from the army and reorganize them into mechanized infantry divisions.

Chapter 180: The pimp is not professional enough

"Mrs. Yasiqi, your skin is so good! What kind of cosmetics do you use? Can you tell me about it?"

Just when Han Ling was full of thoughts, a female voice came from beside him.

Han Ling turned around and saw a woman about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a cheongsam and a headdress with curly hair, looking at Yasiqi with admiration.

"Zhao Yidi?"

Han Ling was no stranger to this person, nor was he familiar with him. He was Zhang Hanqing's second wife.