Saint of the Confucian way

"Very good! But I'm the leader of the Pearl River Army. Remember that!" Fang Yun raised his chin slightly and looked directly at Su Lun.

"The end will know." Su Lun's face remained unchanged, unable to see what he was thinking.

"Well, you're going to write down a miscellaneous record of what happened in the Pearl River Army in the past ten years. Even if it only involves ordinary people, you have to write it down. Do you understand?" Fang Yun asked.

Su Lun immediately said, "the end will take command!"

Zhang Qingfeng looked at Fang Yun and said, "it's good that you know all kinds of things. However... You still have to look at all the books and documents. Is it too hard?"

Fang Yun smiled and said, "it's just a day's work. It's not hard work."

Zhang Qingfeng and Su Lun looked at Fang Yun in surprise, unbelievable.

"Well, you've honed it for many years. Naturally, you know the trade-offs, so I won't talk much." Zhang Qingfeng said.

"Uncle Qingfeng is serious. If there is anything wrong, I hope you can point it out and let me weigh it again. As for those account books and documents, it is not difficult for me. I have been in prison for ten years and my growth is far better than that of my peers."

Zhang Qingfeng nodded and said nothing.

Not long after, the first batch of account books and documents inside the barracks were transported to the. They were pulled by a carriage. The soldiers brought in the boxes of documents. There were a total of 12 boxes, each three feet high.

Zhang Qingfeng and Su Lun didn't leave. They stood near Fang Yun and wanted to know how Fang Yun could read quickly.

Fang Yun gently moved his index finger towards the first box, and then his energy gushed out. He saw 35 booklets of different thickness flying out of the box, suspended in the air and arranged neatly facing Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's fingers moved again, and 35 booklets turned the pages together as if they had been blown by a strong wind.

In the big tent, the sound of clatter was heard all the time. After only five interest rates, 35 pages of the book were turned.

Fang Yun moved his finger for the third time, and 35 books fell back into the bookcase in the previous order.

"Next box."

Everyone present almost lost his chin. Zhang Qingfeng blinked blankly and asked, "I don't want to poke you in the pain. What hardships have you experienced in the past ten years to achieve such a magical ability? Even a bachelor can't read so quickly. Only a great scholar can stretch out his hand and read thousands of volumes."

Everyone nodded and looked at Fang Yun with incomparable sympathy. Even Su Lun, who was neither hot nor cold, showed compassion in his eyes.

Fang Yun smiled and continued to read the second box of books. He thought that he was using two things at once. First, use this method to input all the books into the strange book world, and then let another god read at a thousand times the usual speed in the strange book world.

Boxes and boxes of account books and documents are transported to the big account, and then boxes and boxes are transported away. Because it takes time to transport account books and documents, Fang Yun often sits in the big account and has a rest because he has no books to read.

This miracle soon spread all over the city. Wei Changxian secretly made trouble and asked the people in the warehouse to send other documents that had nothing to do with the pro Wei army. Then he contacted the governor of Pearl City and asked him to send those official documents and books that had nothing to do with the army to the Pro Wei army.

Therefore, the vehicles and horses of the Zhucheng government and the Pearl River Army were mobilized. Soon, a spectacular scene appeared in the Qinwei camp. There were carriages carrying books on the left and the same carriages on the right. The whole process continued until the early morning of the next day.

All the books and documents that can be seen by Fang Yun in the city have been sent to the pro Wei camp, and there are even several cars of messy books that Fang Yun can take care of.

After reading all the documents, Fang Yun took a nap and got up for breakfast. While eating, he read the leaflet and the comments of the people on the list.

"If anyone praises Zhang Longxiang for his rich learning in the future, he is scolding him!"

"There are a lot of sweat. If it is used on him, it seems far from enough."

"Others are local bookcases, but Zhang Longxiang is a local library."

"Terrible speed! You always say that Fang Xusheng is better than Zhang Longxiang. Can he do it? He can't do it! So I always say that Zhang Longxiang can certainly surpass Fang Xusheng!"

"Please don't compare Zhang Longxiang with Fang Xusheng. From now on, any comparison of their words and deeds will be regarded as supporting and killing Zhang Longxiang!"

Fang Yun had a headache after reading the list for a while. He simply didn't read it. Recently, the debate between "himself and himself" has gone too far. As long as Zhang Longxiang is mentioned, some people will praise and others will belittle it.

The most interesting thing is that some fools are obviously incompetent and shameless. They envy Zhang Longxiang's literary name, but they first judge from a neutral point of view, and then say that they are angered by those who praise Zhang Longxiang, so they are forced to attack Zhang Longxiang.

Fang Yun had seen through the faces of these people for a long time. It was nothing more than four words. Scholars despise each other. If you add four words, it would be dignified.

After breakfast, Fang Yun went to the pro Wei camp again. This time, Zhang Qingfeng didn't follow.

Compared with yesterday, the pro guards have 30% fewer generals and schools, while the loss of soldiers is more, 40% less!

Ten thousand troops, only six thousand left.

Fang Yun sighed in his heart that even if it was 6000, only half of them were really willing to stay here. The influence of inverse suspicion was too great to be exposed at this time.

Subsequently, Fang Yun entered the barracks, called the generals and schools, prepared to integrate the troops according to his own intention, formulated new training plans, and even readjusted the arms, diet, equipment, military uniforms and so on.

When Fang Yun finished making the new plan, Pingjiang general Su Lun took the document and only looked at the sidewalk for a while: "It's nothing for you to recruit new soldiers, but the plans to increase military pay and diet will cost at least 200000 taels of silver every year! The imperial court will never allocate! What? You mentioned at the end that you want to build a 5000 person cavalry guard? Then you need to spend at least 500000 taels of silver every year!"

Fang Yun smiled and said, "it's wartime. According to the usual practice, you can ask the merchant landlord for donations."

"The taxation in Pearl City is heavy. If you ask merchants to raise money again, not only does lumenhou disagree, but I'm afraid it will annoy the merchants and landlords in the whole city. You know, those big merchants and landlords have their feet."

"No, I only aim at some merchants and landlords. Su Lun!" Fang Yun suddenly got up and drank low.

"The end is coming!" Su Lun stood upright with his legs together and looked at Fang Yun suspiciously.

"Count a thousand soldiers and follow me to Zhujiang street!"

Su Lun was stunned, then suddenly realized, flashed an excited color on his face, turned and left.

"Order!" Su Lun responded after taking several steps.

The army is stationed in the south of Pearl City, while the living area and business area are in the north of Pearl City.

In recent years, the industries of Zhujiang marquis in other places have been confiscated or forcibly seized, but the name of the industry in Zhucheng has not changed.

There is a bustling Zhujiang street in the north of Zhucheng. All the shops in the street are the property of Zhujiang marquis. In addition, Zhujiang Marquis also has many house and land deeds.

After Zhang Wankong disappeared and Zhang Longxiang was imprisoned, all the shopkeepers in charge of these industries were imprisoned, most of them were tortured to death, and only a few were released.

Those who were released took refuge in the major forces, and none of the money they made over the years fell into the hands of the Marquis of the Pearl River.

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