"Do you really think this is okay?" Gu Nanxi was embarrassed to say directly, the prototype of this heroine is herself!
Wang Buxi read the ending carefully a few times, with a heavy expression on his face: "There is a problem."
Gu Nanxi also felt that there was a problem. Will it make people uncomfortable if it is published like this? Is there any misunderstanding?
Wang Buxi pointed to the last paragraph: "An eye for an eye, massacre of the city is still to be discussed! It's not that it can't be done, it's just that if you write about it, you will be easily criticized by those who hate it. Confucian criticism. Make up a reason, for example, the other party wants to assassinate the heroine, and this will lead to revenge!"
Wen Yu accepted the opinion humbly: "Well, the processing of this section is a bit rough, we all pay attention to the teacher's reputation!"
Gu Nanxi was a little dumbfounded. Is this a matter of whether a teacher has a reputation?
Even if the background is set in an imaginary setting, isn’t that still promoting rebellion? !
Literary prison, have you ever heard of it? !
Gu Nanxi realized that there really were no literary prisons these days. Literary prisons were most rampant during the Qing Dynasty.
Qin Bohuai also pointed out several obvious military layout errors: "It is impossible for us to go north from this area! If we go all the way from here, we will easily be ambushed by the Tatars!"
Wen Yu took out a pen and paper and began to record everyone's opinions, planning to revise this paragraph when he returned.
Gu Nanxi finally couldn't help it anymore: "No! Is it appropriate to write it out in such a clear way?"
Wang Buxi finally understood what Gu Nanxi was thinking about: " It doesn’t matter, it’s just a storybook. Who would be serious about it?”
If the current emperor really makes a fuss about this matter, he will only become the laughing stock of the world!
"Miss Wen Yu is indeed a rare soldier in Yunzhou! Every sentence has foreshadowing and hidden secrets!"
"This story made me excited even after reading it, not to mention other people!"
"Miss Wen Yu took action, which is comparable to a thousand troops!"
Wen Yu looked calm and rushed. Everyone bowed their hands and saluted: "We are all doing things for you, everyone has their own strengths."
Seeing this scene, Gu Nanxi always felt that something was strange, but she couldn't place it.
"Lu Mei, am I making a fuss?" Gu Nanxi was a little unsure and asked Lu Mei in a low voice.
Lu Mei nodded firmly, she was indeed the master's favorite girl, Wen Yu!
The master’s ambitions were disclosed to the public so carelessly. The louder the shouting, the less likely everyone would believe it!
This is the legendary darkness under the lamp!
Gu Nanxi looked suspicious of life. Is it possible that a modern person like herself is not as open-minded as the ancients?
That’s all, let’s listen to the opinions of the indigenous people.
After Wen Yu collected his opinions, he took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Gu Nanxi: "A letter from Dalang and Lord Cui to you."
"Why are their letters here with you? "Gu Nanxi took the letter and asked casually.
Wen Yu paused his hand slightly and said calmly: "Just drop by, after all, the whole world knows that you are under lockdown."
Gu Nanxi did not continue to press the topic. Instead, he opened Su Xuanming's letter first.
Su Xuanming's letter-writing skills have improved. He is no longer literate, but speaks plainly, as if he had come in person.
First, he cried and expressed in the letter that he could not be with his mother-in-law and felt guilty. She had been wronged. Did she eat well, drink well and sleep well during the days of confinement?
As if knowing that Gu Nanxi's patience was about to run out, Su Xuanming began to suffer.
It was said that all the other classmates had their parents sign the "March Five", but he was the only one who stayed alone in the Hou Mansion without any friends.
He missed his grandma and his brother, and wanted to keep her for a few more days, but she wanted to run a business and was unwilling to stay in the Hou Mansion for a longer period of time. It's so pitiful to say that he only had to sing "Little cabbage, the ground is yellow".
Gu Nanxi had to watch patiently.
Su Xuanming said that Baichuan Academy has expanded its enrollment this year and has recruited many students from Taixue and Songshan Academy.
Hakuchuan Academy and other academies in Kyoto have formed an academy alliance to advance and retreat together! The honorary leader is Gu Nanxi!
Gu Nanxi was speechless. Su Erlang had always wanted to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, but before he even got on board, he had already become the leader of the academy alliance!
The key is that I, the person involved, was the last one to know about this matter!
Gu Nanxi covered her cheeks and winked at Lu Mei: "You have become the leader of the alliance, can you not spend money? Hurry up and get five thousand taels and send it to Dalang!"
Oh, when I think of spending money, Gu Nanxi sighed! I am no longer the little rich woman I was before!
A big family, a big business, and even bigger expenses!
Gu Nanxi was silently calculating in her heart, how much profit can the cannery and wool factory bring to Yunzhou this year? Is it enough to meet next year’s financial expenditure?
In addition to normal official expenses and military expenses, the bulk of the expenses include Baichuan Academy and Medical College.
These two public welfare institutions rely almost entirely on funding from the governor's office to ensure their operation.
A rough calculation shows that if I spend another year or two, I can use all the factory profits to cover the financial hole!
Just when Gu Nanxi breathed a sigh of relief, a piece of bad news came.
"The grassland ministries received a warning from the Tatars, saying that the wool for the coming year is no longer allowed to be sold to Yunzhou!"
Yan Tongchu walked in in a panic and told everyone the bad news.
Wang Buxi clenched his fists with both hands and asked, "Where did you get the news? When our caravan went to Hongji, this incident had not happened yet!"
Yan Tongchu had a layer of blood on his forehead. He was sweating thinly, and he simply wiped it with his sleeve: "Listen to what the Huaishuo merchants in Huaishuo Town said. Some of them have just come from the grassland."
In several towns in Yunzhou, Huaishuo Shuo Town has the largest number of Hu merchants.
Huaishuo Town has a good reputation among Hu merchants. The food is delicious and cheap, the accommodation is good, and the merchants are very enthusiastic.
Because there are so many Hu merchants being entertained, those merchants can still come up with one or two nonsense words from time to time.
"Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents! It's tolerable, but who can't be tolerated?!" Gu Nanxi slapped the table.
Qin Bohuai had long wanted to show off his muskets on the battlefield, so he immediately asked for help: "Sir, I am willing to go to the battlefield and give those Tatars a good look!"
"Nonsense!"
A loud sound like thunder came from the door!
Everyone looked for the name and found that it was the deputy general of Fuming Town who was walking in with a frosty look on his face and looked at Qin Bohuai with a rather unkind look.
"You want to send troops in the middle of winter?! All these years of battlefield experience have been eaten by dogs?!"
Qin Bohuai was so excited that he didn't think so much when he was so excited just now!
Lu Mei quickly brought a stool to the deputy general.
After the deputy general sat down, he said warmly: "The good days of Yunzhou have only passed two years ago. I know that all of you are young and energetic and want to make contributions. But the meal must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be taken one step at a time. We can't send troops in winter. If there are too many casualties, it will affect the next year's spring plowing."
"Since the Tatars are playing dirty tricks, we can also think of other ways."