"Yes, yes, yes. Of course it is true. Daddy will catch you a powerful cricket, a copper-headed general, and a monster that can fight." When Yang Ling saw that there was a door, he quickly continued to tempt him, and at the same time he squeezed Lian'er's plump buttocks hard to show his appreciation.

Lian'er smiled like a little fox, her eyes drooped. She took Pan'er's attention and quickly angrily glanced at Yang Ling. While Yang Ling continued to coax her daughter, she gently stroked Lian'er's round and tender buttocks. His hands were already stretched into his pants, and the place where he started was extremely bright and tender. As smooth as silk, Yang Ling's fingers gradually moved downwards and lingered in the charming buttocks.

Ma Lian'er bit her lip and stretched out her hand. She gently punched him with her charming eyes and began to intimidate her daughter: "Go to sleep with your aunt, and my dad will catch crickets for you tomorrow. If you sleep with your mother, then I will continue to keep the song tomorrow. If you don't practice the second paragraph of "General's Order", you are not allowed to eat."

"Yeah!" Pan'er immediately became obedient and nodded vigorously: "Peng'er sleeps with his aunt and sleeps with his aunt."

Yang Ling quickly retracted his hand and asked Pan'er to get up. Then he picked her up, kissed her on the cheek, and smiled and said, "Pan'er is so good. Dad will catch a big can of crickets for you tomorrow, okay?"

"Well, Daddy, okay." As if he wanted to take revenge on his mother, Pan'er held her father who loved her more than her mother, and kissed her affectionately. Yang Ling laughed loudly. He walked to the door and opened the door and called, "Come, come."

The maid who was waiting in the side room hurriedly walked out, Yang Ling handed Pan'er to her, and smiled and said, "Send the little lady to Miss Chuling's place."

He said to Pan'er again: "Pan'er be good, go to bed early. If you sleep late and lose your energy, you will not be able to win the cricket fight tomorrow."

"Yeah," Pan'er nodded happily.

Seeing that she was taken away, Yang Ling immediately raised her legs and stepped lightly, jumped into the room like a big horse monkey. He inserted the door with a slight head and said with a long sigh: "My mother, I finally cheated this little spirit away."

Lian'er had already sat up, curled up her legs and stretched out her legs, and untied her hair with a smile. She was elegant, quiet and charming, like a pretty water lily in the water. She gave Yang Ling a blank look and said coquettishly: "Look at you, I have to be a bad person if you cheat on my daughter like this, and I am extremely cunning."

Yang Ling smiled, walked over to sit on the head of the bed, and said, "Will it ruin her father's good thing if he didn't coax the little guy away? Haha, what book are you reading?"

With a "bang", Ma Lian'er knocked off Yang Ling and stroked her thighs irregularly. Her long pink legs were exposed to the light again: "Where do I have time to read? I'm racking my brains to think about things for my husband."

Lian'er stretched out her waist lazily, like a flowery face, and her bones were shiny. When she raised her hand, she slid down her wide sleeves, revealing her white arms like branches. Her movements were as soft as water. Under the candlelight, her skin was as bright as jade, and she faintly showed bright redness, as if she was a fairy.

Yang Ling also got on the bed, held her and kissed her gently. Lian'er's lips were soft, and a faint fragrance radiated on her body. The young woman's fragrance was extremely attractive. The two of them fell down and lay side by side on the bed, looking at the book on the pillow.

Lian'er said: "This is the information sent back by Sister Qiyun from the Pass. Nuergandusi has a vast territory and a sparse population. Although a large number of immigrants have been sent to Shandong and Hebei, it still seems sparse compared to the region.

If you want to develop, a small population is a big problem. There is a shortage of manpower in farming, animal husbandry, fishing and hunting, trade, mining and smelting, casting, shipbuilding, etc., and there are also supporting staff for these things. Cultivating requires someone to make tillage tools, fishing and hunting requires someone to build nets, mining requires smelting and training, and forging talents. Insufficient manpower in these links will seriously hinder development.

Except for immigration, hard labor, criminals, and even death row prisoners outside the pass are all handy and are still inappropriate. Now that the pass has stabilized, if the people cannot taste the benefits as soon as possible, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not return to the pass, then all efforts will be in vain."

Yang Ling turned over and lay down, sighed and said, "Nothing is possible overnight. A good idea and a good policy must be implemented in detail. I don't know how much energy it takes to do or how much time it takes to do all aspects of the problem.

This time, the white-clothed army made a big fuss in the north, and produced a large number of farmers without food and clothing. Then they moved to a large number of people in Liaodong. Otherwise, what would you talk about to open up outside the pass? Immigration alone would not have to take decades to achieve results. How could it be done if you come up with an idea and order? Alas, Lian'er. My husband is so tired."

Lian'er closed the book, snuggled into his arms gently, and said softly: "Liang'er knows that everyone is looking at you with pride, but who knows how much hard work you have put in? I'm trying to find a way for you?"

Lying sideways, looking down with a loose collar, the slender and white pink neck and jade neck are as elegant as a swan.

Yang Ling leaned in without hesitation and held it gently. Lian'er glanced at him with a blushing face and said softly: "The court is also recruiting immigrants in other places, but the winter outside the pass is very cold, and the more people come south, the more reluctant they are to go. Yang Shen has a letter. Let's take a look tomorrow. I've read it. He suggests recruiting Mongolians and Jurchens to work.

In addition, the Jurchens plundered many slaves from North Korea. Japan was in civil strife, many families were destroyed, farmers were displaced, and many half-year-old children were also present. These people were hard-working and cheap. Yang Shen had customized to allow local Han people to buy these people as farming farmers by bartering.

The Rakshasa ghosts in the far north often have small tribes wandering over. The lives of these small nomadic tribes are still far from those of the savage Jurchens. They can only be allowed to settle down to become citizens of the Ming Dynasty, but this will be allowed by the court.”

Yang Ling nodded and said, "Well, but it's not enough to relieve the rush. This is another long process? Whether it's recruiting Jurchens, Mongolians or purchasing slaves, or accepting Rakshasa people, is that the land can be done with just one word?"

She pushed Yang Ling's hand as if she refused, but finally held it tightly, pressed it tightly, and half-covered her starry eyes in the curved eyes, and said softly: "Don't make a fuss, I'm not finished talking yet."

Lian'er snorted lightly, but couldn't bear to feel uncomfortable with his husband. He still caressed and teased him gently, and whispered: "You are right. Recruiting female, Mongolian, Rakshasa people. Although buying slaves is a way, you can't save these things. After thinking about it, I remembered something. If this matter is done, not only will the population crisis in Liaodong be solved immediately, but my husband has also done a great and compassionate good thing. It is no exaggeration to say that the Buddhas of thousands of families have been born."

"What's up?"

"Fallen people, untouchables", Lian'er's voice lowered and said quietly: "When Zhang Shicheng, Chen Youliang, Fang Shizhen and others who fought with Taizu, were demoted to the local generals, soldiers, and family members after Taizu won the world. After Taizu won the world, they were demoted to the people. Untouchables were not allowed to be officials, officials, reading, reading, and working in farming.

They live at the bottom and survive in a storm. They can't raise their daughters if they have too many children. They either throw them away or they drowned when they are born. When men grow up, they can only be servants, servants, and fishermen, and they will never turn over. They all live in the Jiangnan area, with hundreds of thousands of people. Over the past hundred years, they have become illiterate and honest poor people.

Being bullied, beating, and scolded, and not being treated as a human being, even they take these for granted. But even they have become ignorant people, they still hope to get rid of this identity and do not want their children to be destined to suffer for a lifetime when they are born.

If my husband can persuade the emperor to forgive them, the condition is to go to Liaodong to do farming and business, no matter how hard or tired it is, it will be like heaven for them. This not only solves the difficulties of too few Han people in Liaodong and not easy to develop, but also is a great good deed."

"Well, so many years have passed, it doesn't matter who their ancestors were. I am not a living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering, but whether it is for the court or the people, I will do this as soon as possible..., my female Bodhisattva, I'm finished speaking, now..." Yang Ling gasped and said, "You'd better save me first."

"Tu". A song of the moonlit night of the spring river, a flute sends a good time...

On such a beautiful night, under Qingliang Mountain in the west of Jinling City, an official boat had just been moored to the shore. The maid held a woman about 40 years old and still charming to the shore. The shadow of the mountain was dark, and even the temple was hidden in a dark curtain. There were only two strings of lanterns hanging on the high pole of the Qinhuai Ferry, reflecting the red light in the water and the waves were scaled.

"Shi Tai", the woman called her husband's words and said, "I told you, the old guy, to go again tomorrow. You are impatient. It's so good. It's too late. Not only is the city ban, but the waterway is closed. How can we enter the city?"

Wu Wending greeted with a big beard and smiled and said, "I remembered it a bit. I remember there was an inn here, but why didn't it?"

The man at the dock smiled and said, "The master remembers it well. There is indeed an inn here. But a few days ago, the owner of the shop also ran back to the city. He has been reopening in the past two days, but he has not yet opened the door."

Wu Wending frowned and said, "What should I do? Can you stay on this boat tonight?"

Mrs. Wu said angrily: "It's been a hard journey, are you still going to bump on the boat now? Are you still not dying after sleeping for a night?"

"Master, the lower courtyard of Qingliang Temple is now a guest for foreign guests, and it is quiet. You can go there to stay for a night, but you have to donate some money for sesame oil."

Wu Wending smiled and said, "That's okay, so go to the lower courtyard of the temple to live."

Amid the complaints of his wife, Wu Wending just stroked his beard and laughed. The people carried the boxes and carried the cage into the temple. The courtyard and the main temple were separated, and a door in the middle was also locked. Although the Zen room was simple, it was indeed much more comfortable than living on a boat.

Wu Wenren was slightly less resentful when he saw the resentment. The monk held a lantern and accompanied the new prefect and wife to report to Nanjing's Ministry of Personnel and staggered into the west wing, smiling and said, "It's quieter here, there are no outsiders. There is a young couple living in the room next to him, and they are also from the court. Safety is not a problem. Donor and wife, please rest earlier, and I will leave."

The old monk hung the lamp on the wall and slowly went out. Wu Wending had not yet adapted to the light in his eyes. He raised the lantern and was about to look carefully when he heard a young woman in the room next to him calling: "Xiao Wu, forget it, this is not a serious inn, why do you have to take a bath? Let's talk about it when you enter the city tomorrow."

Then another voice seemed to have just entered the house, and the sound went from far to near: "You might as well, I gave the Fire-headed Monk some scattered silver, the water has been boiled. You whisper, a passing official just moved into the yard, don't quarrel."

The voice gradually weakened, and Lao Wu's eyes widened: "This...isn't this sound my son? Who is my son with? It's late at night, and they seem to live together. He even interferes with the woman's privacy while taking a bath. This...this..."
Chapter completed!