In contrast to the inaction of all dynasties, what Wang Hou wanted to do was to govern with action.

It is also like later generations that the entire Liaodong is implementing his five-year plan. The first year of this year and the second year of next year will be carried out, and the third year will be carried out in urbanization. Like Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty, several urban-level units will be built between villages and county towns, selling Jiangnan tea, salt on the beach, porcelain and saddle steel in Liucheng, and developing local forestry, medicinal materials and other advantageous industries.

Wang Hou was really ambitious and could not compare with future generations. In the fifth year, he would at least build an industrial and commercial society in Liaodongying, which was close to the Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty, or the East India Company had just developed, and was the British in the pre-industrial era.

Therefore, in order to protect his ambitions, he would do whatever he could to harm the same Han compatriots.

On the banks of the Liao River.

The newly built bridge was still cement-colored. The heavy infantry wearing double armor was already carrying the same heavy axe and gun, arranged in a very neat array of tofu blocks, and rushed forward with a heavy breath.

Among these people, the proportion of aliens is particularly high, and most of them are safari hunting on the northeast.

These people are just a disaster when they are put back. They are all gangsters and murderers who are slaughtering the border for nothing, and they are all the hooligans and murderers who kill individuals and rob them. In fact, they cannot criticize these people with morality. Their society is still in the primitive clans. The forest laws that they enforce with barren and harsh living conditions are the most important thing to survive, and the rest are all empty.

It was rare that the Goguryeo people pulled these savages out of the mountain. After the Battle of Xiangping, Wang Hou did not put them back. He served three meals a day in the canteen, and all stayed in the Liaodong army.

Moreover, when the Romans recruited barbarian troops to become mercenaries, they first recruited troops to support them, and after retirement, they distributed a large amount of money to settle the family. Wang Hou was the opposite. He first asked someone to gather their clans, and settled land in the Liaohe River Basin, and then recruited them to the army.

It’s not Wang Houdao. The Roman Empire has thousands of barbarians under its command, and the number is even more than that of the Republic’s citizens. So many barbarian auxiliary groups are enough to drag the Roman finances to bankruptcy. How can we hold gladiators and emperors to play art, and be full of wine?

Now Wang Hou has only two barbarian troops, including the Wuhuan Xianbei militia cavalry, and the semi-mixed Liaodong United Third Brigade. The militia regiment does not need to be raised. When it is necessary to conquer and give temporary military pay. If there is only this barbarian troops in his hand, Wang Hou naturally has to consider the issue of loyalty.

At that time, the cavalry of the Huns vassal state of the Han army was loyal. Two thousand Huns cavalry followed the general Li Guangli, and more than 700 people were killed in the battle and they still fought to the death. Isn’t it just that the clan members were raised by Xiaomizi of the Han Empire? The family ate Shandong steamed buns on the Liaodong Plain, and Wang Hou was not afraid that they would rebel without any intention.

It has to be admitted that these savages who survived the fittest in nature are really strong in physique, just like Bei Ye. The Han army recruited from the Liaodong plain, and even the Han army recruited from the Xianbei people of Wuhuan. They marched 80 miles in full armor against the warm sun in early April. After walking for a long time, they were so tired that they stuck out their tongues. The Marine people still seemed at ease.

The saying that civilized combat effectiveness and civilized development level are not equal is true!

Seeing the army passing by, Linliao County Magistrate Feng Fang couldn't help but mention Lao Gao. Now he regrets more than other officials from aristocratic families who are tired like a grandson. If others are held accountable, they will be held in prison for a year and then go back to their hometown to become officials! If he is held accountable, the Liu family will definitely not let him go!

When he built the Liaohe Bridge, he took the civilians to jump out of the water, block the water, and set up steel bars to repair the bridge piers. It can be said that he mobilized the resources of the whole county. He was the first to complete the traffic smooth task before the entire Xuantu County, and just caught up with the army crossing the Liaohe River from Liaodong.

The old face, which was already dark, has become even more sarcastic these days. Seeing the army passing by one by one, the ten thousand civilians who were in the expedition also pushed wheelbarrows and fucked animals across the border. The dark and shiny iron pipes were pulled down from the bridge. County Magistrate Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he did not dare to cut corners on the bridge, he was unsure of using materials such as steel and cement concrete for the first time. If the bridge collapsed, he would not have to worry here. Just find a crooked tree by the Liao River to hang it.

Fortunately, the bridge has survived the test, and the benefits brought by the bridge repair also came! As the last carriage left, Feng Fang sat on the ground limply.

But suddenly, a slap pulled his hand, and pulled him up strongly again, and what he showed was a honest smile.

Wei Yan!

"The lord also remembered the bridge construction work in his heart and remembered your name! Feng Sheng, keep working hard!"

Thank you for your advice!

A chrysanthemum really made Feng Fang happy and remembered by the leader. Not to mention getting promoted and getting rich, at least the risk of the Liu family taking his life to the extreme.

Seeing Feng Fang, who was of the same humble background as him, Wei Yan felt that his loyalty to Wang Hou, who promoted them from the last ranks, also grew taller.

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However, just when Wei Yan was already leading the third mixed brigade to fight, Wang Hou slipped back to Jinzhou City.

The battle between Hotan Yu was not only a war, but also a political struggle. He, the "party leader", had to go to the front line in person, but as Chrysanthemum said, sharpening the knife will not delay chopping wood, and some logistics preparations must be prepared before the war begins.

Although the place he came to was a bit weird.

March 3rd, the sun is bright and sunny. Liaodong is still mild, with warm and comfortable sunshine, but the place is already smelly and hot.

Where is it? Jinzhou organic fertilizer farm!

Wang Hou’s strategy of getting rich is to give birth to more children and trees, raising pigs frequently and building roads widely. The Jinzhou area now has a population of 180,000, and he has bought and robbed them. He has built eight large pig farms near Jinzhou City, and raised a total of 100,000 fat pigs!

The wheat bran and soybean meal that these pigs consume in a year are simply bottomless pits. However, there is an old saying that whether to make money by raising pigs or not, it still needs to be calculated in the fields. Despite the stench, I had tasted the sweetness of fermented pig manure transported from Liaodong last year. Early in the morning, farmers from all over the country pushed wheelbarrows to buy pig manure and released it into the fields.

Rice filled with manure yields as much as one stone per mu of land without manure!

For Wang Hou, these fat and big eared second brothers have more important military uses. In the compost manure yard, countless long bamboo tubes imported from Jiangnan were densely inserted, pinching their noses to endure the amazing smell of pig manure. The workers in the fertilizer factory were wearing boots and squirting out the bamboo tubes.

Wang Hou himself ignored the stench of smoke. He weighed the heavy bamboo tubes and looked at the white white floating frost-like things inside, and couldn't help but burst into tears!

"I finally got enough salt, hahahahaha!"
Chapter completed!