The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 39 Dad's Strategy

Qian Zhuoqun stood aside and learned the whole process of how Zhenjun dealt with the female captives. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: He is really worthy of being a god. He has compassion for the world and arranges the way out for these women clearly.

Yue Wenxuan suddenly turned around and said in a serious tone, "I came down here in person today to handle this matter. I brought you here specifically to sit in on the discussion. You should understand why."

Qian Zhuoqun quickly straightened his stance and acted respectfully: "I understand what you mean, Master. From now on, if the Jimo righteous army captures women, they should be treated the same way we treated them today. They must not be treated as commodities and given away arbitrarily."

"Yeah! I understand."

Yue Wenxuan thought to himself: Fortunately, there is a person like Qian Zhuoqun in the rebel army. If they were all illiterate, it would be really difficult for me to teach them.

He didn't say any more nonsense, flew up from the spot and rushed into the clouds.

This scared the women of the Wang family half to death. Several of them took several steps back and sat down on the ground. Their legs were so weak that they couldn't stand up at all.

Qian Zhuoqun straightened his expression and lectured, "Do you think he's been called the True Lord for nothing? Although he looks young, he's a celestial being tens of thousands of years old and the Prime Minister of Heaven. He punished your Wang family because your men have colluded with the enemy and betrayed their country, earning the wrath of both humans and gods..."

The women were so shocked that their facial expressions were out of control. They thought that the outrage of both humans and gods was just an exaggeration, but they didn't expect it to be literal.

There were a few women who had a hint of hatred hidden deep in their hearts, but now they quickly threw that hatred out of their minds.

The women all knelt down, bowed solemnly to the sky, and then quickly immersed themselves in their new lives...

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As soon as Yue Wenxuan returned to the sandbox, he heard a noise coming from the living room. His parents had come. They had the key to the front door and opened the door themselves and came in.

Dad sat down on the sofa and took out his cell phone to play with it.

His mother called out to his room, "Little boy, mom and dad are here again. Today we have your favorite braised pork."

"Hey, this is good." Yue Wenxuan responded, walked to the living room, and called to the kitchen: "Mom, my income has increased this month, and I want to buy you a nice gift. Is there anything you want?"

My mother was immediately delighted: "Oh, my dear, you are so good. You always think of me when you make money. But you have just started making money, so how can you spend it all on me? Be frugal. I don't want much."

My dad also snorted and said, "You should learn to be frugal. Don't start wasting money after making a little money."

Yue Wenxuan: "I made 100,000 this month."

"Puff!" Dad almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

Mom was even happier now, and ran out of the kitchen holding a spatula. "Wow, you're not bad, youngest! I knew you could be something great. Hahahaha, you're still the best. Your dad was pretending last time, saying it was 100 yuan forty years ago, acting like he was so great. Now his face is swollen from being beaten."

Dad was at a loss for words. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? What weird, pretentious skit did you watch? Are you bringing that plot to our house? My son is making money, and as a father, I'm only happy. Why would I be embarrassed? We're not the idiotic parents in those idiotic skits! What nonsense!"

Having said that, the dad still felt a little melancholy. He expected that the new generation would outstrip the old generation, but he always felt that the old generation could hold on for more than ten years before losing to the new generation. He never expected that his son would kill the old generation with a slap not long after graduation.

After three seconds of melancholy, the feeling instantly turned into ecstasy, but he did not show it. He still looked calm and even pretended to be a little disdainful.

This is the difference between fatherly love and motherly love.

If there is a dish you like on the table, your mother will keep putting more into your bowl, but your father will never touch the dish, and may even deliberately say that he doesn't like it.

Dad was delighted for several seconds before he spoke: "You have to work harder and earn more. Your mom has always wanted a large apartment worth over 500 million yuan. Your current income is not enough. You have to work harder."

Yue Wenxuan: "Huh? Mom, do you want a large flat?"

My mother quickly shook her head: "No, no, I don't want it at all."

Dad: "She wants it very much and often complains that I don't make enough to buy the big house she wants."

The mother was angry: "I didn't want it, so don't put so much pressure on my youngest."

The father spread his hands and said, "You can't put pressure on your son, so just give it to me, right?"

Mom: "You are a grown man, you can handle stress well."

Dad: "My son is an adult now."

Mother: "My son is only 17 years and 75 months old this year. He is not yet 18 years old."

Dad: “…”

Yue Wenxuan: “…”

The conversation died down here and my dad was speechless for a long time.

It was Yue Wenxuan who broke the silence: "Mom, I've got what you want. I'll try my best."

My mother quickly said, "No, no, I haven't thought about it for a long time. Don't work too hard to make money."

Yue Wenxuan turned to his father and said, "Dad, you've been watching my Douyin app. You should know that I'm filming some videos about ancient times."

Dad: "I wasn't watching secretly, I was watching openly. You filmed Guan Erye killing the Jin soldiers and Qi Jiguang fighting against the Japanese invaders. You released an episode every day at 12 o'clock... I've watched several episodes. They're pretty good."

Yue Wenxuan: "I like history and have recently looked up a lot of historical materials, especially those from the Northern Song Dynasty, Southern Song Dynasty, and Jin Dynasty. But I definitely don't know as much as you, Dad. Before you retired, you were a professor in the history department of Shuangqing University. You must have done more research on those periods of history."

Dad nodded: "Well, what do you want to know? If it can help you make a video, just ask."

Yue Wenxuan: "Dad, what do you think the people in Shandong need most during the late Northern Song Dynasty?"

Dad spread his hands. "Of course it was a stable order. There was a brief period of a few years back then when Shandong was in a state of anarchy. The Song Dynasty couldn't control it, and the Jin Dynasty was temporarily unable to do so. It was all up to the local gentry to govern themselves, and bandits were rampant. It was simply the law of the jungle... It wasn't a good thing for the people."

Yue Wenxuan thought to himself: My father and I have the same idea. I was also the first to let Madam Gong Er establish order.

"What happens after order is established?" Yue Wenxuan said, "There were several rebel forces in Shandong at the time. From the perspective of the rebels, what was the most important thing to do?"

Dad didn't answer immediately. He pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "Focus on agriculture! The Jin soldiers had just ravaged Shandong, severely damaging the region's agricultural productivity. If we don't prioritize agriculture, the peasants won't have enough to eat, so how will the rebels raise enough food? The rebels should appease the peasants, ensure agricultural production, and ensure that the army has enough food. Then, they should take control of Zhaoyuan County as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)