We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

The Taoyuan School is the successor of the Spring and Autumn Agricultural School, emphasizing self-sufficiency, adapting to the weather, and emphasizing agriculture and suppressing commerce.

Li Che was interested in the agricultural technology and talents mastered by the Taoyuan Sect, and was not interested in their ideas.

China has developed an agricultural civilization for five thousand years, which can be said to be the ceiling of agricultural civilization on this planet, but what is the result?

Agricultural people are conservative and attached to their land, and do not like to expand outward. Our ancestors have shown us the limits of their development.

We must protect this land, but we cannot just live on this land. That will lead to no future.

Instead of focusing on limited land, we should focus on the vast ocean.

The Northeast has a coastline. If we can take over the territories and ports of Japan and South Korea, we will be qualified to join the Age of Discovery.

Wang Xizheng was flattered by Li Che's favor and kept bowing to him.

Li Che didn't say much to him and arranged him in the Agricultural Department, starting as a grassroots official.

As for his fellow brothers and sisters from the Taoyuan Sect, although Li Che was jealous, he was not in a hurry to win them over.

No matter how much you say, it’s better for him to see it for himself.

When he saw the agricultural system of Ninggu County and crops such as corn and peppers, he naturally informed his teacher.

If that agricultural master has come to Ninggu County, how could the other members of the Taoyuan Sect be far behind?

Li Che had already regarded the entire Taoyuan Sect as his own team.

After comforting the Wang father and son, Li Che let them go down and rest first.

Then he couldn't wait to stand up and looked at Hu Qiang in the corner: "A Qiang, come with me."

"Oh, wait a minute." A Qiang put down the pancake in his hand and went to the back to get his iron rod.

Li Che now pays great attention to safety issues. When traveling, he either brings a team of personal guards or Hu Qiang with him.

The bad thing about being in a high position is that assassinations don't consider identity. Everyone is the same. If you are shot in the vitals by an arrow, you will die.

Sun Ce was powerful, known as the Little Overlord of Jiangdong, but didn’t he die at the hands of an assassin?

Not everyone has the luck of King Dong, who was able to escape assassination and ascend to the throne.

After leaving the government office, Li Che was about to head straight to the outer city.

Suddenly, a sharp voice came from beside him, and then he saw a handsome young man sliding down to his knees in front of him, prostrating himself in respect:

"Your servant Huai En pays homage to His Highness."

Li Che glanced at the man and said casually, "Huai En? Are you the servant assigned to me by my father?"

"It's the servant girl."

"Well, get up."

Huai En stood up swiftly. Li Che took a closer look and immediately felt dissatisfied.

This little eunuch is so handsome, with a high nose, thin lips, sword-like eyebrows slanting into the few strands of black hair falling at the temples, and his profile is impeccable.

Just a little bit worse than me...

Li Che doesn't dislike handsome people. His subordinates, ** Zhi, Zhuge Zhe and Qiu Bai, are all good-looking.

But you can’t be more handsome than me!

"Go down. I'll have someone take you to the palace so you can get familiar with it first." Li Che said coldly.

Although he was dissatisfied with Emperor Qing placing spies next to him, Li Che also knew that if he wanted to reassure him, he really couldn't drive this little eunuch away.

I can only keep it in the palace for now. I don’t lack food for this mouth.

Unexpectedly, the young eunuch, upon hearing this, became even more demanding: "Your Highness, His Majesty has ordered this servant to serve you day and night, and not to leave your side for even a moment."

As soon as these words came out, Huai En immediately felt a cold gaze shooting at him.

He immediately bowed his head, his forehead covered with sweat, but he didn't dare wipe it, letting the sweat fall.

This Prince of Ninggu is so powerful!

After a few seconds of silence, Li Che finally laughed: "Okay, then follow along."

Huai En breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to thank him, Li Che's next words immediately made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave.

"Look carefully, so you don't forget it later."

Huai En understood the implication and his heart skipped a beat.

That’s right, before he came, Emperor Qing had asked him to remember what Prince Ninggu had done.

I thought that Prince Ninggu had realized his mistake and would honestly accept Your Majesty's supervision, so I could feel more relaxed.

But now it seems that this prince is not someone who can suffer losses.

Huai En secretly groaned, but Li Che did not stop and walked out with big strides. He could only jog to keep up with him.

Li Che went out this time to see the slaves and exiles brought by Huang Jin.

Since there was no concealment, people on the road kept greeting them enthusiastically.

However, after Li Che's vigorous rectification, the people no longer kneel down and shout "Long live" at every turn.

Those who were nearby shouted "Your Highness" in surprise, and those who were far away stood still and saluted.

It was a busy time for spring plowing, and there were not many people in the city, so it did not cause any unrest.

Even so, the interaction between Li Che and the people was enough to make Huai En's worldview collapse.

How could a prince be so close to the people?

Which of the royal family members in the capital did not block roads and drive away the people when they went out?

Even if they didn't drive them away, the people would lower their heads and take a detour when they saw them. No one wanted to offend these bigwigs.

But what was Prince Ninggu doing? Why did he seem to be greeting a younger generation in his own backyard?

Huai En just felt that he could no longer understand Li Che.

After politely declining the twelfth old man's invitation to "come in for a drink of water", Li Che finally arrived at the camp where the slaves were housed.

The camp was located in an open space near the west gate of the city. Tents had been set up one after another, all of which had been used by the vassal troops.

He Conglong was in charge of the resettlement work. When he saw Li Che approaching from a distance, he quickly bowed and saluted: "Your Highness."

Li Che nodded, walked to He Conglong, and looked up at the slaves from the high platform.

More than 20,000 people had just arrived in a completely new environment and were naturally a little frightened and at a loss, especially since they were surrounded by soldiers holding weapons.

These people squatted on the ground in groups of three or four, staring blankly at everything around them, their eyes full of confusion and numbness.

Everyone was in a bad state along the way, and they smelled foul all over. Even the fragrance of corn porridge in the big pot in the distance could not suppress it.

"Your Highness, would you like to say a few words to them?" He Conglong asked.

In He Conglong's eyes, his own prince was extremely good at public speaking and could often inspire people with just a few words.

Li Che shook his head: "No need."

Giving speeches is the only way to encourage them. It is better to let them integrate into the group themselves instead of using words to inspire them.

Given the current atmosphere in Chaoyang City, there is no need for Li Che to go around stirring up people's hearts like some failed art student.

After these former slaves come into contact with the people, I think they will quickly get rid of their identities and integrate into this collective.

After all, the power of the masses is far greater than the charm of one's own language.

He Conglong hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said, "Your Highness, I've seen that most of these people are young and strong laborers."

Li Che looked at him with a smile: "Why, do you have any ideas?"

He Conglong was a little embarrassed: "Among the three armies, the Chaoyang Army has the smallest number of people and is not yet fully staffed. I want to select a group of good seedlings."

Li Che thought for a moment and shook his head: "The Chaoyang Army is positioned as a city defense force, so it doesn't need so many people."

Seeing a flash of disappointment in He Conglong's eyes, Li Che comforted him, "It's the same with you. The commander-in-chief of the Chaoyang Army is only temporary. I will definitely let you lead the main force in the future."

He Conglong said quickly, "I will follow your Highness's instructions."

"Well, these people should be registered first, according to the household registration system."

"Yes."

Li Che nodded: "Let's go, let's go down and take a look."

Several people walked down the platform and headed towards the crowd.

When the slaves saw a group of people surrounding a young man in luxurious clothes, they basically understood his identity.

Wherever Li Che looked, everyone avoided him.

Li Che was not surprised by this. In ancient times, the status gap was a huge chasm. Ordinary people did not dare to look at nobles, let alone say hello. This was why Huai En was so surprised just now.

At this moment, Li Che suddenly felt that a pair of gazes in the crowd did not avoid him, but followed him closely.

He subconsciously looked over there, and was instantly struck by murderous intent.