With a million soldiers, the empress begged me not to rebel

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

Lu Fei, Zhang Xun and Han Sheng entered one after another, their faces still bearing traces of fighting on the battlefield.

"Sir, spies report that some wounded barbarians and their wives were found ten kilometers outside Shannan County, along with three thousand war horses and countless weapons and armor..."

Zhang Xun reported excitedly, his saliva almost spraying on Lu Yan's face.

Lu Yan waved his hand impatiently:

"Alright, alright, don't act like you're reading out the menu. Just sort out the ledgers and send them over."

"Also, we must do a good job in providing compensation to our soldiers who were killed or wounded, so as not to let them feel disheartened."

"Yes!" The three of them responded in unison.

"Oh, right," Lu Yan suddenly remembered something.

"What to do with the captured women?"

The three of them looked at each other, this problem had been bothering them as well.

"Sir, according to convention, either kill him or let him go..."

Victor Han said cautiously.

Lu Yan sneered:

"Killing them? A waste of labor. Letting them go? Raising a tiger and causing trouble. Neither is a good idea."

He stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"Why not... send them to the mines to mine?" Lu Fei suggested.

Lu Yan rolled his eyes at him:

"Do you think I'm Zhou Paopi? I'm a civilized person after all. How could you do such a thing?"

"Then..." The three were dumbfounded again.

Lu Yan stood up and paced back and forth in the room with a frown on his face.

"If I don't kill women, what should I do with them?" he muttered to himself.

"How about, my lord, let them farm the land like the previous captives?"

Zhang Xun asked tentatively.

Lu Yan stopped and his eyes lit up:

"As for farming! It's not impossible. Let them cultivate the wasteland."

"It can not only solve the food problem, but also allow them to be self-reliant, and it can also deter other barbarian tribes. It's a win-win situation!"

“But sir, barbarian women are also wild and difficult to tame. Letting them farm may make them...” Han Sheng was a little worried.

Lu Yan waved his hand:

"Don't worry, I have a plan. Gather all the prisoners tomorrow and I'll teach them a lesson myself!"

The next day, in the square in front of the county government office.

Nearly a thousand barbarian captives were tied up and kneeling on the ground, each of them dejected and with fear in their eyes.

Lu Yan stood on the high platform, looking at the dark crowd below, cleared his throat, and said in fluent barbarian language:

"I know you are very scared and unconvinced right now."

"You think I'm an invader, a robber, and I killed your men."

"But I want to tell you that you are wrong!"

His voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the square.

The captives all raised their heads and looked in surprise at the young county magistrate who spoke their language.

"The reason you lost the battle is not because I am so powerful, but because you are too backward!"

"You're still living a primitive life, eating raw meat and drinking blood, while we've already learned to use firearms and employ advanced tactics! That's the gap!"

Lu Yan paused and continued:

"I give you two choices. One is to continue to be a prisoner, imprisoned by us, and go hungry and cold every day;

"The second is to join us, learn our skills, cultivate our land, and live a life of plenty!"

The square was completely silent, and the prisoners looked at each other, as if weighing the pros and cons.

Seeing this, Lu Yan added fuel to the fire:

"I know many of you were forced to fight in this war, and you have children of your own."

"If you choose to join us, I can guarantee that your family will also be properly accommodated,"

"Your children can receive an education and become useful people in the future!"

These words completely touched the hearts of the captives.

They hesitated for a moment, then kowtowed to express their willingness to surrender.

Lu Yan nodded with satisfaction.

He knew that the real victory of this war had just begun.

Next, Lu Yan was very busy.

Lu Yan's method of placing the prisoners was simple and crude, yet surprisingly effective.

No torture, no killing, just a completely new, unheard-of set of… farming methods.

He shared all the agricultural knowledge he had learned from modern times.

From crop rotation to fertilization, from seed selection to seedling cultivation, every detail is taken care of.

They were all taught carefully to these barbarian women and local farmers.

At first, they were somewhat reluctant.

Now I have to dig for food in the fields like a farmer.

Because Lu Yan's "motivation" method is very special, he doesn't hit or scold.

They were only given one punishment that made their hair stand on end - reciting "Song of Pity the Peasants".

"When I hoe the field at noon, my sweat drips down to the ground..."

A group of barbarian women speaking with a poor accent.

He was reciting with his head shaking, and the scene was so unbearable to watch.

However, the effect is significant.

Under Lu Yan's mental attack, they quickly surrendered.

Start to study farming techniques seriously.

Plus, Lu Yan’s method is indeed effective.

Soon.

The land in Shannan County is showing a thriving scene, and grain production is also increasing rapidly.

All of this was seen by Chen Qingwan and Qiao'er.

Ever since I witnessed Lu Yan’s “eloquence” in the county government square that day.

They decided to stay in Shannan County for a while longer.

It is euphemistically called "understanding the people's sentiments."

In fact, I wanted to see what this smooth-talking county magistrate was up to.

In the past few days, they witnessed how Lu Yan turned a group of unruly barbarians into docile "farmers".

We have also seen a significant improvement in the living standards of the people in Shannan County.

This couldn't help but make Chen Qingwan feel a little uneasy.

It is not a good sign that a county magistrate has such means.

"Qiao'er, look at Lu Yan, he really doesn't look like an ordinary county magistrate."

Chen Qingwan sat in a private room in the teahouse, looking out the window at the scene of people working in the fields, her brows furrowed.

Qiao'er cracked melon seeds and said nonchalantly:

"That's right, Your Majesty. I've long felt that this boy is not simple."

"Look at his mouth, it's so full of chatter that it can make the dead speak."

"If this were placed in the palace, who knows how many women it would fool."

Chen Qingwan rolled her eyes at her: "What are you talking about!"

Qiao'er approached Chen Qingwan with a wicked smile.

"Your Majesty, think about it, Lu Yan is not bad looking."

"It can talk and farm, it's a must-have for home and travel."

"Qiao'er!" Chen Qingwan pretended to be angry.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Qiao'er stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to do it again.

However, Chen Qingwan knew in her heart that although Qiao'er's words were vulgar, they were not without reason.

Lu Yan is indeed a person who cannot be underestimated.

His existence is both an opportunity and a challenge for her.

If you submit to me, you will be the pillar of my country. If you refuse to submit, I must find a way to strangle you.

This small Shannan County must also be in my hands.