The Republic of China: A Letter of Appointment Creates the Most Powerful Warlord

Time flies by quietly, and four months have passed in the blink of an eye.

With the change of seasons, the originally cool weather gradually begins to warm up as if being gently caressed by a warm big hand.

The endless fields seem like a huge painting carefully painted by nature. The golden malt is like a group of cheerful dancers, swaying lightly in the breeze, as if showing people their vitality and tenacity.

Each grain of wheat is like a shining pearl, emitting dazzling light, and the wheat fragrance that permeates the air is like strands of soft ribbons, entwined in people's hearts, making people feel relaxed and happy.

For the villagers who have been waiting for half a year, the four-month wait seems like a long test.

They watch over this land day after day, with the desire and expectation for a good harvest in their hearts.

And now, when the golden malt dances in the wind and the aroma of wheat fills the air, the fire of hope in their hearts is ignited again.

It is not just the expectation of material gains, but also the love of life and confidence in the future.

This long wait has finally paid off, and they will use their own hands to reap the glory and happiness that belongs to them.

Since Zhang Ye came to Donglu, the lives of the villagers have improved at a visible rate.

Especially the people at the bottom of society, they regard him as a god and thank him for his arrival, which has brought everyone another rebirth.

In the past, how could they have their own land? No matter how lush the crops grew, it had nothing to do with them. After the harvest, all the crops had to be sent to the landlord's warehouse.

It’s different now. Everywhere you look, everything you can see belongs to the people.

With this season's harvest, everyone's life will be much better this year.

In the wheat field, Zhang Ye was wearing a white shirt, his back was covered in sweat, and he was harvesting wheat with a sickle in his hand.

To be honest, he had never farmed in his two lifetimes. Today, when he started working hard, he realized that this was not an easy job.

Apart from anything else, just harvesting wheat was enough to give him a headache.

Bending over and working hard, looking at the endless golden ocean, it was really despairing, as if it would never be finished.

"Master, let's try it. It's too irritating."

Behind him, Fang Yu was holding a sickle, his palms were rubbed with blisters, his fair face was covered with dust, and he scratched his wrists and neck from time to time, with a painful expression on his face, wailing.

“Farming is too difficult…”

"So do you think farming is painful, or sitting in an office is painful?"

Zhang Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and asked with a smile.

He deliberately brought these office-dwelling guys out to experience the lives of ordinary people.

This person, once he sits in the office for a long time, seems to be out of touch with the world.

You still have to come down and experience it from time to time.

"Double pain, no easy work."

Fang Yu was also sincere and spoke the truth in one sentence.

In his opinion, farming consumes physical strength, while handling official business is a mental activity. The two are not comparable and neither is an easy job.

"Hahaha, you're quite picky!"

Zhang Ye burst into laughter upon hearing this, and continued chatting.

"How's the engine going at the factory? When will we launch our own domestically produced car?"

"To be honest, this kind of purely manual work is really backward. We really need to popularize mechanization as soon as possible!"

"It's too early. Engines are easy to make. We have all kinds of machine tools. But the problem is that we don't have rubber. We can't make tires."

Fang Yu had completely lost his motivation and didn't care whether the ground was clean or not. He fell on the pile of wheat and gasped.

"When the time comes, we'll find some experts to research this matter and see if we can develop synthetic rubber. If we're really in a hurry, we can first find a foreign factory to make a batch."

"Hurry up and get it done. If you don't have it yourself, order it first. Isn't that Ito Trading Company here? Let him find a solution."

Zhang Ye said without raising his head, this kind of foreign force should be used when necessary, otherwise it should be saved for the New Year.

We let them in in the first place because we wanted to take advantage of them. Now that it’s time to “slaughter” them, we must not be polite.

"Hehe, I thought so too."

Fang Yu chuckled foolishly, and inadvertently, their thoughts overlapped again.

The main reason is that in recent times, Ito Trading Company has been helping them to trade a lot of things. All the textiles, embroidery and other items produced in Wu Yue were sold to those bastards at ten times the price.

I thought these bastards would find it too expensive, but who would have thought that after it was shipped back to the Land of Sakura, it was so damn popular.

Because of this, Zhang Ye often laughed at them and mocked these country bumpkins for having never seen anything good.

Little do people know that this purely handmade handicraft is very popular all over the world, especially in some countries with good economic conditions, where they regard it as a collectible and are willing to pay high prices for it.

Therefore, those dwarfs from the Sakura Country were not stupid. After taking the goods back, they only sold a small portion in their own country. Most of them were shipped to Continent O and sold to those big idiots who called themselves aristocrats.

……

By noon, half of the wheat fields had been harvested.

Zhang Ye and the others were so exhausted that they gathered under the shade of trees at the edge of the field, eating iced watermelons to cool off.

At this moment, many people were passing by after work, driving their ox carts with smiles on their faces as they headed home, preparing to have lunch and then continue harvesting.

These few days are the busiest every year. The wheat is fully ripe and they must hurry to harvest it.

"Mom, I want to eat watermelon too..."

On the roadside, a little girl, wearing a straw hat woven with wild flowers, blinked her big watery eyes and stared at the watermelons in the hands of Zhang Ye and others.

You can see that the child really wants to eat it, and he doesn't even blink.

"Well, well, go home and let your mom buy it for you."

The woman next to him was holding a sickle, looking a little embarrassed. She stretched out her rough hand and was about to take the child away.

Zhang Ye and his companions have been here for the past two days, and the people around them all know their identities.

Faced with such a hardworking and enthusiastic commander, they were still a little afraid, but they were more grateful and loved.

"Don't go home. You may not be able to buy my melon."

Zhang Ye heard the conversation between the mother and the girl, waved at her and chuckled.

"Come here, uncle, I'll give you two."

"okay!"

The little girl was not afraid of people at all and came up to them with a smile.

This frightened the woman standing by. Her heart skipped a beat and she immediately became panic-stricken and at a loss.

"Master, the child is young and naive, please don't be offended..."

"Hey, it's just a piece of melon, it's no big deal."

Zhang Ye waved his hand indifferently and glanced at Lu Shan beside him.

"Give two pieces to my sister-in-law. She's worked all morning and wants to quench her thirst."

"This, this, this, no, I can't eat this, this..."

The woman was so panicked when she saw the watermelon being handed to her that she kept waving her hands to refuse it.

It’s okay if the child eats one piece out of ignorance, but how could she have the audacity to eat one too?

"Take it, it's not a rare thing."

Seeing that she was unwilling to take it, Lu Shan directly put the watermelon into her arms.

At this time, the little girl was eating the watermelon happily, her little face was full of sweet juice. She looked up at her mother and smiled.

"Mom, please eat it quickly. It's so sweet..."

"Heh, let me make it clear first, you can't eat my melon for free!"

At this moment, Zhang Ye wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth, looked at the mother and daughter in front of him, and joked.

"Can the six of us go to your house for lunch today?"

"Although there are a lot of people, we can at least eat less."

"Yes, yes, that's great, Marshal!"

The woman, who was still worried about being punished the previous second, immediately became delighted when she heard this and nodded in agreement.

The Marshal wants to come to his house for dinner. This is a huge honor, a happy event that cannot be obtained even by burning incense and praying to Buddha. Only a fool would refuse it.