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Chapter 100 Martial Arts and Civil Governance

On the way back to Luzhou, with Jingxinmo standing by, he was blatantly and deliberately provoking them.

Li Cunxu quickly took the bait, made up his mind, and prepared to secretly send troops to Bianzhou.

Give that old man a surprise.

Of course, all of this is currently unrelated to Qinghe Miao.

He was only a part of the Jin state's Hedong army.

There are several military units that work together in Zezhou.

Further up, there are also the people in charge of the Hedong section.

His official positions were neither particularly high nor low, and he was stationed on the front lines, but in reality, he had never entered the core source of power for the father and son.

They're far from being at the level of taking sides.

They are in a position where "whoever takes over will be used the same way".

As long as he stays in his territory and doesn't actively try to interfere, no one will bother to mess with him.

What Qinghe Miao needs to do now.

All that's left is to stay far away from the territory that is nominally under his control, and return to the mountains to continue building his own business.

And someone did this very well for him.

After gaining Qing Hemiao's trust and material support, Liu Zhiyuan, a quiet and reserved young man, began to show an astonishing drive.

He truly lived up to his reputation as a poor boy from the Shatuo tribe in history, starting from the bottom ranks of a soldier who never had enough to eat.

Without any background or powerful backer, he rose step by step to become a powerful general in the Later Jin Dynasty, and even a hero who established the Later Han Dynasty and became emperor.

Although they didn't understand why they were appreciated, they seized the opportunity.

Two horizontal lines and one vertical line represent "doing"; two dots and one force represent "getting things done".

Training troops, reorganizing the army, establishing rules, and building systems.

Liu Zhiyuan could always find a way to fulfill any request that came from Qing Hemiao.

Today, the Qinghe Miao Personal Guard Battalion, stationed in the mountains, is beginning to take shape.

Each fire and tent stood neatly arranged, each team and battalion clearly defined.

The camp consisted of layers of moats, rammed earth walls, wooden fences, and gates, all arranged in an orderly fashion.

It is no longer the same as the makeshift troupe that emerged from the Taihang Mountains.

To be honest, I didn't expect that the land in Zezhou would bring far more benefits than I anticipated.

Tens of thousands of people mean tens of thousands of human and material resources.

As long as there are enough jobs and food, they can be mobilized.

There are plenty of poor young men in the state who can't afford to eat, and they'd be willing to join the Taihang Army if they were given just one full meal.

The main problem is that there are too many refugees in this world, and there are people everywhere willing to follow them.

Qinghe Miao overlooked the convenience of having a complete site.

Now, he is in direct command of the troops.

The number of people has increased from more than fifty when they first came out of the mountains to more than eight hundred.

The personal guards who were trusted, given armor, and kept by his side were selected from the best of the best, numbering over a hundred.

This is roughly the logic of warfare in this era.

One hundred personal guards, leading seven hundred direct subordinates.

Eight hundred direct subordinates, holding back the thousands of allied troops who nominally submitted.

Layer upon layer, nest-like, interlocking.

The foundation is built up little by little in this way.

During this time, Li Cunxu's private order had been transmitted through Zezhou to Qinghe Miao, who also began to "reorganize his troops and be ready to be dispatched at any time".

The specific tasks haven't been assigned yet.

Qinghe Miao himself was doing some work, selecting scholars from among the impoverished gentry, disillusioned scholars, and even literate novices in temples.

We began to cultivate a team in reading and education.

He was more familiar with this kind of thing than with the combat power he acquired later through the system.

What's more, this matter is simple to talk about, but extremely troublesome to do.

With his current subordinates, it might be unreliable to let others do the job.

We can't keep letting military men govern the local areas; it's too much of a problem.

This definitely needs to be changed.

Don't be fooled by Liu Zhiyuan's good performance; it's because he only manages the military camp and is right next to Qing Hemiao himself.

Qinghe Miao himself can personally manage and discipline.

Therefore, a certain degree of "separation of civil and military power" was actually formed.

The military camp was under Liu Zhiyuan's command, and he was responsible for everything else.

With over a decade of work experience from his previous life, plus the ability to bring data into the world of "Under One Person" and store it on a hard drive for office use, Qinghe Miao can manage.

But he's not a professional in this field, and his abilities are limited. We can't keep doing this, can we?

He needs people.

Unfortunately, the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period caused immense damage to culture.

After the fall of the Tang Dynasty, those official schools and private academies that had once been scattered throughout the prefectures and counties died off one after another, like grasshoppers in autumn.

Most of the scholars who survived had some background and might not look down on his current power.

He struggled for an entire winter, but with little success.

However, he managed to train a few people to do clerical work, who could help him with copying, accounting, and relaying orders.

Sometimes, back in the main world, in my Agricultural Microbiology class, I sit in the bright and clean classroom and watch the students around me leisurely scrolling through their phones and playing games.

A strange, indescribable emotion welled up in Qinghe Miao's heart.

drool.

It's really delicious.

Those who can get into this university have all studied hard for more than ten years.

Which one didn't roll out of piles of exam papers?

These ruthless individuals, if you randomly pick one of them and bring her back, she would be a "great talent" who can understand his ideas and stand on her own.

Regardless of personality, they should have no problem doing basic tasks.

But these people are currently battling it out in the King of Glory arena, or laughing like idiots in short videos.

You really don't know what it means to have "a local advantage in cheap labor" until you graduate.

You won't understand the significance of "talent foundation" until you personally sit in a certain position.

Sometimes, when Qinghe Miao was dozing off on the table, he would steal glances at these people and wish he could tie a few of them up and take them back with him.

The students who were playing games suddenly felt a chill.

……

Qinghe Miao's first semester of freshman year flew by amidst such intensive preparations.

The knowledge gained from university formed a universal skill, and the Taihang Army's foundation was further strengthened.

When Li Xingyun was rescued, the Central Plains of "The Bad Guys" had just experienced its first light snowfall.

Winter vacation is almost here, and the Lunar New Year is just around the corner.

As the train traveled north, the scenery outside the window gradually changed from skyscrapers to fields and villages, and then from fields and villages to black soil covered with white snow.

When I returned home this time, my parents were not only warmly welcoming me, but also somewhat stunned.

Qing's mother looked him up and down for a long time:

"Xiao Miao, you... how come you've changed so much?"

Qing's father and grandfather also said that boys are different after they go out and see the world; they've grown up.

Has it changed a lot?

Qinghe Miao himself didn't seem to realize it.

He has always had the style of an adult since childhood.

Logically speaking, after half a year of studying at university, one's appearance should not have changed much upon returning.

Perhaps because he fought on the battlefield, commanded thousands of troops, and held a high position of power in the world of Bad Guys, they always got along well.

But after not seeing each other for a while, it might seem a bit disorienting at first glance.

Qinghe Miao then spent some time with Grandma Guan.

The old man sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), squinted at him for a long time, and then clicked his tongue in amazement:

"Xiao Miao, why is there such a fierce aura between your brows? It's really strong. In ancient times, only a ruthless general who roamed the land had that kind of presence."

Qinghe Miao smiled and made an excuse:

"I don't know either. Studying at school every day, does that mean my malevolent energy keeps increasing? Maybe... it's innate? Are there any side effects?"

Grandma Guan thought for a moment, then simply shook her head:

"Perhaps it really is something he was born with? It's hard to say."

Chapter 101 Another Heroes Draw Their Swords

It's Chinese New Year.

In the world of "Under One Person", the New Year is traditionally a time for family reunion dinners, setting off firecrackers, and visiting relatives.

Even in the world of Bad Guys, the New Year is never short of excitement.

Qinghe Miao held a banquet at the Fenglingyueying Temple, cooking beef and slaughtering mutton for a feast, and rewarding the soldiers.

The campfire roared, and the aroma of wine and meat filled the air.

The rare variety of wines and spices in ancient times made even the usually fierce and ruthless military leaders drink until their faces were flushed, patting their chests to pledge their loyalty.

After the feast, the smugglers would receive their share at the end of the year, with gold and silver being distributed on a large scale.

In addition, there were rewards for some rare items from Qinghe Miao, such as cotton-padded clothes, quilts, stab-proof clothing, short knives, and tea leaves.

At the same time, he did not forget to open the granaries and distribute grain before the New Year.

Zezhou is so big, and there are so many guys from Shanxi, it's impossible to manage them all.

Those who came to Fenglingyueying Temple to join the army received food and cloth distributed per person, and every member of their family received a share.

For families with elderly members or newborns, charcoal, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea are also provided.

The elderly people who were initially associated with Qinghe Miaogan at Fenglingyueying Temple received a generous gift from each of them.

Qinghe Miao and some others held a large banquet inside, while a smaller banquet was held outside for them.

The welfare rewards were decided on the spot, piled up like small mountains, and flowed out like a stream.

The people below felt sorry for him.

In fact.

Aside from the gold and silver that should have been distributed to each leader, the rest wouldn't be considered expensive in modern times.