After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times-Chapter 687 - 679 All-Night Long Discussion_2

Whenever there is a natural disaster, the northern nomads like to head south.

One reason is to divert the contradictions under their rule; secondly, if there is nowhere to find food in their own lands, then they come south to take it.

"This is Zhao Han’s chance to compete for the Central Plains, and also Great Jin’s chance to recover Bingzhou and Jizhou," Wei Jie said. "And neither Your Majesty nor Gou Xi can be fully trusted. I heard that Gou Xi lost the support of the army due to killing Yan Heng, and lost the people’s support because of Gou Chun. Meanwhile, His Majesty seized the opportunity to take charge of Yan State affairs and has grown close to several of Gou Xi’s subordinate generals."

Fu Tinghan held a steaming tea bowl and froze, realizing that if Zhao Hanzhang hadn’t told him about these matters, he wouldn’t have known. Wasn’t Wei Jie supposed to have fled south? How did he know these things?

Wei Jie raised his gaze to look at him and said, "If at that time, we can recover Bingzhou and Jizhou, without mentioning the distant future, Bingzhou and Si Province would definitely belong to Governor Zhao, and by then the entire Central Plains would be in her hands."

"By that time, she and Emperor Gou Xi would each control half of the realm, and it would be impossible for her to conceal herself as she does now," Wei Jie asked, "Mr. Fu, have you thought about how many people would be willing to follow her to advance further by then?"

Fu Tinghan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you think no one would choose her?"

"Naturally, there will be some," Wei Jie said, "Just like I am mesmerized by her great path, there will be many willing to serve her, but there will be even more who do not recognize her and oppose her."

"Especially, how many heroes in the world have actually seen her? If they haven’t, then it’s all hearsay, and I’m afraid not many would be willing to acknowledge her." Wei Jie said, "Though cruel, this is the truth. Among people with equal abilities, men have it easier than women to gain others’ trust."

"Not all men are willing to submit to a woman, or be driven by her, or sacrifice for her."

Fu Tinghan rubbed the rim of the bowl with his thumb and remained silent.

Wei Jie asked him, "Mr. Fu, have you thought about breaking the impasse?"

Fu Tinghan raised his eyes and said, "I have."

Wei Jie sat upright, leaning slightly forward, and said, "I would like to hear the details."

Fu Tinghan said, "Just now, Mr. Wei spoke of the literati, but when the literati make decisions, they are also influenced by others, driven by interests. Those who look down on her, question her, or disobey her only come from one class, yet in this world, the literati actually only occupy a small portion. Besides them, there are also farmers, artisans, and merchants."

"I dare not guarantee the merchants, but as for farmers and craftsmen, I can assure you that now under our governance, and in the future across the whole country, they will only recognize Zhao Hanzhang. They will submit to her from their hearts, respect her, and revere her as a deity."

Wei Jie’s eyes flickered, and he smiled gently, "There are quite a few people among the gentry that acknowledge her, but it’s still not enough. To ensure no problems when ascending the throne in the future, she still needs a place of literary superiority, a person of literary superiority who is absolutely loyal to her."

Fu Tinghan subconsciously assessed him, "You?"

Wei Jie shook his head directly, "No, this person is best from the Zhao Family, or else a confidant of hers who fully trusts her political views."

Fu Tinghan thought of Zhao Cheng. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Wei Jie observed his expression and smiled, "It seems Mr. Fu already has someone in mind."

Fu Tinghan was about to speak when Wei Jie raised his hand and said, "You don’t need to tell me who it is. It’s enough that you know. I’m just curious, Mr. Fu, how do you intend to make the farmers and artisans only recognize Governor Zhao?"

Fu Tinghan said, "When it comes to leniency and loving the people, perhaps there are others in the world who can match her, but when it comes to winning the hearts of the common people, I don’t think anyone can surpass her."

"She has the heart, and we have the ability to make the people under our rule live better lives, more hopeful lives than those under other rulers..."

Not to mention, during the Republic of China, the party’s policies towards the people can be referenced. Fu Tinghan is not very familiar with these matters, but Zhao Hanzhang certainly is.

She loves history. When working as a librarian, she frequently came across braille in this area and often listened to related historical books. Fu Tinghan has discussed these things with her, and she has it all clear in her heart.

Sometimes, what everyone is fighting for is morale and the people’s will. As long as the people have hope in their hearts, knowing that by working hard, life will get better and better, and the lives they cannot enjoy, their descendants will be able to enjoy, they will be willing to strive for it, even at the cost of their lives.

Currently, Great Jin has a poor ethos, with extravagance and decadence as the trend; and Zhao Han’s rule is too brutal. Zhao Hanzhang stands out even when she is not excellent, let alone when she strives to be outstanding, which makes her even more remarkable.

It’s just that now is not the time to stand out, so actions must remain low-key, hoping to achieve a silent but relentless influence.

Though Fu Tinghan is not very experienced, he has knowledge in this area. Besides, he is now majoring in the craft path, and all the craftsmen in Yu State and Luoyang are under his management. As a manager, he must have some ideas.

Some of Wei’s acquaintances had never heard of these insights, so they couldn’t help but listen attentively, and couldn’t resist delving deeper into the discussion. The more Fu Tinghan talked, the more excited they both became, and when Fu Tinghan came to his senses, the rooster had already begun to crow.

Hearing the cock-a-doodle-doo, Fu Tinghan dumbfoundedly turned his head to look out the window.

Outside the window, only the pale moonlight shone down on the trees in the courtyard, casting shadows that swayed in the night breeze. He felt a chill and instinctively pulled his collar tighter, looking at Wei Jie, who was still deeply engrossed in conversation, "Mr. Wei, the day is about to break. Why don’t we stop here for tonight?"

Wei Jie also glanced out the window and simply said, "Since it’s almost dawn, why don’t we continue, and after breakfast, go to sleep."

Fu Tinghan thought about it, found the idea agreeable, and nodded. The two continued their discussion on how to gradually improve the power system under the current productivity.

Outside, Fu An’s whole body shivered. Half-asleep, he opened his eyes and strained to listen; not hearing their master calling him, the low, lulling sounds from the study still reached his ears. He tilted his head, leaned back against the door, and fell asleep again.