GBP Chapter 883 A Half-Top-Tier Succubus
Chapter 883 A Half-Top-Tier Succubus
Several months later, when Li Shanchang saw his son again, he almost didn't recognize Li Qi.
Excuse me, where has my gentle, refined, and handsome son, Qi, gone?
What's up with this muscular man in front of me, who's tanned like a black monkey and dares to go shirtless even in the dead of autumn?
That's not right. My son Qi is destined for a career as a civil official.
Why do they look more and more like those two black lumps in Chang Heitan's house?
Hu Weiyong was completely dumbfounded.
First of all, I must state that although I don't like that old scoundrel Liu Bowen very much, I also admit that Jie'er has indeed gained knowledge and experience by following that old scoundrel Liu Bowen, and has become more and more like a gentle and refined gentleman.
Actually, can someone explain to this old man what's going on with this small, dark-skinned, and strong Chang Heitan?
The adopted son I've recognized is surnamed Tu, not Chang!
Could it be that Chang Heitan has some unknown past, and his illegitimate son happens to recognize me as his godfather?
The more Hu Weiyong thought about it, the less he understood.
Li Qi and Tu Jie, along with other second-generation nobles, didn't dare to make a move.
Even the most unruly brothers, Chang Sheng and Chang Mao, stood obediently with Li Qi, Tu Jie, and the others until Li Hai shouted "Disband," at which point Li Qi, Tu Jie, and the others dispersed.
"This is the farm in Ningyang County?"
"You're treating Qi'er and the others like soldiers?"
"They have to train and farm at the same time?"
Li Shanchang couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried: "Is this a garrison or a farm?"
Yang Shaofeng remained unmoved, and simply smiled and asked in return, "So, do you think the current Qi-ge'er is better, or the original Qi-ge'er is better?"
Li Shanchang smacked his lips.
It's obvious that the original Qi Ge'er looks much better.
But aside from appearance, it's clear that the current Qi-ge'er is better.
Although he got a bit tanned, he was noticeably more robust and sturdier.
His original academic background, combined with the discipline and tough-guy aura he exudes now, makes him a promising candidate for "becoming a general or prime minister".
This version of Qi Ge'er is clearly more suitable to be the leader of a family than the original, more frail Qi Ge'er.
To put it more bluntly, as long as Qi Ge'er doesn't do anything reckless, the Li family will not decline in Qi Ge'er's generation.
Hu Weiyong didn't think too much like Li Shanchang did.
Does it matter whether it's black or white or not?
Not important at all.
The important thing is that these three hundred second-generation nobles have all shed their纨绔 (wán kù, spoiled and dissolute) air.
The most fitting description for them is that they are part-time soldiers and part-time farmers.
He was knowledgeable about agriculture, skilled in military affairs, and, damn it, possessed the unique vision and resources of a second-generation noble family.
These are not three hundred second-generation nobles.
These are exactly three hundred top-grade cattle and horses!
"Your Highness, Liaodong needs them."
Hu Weiyong bluntly asked Zhu Biao for more men: "No need for more, just a hundred or so. Send them to Liaodong for three to five years, and I am confident that I can transform Liaodong."
Zhu Biao smiled and did not directly agree to Hu Weiyong's request. Instead, he beckoned Li Qi, Tu Jie, and the others to sit down and then said with a smile, "You all heard what Governor Hu said just now."
"Let me explain it to you more clearly."
"My brother-in-law once said that Liaodong would be the new granary of the Ming Dynasty, and would play a vital role in whether the Ming Dynasty could last for thousands of generations."
"However, although Liaodong is rich in resources and has fertile land, it is also a truly bitter and cold place, with waterlogged areas everywhere and snakes, insects, rats and ants all over the place. It is in severe cold for about four or five months of the year."
"If we want to develop Liaodong and turn it into a new granary for our Ming Dynasty, it will take at least three to five generations and several decades or even hundreds of years to achieve this."
"The first step was mining, logging, road construction, mountain clearing, and bridge building, while also having to put in a lot of hard work to level out those ponds."
"If you go to Liaodong with Governor Hu, not to mention whether you can adapt to the harsh cold of Liaodong, just leveling the ponds, mining, and building roads will be enough to make you lose a layer of skin."
"Many of you have grown up with me since childhood. Although we are not blood brothers, we are closer than blood brothers."
"I, Gu Ming, am stating this clearly: I and the Great Ming need you to take the lead in relocating to Liaodong."
"However, I will not force you."
"Those who are willing to go can write their own memorials later."
"If you don't want to go, just pretend it never happened."
"..."
Zhu Biao slowly explained the situation in Liaodong to Li Qi, Tu Jie, and the others, but Li Shanchang and the others' hearts sank to the bottom.
It’s over.
It's all over.
These second-generation nobles are usually fearless, but they are most afraid of being treated as true confidants by someone.
The "someone" here specifically refers to a certain black-hearted sesame dumpling.
Today, someone might be fooled by a black sesame glutinous rice ball, and tomorrow three hundred idiots might be clamoring to go to Liaodong.
Damn it, the original plan was to send these idiots to Ningyang County for two years.
Now, things have gotten worse; it's suddenly become three, five, or even longer.
Li Shanchang grew angrier the more he thought about it, but before he could react, Li Qi raised his hand and shouted, "I'll go!"
Tu Jie and Liu Lian raised their hands and said, "I'll go!"
"I am coming too!"
Chang Sheng and Chang Mao exchanged a glance, then raised their hands and shouted, "We'll go too!"
Looking at the second-generation nobles raising their hands one after another, Li Shanchang felt a sense of frustration, yet he couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.
It's always like this.
When Heizhi Tangyuan's father joined Guo Dashuai, his position was much lower than Xu Da, Tang He, and the others. However, when they sat together, Heizhi Tangyuan's father was in the superior position, and Xu Da and Tang He willingly called him "Big Brother."
Now, it's Black Sesame Dumplings' turn to be the eldest brother to their own Qi Ge'er and the others.
Damn it, you bastards from the Zhu family can bully us all you want!
Zhu Biao smiled and looked at Li Qi and the others, then suddenly raised his hands and pressed them down.
After Li Qi, Tu Jie, and the others quieted down, Zhu Biao said with a smile, "Here's what we'll do: only sons in the family are not allowed to go; if there are many brothers in the family, the eldest brother should go."
"I can't go to Liaodong for the time being, but I will send my second and third sons with you."
"After you go to Liaodong, the only thing you need to do is follow the plan your brother-in-law and Governor Hu gave you, step by step, to mine, build roads, and level those ponds."
"At the same time, I will relocate people to Liaodong."
"Within three years, I will personally go to Liaodong and visit each of the farms where my brothers are in charge."
"Come back in three years, and we'll send another group of people over."
At this point, Zhu Biao solemnly bowed to Li Qi and the others, saying, "Brothers, whether our Ming Dynasty can last for ten thousand years, and whether our descendants can enjoy a few more years of wealth and glory, all depends on you!"
Li Qi and the others hurriedly returned the greetings.
Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Damn, I've finally witnessed a semi-top-tier succubus in person.
He certainly can't compare to that gentleman who called me "little comrade".
However, among the crown princes of all dynasties, this little succubus was quite a figure!