Chapter 659: So That's How It Is

"What trouble?" Bai Lang was a little confused, "Involved too deeply to leave? No way, I can leave whenever I want. I didn't practice my martial arts to this level for nothing." The demon monk smiled very kindly, "Amitabha, good, good. Benefactor, if you think so, then so be it. It's just... when you are squatting in the bitter kiln with your thief-match master, I hope you still remember what you said now."

"This thing also has implication? This is too feudal." Bai Lang immediately understood the meaning. What else could it be? Naturally, it was the matter caused by his good master. It seemed that the people above were conscious of throwing all the baboons who were involved in rebellion and possibly assisting him into the bureau to squat, regardless of whether they had committed any crimes. This was the most typical "melon vine copy" (implication) without any human rights.

People had big fists, so what else could they do besides legal science? When Bai Lang looked up, he found that the demon monk had already disappeared without a trace. He cursed, and found that the palace maids and others were alive again. This "expert" felt it, "So it's a supernatural power that divides the two worlds... What year and month will it take to reach this level? To do it in a lighthearted way."

Those palace maids and others certainly couldn't see that a monk had just met their Emperor. Bai Lang was too lazy to say anything. He glanced at the two little guys practicing martial arts. "Okay, that's it for today. Go play." He was actually very annoyed that these two little guys learned from adults to salute him and say some adult words—but Bai Lang also knew that this kind of thing was helpless. This was not something his martial arts could handle.

The human heart was like this. The competition between the two "younger brothers" now had to add those people in the court, and even his harem was divided into two factions, each supporting the one they favored. So even if these two little guys were only a few years old, they had to learn to compete, especially the competition to please Bai Lang. Regarding this, Bai Lang was actually sad. The two children had to do this, which made him annoyed and sad—"It should have been a carefree childhood of games."

The people in the harem were all a bit abnormal—who let Bai Lang have no children? They didn't dare to say what their fate would be if Bai Lang "popped"? Bai Lang knew their thoughts, "If there was no reminder from that demon monk, what are you worried about? No matter how you live, you can't outlive me." Now, he had to leave in at most twenty years... Thinking carefully, some of them might not live for twenty years?

In short, these were all life-threatening troubles. Bai Lang was also bored being an Emperor—he didn't like to hold power, and asking him to review memorials all day was simply killing him. Thanks to throwing everything to the cabinet and the internal court, Bai Lang was "willing to be this dog Emperor." And if he didn't review memorials, wouldn't he only look at major military and national affairs, look at personnel arrangements, and besides that, only mess around in the harem?

He had played enough with the concubines of the late emperor. At least he still had integrity—he didn't touch the concubines of the late late emperor, although some of them were young, at least they were forty. As for his own... that was it. Most of the people in the harem were thrown by him into the Forbidden City, which was being gradually renovated—this Forbidden City was being demolished and rebuilt according to his orders for at least half of the buildings.

No longer entering new eunuchs, releasing most of the palace maids, and adopting an employment system to hire servants, the number of people used in the entire palace shrank rapidly. Many meaningless internal supervisors were cut, and even the Imperial Kitchen changed from a large kitchen to small kitchens in the concubines' palaces. Of course, Bai Lang, as the Emperor, also had his small Imperial Kitchen—the situation of dozens of dishes per meal in the past was gone. Generally speaking, it was four dishes and one soup.

There was a lot of filth in the Forbidden City. According to Bai Lang's observation, there were also many resentful and evil spirits, so it was just right to take advantage of the renovation to clean it up. And the West Garden where he lived was also under construction, building and organizing many garden buildings, and the new gardens in the western suburbs—that is, the Summer Palace, were also being renovated. This was a major project in the Capital. With Bai Lang's mind, he actually wanted to move the capital.

"My family's so-called 'Imperial Mausoleum' is not in this place. And this ghost place should have been one of the core defense cities of the northern defense line, forming a defense line within the pass with Datong, Shanxi. Now I have pushed the territory to Lake Baikal and even to the bitter cold place of the North Sea, so this so-called Great Capital is not so important..." Bai Lang thought of the water transport that cost a lot of manpower and material resources every year, not only to stabilize the northern defense line but also to feed the million people in the Capital.

"Just move the capital to Nanjing. Let this Capital continue to be its original core city of Youzhou, reduce the population to 300,000, and disband the border army or push it further north..." Bai Lang also knew that this could only be thought about. In the current situation, the vast Mongol grassland could not be stationed with a great army to suppress—unless he could create railway transport. Therefore, the capital located in the north and the water transport born from it were also necessary.

Although he cleaned up the entire grassland, killing people until heads rolled and the barbarians were terrified, how many years could this last? If there was no grassland controlled by immigration, the barbarians would be able to recover quite a bit in at most twenty years, and fifty years later they would come south to raid for grass and grain again. This was still Bai Lang's extremely miserable slaughter. Of course, there was also an opportunity now. Bai Lang could pass down the training method of super generals, and at the same time develop flintlock muskets—as long as the modern army was completed, the grassland nations could only sing and dance.

"Under barbed wire and hand-cranked machine guns, there is no Mongol cavalry..." Bai Lang thought. At present, his Great Qin seemed to be standing on the edge of moving toward a modern country. He opened the sea ban and removed the domestic transit tax barriers. The content of the imperial examination was all changed, and the original clans were almost broken by him—forced family separation and large-scale migration destroyed many local powerful families.

"Forget it, let them walk the road themselves." Bai Lang felt that he should just go and be a muddled Emperor. In this world, he was afraid that he couldn't even continue to fight much. He understood what cause and effect was—at that time, those guys were very likely to catch him and lock him in jail based on cause and effect, "Just need to find a lawyer!" He complained. He wasn't very afraid, because he felt that he should have a chance to escape—although he didn't know where the confidence came from, he just had it inexplicably.

The Great Qin army had already crossed the Khyber Pass. This was the news sent back two months ago. They had easily captured the plateau, and next was the boundless plain. Bai Lang's order to them was to loot the entire subcontinent, and then if possible, occupy the coastal cities, waiting for the water division of Guangnan to go over and pick them up. Walking through the mountains and plateaus again was too hard. ===== CHAPTER 660 =====