Chapter 1153: A Special Method of Governance

"Thank you, Changle. Changle, I knew you would be willing."

Facing the grinning Wuzhong, Changle had nothing to say. Setting aside the fact that the two of them had a very good relationship, just considering Wuzhong's family, even if he wanted to raise a tiger, his father would likely find a way to have the tiger's teeth pulled and claws clipped for him to raise it. After all, since their family had made such great contributions to Huaxia, they would certainly satisfy him as much as possible.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Ce hurriedly said, "Prince, you have been traveling for so long, why don't you go and rest first? We will tidy up a house for you, and you can have a good rest. We will come back to celebrate in the evening; by then, everyone will have returned, and it will be easier for Ma to arrange for people to go to the Golden Autumn Gathering."

Changle also felt very tired, so he nodded and agreed. However, he still had doubts: "Are there enough houses here to live in? It looks like everyone is not living well, and there aren't any empty houses, right? We should just stay in tents."

Ce said with an embarrassed expression, "Prince, there really are no empty rooms. We can only let you stay in the office. After all, it is slightly more spacious and cleaner, and it is also better than living in a tent—at least it is warm and doesn't leak wind."

"The wind here at night is very strong and very cold."

"Then will that affect your work?"

Ce hurriedly shook his head: "No, no. You have seen the office; although it was built quite large, it doesn't have much use. After all, there are too few things here that can be written down in documents. This office was built as a preparation for the future."

"And there are many rooms; just leave one for us."

Since that was the case, Changle could only agree. Indeed, no matter how good a tent was, it was not as good as living in a house—it was safe, and it could block the wind and keep one warm.

"Then pick the emptiest one for us, one that won't affect your work, and then set up my tent inside. There is no bed, and it would be too much trouble for you to make one now; I'll just make do with this."

Wuzhong waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no! I will make a bed for you. How can you sleep in a tent? I will make a bed for you right away."

Changle patted Wuzhong: "That's enough, don't worry too much. Living in a tent is also comfortable; my tent is different from yours. Besides, I won't be staying here for too long, so just making do is fine."

"You just need to get the things you need sorted out. You will be here for several years; it is quite bitter and tiring, so you must pay more attention to yourselves."

"Prince..."

Changle's words left the group of young people teary-eyed. How could there be such a good Prince? The King was good, and the Prince was also this good. Being able to be in Huaxia, they were just too lucky.

Looking at the crowd who were about to cry, Changle suddenly seemed to have a bit of an epiphany: that was how one should treat officials and ordinary people. It was to appropriately lower one's own quality of life in public, and to care more about the lives of others. Even if there was no substantial action, just a few words could make them feel moved, honored, and able to be more convinced by him, the ruler.

This was a kind of psychological governance. His father had never told him this; he had completely realized it himself just now. His father relied entirely on his own ability and personal charisma to possess an absolutely solid, completely unshakable status in Huaxia.

Yet he and his brother, just by relying on a little bit of their father's glory, could receive such respect from everyone. Changle felt that he would certainly not have his father's achievements and abilities, but he could also use his own small actions to raise his status and prestige in Huaxia by several levels.

Even in Huaxia City, he had already covered his room entirely in Silk, just because Ayuduo liked it, but here, he also had to suffer a little bit for the sake of his own prestige.

Enjoyment was also deserved; even if he blatantly enjoyed himself in front of everyone here, they wouldn't say anything, because this era was like this—the ruler should use the best. But, being slightly more approachable and peaceful than other rulers of this era was, in the eyes of the general public, an incredibly good virtue.

Changle prepared to conduct more such behaviors and experiences here to see if he could summarize a set of experiences to take back and tell his father. He didn't know what kind of evaluation he would get in the end.

Regarding Changle, who was suddenly not enjoying himself like this, Ayuduo was also a little bit uncomprehending. This change was a bit too big. In their home in Huaxia, such a large courtyard where only the two of them lived, with so many servants waiting on them, planting all kinds of plants brought back from the mountains, raising strange fish, and a man who could use Silk without the slightest heartache—more luxurious and extravagant in his daily life than his own father—now he actually wanted to suffer on his own initiative. This was a bit too bizarre.

However, she would not delve into it. Anyway, Changle was her man, so why worry about it? As long as her own life was good, that was enough.

The Western Development Group immediately prepared a place for Changle to rest according to his requirements, but Yishang and the others could only set up tents outside; there really were no rooms to live in here.

However, Yishang would not have any objections, because from now on, his entire journey would be like this—he would always have to live in a tent, there would be no houses for him to live in, and the journey would only become increasingly dangerous.

By the evening, everyone had returned in groups. They had all been far away completing their work tasks.

The men herded livestock, and the hunters, holding Weapons, searched continuously in the nearby mountains and forests, so an area safe enough had already been cleared around the entire Western Development Group camp.

The few wolf packs that had originally wanted to compete for territory with humans here had now also chosen to leave one after another due to excessive losses.

A sheep could not make their pack thrive, but losing a wolf was a huge blow to the pack. Human Weapons were too ruthless, and when they united, the beasts had little chance; they only had opportunities to ambush at night.

In the past, the nights were very restless, but now only beasts with no other options, or those new to the area who didn't know the situation here, would follow the scent of the cattle and sheep herds to find their way over.

They kept hunting and clearing out the surrounding beasts, as well as the birds of prey in the Heaven, but after all, the number of prey here was simply too large. Every once in a while, new beasts would always be attracted. As long as the hunters discovered new beast tracks, they had to hunt them down completely to feel at ease.