After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

"Do you really think this is okay?" Gu Nanxi was embarrassed to say it directly. The prototype of the heroine was herself!

Wang Buxi carefully read the ending several times, his expression a little heavy: "There is a problem."

Gu Nanxi also felt that there was a problem. If it was sent out like this, would it cause misunderstanding among people?

Wang Buxi pointed at the last paragraph and said, "An eye for an eye, the matter of massacring the city is still under discussion! It's not that we can't do it, but if we write about it, it will easily be criticized by those sour Confucian scholars. We can make up a reason, such as the other party wanted to assassinate the heroine, which led to revenge!"

Wen Yu humbly accepted the advice: "Well, the handling of this section is a bit rough. We all insist on having a legitimate reason!"

Gu Nanxi was a little dumbfounded. Was this a matter of the teacher not having a legitimate reason?

Even if the setting is fictional, isn't it still advocating rebellion? !

Have you ever heard of literary inquisition?

Gu Nanxi reacted and realized that there really was no such thing as literary inquisition these days. Literary inquisition was most rampant during the Qing Dynasty.

Qin Bohuai also pointed out several obvious mistakes in the military layout: "We can't possibly go north from this area! If we go all the way up from here, we will easily be ambushed by the Tartars!"

Wen Yu took out a pen and paper and began to record everyone's opinions, intending to modify this paragraph after returning.

Gu Nanxi finally couldn't help it: "No! Is it appropriate to write it out so blatantly?"

Wang Buxi finally understood what Gu Nanxi was worried about: "It doesn't matter, it's just a storybook. Who would take a storybook seriously?"

If the current emperor really makes a fuss about this matter, he will only become a laughing stock in the world!

"Miss Wen Yu is indeed Yunzhou's secret warrior! Every sentence she says has foreshadowing and hidden secrets!"

"This story made even me feel emotional, not to mention others!"

"Miss Wen Yu's attack is comparable to that of a thousand soldiers!"

Wen Yu looked calm and bowed to everyone: "We are all working for you, everyone has his own strengths."

When Gu Nanxi saw this scene, she always felt something was strange, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Lumei, am I making a fuss out of nothing?" Gu Nanxi was a little uncertain and asked Lumei beside her in a low voice.

Lumei nodded firmly, worthy of being the Miss Wenyu that the master had favored!

The master's ambition is made public so openly. The louder you shout, the less people will believe it!

This is the legendary darkness under the lamp!

Gu Nanxi was full of doubts about life. Could it be that as a modern person, I am not as open-minded as the ancients?

Forget it, let’s just listen to the opinions of the indigenous people.

After Wen Yu collected all the opinions, he took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Gu Nanxi: "A letter from Dalang and Lord Cui to you."

"How come their letters are here with you?" Gu Nanxi asked casually after taking the letter.

Wen Yu paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Just go along the way. After all, the whole world knows that you are under house arrest."

Gu Nanxi did not continue with this topic, but opened Su Xuanming's letter first.

Su Xuanming's letter-writing skills have improved. His writing is no longer in a pretentious style, but in plain language, as if he were there in person.

He first wrote in the letter, crying and saying that he felt guilty for not being able to be with his mother. His mother had been wronged, and asked whether she had eaten, drunk, and slept well during the days of house arrest.

As if knowing that Gu Nanxi’s patience was about to run out, Su Xuanming began to play the victim.

He said that other classmates all had their parents sign the "Three Fives", but he was the only one left alone in the marquis's mansion with no relatives.

He missed his mother and his brother, and wanted to keep his sister for a few more days, but his sister was determined to do business and was unwilling to stay in the mansion for long.

It was so pitiful that one was just short of singing "Little White Cabbages, Yellow in the Field".

Gu Nanxi had no choice but to watch patiently.

Su Xuanming said that Baichuan Academy has expanded its enrollment again this year and has recruited many students from Imperial College and Songshan Academy.

Baichuan Academy and other academies in Kyoto formed an academy alliance to advance and retreat together! The honorary leader is Gu Nanxi!

Gu Nanxi was speechless. Su Erlang had been dreaming of becoming the leader of the martial arts world, but before he could achieve that goal, he became the leader of an academy alliance!

The key point is that I, the person involved, was the last one to know about this matter!

Gu Nanxi covered her cheek and winked at Lumei: "Now that you are the leader of the alliance, how can you not spend money? Hurry up and take five thousand taels and send it to Dalang!"

Alas, when Gu Nanxi thought about spending money, she sighed! She was no longer the rich woman she used to be!

The bigger the family, the bigger the expenses!

Gu Nanxi silently calculated in her heart, how much revenue can the cannery and wool factory bring to Yunzhou this year? Will it be enough to cover next year's fiscal expenditure?

In addition to normal official expenses and military pay, the major expenses also came from Baichuan Academy and Medical College.

These two public welfare institutions rely almost entirely on funding from the provincial governor's office to ensure their operation.

A rough calculation shows that if I pay for another year or two, I can use the factory's profits to cover the entire financial hole!

Just when Gu Nanxi breathed a sigh of relief, bad news came.

"The tribes on the grasslands have received a warning from the Tartars, saying that they are not allowed to sell wool to Yunzhou next year!"

Yan Tongchu walked in hurriedly and told everyone the bad news.

Wang Buxi clenched his fists and asked, "Where did you get the news? When our caravan went to Hongji tribe, this incident hadn't happened yet!"

A thin layer of sweat formed on Yan Tongchu's forehead. He wiped it off with his sleeve and said, "I heard it from the Hu merchants in Huaishuo Town. Some of them just came from the grassland."

Among the several towns in Yunzhou, Huaishuo Town has the largest number of Hu merchants.

Huaishuo Town has a very good reputation among the Hu merchants. The food is delicious and inexpensive, the accommodation conditions are good, and the merchants are all very welcoming.

Because there were so many foreign merchants being entertained, those merchants would occasionally say a few nonsense words.

"Cutting off someone's source of income is like killing his parents! How can this be tolerated?!" Gu Nanxi slammed the table.

Qin Bohuai had long wanted to show off his musket skills on the battlefield, so he immediately volunteered: "Sir, I am willing to go to the battlefield and give those Tartars a lesson!"

"Nonsense!"

There was a loud roar like thunder at the door!

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was the deputy general of Fuming Town, who was walking in with a frosty face and looking at Qin Bohuai with unfriendly eyes.

"You want to send troops in the middle of winter? All these years of battlefield experience have gone to waste?!"

Qin Bohuai was hesitant. He was just too excited and didn't think too much about it!

Lumei quickly brought a stool to the deputy general.

After the deputy general sat down, he said in a gentle voice: "It has only been two years since Yunzhou's good days. I know that you are all young and energetic and want to make achievements. But you have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. You can't send troops in winter. If there are too many casualties, it will affect the spring ploughing next year."

"Since the Tartars are using dirty tricks, we can think of other ways!"