A row of solar panels leaned against the base of the courtyard wall, together with components including batteries, are responsible for providing power. The various gadgets in the hands of the traveler, including computers, lights, antennas and on-board radio stations, can now operate normally.

The mobile prefabricated rooms built with the boxes of several refrigerated trucks serve as temporary warehouses.

The sun shines brightly outside the window, and the people inside the window are sitting around an Eight Immortals table, listening attentively to someone's speech.

Monk Feng Junfeng, who was bald and wearing a monk's robe, was talking at this time, and a somewhat feminine baritone echoed in the house: "In the current environment, it is not realistic to openly collect refugees. Even the gentry masters were idle and had nothing to do to serve a few bowls of porridge, not to mention that we had no social status in the Ming Dynasty. When we got some refugees back, even the guardian knew that there was a group of thieves in Tangzhuang. The Ming people were very familiar with this trick!"

"Dangdang", Xia Xianze tapped the table with his finger and interrupted impatiently: "Tell me the solution! Who doesn't know about these? Your Human Resources Department has investigated for a month, what about the plan?"

"There are already plans, two, one short-term and one long-term."

Feng Jun typed a few times on the laptop keyboard, and then began to explain: "First of all, it is a short-term plan, and it goes three ways. This process is short and the effect is fast. However, if you want to kill some people, you may have to set a few fires depending on the situation."

"Ha?" After hearing what he said, many people became interested: "Tell me, how is the way to go in the lower three ways?"

Feng Jun smiled softly and two words popped out of his mouth: "Beggars' Sect".

Next he began to explain in detail: "The Beggars' Gang's business scope in the Ming Dynasty was very wide: urban garbage cleaning, corpses cremation, street horse drying, criminal culprit wholesale... In short, this is a comprehensive criminal group that combines the functions of civil affairs, gangs, and municipal management. Our next plan is to fall on the Beggars' Gang."

Feng Jun said this, the audience had already understood: "Are you talking about controlling the Beggars' Sect to collect refugees?"

"That's right!" Feng Jun nodded: "First of all, the Beggars' Sect itself is a huge unemployed alliance - there are no less than 3,000 genuine beggars in Hangzhou. Except for a few management teams on the top of the pyramid, the rest of the gangs are composed of urban and rural unemployed people, landless farmers, and seasonal refugees. This is equivalent to a reservoir that stores floods for the government. The Beggars' Sect originally had the function of absorbing refugees."

"Secondly," Feng Jun continued: "A refugee from entering Hangzhou, until he starved to death on the roadside, and was finally carried out to cremation. This series of procedures cannot be separated from the Beggars' Sect. This open and upright procedure is exactly what we need most at the moment."

Speaking of this, Feng Jun smiled: "There are so many refugees and beggars, and the road is falling, and there are so fewer in the middle. Who knows? So what can I do if I know?"

Seeing everyone present looking thoughtful, Feng Jun continued: "We have demonstrated this short-term plan. If you are careful, you can at least ensure the transportation of underground refugees within a year. We also did a solid job in the preliminary investigation, including a preliminary test of the cooperation attitude of Hui merchant Liu Yaozu. Of course, the result is not very good, but this is not important. Once this plan is passed and the company's resources are mobilized, there will always be a solution for Liu Yaozu."

Feng Jun paused, then smiled and glanced at everyone: "So, should we discuss the issue of how to fight against Hong Qigong?"

"Don't be busy with discussion!" Xia Xianze stretched out his index finger and shook it: "Everyone has heard of the short-term plan, so I will discuss it later. Let's talk about what the long-term plan is."

"The long-term plan is very complicated and there are many steps." Feng Jun scratched his bald head in embarrassment: "I only have 6,000 words of the plan. Let's do this. Let's take a look first, and let's talk about it after reading it."

After saying that, Feng Jun took out a U-tray and threw it on the table.

Seeing everyone taking turns to download files on the U disk, Feng Jun thought for a while and added: "Let me summarize it briefly: this is a plan with extremely complicated steps, and it also requires luck to complete it. The advantage is that it occupies not much ‘imported materials’. The ultimate goal is very simple, which is to create a genuine gentry played by a time traveler who can recite poems and paint!"

"I don't need to say much more about how convenient a genuine gentry can bring to our career, right? What's the point of getting into refugees?" Feng Jun said this and was proud: "We even thought of this plan, and it's called 'Operation Li Kui!'."

Everyone "...".

Two days later, Liufufang, Liu's house, and Liu Yaozu, Master Liu was cooling off in his pavilion.

Liufufang is located in Qingbo Gate, separated from Xizi Lake by a wall. It is located in the north of the "Three Yaxian Front" where prefectures and counties are located in the south. It is the place where officials and gentry families live together, and the essence of the "Shangcheng District". The Liu family mansion, which is full of rich Hui style, is located in the northwest corner of Liufufang.

Liu Yaozu is 43 years old this year. He is fat in middle age. He has a slightly fat figure. He has three long beards on his face, flat eyebrows and straight eyes, and has a very graceful demeanor.

The summer is hot, and Mr. Liu, wearing a plain lake silk robe and half lying on a cold chair, was staring at the few koi carp in the flower pond in a daze. The usual kind face did not have a trace of expression at this time. He held the blue and white tea cup in his hand for a long time without taking a sip. The maid behind him knew that the master was in a bad mood, so he didn't even dare to show off his anger and his movements became gentler.

Liu Yaozu's mood at this moment can only be described as bad - the eldest young master's illness can no longer be delayed.

The Liu family started business from their ancestors to Liu Yaozu's generation, which was already a four-generation foundation. When their fathers and grandparents used to spend money on the Ming Dynasty version of "angel investment", they finally awarded several grand prizes to Liu Yaozu. Now the Liu family has a doctor in the Ministry of Revenue and the Inspectorate has a censor. The Liu family seems to be not famous, but the lower limit is very stable. In this city of Hangzhou, except for those high-ranking officials who have been in the past few generations, it is a good situation to be firmly in the second line.

However, there were unexpected events in the world. Two months ago, Liu Siwei, the eldest son of the Liu family, suddenly fell ill. At first, he only felt a cold and started to have diarrhea a week later. He had a high fever every few days. The Liu family hired famous doctors to consult with multiple parties. The conclusion was that external dampness was caused by deficiency of positive energy. One word: typhoid fever, one sentence: We should do our best, do our best...

The Liu family was in a bad mood from this moment on.

Liu Yaozu has two sons. His legitimate son Liu Siwei passed the exam for the title of scholar at a young age. He may be able to win a juren in the future and is a perfect second-generation candidate.

Regarding the concubine's son Liu Sixian, Mr. Liu has given up treatment - this son is a perfect second-generation rich man who has made indelible contributions to the entertainment industry in Hangzhou at a young age.

Mr. Liu's condition is sometimes better and sometimes worse, and it is repeated. It takes two months to delay and become more serious. In the past few days, it has been more dull and less awake, and it is difficult to get in. Just this morning, Lao Xinglin, who is on duty, has begun to hint to Mr. Liu: There is an unexpected situation in the sky...
Chapter completed!