I Will Stage A Coup D’état - Chapter 170



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EP.170 Northern Expansion Reinforcement (1)

I even recorded my will opposing hereditary succession in order to completely resolve the issue of succession.

I felt like I had to hammer the nail in like this.

“The admiration for the bloodline of a leader should end as nostalgia. Isn’t it time to realize that the idea that the bloodline of the politician you support is excellent is nothing more than an illusion?”

Only after I left my will did the commotion caused by my wife’s pregnancy finally die down.

Still, I don’t think the problem has been completely resolved.

I don’t even know if my wife’s baby is a boy or not, and this is causing a fuss. If it’s really a boy, it’s going to be a real mess.

I hoped my wife would have a daughter, if only to tie up this commotion.

After I have my daughter this time, I will pay more attention to my relationship with my wife.

Thirdly, you shouldn’t make one.

I actually thought about it that way, but I wondered if I could do it if my wife tried to seduce me.

Anyway, my wife seemed to be very hurt by this uproar, so we decided to go on a trip that would also be a vacation.

If it’s a vacation, it’s a vacation spot, so what’s a tour?

I do official work and take care of personal matters, that kind of thing.

I instructed Kim Jong-gil to prepare for the tour.

Of course, since it was a vacation-related schedule, I made sure to set aside plenty of time.

First, I visited the iron mines in Ansan and Musan, which were responsible for the empire’s iron and coal, and the coal mines in Musun and Bonggye.

“Your Majesty, you must be careful in the tunnel.”

“I know, too.”

I put on my hard hat, went down into the dark tunnel, and met the miners face to face.

“Your Majesty. It is an honor for you to come to such a dangerous place.”

“I am honored to meet those who work hard for the empire.”

After listening to the miners’ grievances, I toured the facility.

As late as the 1930s, the Empire had not invested much in mining.

The investment was limited to providing access to electricity and explosives and modernizing transport equipment.

The investment was made only to enable a lot of mining.

The current empire was also paying considerable attention to the safety of its mines.

We secured safe passageways and assigned safety workers to regularly check the safety status of equipment.

They didn’t set quotas like they used to and force miners to work.

After working for a set period of time, the miners were allowed to come up to the surface and wash in hot water twice a day.

Meals were also more nutritious than before.

I went and checked the food myself and confirmed that the mine was running fine.

I came and asked if there was anything special going on, but no miner answered yes.

After the mines came the countryside.

Although the new community project was applied somewhat later in the rural areas of South Manchuria than in the Korean peninsula, it was now on track.

Although not every house had a water supply and sewerage system, each house had a septic tank and a toilet, and was equipped with a water supply system that could be used for drinking water, whether it was a well or something else.

The house was also changed into a Korean-style house with a clean reinforced concrete finish instead of the previous brick, earth, or wood.

“Through land consolidation, we have made it possible for each household to cultivate 5 hectares of farmland. As you can see, we have divided the land into neat squares and organized it.”

The cultivated land in this village was higher than the 4 hectares I had targeted.

It would have been the icing on the cake if tractors had been distributed, but they were too expensive for ordinary farmers to purchase.

When I asked about this issue, I was told that they would provide subsidies to villages and have them share tractors.

‘That’s not bad.’

If this was the case in Southern Manchuria, where land consolidation was difficult, the situation in Northern Manchuria, where farmland was much larger, seemed to be better.

Since I was already visiting the farm, I decided to stay here for a day.

“Your Majesty, it will be difficult for you to sleep in such a shabby place.”

The farmer spoke a little cautiously.

“It’s okay. I’ve lived in places like this too.”

I can survive even in a cramped studio apartment.

This much was nothing.

Because I was stubborn, my wife ended up sleeping in the farmhouse.

I don’t think that’s the case.

I was sleeping next to my wife when I suddenly felt a tingling sensation all over my body.

It seemed like it was carrying something, but it didn’t seem like a mosquito.

“What is this?”

When I quickly turned on the light, there was a red dot running along the side.

I lifted my clothes and found a plump, fleshy bedbug.

“Rain, fleas?”

I was so scared that I took off my clothes and shook them off.

When I looked, it wasn’t just one or two of them that were attached.

As soon as she saw the bedbugs, she too was terrified and took off her clothes, trying to shake them off like crazy.

He seemed to have lost his mind because of the bugs.

I quickly blocked the door before anyone came.

Fortunately, she didn’t seem to be bitten by bedbugs.

I felt like we should do something like a flea extermination campaign.

Should we make some DDT and spray it?

It was clear that spraying DDT would kill bedbugs.

The problem was the hazard through bioaccumulation.

DDT was a toxic substance with a half-life of up to 30 years once sprayed.

But even at the risk of that, I wanted to eradicate these lice from the face of the earth.

Only someone who has been bitten by a bedbug knows this feeling.

First, we decided to try a method other than DDT for bedbugs.

After this incident, I never slept in the farmhouse again.

I slept exclusively on the train.

His wife seemed to want that too.

“The bathroom too, it was a bit off. Especially the bedbugs.”

The wife was shaking from the lice.

Apart from the bedbugs, nothing special happened.

We passed through several rural areas and entered northern Manchuria.

“Your Excellency the Prime Minister. It is an honor to have you come to see me.”

As we entered the harsh North Manchuria, we were greeted by German-style villages decorated like villages from a fairy tale.

When I saw villages and farmlands filled with large Westerners, I often felt as if I was in Europe.

I personally visited a village that the Germans called ‘XXburg’.

Most of what I heard was German, but there was also quite a bit of Korean mixed in.

This is Korean spoken by a blue-eyed foreigner.

It sounded a little awkward.

But now these people were also Korean.

“Hello, Prime Minister.”

Some people recognized me and greeted me.

He seemed to be a scientist or engineer with a TV at home.

“hello.”

Unlike native Koreans, Germans treated me relatively comfortably.

Is it because their perceptions are different from those of Koreans?

Anyway, I didn’t feel bad.

To commemorate our visit to German Village, we had German cuisine for dinner.

The table featured a variety of dishes, from raw meat dishes like mett (steamed beef) to spicy potato pancakes like raisin kuchen (bibimbap).

We didn’t know what we would like, so we prepared a variety of things.

Since there was so much food, I liked a few things.

While tasting German food, I asked the village chief Maximilian how the new community project in Korea was going.

“Of course. The city is very helpful in settling down.”

“I see, it looks like you use water at home. Do you have water supply and sewerage?”

“We have a technician on our side who started a new project. Is this illegal?”

That wasn’t it.

It’s a business that the government is deliberately trying to set up by providing money, so there’s no way it could be illegal.

The Germans were adapting better than expected.

That could be because it was an area with few indigenous people.

I asked the local residents present if there were any issues with racism.

“I didn’t really feel that way. German people get along well with us.”

Germans are notorious for being racist, but they don’t discriminate much?

Originally, the East Germans were the headquarters of neo-Nazis.

But you’re acting so meekly?

I thought about the reason.

Perhaps it was the experience of being ‘educated’ by the Soviet soldiers who treated them like Untermensch that made the Germans humble.

If you think about it logically, that seems like the answer.

Or, it could be that the national power of Korea, ranked third in the world, made it that way.

Anyway, it turned out well.

My wife felt very comfortable during her time in a German village where there were few Koreans.

“There’s no one around here.”

My wife said that she usually worries about that a lot.

Are you feeling suffocated by the gazes of those around you?

I didn’t feel that way because I always carried a camera with me.

People see it when they see it, so what’s the big deal?

If I had lived conscious of other people’s opinions, I wouldn’t have been able to live with my wife.

My wife liked the German Village so much that she suggested we stay there for a few more days.

I wonder if that’s true.

I changed my schedule like that to cheer up my wife.

As we were staying in German Village for a long time, we decided to do some propaganda activities.

I chopped wood with the Germans and went bear hunting with them, carrying a gun.

The ones who caught it were Germans, but I caught the dog.

With the large brown bear in the background, the figure was clearly that of a majestic dictator.

In fact, there was a need to continuously supply such images.

The purpose of the propaganda was simple.

Although His Majesty is old, he is still in good health.

So, do not doubt Your Majesty’s health.

The pioneer of this method was none other than the famous Vladimir Putin.

Sure, Putin has become a laughing stock after being couped by a vengeful chef, but up until then his image politics had been quite successful.

So it was natural that he would use the methods that had made him successful as a fellow dictator.

Thinking about it, I was curious whether Putin would have been born, but I didn’t really feel like reaching out.

In a world where everything was already twisted, the chances of Putin coming to power were slim.

Even if that opportunity ever came, it would be a long time after I died.

“I’ll take a picture.”

I smiled brightly in front of the camera, resembling Vladimir Putin.