Chapter 239: A chaotic world of gods and ghosts, the end of the Ming Dynasty!

Author: This Ganges Beacon

Capital.

In the cabinet, Zhang Zhifa, Kong Zhenyun, Huang Shijun, He Fengsheng, Liu Yuliang and Fu Guan all had bitter faces.

Jiangnan is lost!

Nanjing City is surrounded!

Compared with the occupation of Jiangnan, the rebellions in other places can only be said to be scabies. After all, nearly half of the taxes in the Ming Dynasty are now from Jiangnan. Lost Jiangnan means that nearly half of the taxes in the Ming Dynasty are less than half. Now the Ming Dynasty is in turmoil and is just when money is needed everywhere. Losing Jiangnan at this time is tantamount to a fatal situation.

More importantly, it was Daqi who took over Jiangnan. Daqi was originally a major concern for the Ming Dynasty. If Jiangnan was acquired, it would undoubtedly be a strong tiger. I am afraid that the Ming Dynasty would sooner or later die.

"Everyone, Jiangnan has to save him."

After a long silence, Kong Zhenyun spoke, "Now the Great Qi has become a powerful force, but Confucianism has no place in the Great Qi. Once the Great Qi unifies the Central Plains, there may be no Confucianism in the Central Plains."

"How to save this?"

Huang Shijun sighed: "Now that the troops in Huguang have not been able to gather, I'm afraid someone has a strange intention."

Hearing this, everyone present sank their hearts. This is the situation they least want to see. Since ancient times, countless ambitious people will emerge every year at the end of the dynasty.

Now that the pseudo-Qi separatist Shandong and occupied Jiangnan, there are great success. Gao Yingxiang, Zhang Xianzhong, Luo Rucai and others are wandering around, carrying the disaster to the people and causing disaster everywhere. The Ming Dynasty is already in the late year.

What's more serious is that now Henan, Shaanxi, Shanxi and Sichuan are suffering from drought, and only a few southern provinces can collect taxes. If Huguang is in chaos at this time, the Ming Dynasty will be over. After all, Jiangnan is now occupied. If Huguang is in chaos, even if the south can collect taxes, it will not be sent to the capital.

"Why would you like to re-appoint the governor of Huguang?"

After thinking for a while, He Fengsheng said, "Arranging someone who has no ambitions to go to Huguang, and then a few more powerful generals."

"Who will arrange for?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhifa frowned and said, "It may not be easy to suppress the situation in Huguang."

If you want to suppress the situation in Huguang, the person sent must be capable, and finding someone with ability but not ambitious is not easy.

"Let Yu Yinggui go."

After thinking for a while, He Fengsheng said, "By the way, Zu Dashou, Zhao Rujiao, Cao Wenzhao, and Cao Bianjiao will be transferred to assist Yu Yinggui, so that it should be almost done."

Hearing He Fengsheng's words, Zhang Zhifa fell into deep thought. Zu Dashou and Zhao Rujiao were powerful generals in Liaodong. Needless to say, Cao Wenzhao and Cao Bianjiao's uncle and nephew were also powerful generals. They have been famous in the northwest in recent years and have caused Shaanxi rebels to run around. If these four people were transferred to Huguang to cooperate with Yu Yinggui, they should be able to suppress Huguang.

"What do you think?"

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Zhifa looked at Kong Zhenyun, Huang Shijun and others. Although he was the chief minister, things were not something he could decide alone.

"I think it's OK."

Kong Zhenyun nodded.

"I think it's OK, too."

Huang Shijun and others also nodded.

"Then go see Your Majesty."

Zhang Zhi said in a deep voice, even if they agreed, Zhu Youjian would have to make the decision in the end.

………

Yangtze.

On the surface of the river, several small fishing boats were casting nets, one of which was a young fisherman of seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Sangouzi, how did you gain?"

At this time, another small fishing boat approached, and an old fisherman with a dark face on the boat said with a smile.

"Uncle Ade, this fish is too difficult to fight."

Hearing the old fisherman's words, Hu Zhongwu said with a bitter face that he and the old fisherman are of the same clan and their family lives by the Yangtze River for generations, so they all make a living by farming and fishing. His boat was originally owned by his father Hu Qing, who was fishing for him to learn martial arts in the martial arts hall.

However, two months ago, his father suffered from serious illness, so he had to leave the martial arts hall and take over the fishing boat to fish and support his family. However, he lacked experience and could not catch fish for long.

"You, complain less and pay more attention. With more experience, this fish will be easy to fight."

The old fisherman shook his head imperceptibly. Hu Zhongwu's father Hu Qing is a famous fisherman nearby. He can catch more fish every day. Therefore, he wants to support Hu Zhongwu in learning martial arts, so he can find a skill and do not need to take risks on the river. Moreover, Hu Zhongwu is also good at it and learns martial arts very hard.

According to this trend, Hu Zhongwu could have learned martial arts well and made his debut. Unfortunately, there was an unexpected situation. Hu Qing suddenly became seriously ill and the burden of the whole family fell on Hu Zhongwu's shoulders.

After saying a few more words, the old fisherman left on a boat, leaving only Hu Zhongwu on the surface of the river.

After taking a look at the setting sun, Hu Zhongwu sighed and cast a net on the river again. He needed a lot of meat to learn martial arts, and nearly half of the fish he caught fell into his stomach every day. If he could not catch a little more fish, he had to eat less.

However, in this way, his martial arts will be slowed down. Without the medicinal food from the martial arts hall, his martial arts will be slowed down. If he eats less meat, his martial arts will be even slower.

The fishing net was slowly retracted, and there were only a few small fish in the net. Hu Zhongwu could only hold the boat a little further and then scattered the fishing net again.

After a while, Hu Zhongwu slowly pulled up the fishing net again. As he pulled it, Hu Zhongwu found something wrong. This time the fishing net was too heavy, dozens of times heavier than before, and it seemed that the net had a big fish.

However, Hu Zhongwu's face was not happy, but became ugly. It was not a good thing to get a big fish net. Once the big fish struggled, the fishing net could not hold on at all. If the fishing net was broken too seriously, he had to spend money to buy a new one. Now the Hu family is spending money. His father's illness costs money, and the family still needs to spend money, so there is not much extra money at all.

Thinking of this, Hu Zhongwu hurriedly tied the fishing net to the bow of the boat, took out a harpoon from the side, bit it in his mouth, and then a fish jumped into the bottom of the water. At this time, the bottom of the water was already dark, so Hu Zhongwu could only follow the fishing net to play.

At this time, a vortex suddenly appeared, and Hu Zhongwu had no time to react and was swept into the depths of the river by the water.

…

After a long time, Hu Zhongwu slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a deep cave, with bright beads on both sides of the cave illuminating the cave.

"come over!"

At this time, a long sound rang out from the depths of the cave.

Hearing this sound, Hu Zhongwu couldn't help but walk into the depths of the cave. As he walked deeper and deeper, the cave became wider and wider. Finally, he came to a pool, and under the pool was an extremely luxurious palace.

"Come down."

A long voice sounded again from the pool, and Hu Zhongwu couldn't help but walk down the pool water.

When he walked outside the palace, Hu Zhongwu woke up like a dream, and in front of him was a luxurious pavilion, with gold bricks, white jade as pillars, glazed glass as roofs, pearls as curtains, and in the pavilion was a middle-aged man in a dragon robe. The man had a pair of horns on his forehead, like the legendary dragon god, exuding a majestic atmosphere from the inside out.

"Who are you?"

Hu Zhongwu said tremblingly, and his hands and feet were a little at a loss.

"Sages don't need to be too frightened."

At this time, the middle-aged man slowly spoke: "This god is the Dragon God of the Yangtze River."

The thick voice seemed to have the power to soothe people's hearts, which made Hu Zhongwu relax.

"Xiaomin pays homage to Master Dragon God!"

Hearing that the other party called himself the Dragon God, Hu Zhongwu hurriedly knelt down. As the fisherman's son, since childhood, the elders in the family told him that their family relied on the Yangtze River for a living, and they must respect the Dragon God.

"The wise man does not need to be too polite."

Before Hu Zhongwu could kneel down, the middle-aged man waved his hand slightly, and Hu Zhongwu could no longer kneel down.

"I wonder what instructions did the Dragon God ask to summon the little people?"

Hu Zhongwu bent over and said humbly.

"The wise man doesn't have to do this."

The middle-aged man said warmly: "This time I invite the wise man to come, because I want the wise man to save the people of the world."

"Master Dragon God, did you ask the wrong person? The little people are just fishermen. How can they save the people?"

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Hu Zhongwu hurriedly said, "Mr. Dragon God wants to save the people, you should go to find the emperor."

As the son of a fisherman, his greatest wish is to learn martial arts and open his own martial arts school or escort agency. He never thought about saving the people.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "The wise man doesn't know what. The Ming Dynasty has been tyranny, the country's fortune has come to an end. The Central Plains is about to be in chaos. The gods are worshipped by humans. I really can't bear to see the chaos in the world and the people are suffering. Today I saw the wise man and found that the wise man was carrying the destiny of the True Dragon Emperor, so I rashly invited him."

"Did Master Dragon God say I have the destiny of the true dragon emperor?"

Hu Zhongwu was also confused at this time. He never expected that the Dragon God would say that he had the destiny of the True Dragon Emperor.

"Don't worry, the wise man, and this god has no mistake."

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "I hope the wise can save the people of the world."

After saying that, the middle-aged man stood up and bowed solemnly.

"The Dragon God will never be able to use it."

Seeing the middle-aged man saluted, he hurriedly stepped forward to support the middle-aged man. He didn't dare to let the Dragon God saluted, because it was a thunderclap in the sky.

After a moment of silence, Hu Zhongwu said, "Master Dragon God, Xiaomin is just a fisherman. Even if he is willing to save the people of the world, he is powerless."

"Don't worry, wise man."

The middle-aged man gently stroked his long beard and said, "Since I invite the wise man to come, I will help the wise man with a force. I have a drop of dragon blood in my life, which can help the wise man be reborn. From then on, I will practice martial arts for a thousand miles a day."

After saying that, a drop of golden beads flew out of the middle-aged man's heart. The next moment, the golden beads merged into Hu Zhongwu's body.

At this time, Hu Zhongwu just felt a wisp of extremely soft power in his body. The extremely thin internal force in his body continued to grow under this force as if he had taken a big tonic.

"I have five thousand taels of gold here. The wise man can take it back to recruit soldiers and horses, form an army, overthrow the tyranny of the Ming Dynasty, and save the people of the world from the fire and water."
To be continued...