Zhu Chongba was purely curious and chatted casually. Zhang Ximeng was just a child. What earth-shattering words could he say?
But Zhang Ximeng didn't think so. Lao Zhu asked himself, it was like an interview with the boss, so he couldn't be careless. He had to show his 200% ability.
"Does my benefactor know about the old events of the two Song dynasties?"
Zhu Chongba said honestly: "I didn't know much about the past, but the Red Scarf Army wanted to reopen the Song Dynasty. We also asked some questions, but we don't know much."
Zhang Ximeng cheered up and said with a smile: "My lord, I have a story. One day, Song Huizong took Prince Zhao Huan and King Kang Zhao Gou to take a boat in Jinming Pond. As a result, a gust of wind came and the father and son all fell into the pond.
When the people in Bianjing heard about it, they were curious and asked who had been saved. At this time, the Taixue area became lively, and many scholars shouted in unison, with tears streaming down their faces: The Song Dynasty was saved!"
Zhu Chongba frowned and was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "You are really good at sarcasm. Is the Emperor of the Song Dynasty so unbearable?"
Zhang Ximeng said sternly: "My dear benefactor, the Song Dynasty won the country unfairly. He was brought out of his mother's womb. Zhao Kuangyin and Chen Qiao mutinied, taking over the world of the Later Zhou Dynasty, bullying orphans and widowed mothers, and occupying the country. Emperor Gaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty sat back and watched the Central Plains fall, and his father and brother were captured.
Wanting to restore the country, he instead killed the famous anti-Jin general Yue Fei, destroyed the Great Wall, and bowed his knees. How could such a king command heroes? During the three hundred years of the Song Dynasty, he was defeated once by the Khitan, twice by Dangxiang, and three times by the Jin.
They were defeated four times by the Mongols, and were defeated miserably all the way, so that the country fell and China changed hands. The great rivers and mountains have become the Mongolian racecourse, isn’t it so unbearable!!”
Zhu Chongba nodded, "The Song Dynasty is indeed not good! We heard that Prince Yue was killed in resentment, and we were very angry. Now our Red Scarf Army wants to restore the Song Dynasty. Is this the only way to restore the Song Dynasty?"
Zhang Ximeng shook his head, "My dear benefactor, to reopen the Song Dynasty is not to restore the Song Dynasty, but to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty! Not to mention the Song Dynasty, since the three dynasties of Qin and Han Dynasties, the Central Plains dynasties have been inherited continuously. Although there were Wu Hu in the middle,
But there is still a corner of the south. Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Jian, was a descendant of the Han Dynasty Taiwei Yang Zhen. Nine states were unified and China was rejuvenated. Only after Yashan, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains fell into the hands of the Mongols. The hearts of the people in the world were full of grief and anger, and they were filled with blood and tears.
.In addition, the Mongols are cruel and tyrannical, and despise the southerners. A human life is not worth as much as livestock. How can a knowledgeable person not hate or complain? The purpose of reopening the Song Dynasty is to change the day!"
Having said this, Zhang Ximeng stretched out his hand and unfolded the Mulan Diagram.
"My benefactor, please look at this orchid. There are no roots or leaves in this painting. The person who painted it said that all the land was taken away. He considered himself a survivor all his life and would never be an official of the Yuan Dynasty!"
When Zhu Chongba heard this, he was greatly shocked. He couldn't help but lean over and stare at the painting. He looked at it again and again, and then he said: "This man has a lot of integrity!"
After sighing, Zhu Chongba said again: "I hear what you mean, reopening the Song Dynasty is secondary, taking back the land is the real thing! What Liu Futong and others said is just to gather people's hearts."
Lao Zhu quickly grasped the key point, and Zhang Ximeng nodded vigorously. They circled around the painting, chatting about people, the country, and the past... The more they talked about Zhu Chongba, the more excited he became. In the past, he was confused and couldn't understand things.
Then he woke up. He had long wanted someone to talk to him, but he had never met anyone who understood.
Today, I got what I wanted and gained a lot. As we were chatting, we even forgot about dinner. It was not until Ma came to find him that Lao Zhu reluctantly stopped.
When we got to the dinner table, Lao Zhu also told Ma, "In the past, we were just like being locked in a big vat. When little brother Zhang said this, we suddenly became enlightened. It's really enlightening."
Mrs. Ma was also happy to hear this. In the past, she was worried about Zhang Ximeng's temperament as a famous scholar and that she would not get along with her husband. But now it seems that she is overthinking it.
Ma smiled and served Zhang Ximeng some food, and said, "It seems like I'm going to have to trouble Brother Zhang in the future."
Zhang Ximeng said a few polite words and suddenly realized an opportunity.
If he wants to stay with Zhu Chongba, he must be of sufficient value. After all, no one wants to support a freeloader. Therefore, Zhang Ximeng considered: "My dear, just listening to the boy's words may not yield much. If
If my benefactor is willing to learn, it is better to start from the beginning and gain enlightenment."
Zhu Chongba felt something, and regretfully said: "We also went to private school when we were young, but our family was poor, so we only studied for two months. My eldest brother was getting married, so he used the money as a betrothal gift. Later, in Huangjue
I looked through Buddhist scriptures and recognized a few characters. We also want to study, but no one is willing to teach us."
At this moment, Ma couldn't help but laugh, "Isn't this ready-made? Just ask Brother Zhang to teach you!"
Zhu Chongba was startled. Apart from his youth, this boy seemed to have nothing wrong with him. He stood up suddenly and bowed deeply towards Zhang Ximeng, "Young sir, are you willing to teach us?"
Zhang Ximeng was startled by Lao Zhu's simplicity, and he quickly said: "My benefactor is willing to learn, so I will do my best. It's just that my knowledge is not high. My benefactor thinks highly of me. It's really my blessing. No need to be polite, say
To tell you the truth, my life was saved by my benefactor, and I don’t know how to repay him!"
What Zhang Ximeng said was so true that both Zhu Chongba and Ma were delighted.
Zhu Chongba said: "Sister, the little gentleman has agreed. You can prepare two more dishes and a bottle of wine. At least you can't neglect the little gentleman."
While Ma was preparing, Zhu Chongba smiled and said: "Maybe the young gentleman has guessed that we are the red scarves of Haozhou. Over the years, our parents, eldest brother, and nephew have died... and our family has been ruined.
We are at a loss, we hate this court!"
Zhang Ximeng nodded and sighed: "My dear benefactor, why don't you hate your family and your country?"
Zhu Chongba was stunned for a moment, and then he thought that Zhang Ximeng's parents had just died in the hands of officers and soldiers. The situation of both of them was very miserable. Lao Zhu looked at Zhang Ximeng and became closer to him.
"Little sir, we are not so sure in our hearts. There are still millions of troops in the court, and the situation of the Red Turban Rebels is not good! A few months ago, Sesame Li in Xuzhou was wiped out, and only Peng Da and Zhao
They all ran to Haozhou with their buttocks naked. Not long ago, news came that Bu Wangsan, the red scarf leader of Beisuo, was also dead. We are really afraid that we will not see the day of revenge, and our heads will fall to the ground."
This is indeed the most difficult time for the Red Scarf Army, and it is no wonder that Zhu Chongba is worried.
Zhang Ximeng immediately straightened his back and encouraged: "Young man doesn't understand the situation of the war... But my father said that the barbarians will not be able to survive for a hundred years, and it will be almost a hundred years since the founding of the Yuan Dynasty. The king is stupid, the powerful ministers are greedy, and the people are in dire straits."
.Coupled with the continuous natural disasters and the flooding of the Yellow River, the Yuan Dynasty has reached the end of the world. However, what the Yuan Dynasty is doing now will only force more people to become homeless, become refugees, and join the Red Scarf. In the long run, the Yuan Dynasty will definitely lose.
, the red scarf will definitely win! It’s just that the road will be a little more twisty.”
Zhu Chongba was shocked again, what he said made sense!
People like him who didn't want to rebel had to take up swords and guns. Thousands of people thought about Yuan Ting's demise. Even gods were powerless to save it.
Zhu Chongba suddenly felt that Zhang Ximeng's talent was rare and it would be a waste to keep it for his own enlightenment.
"Little sir, you are literate, able to speak, and have knowledge. You are really wronged here. When you get well, I will recommend you to see the commander-in-chief. I guarantee that the commander-in-chief will definitely use you.
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Marshal?
Guo Zixing?
Zhang Ximeng was not interested at all. After talking to Lao Zhu, he was already absolutely sure that this was the future Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang... In this world at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, unless he brought a sniper rifle and killed Lao Zhu directly, he would forget it.
Even if you are a time traveler, you may not be able to do it better than others.
Without him, just relying on Lao Zhu's ruthless drive to completely divide the rich and divided their land, the time traveler would be dead.
Zhang Ximeng is not yet twelve years old, and he is also a sick boy. He doesn't think he has the ability to work alone at the moment. In this case, holding Lao Zhu's thigh is perfect.
When many people mention Lao Zhu, they have a stereotype. Lao Zhu likes to kill heroes, and there will be no good end for following Lao Zhu. Not to mention people like Xu Da and Tang He, who died at the end of their lives and even died with the country.
Should those meritorious officials who were corrupt, perverted the law, and committed misdeeds deserve to be sacrificed? Just because they contributed to the founding of the country, can they be exempted from death?
Lao Zhu is an emperor who climbed up from the bottom. He is completely different from the kind of emperor who relies on the support of noble families to conquer the world. He has a deep hatred for corruption and has a very low tolerance for corruption. Naturally, he will not be polite.
In other dynasties, if the heroes were not greedy for power but only amassed wealth, it might still be a way to save their lives, but I'm sorry, Lao Zhu is different.
Then again, as long as you don't commit corruption or seize power, you can still live a very stable life.
Li Shanchang was killed because although he returned home, he was unwilling to be lonely and controlled the government. As for Lan Yu, he was so domineering and domineering that he died in a right way.
Of course, this does not mean that there are no unjust cases, such as Duke Feng Sheng of Song Dynasty, Duke Fu Youde of Ying State... But for Zhang Ximeng, he still has a choice. At worst, he can follow Mu Ying to Yunnan. The four seasons are like spring, and he can still see if there is nothing wrong.
Elephant, peacock, don’t let your little life be too beautiful!
What's more, Zhu Chongba has just surrendered to the army and is under Guo Zixing's command. He is not working alone... Then he might as well set an unrealistic goal for himself, change Zhu Chongba little by little, and make the foundation of Ming Dynasty more solid and stable.
Anyway, there are still more than ten years before the founding of the Ming Dynasty, and it is not time to think about what will happen in the next few decades.
While Zhang Ximeng was thinking, Zhu Chongba looked at him, wondering in his heart, could it be that this boy doesn't like the commander-in-chief? Is he unwilling to serve for the Red Scarf Army?
Maybe, after all, he is a scholar. Even if he has a grudge against Yuan Ting, he is not willing to be a thief and ruin his reputation...
While Zhu Chongba was deep in thought, Zhang Ximeng bowed and said solemnly: "My benefactor, I am young, weak, and not very knowledgeable. When I get to the commander-in-chief, I will only do bad things. If my benefactor doesn't dislike me, let me follow you."
Lord, please serve your benefactor!"
Zhu Chongba frowned. It was really interesting. He was unwilling to follow the commander, but he was willing to follow himself...
"Little sir, we are just a ninth captain now, why do you think so highly of us?" Zhu Chongba quietly changed his title.
Zhang Ximeng nodded vigorously, met Zhu Chongba's gaze, and said with a smile: "How about the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, he was just the head of a pavilion!"