I have to say that Ambassador Yang's evaluation of himself is very vivid.
In fact, Zhu Yuanzhang really needed people like him.
Because he is a loner, or there is no interest group behind him.
At this time in the Ming Dynasty, interest groups had been formed, with vassal kings as the core nobles, such as the King of Yan and the Xu family, the King of Jin and the Fu family, and Zhu Fan's father-in-law, Yongping Hou Xiecheng, Zhou
Wang and Feng Sheng, even the King of Chu still has his father-in-law Wang Bi.
These are all interest groups.
Therefore, Zhu Yuanzhang had to kill a bunch of people at once, because if you don't kill a bunch of people, it would be difficult to ensure that the rest of this interest group would not rebel.
Even if you really don’t have the ability to rebel, can you still defect?
Kill Fu Youde but not Xie Cheng?
What if Xie Chengyi was so scared that he simply fled to Beiyuan with his cronies? In the final analysis, he killed Fu Youde because he and the King of Jin were related, but Xie Cheng was the father-in-law of the King of Jin. In the same situation, people of the same level as Wang Bi and Cao Zhen
He has to die, let alone him. It’s not like he doesn’t understand. And such veteran generals who have experienced hundreds of battles are familiar with everything about the Ming army. Once they defect to Beiyuan, they will bring great help to Beiyuan! Even if they don’t defect,
As long as he deliberately causes mischief in future wars and causes the Ming army to lose the battle, it can be done. It can be said that as long as Zhu Yuanzhang has this idea, he will have to be ruthless.
Entire interest groups were eradicated.
This kind of true hero will not have any entanglements in killing.
This is a military commander.
Civil servants are also an interest group.
If it weren't for interest groups, there wouldn't be a North-South ranking three years later.
Zhu Yuanzhang is not dead yet!
They had already bet that Zhu Yuanzhang was too old to hold a knife, but they didn't expect that the bet was wrong. Even if Zhu Yuanzhang was old, he could still pick up a knife to kill people.
Almost thirty years.
Everything that should be there is already there.
But Yang Feng is different. He is purely airborne, or literally airborne. He has nothing to do with any interest groups in the Ming Dynasty, and he has no relatives. It can be said that in this regard, he is cleaner than Nine Thousand Years Old.
, then why not just let him out and bite whoever he wants like a mad dog?
No matter which interest group he bites off, Zhu Yuanzhang will ultimately benefit.
So what Yang Feng needs to do is to continue to act unscrupulously...
Pingwangyi.
"Don't move.
Mr. Zhang, I eat fast and chant Buddha's name, and I don't like killing.
Don’t force me to break my precepts!”
Yang Feng, who was wearing a nine-tube mask, took Yang Wen's memorial to Zhu Yuanzhang, looked at the wounded lying around and said.
Including messenger.
He just needs to be publicly robbed.
Otherwise Zhu Yuanzhang wouldn't know it was him.
If something like this happened, under normal circumstances, the courier would be exiled to the frontier at the least, and could be punished with death. However, knowing that it was him who did it, Zhu Yuanzhang knew that there was something wrong with the memorial, so he would not punish the courier.
Yang Feng walked out of the inn amidst wailing sounds. As soon as he left the door, he saw dozens of strong men on horseback approaching. Each of them was obviously not Han, but of color or mixed race, and they were not good-natured and had a temperament.
It can be seen that at least they have been on the battlefield.
He calmly stepped aside.
These people looked at the nine-tube mask on his face with confusion, but they probably didn't want to do anything, so they walked straight past and entered the inn.
Yang Feng was tearing up the memorial from behind and watching them go in.
"what happened?"
Angry shouts suddenly sounded inside.
Yang Feng smiled and threw the memorial that was completely torn into pieces into the ditch nearby.
Those lustful eyes turned around one after another, looking at him doubtfully.
Yang Feng stretched out his hand and waved in a friendly manner.
"It's him, it's him, he's the one who stole the memorial to His Majesty!"
The messenger limped out, pointed at Yang Feng and shouted.
"Ah, what are you talking about? Yes, I robbed it, but it has been torn into pieces now. You can pick it up if you like."
Yang Feng said.
The leader, Semu, sneered and drew his sword.
"Take it!"
he shouted.
Immediately afterwards, two semen rushed straight towards him.
Yang Feng watched calmly. The moment they arrived one on the left and the other on the right, he quickly passed by the two knives before they met at a speed that completely caught them off guard. At the same time, with one hand on each side, he grabbed their belts and roared.
, suddenly pulled down, and amid the neighing of the war horses, the two of them fell off the horse at the same time as he pulled down.
Then it hit the ground.
The force of the fall was so severe, and this was on a solid road, the two of them fell into unconsciousness.
Yang Feng, standing among them, continued to look at Semu across from him.
The leader Semu returned the sword to the scabbard, took off the flail from the saddle, and then dismounted directly and walked over. The following Semu silently took out their bows, also dismounted and put on the bow strings. The leader Semu arrived in front of Yang Feng and knocked down the flail in his hand without hesitation.
, Yang Feng quickly dodged, but this guy was very good at playing. Before he could hit him forward, the flail and short stick struck him horizontally. Yang Feng, who was not good at cold weapons, quickly retreated, but the guy swung it again, and the short stick struck him.
The stick hit him squarely in the chest and bounced off the bulletproof insert inside.
The man was stunned for a moment.
The front half of this short stick looks like a mace, but it actually has short spikes.
Normally, this would be a serious injury.
"Wearing armor?"
He said with a sneer.
"I am not good at martial arts, but I like to use equipment."
Yang Feng said frankly.
"If you hide your armor privately, you will be killed without mercy!"
Semu shouted.
Then the two men released the bow strings in their hands.
Two arrows hit Yang Feng instantly, and one hit his leg.
But still no penetration.
He has homemade raw silk armor on his legs!
Although I know it can be refreshed, it still hurts before refreshing. The torso, crotch protectors, knees, and elbows are all covered with body armor. The torso is made of hard panels and the rest is Kevlar. There is also a helmet on the head, but the other parts of the limbs are indeed
No.
Then use raw silk layered on top and then compacted with rivets to replace Kevlar.
Of course, silk is still much worse than Kevlar.
But it can be thickened!
It's nothing more than an arrow-blocking cloth. A few millimeters of Kevlar can be used as an arrow-blocking cloth. One centimeter of thick raw silk is enough, right?
In winter, you should wear cotton pants.
"It's my turn!"
Yang Feng moved his fist and said.
Before the Semu leader could react, Yang Feng raised his foot and knocked a Semu off the ground. The Semu leader stabbed forward with a flail in his hand. The Semu in the middle screamed and was knocked down, but Yang Feng appeared behind him.
, the fist in his hand hit the leader of Semu in the chest. Leader Semu also screamed and fell down, but was kicked away by Yang Feng before he landed. At the same time, the flail was in Yang Feng's hand. Then Yang Feng caught up and pushed the flail suddenly.
On his chest.
This guy continued to fly towards his subordinates.
Those with lustful eyes did not dare to shoot arrows, so they drew their swords and urged their horses forward.
The leader of Semu ran into them immediately.
Yang Feng threw out the flails in his hands at the same time, flying toward them with a roar.
In their confusion, Yang Feng pulled one of the men off his horse, got on his horse, urged the horse to gallop forward, and soon disappeared into the dense forest on the roadside...
Of course, it doesn't really disappear.
There's something wrong with these eyes, it's obviously from the army.
There are still a lot of dirty tricks in the Ming army.
These semu are usually compiled separately, such as semu in thousands of households, and they are found in the east, west, north and south. For example, in every guard in Guangzhou, there is a whole guard with semu. Although they and the suede boots are both semu, but later
"Zhe" is just a lowly status among the sexes. In fact, there are many other sexes including Wei status and Minzhi, including officials.
Including civil servants.
There were also lustful eyes among the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty.
But their presence here as civilians is highly questionable.
Yang Feng then changed his clothes...
Anyway, he had been wearing a nine-tube mask before, so he just needs to take off the mask now.
He immediately went south until he reached Shengze and found a teahouse by the roadside. He drank tea and waited. In the evening, these lustful eyes appeared, but the leader and the one he had injured were gone. They did not recognize him.
After leaving Yang Feng, he went directly to a hotel in Shengze to stay. Yang Feng watched them go in, then walked up to the inspector inspecting the business hotel, and took out a counterfeit waistband and waved it in front of him.
The inspector's expression changed when he looked at the words "Jinyiwei" above.
Yang Feng shook his head.
The inspection is very smart.
"Brother, why are you here? I haven't seen you for many days."
he said.
The archer next to him moved the chair.
"Who are those people?"
Yang Feng sat down and asked.
As for the Jin Yiwei waist badge, he carved it according to the original one.
Carved by myself.
Just a wooden sign.
His guards are the Jin Yiwei. Just follow their sign, so you don't have to find a way out. No one dares to forge this, and generally no one will suspect it is a fake...
The consequences of counterfeiting are too serious.
Even if there is no way to lead out the door and you are caught, it is nothing more than a ban or exile.
Fake this whole family's head falls to the ground.
The inspector had no suspicion at all. He just thought he was a spy from the Jin Yiwei. He looked at the clerk next to him, and the latter immediately got up and walked into the inn. He then came back with the store calendar, where he flipped through...
"The inspection was carried out by a salt merchant from Shanxi who is registered in Yangzhou. This time he went to the salt farm to sell salt. He was led by the road opened by Yangzhou Prefecture. There were 56 people in total. Four people were injured in the robbery at Pingwangyi. At present,
They stayed in Pingwangyi, so there were only fifty-two people left. The list was all on it. In addition to self-defense weapons, the items they carried were salt and money, but it was a bit questionable. After all, they were all for sex, and they looked
Not like a salt merchant either.
Salt merchants laugh at everyone, but they don't understand any of the rules.
Besides, there is no carrying team.
Zhejiang salt is from the province and Guangxin, so even if you go into the mountains, you still need a pack team."
The scribe said.
"Find someone to deliver a letter to Nanhui Station, quickly!"
Yang Feng said.
After speaking, he took out a marker, tore a piece of paper from the clerk, and quickly wrote a letter to Yang Wen.
The identities of these people are wrong. Tachibana had said before that there was another group of people. Maybe these were the ones. Let Yang Wen keep an eye on the injured ones first and control them if necessary. However, it is best to just keep an eye on them.
Shanxi Salt Merchant.
Originally from Yangzhou.
It's still hard to guess the identity.
At this time, salt merchants were basically from Shanxi.
A small number of Shaanxi people.
After all, it was most convenient for them to send grain to Jiubian in exchange for salt. It was not until the Wanli period when the currency was completely changed that Huizhou merchants were on an equal footing with Shanxi merchants. Then after Yangzhou was massacred in the late Ming Dynasty, the old salt merchant structure was completely cleaned up and started again.
In selling salt, Huizhou merchants had an absolute advantage.
Moreover, those who work in the Lianghuai Salt Fields are all from Yangzhou and Huai'an, and the scope of their salt sales also includes the Hangzhou Bay Salt Fields.
However, the sales scope is Zhejiang and part of Jiangxi.
"The sooner the better!"
Yang Feng handed the letter to the patrol inspector.
Then he took out a handful of bills...
"This, this, how to do this?"
The inspector said with a cheerful smile.
"Take it as long as it's given to you, the emperor still needs hungry soldiers!"
Yang Feng said.
"Then should we arrest these? As long as we suspect that there is something wrong with them, brothers can order them to be arrested first."
The inspector grabbed the banknotes and said.
He is on patrol and specializes in catching thieves. He has the right to arrest anyone suspicious first.
"No, don't alert the enemy!"
Yang Feng said.
He still has to wait for these people to make peace with the Japanese pirates!
He then went to Jiaxing, and then waited for these people in Jiaxing the next day, and then went to Haining and waited for these people again. In this way, with him in front and the people behind, he stopped at the Xucun Salt Field. Those lustful eyes came here
Afterwards, they waited for the receptionist, and then they went straight into a nearby mansion and never showed up again. It was obvious that they were waiting to meet with the Japanese pirates.
Of course, the premise is that they are really the next group of people Tachibana mentioned.
But it should be about the same.
After all, such a group of elite and lustful people came here inexplicably. They are obviously not salt traders.
He hung around waiting.
This area is full of salt fields. At this time, the Qiantang River Estuary was somewhat different from modern times, and Xu Village was already an important salt field.
However, the Liangzhe salt field was no longer as good as the Lianghuai salt field. After all, the latter had a vast enough coastal alluvial plain.
But this is still not pure sun salt.
It is still necessary to pour ashes to get brine, and then fry the salt. Because of this, making salt requires a lot of cooperation. These kitchen households are all militarized, that is, regiments. A regiment is a group of kitchen households, relying on the vast reeds along the coast for fuel.
, in addition, it is also used as a brine shop, using plant ash to absorb impurities.
However, the life of Zao households at this time was completely different from that in the late Ming Dynasty.
Now they are similar to state-owned factories.
There is a fixed quota for each ding per year. Once you have made enough salt and hand it over to the salt factory, you will also receive grain from the salt factory as a reward based on the fixed quota.
Once you've done enough, you'll be free.
You can farm or fish as you like, and you can continue to make salt if you want. The same is true of using salt and the salt farm in exchange for food. The salt farm must always have enough food in exchange, so that they will have enough food to eat. Zhu Yuanzhang will sometimes reward them.
Baochao. When the Ming Dynasty was monetized, salt merchants would buy it from them, and grain merchants would buy grain from them. Then wouldn’t this drain all their value?
When a salt merchant buys their salt, one tael of silver can buy one or two thousand jins.
Their one tael of silver may not be able to buy one stone of rice from the grain merchants. If there is a famine, it can be more than one tael of silver per stone. But at this time, the saltworks has a special disaster relief warehouse, and food relief will be given to them in times of famine.
The salt merchants made huge profits.
If you sell salt from Tianjin to Beijing, the price will increase five times.
From the Lianghuai Salt Fields to the Huguang Mountains, the price can rise up to sixty times.
Therefore, in the era of monetization, bottom-level producers have to be squeezed out of their last bit of blood and sweat. The kitchen households of the Ming Dynasty can be said to be a perfect example of this.