Chapter 18 The traverser on the opposite side is going down the mountain!
the next day.
"Squad leader, why don't you believe me yet?"
In the early morning sunshine, Yang Feng sat in front of his big tent, peeling apples with a dagger, and chatting with the squad leader across six hundred years of time and space...
Of course, the squad leader couldn't really believe that he had actually traveled back in time to the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty.
However, the squad leader really couldn't find him. Although his signal was indeed displayed there, he was indeed nowhere to be found within the coverage of this thing. Therefore, the squad leader who was still performing the task just threw him to the
On the other hand, I continued to contact him when I had time this morning.
"Do you think I should believe it?"
The monitor said.
"What kind of relationship do we have? When have I lied to others? No, when have I lied to you?"
Yang Feng said while eating an apple.
Then a soft and frail figure appeared next to him...
"Sir, the servants have been sorted out."
The sixteen or seventeen year old girl saluted and said.
"Do you have any women there?"
The monitor said in shock.
"Ah, Zhu Yuanzhang's daughter was sent to serve me. Although Zhu Yuanzhang prohibited the Ming army and civilians from providing me with services such as food, clothing, housing and transportation, these are his daughter's maidservants and slaves belonging to his daughter. In theory, they are not considered citizens. Their nationality and slave status are
The status of slaves is clearly separated. Therefore, whether slave status can provide me with services is still a legal blank for the time being. At least until his imperial decree is revised, this kind of slave status is still not within the scope prohibited by the imperial decree, so he was sent to serve me.
Me.
There are grapes there, wash them and eat them yourself!"
Yang Feng pointed to the grapes in the bamboo basket next to him and said.
"Thank you, Master, for the reward."
The girl continued to speak softly.
This was indeed sent by the little princess. She just came here this morning. She must have a lot of maids there. After all, it costs 1,500 dan a year. As for the legal issues of slave status and citizenship, she herself argued with the officer. Later,
The author finally agreed.
I guess it was mainly because I didn't want to offend the little princess.
Besides, this is indeed not a big deal. His Majesty the Emperor has a strange relationship with Yang Feng. No one knows whether this guy will be cut to pieces in the future or become a prince-in-law, so there is really no need to be too strict. He is just a slave. Come on.
Just come.
"Didn't you say I wouldn't give you food or drink? Where did you get the grapes?"
the monitor asked.
"For the consulting fee, Zhu Yuanzhang asked me some questions, but I couldn't answer them in vain, so he had to pay with what I wanted."
Yang Feng said.
it is necessary.
Even though His Majesty the Emperor turned over his desk, the consultation fees that should be paid still have to be paid.
Golden words.
What's more, it's written in black and white and stamped.
So not only the fruits, but also everything listed on his list were given to the people who delivered them all morning. It happened that the little princess sent him this maid named Xiaoyu, so he simply threw it to her.
The little girl is very capable, so now the big tent behind him is well organized. There are charcoal stoves, pots and pans, rice bags and flour bags, and even a basket of vegetables, eggplants, cucumbers, beans, etc., even in front of Yang Feng
There are also a bunch of chickens pooping...
It's quite pastoral, but the style changes when you step on chicken shit.
"Sir, it's time to feed this pig."
Xiaoyu reminded him.
The imperial black pig was chasing the chicken, humping in the soil from time to time, and then wagging its tail in disappointment.
Because it was left outside overnight, it was washed clean by the rain. Yang Feng looked as if he saw braised pork knuckle.
"I have reported your matter, but no one believes me at all. I don't know the details. For now, I can only report it this way, but the place names you mentioned are of no use. Zhu Yuanzhang does have a daughter named Princess Hanshan.
, those temples did exist in the Ming Dynasty, but these are not secret things. Even if you don’t need a real historian, someone who is slightly familiar with history can still know.
Of course, I also know that you probably don’t know, but your superiors don’t believe it!”
The monitor said.
"Whether they believe it or not, I'm already here anyway. If they believe it, I can't go back. If they don't believe it, I can't go back either. But you have to help me in the future. If I need any advice, I have to come to you.
That’s right, you have to find a way to keep my watch.”
Yang Feng said.
Of course, the key is that his watch has a self-destruct function.
Once it is confirmed that he is killed or captured, the squad leader can control the watch to self-destruct.
Therefore, he must ensure that the squad leader is always fighting for him, and continues to let his superiors still confirm whether he is in the Ming Dynasty, instead of judging that he has been captured and rebelled...
Then you need to activate the self-destruct function.
Although this self-destruct function does not mean to blow him up by the way, it just allows the watch to burn itself.
"Okay, I'll try my best, but you still have to come up with something to make them believe, otherwise I won't be able to hold on for long."
The monitor said.
Xiaoyu next to her looked down curiously...
Yang Feng looked at her. Of course, it was mainly because something distracted him.
"Let me ask you a question, have any high officials died recently?"
he said.
"Prince Yiwen?"
Xiaoyu said cautiously.
"Well, I shouldn't ask you this question."
Yang Feng said.
He wanted to convince them that he had traveled to the Ming Dynasty. The simplest and most effective way was to give them an ancient tomb that had not yet been discovered. Six hundred years later, most of the tombs at this time would not be found. As long as he could give them
A tomb that still existed at this time but can no longer be found in modern times can be dug out. However, an estimate is not enough, and he does not know how many have been dug out in modern times. Zhu Biao definitely cannot do it. Zhu Biao's tomb is
Ming Dong Tomb next to Xiaoling Tomb.
"It seems I have to go and investigate for myself."
he said.
Then he stood up and put on his backpack...
"What?"
He looked at the officer who immediately blocked him.
"Without His Majesty's will, you are not allowed to leave this place without permission."
said the latter.
At the same time, all the soldiers took out their weapons, and they even had a few small cannons, all of which were quite strange in shape.
But at least it's very powerful at close range.
"Does your emperor's imperial edict prohibit me from walking around the city?"
Yang Feng said.
"this?"
The officer was confused for a moment.
Indeed, His Majesty the Emperor's imperial edict did not prohibit his activities, but he was only not allowed to leave the city gate or climb the city wall...
Of course, you can't leave the city this way.
But the imperial edict did not say that he was not allowed to move freely in the city!
"He didn't restrict my freedom. What the hell are you? Do you have more power than him? Then I want to ask your emperor, do you have more power than him?"
Yang Feng said.
The officer turned pale with fright.
Then, while he was still dazed, Yang Feng was already heading down the mountain proudly.
"Stop him!"
Only then did the officer wake up and hurriedly shouted to the soldiers.
The next moment, the grenade from the rifle in Yang Feng's hand was fired. The four-zero grenade bounced and exploded, sweeping the surroundings with those tungsten alloy beads again. The Ming soldiers wearing cloth armor immediately fell down, Xiaoyu screamed in horror, and then Yang Feng's
The second grenade hit the front of another group of Ming troops. He had actually restrained himself. These grenades exploded about five meters in front of them. Although the cloth armor on their bodies could not stop the bullets, this small tungsten
Alloy beads are still available.
At least it can reduce the lethality to the greatest extent.
Of course, even if they were really killed, it can only be said that they were unlucky.
Yang Feng doesn't care about a group of strangers from six hundred years ago. In his eyes, these people are probably no different from the background boards in a game...
"Let's fire, let's fire. If you kill me, your emperor will probably have to raid your home."
He looked in the direction of those small cannons and said.
The officer who was hesitating while holding the torch was so frightened that he quickly threw the torch away.
Indeed, he cannot be beaten to death. No one knows the consequences of beating him to death. This can be a candlelight dinner with His Majesty the Emperor.
Although His Majesty the Emperor later overturned the table.
but……
Still have to be safe.
Who has ever seen someone who can make His Majesty the Emperor lift the table and continue to be so arrogant?
"Quickly, report to the commander!"
The officer got up from the ground, covered his injured arm and shouted.
In fact, he was indeed not sure whether His Majesty the Emperor would allow Yang Feng to move freely. The imperial edict did not prohibit his freedom. Zhu Yuanzhang only asked them to watch carefully last night, but did not ask them to imprison Yang Feng, so at this time, he still let
Give the order from above. The main reason is that they have nothing to do with Yang Feng and cannot kill him. This is clear, but if they want to stop him without killing him, they will have to suffer his bombs, and this
The thing is obviously too cruel.
Better be smart.
Yang Feng had no interest in caring about them and walked straight down the mountain. Immediately afterwards, the Ming troops formed an encirclement around him again.
But it didn't stop him, but just surrounded him and moved with him.
Yang Feng walked proudly on the mountain road, like an unknown star, leading his huge security team. Then they went down the mountain. Due to street restrictions, the security team had to shrink and stretch, which also affected the pedestrians on the road.
They were driven aside. The curious people crowded under the eaves, pointing and looking at Yang Feng, who was strutting in the middle. Yang Feng was still walking as if there was no one around, but he didn't know anyone in this city, so he really didn't know anyone.
Just soup and harmony...
"Where is your Lord Shinkuni?"
he asked.
There was no one around to answer.
He wordlessly picked up the gun and fired a shot at a big tree...
"Don't make me wait!"
he said.
But still no one answered.
It is obvious that the people of Ming Dynasty are still quite strong in their folk customs at this time, and this cannot deter them.
"You don't need to look for him, just ask me if you have any questions."
A very haggard old man in the crowd said slowly.
"Who are you?"
Yang Feng asked.
"The old Zhou Dexing."
said the old man.
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