Poor Yao Guangxiao tossed and turned in his room all night and didn't wait for Yang Feng to knock on his door.
He thought Yang Feng was playing hard-to-get with him.
A conspirator!
Isn’t that how everyone plays?
However……
On the Yellow River at dawn, Yang Feng, who had slipped away again, paddled the borrowed boat toward the other bank in the mist.
"I always feel that you are in a very unstable state right now. Is it okay for you to act so irresponsibly?"
The monitor said.
"What do you mean, I look like a mad dog?"
"Well, this word is more appropriate."
"So tell me, who do I need to be responsible for? Do I need to be responsible for the Ming Dynasty? Do I need to be responsible for the Zhu family? Do I need to be responsible for everyone in this era? Even I am not sure what this is in our history. A dynasty, or a country in a parallel universe that is the same as the Ming Dynasty we know, so what do I need to do to come here?
Of course you can do whatever you want!
I don’t need to abide by the laws of this era, I don’t need to be bound by the morals of this era, and I don’t need to care about the life and death of people in this era.
As long as I am not afraid of death, then I can completely let myself go.
You know over there that you must abide by the law, fulfill your duties, and protect your home and country, because you do belong to our country and you must perform your duties for our country.
me too.
But, is this our country?
no!
In this case, why should I think about it so much?
I can do whatever I want and do whatever makes me happy!
As for the results?
Do I need to take care of it?”
Yang Feng said.
This is the fact!
For him now, laws, morals, and responsibilities no longer exist. He has just landed in a place that is not even a foreign country. Everything here has nothing to do with him. He is not from this country. He's not even from this era, he just arrived here by accident. It's like a Jurassic Tyrannosaurus rex was thrown into the Serengeti savanna. Why do you still use the past to restrain yourself? Why can't you let go of your legs? Running freely?
There is an endless expanse ahead, and you can run as much as you want.
As for those little animals, they deserve to be trampled to death!
The only thing that can restrain him is death, but as long as he maintains his current indifferent state of life and death, he really has no scruples.
A time traveler arrives in an era that has nothing to do with him, carrying a set of cheats...
He has recently discovered that his physical fitness has become much stronger. In fact, he also felt that there was something abnormal at first, but he just didn't pay much attention to it. But now after starting this long-distance march, he noticed that he walked hundreds of miles a day over mountains and ridges without any problems. No feeling of fatigue, just take a good sleep and continue the next day.
This is obviously beyond his normal level.
Now even without relying on modern weapons, he should still be at the level of a fierce general.
"So Zhu Yuanzhang actually did the right thing, that is, he had to give you something to care about, and then tied you to his Ming Dynasty, from body to soul."
The monitor sighed with emotion.
So this is a mentality issue.
"Then it depends on his ability!"
Yang Feng said.
Seven days later.
Teng County, Shandong Province.
"I felt as if an unknown realm had opened up in my soul, and a voice from the shadows called me from a distance."
Yang Feng, who had traveled five hundred miles, stood in a piece of grass in the south of the county, looking at the distant mountains with gleaming eyes like a backpacker who finally saw his destination.
"speak English!"
The monitor said.
"That direction should be Qufu."
Yang Feng's affectionate gaze seemed to have passed through the mountains and saw a magnificent building and a portrait of a money rat tail...
Uh, no, there were no images of Money Rat Tail at this time.
"What do you want to do? He is the Duke Yansheng granted by Zhu Yuanzhang. Moreover, after killing Hu Weiyong and no longer having a prime minister, Duke Yansheng has automatically become the head of civil servants. The sacrificial land granted by Guang Yu is only two thousand hectares. Ming
The imperial court had hundreds of acres, and his family’s acres were still large, with one acre worth three acres, so it was equivalent to 600,000 acres. For Zhu Yuanzhang, who was stingy by nature, this reward was simply shocking..."
"Are there really so many?"
"What's the meaning?"
"You also said that Zhu Yuanzhang is stingy by nature, and Yan Shenggong is just like that to him. Besides, he has spares in Quzhou, so why should he be so generous to the Kong family?
Six hundred thousand acres, is the Kong family his biological son?
Wanli only granted King Fu 2 million acres of land, and actually received 1.3 million acres.
Is Zhu Yuanzhang's affection for the Kong family half as strong as Wanli's affection for Prince Fu?"
Yang Feng said.
"Yes, he seems to be a bit too generous."
"Go and have a look?"
"Go and see, this is a must-see!"
The monitor also became energetic and said without hesitation.
In fact, modern researchers have raised doubts about these two thousand hectares of sacrificial land, believing that it was probably forged by the Confucius family later, and then used this to legalize the civilian land they annexed, because the Ming Dynasty officially recorded that Zhu Yuanzhang was conferred the title of Yansheng.
There is no such land grant in the content of the Duke. After Xu Da conquered Shandong in the Northern Expedition, Kong Kejian, the Duke of Yansheng in the Yuan Dynasty, wanted to show his arrogance. He claimed that he was sick and sent his son to meet Zhu Yuanzhang. However, after being threatened by Zhu Yuanzhang, he hurriedly
He ran to see Zhu Yuanzhang.
Then he was granted the title of Holy Duke.
Of course, there must be rewards, but there is no such thing as these two thousand hectares of land for sacrifice.
Moreover, considering how stingy Zhu Yuanzhang was, it was unbelievable that he suddenly gave his family so much sacrificial land. This was treatment at the level of his own son.
Also questionable is the taxation of these sacrificial fields.
The Confucius family said it was tax-free, but the Confucius family in Quzhou was charged a land tax, and it was not low. It was not until the late Ming Dynasty that they asked for tax exemption. This is clearly recorded.
Do the Confucius family in the north and the south get two benefits when offering sacrifices to their fields?
Yang Feng, who immediately became energetic, hurried forward and soon arrived at a small village. It was already the harvest season, but this was not rice, but millet. The mature farmland around the village was full of crops.
The farmers harvesting crops, because it was almost noon, there were already people drinking water and eating on the roadside. It was obvious that they were very happy. Cows pulled the carts, and the carts were piled with bundles of millet...
"An old friend invited me to Tian's house with a chicken millet. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside."
Yang Feng could not help but become inspired by poetry.
"That's broomcorn millet, and that's millet. They are grown in places where there is water shortage in the mountains and Shaanxi. We don't have water shortage here, so there is no need to plant that one."
An old farmer drinking water next to him said contemptuously.
"Have you ever been to Shanshan?"
Yang Feng said.
"I have killed more people in Shanshan than you have ever seen in this life."
The old farmer said calmly.
Then he picked up the large porcelain bowl and drank the mung bean soup calmly.
Yang Feng leaned in front of him and looked at this old guy curiously. He was about sixty years old, but his figure was still strong, and there were several scars on his arms with rolled up sleeves that were not very obvious anymore. They should have been there when he was young.
Strong general.
"Were there any special people in Tengzhou in the early Ming Dynasty?"
he asked, looking at his watch.
"Hold on."
The monitor said.
The old man looked at Yang Feng's watch in confusion.
"Zhang Liangbi, one of the heroes in the late Yuan Dynasty, was as famous as Wang Baobao. Xu Da attacked Shaanxi. He was defeated and fled, living in seclusion in Wangkai Village, Tengzhou."
Then a woman's voice sounded.
Yang Feng looked at the old guy in shock, and the latter also looked at him...
"Are you Zhang Liangbi? How dare you be so high-profile when you haven't hidden yourself in the mountains and forests?"
Yang Feng said.
"What are you afraid of? It's not like Zhu Yuanzhang doesn't know I'm here. Now I'm just an old farmer in the countryside. I don't have less money and grain, and I don't have any shortage of corvees. I just farm here with peace of mind, and bring some
My descendants will be obedient citizens of the Zhu family. Does he need to embarrass me? You, the younger generation, are quite weird. Is this a magic weapon in your hand? Are you a monk? Fourth brother, bring a bowl to this monk.
!”
This man who could indeed be said to have killed many people in those days shouted to his son who should be his.
The young man, who was less than twenty, quickly put down the sickle in his hand and went to get a similar large porcelain bowl and placed it in front of Yang Feng.
Then he quickly turned around and continued working in the fields.
Zhang Liangbi poured a bowl of mung bean soup for Yang Feng.
Yang Feng still looked at this old farmer with some difficulty, as if this face was not very real.
This is the authentic group of heroes at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the kind of separatist force with territory. One of the four northern warlords who suppressed the Red Turban Army within the Yuan Dynasty. Wang Baobao, Polo Timur, Li Siqi, and Zhang Liangbi, four guys fought in the north.
A pot of porridge, the last bit of vitality of the Yuan Dynasty was tortured by these four bastards. Then Zhu Yuanzhang grew up happily in the south. After they tortured the little territory in the north that was loyal to the Yuan Dynasty until it was thousands of miles away, Xu Da took Ming Junhao
The mighty Northern Expedition was a devastating attack on most of the capital. In the end, Zhang Liangbi and Li Siqi teamed up to protect Shaanxi and tried to survive, but Li Siqi later surrendered.
Zhang Liangbi was defeated steadily by the Ming army's attacks. Although his brother fought the most costly battle of the Ming army's Northern Expedition in Qingyang, he was ultimately unable to defeat Xu Da.
He can actually still play pastoral songs here?
"Good people don't live long, but evil people live for thousands of years!"
Yang Feng sighed with emotion.
"Haha, the world is like this. There are so many good and evil, right and wrong. I am not a loyal minister in the old Yuan Dynasty. I am just a separatist like those vassal towns in the Tang Dynasty. Together with Polo Timur, I also dealt with Aiyou.
Shili Dara also killed countless people, and wherever he went, there were mountains of corpses. Shaanxi was almost wiped out by a few of us in the melee. Calculated in this way, it is indeed a serious crime, but in the end, he can still live in seclusion in the countryside.
, having children and grandchildren leads to a happy death.
From this point of view, the so-called good and evil, right and wrong, etc., are just deceiving those ignorant people."
Zhang Liangbi said with a smile.
Then he held his big bowl and looked kindly at his children and grandchildren who were busy in the distance, obviously very satisfied with this year's harvest.
"That's true."
Yang Feng said.
Then he silently took out his pistol and began to screw on the silencer.