Chapter 401 The so-called kindness is actually a traitor
Zhang Zhiyuan sat and looked at the Confucius Mansion, murmuring softly.
The words were sent to Kong Gongjian’s ears.
"I don't know how to read or write, and I don't know the saints. I only have a knife in my hand. I hope that the Confucius family will feel at ease."
The words that have been artistically processed by Tang Keke are particularly harsh in the ears of Kong Gongjian, the young but extremely intelligent leader of the next generation of the Confucius family.
These words are turned over and over, and they seem to be promises made to the Kong family. I hope that the Kong family will not have to worry about the harm that the traitors who are about to come in Zhang Zhiyuan's mouth will cause to the Kong family.
However, outside the Confucius Mansion, the Confucius family members who were looking at the fields instead of looking at the army had angry expressions on their faces and quite annoyed eyes.
This is not a promise.
This is a warning!
The inspiration came from a small military commander and the home of the most holy teacher that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Kong Gongjian's eyes changed a little, and he stared silently at the few messengers who rushed to Kong's mansion from the army formation. Even after twenty years of self-cultivation, layers of anger arose in his heart.
How has a thousand-year-old family ever suffered such humiliation?
Even when the Central Plains China was sinking, the Kong family was the only family with the longest inheritance in this land.
As strong as a big man, he died.
It was as prosperous as the Tang Dynasty, but it died.
Yingge Song Dynasty, died.
All gone, all lost to the vicissitudes of life, but the door of Confucius is always open.
The benevolent and Confucian heart of more than 20 years was shaken at this moment. Kong Gongjian tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, hoping that his demeanor as the heir of the Confucian family would not lose its sense of proportion in front of this group of Erqiuba.
"Please tell the general that the Confucius family is grateful. In the future, my father Yanshenggong will come to Beijing to meet the saint. I will always praise the general for his benevolent and righteous actions."
There was no prime minister in the Ming Dynasty, but there was still Duke Yansheng in the Ming Dynasty.
When he entered the imperial court, he was the first among the civil servants, and he was actually the leader in Confucianism in the world.
Naturally, the officers and soldiers did not understand what this young man from the Kong family meant. Several of the messengers who had been staying outside the Nine Border Fortress all year round, charging against the remnants of the former Yuan Dynasty, even looked at Kong Gongjian unscrupulously with their eyes.
Gradually there was more contempt.
They kill these unarmed scholars who only know how to hold scrolls and rest on the knees of beautiful women like chickens.
"If you hear your reply, I will bring it to you."
The ordering soldiers left a word, and they didn't know whether it was a problem with the horse or human intention. The officers and soldiers who had never dismounted turned their horses' heads. The hind hooves of the war horses stepped on the gravel and dust on the ground, and they whipped lightly with the whip.<
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The eyes of Kong Gongjian and other disciples of the Confucius family were covered by a cloud of flying sand and rocks.
His brother was already furious. He looked at the officers and soldiers leaving and waved his robes angrily: "How dare you, the soldiers, be so arrogant and domineering in the Confucius Mansion! Who can support me!"
Anger swirled in everyone's hearts and could not be calmed down for a long time.
Then something happened that made the disciples of the Confucius family, headed by Kong Gongjian, even more angry.
The officers and soldiers who had just arrived dismounted and took out shovels and pickaxes. Some people began to use the wall of the Confucius Mansion as a starting point to measure the distance of a full five miles. Although the distance could only be measured by hand-held tools, It fell hard to the ground.
Peng.
The ground outside the Kong Mansion was a bit hard, and the tools in the hands of the officers and soldiers fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.
When it reached the ears of Kong Gongjian and others, it was extremely harsh.
"What on earth are they going to do!"
"Do you think you can dig down the wall of my Confucius Mansion this way?"
Several disciples of the Confucius family kept chattering in Kong Gongjian's ears, scolding the officers and soldiers for their rudeness and arrogance.
However, the officers and soldiers did not care about the anger of these people.
Military orders have been issued from the Chinese Army. The general asked them to dig deep ravines five miles outside the Confucius Mansion, cut down trees to build watchtowers, and even trap horses in Luzhai.
The military affairs are heavy, and no one cares about what the Confucius Mansion, who is protected there, is thinking.
When the officers and soldiers put down their swords and picked up hoes, shovels, and rakes, the entire outside of the Confucius Mansion became a huge construction site.
Several cavalrymen rushed out from the Chinese army camp which was also under construction ten miles away. They held small horn flags in their hands and shouted to the officers and soldiers who were digging soil outside the Confucius Mansion.
"The general has ordered to dig deep trenches and cut down trees. Today, the Confucius Mansion is offering wine and meat to the army to reward the soldiers for their hard work."
The cavalrymen holding small horn flags kept shouting five miles away from Confucius' mansion, and their voices echoed over and over in the wilderness.
Originally watching the children of the Kong family digging trenches in front of their house, they were already filled with anger. Now that they heard the military order, they almost rushed to the front so that they could argue with these officers and soldiers about what the Kong family was about. I once said that I would offer wine and meat to them.
"Brother, they are throwing my Kong family's face on the ground and trampling on it!"
Kong Gongjian's younger brother's face turned red, his eyes were blazing, he looked at Kong Gongjian and complained loudly.
Seeing that Kong Gongjian didn't speak, his brother looked at the brothers in the clan beside him.
"Brother Jian, I, the Kong family, cannot sit idly by in this matter. I don't know if it is our face, the Kong family's face, or the ancestor's face that we have lost today!"
"Brother, I just want to say, if I can't let go of the Kong family today, then anyone in the future will be able to point their fingers at my Kong family and spurn them! How can my family sit back and watch this happen for a thousand years?"
"Gongjian, as the saying goes, what they say is rough, but what they say may be a bit perverse, but the truth is the same. I, the Kong family, cannot accept this insult."
After several young people expressed their attitudes, the disciples of the Kong family who were far older than Kong Gongjian also expressed their opinions.
Kong Gongjian looked very unhappy. Although he was the next successor of the Kong family, he had to listen to the opinions of his family.
However, looking at the army in front of him, Kong Gongjian's reason told him.
Zhang Zhiyuan, who came south from Beiping City, has been waiting for himself to make a mistake, waiting for himself to make a wrong decision, and he wants to use this to blame the entire Kong family, and then put the Kong family into a real crisis.
"Every brother has heard and seen that the army is looking around my house. I think the rebels will not dare to come close. They are just giving some wine and meat to reward the army, and it means nothing to my family."
Kong Gongjian, whose reason had the upper hand, hid his palms under his sleeves and looked at his brothers in the clan calmly.
Kong Gongjian chose to give in.
The children of the Kong family, who have always been noble, are not happy with it, but the eldest son has said so, and it doesn't help them.
Finally, the good mood of all the disciples of the Kong family who were present today at watching the tenants' crops grow had completely disappeared, leaving only resentment towards the soldiers and horses who surrounded the entire Kong family.
Kong Gongjian watched these clan brothers wave their robes and leave, shaking his head helplessly.
The face of the Kong family cannot be lost, but the lives of the Kong family are the most precious in the world.
"Go and visit the army and tell General Zhang that the Kong family will send the wine, meat, food and grass needed by the army to the camp on time today. Whatever the army needs, the Kong family will shoulder the responsibility." p>
Kong Gongjian sighed, and also sent someone to Zhang Zhiyuan's Chinese army camp to bring a message.
The servants of the Kong family who were waiting for Kong Gongjian immediately accepted the order, carried their robes, and went to the front camp where the Chinese army was setting up camp. They had already made plans to stay here permanently.
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Even late at night.
It was dusk, and the people who had escaped the sun went out to the fields to observe the fields that had already started to be watered and dried. It would probably take a few days to start harvesting.
The common people looked at the army that they had heard about during the day, and there was not much movement on their faces. They just took a few more glances at the continuous Kong family mansion that was surrounded and protected by the army.
Next to the Chinese army camp, on a hastily built watchtower tower 10 feet high, under the open roof on all sides, Tang Keke, dressed in military uniform, accompanied Zhang Zhiyuan, who was also wearing armor, and went up to the watchtower alone, leaving his soldiers behind.
Looking outside the camp.
After working hard in broad daylight, with the joint efforts of more than ten thousand officers and soldiers, a circle of ravines was formed five miles outside the Confucius Mansion to hide the calves of the officers and soldiers.
Outside the side gate of Confucius' Mansion, there were already carriages loaded with food, grass, wine and meat, waiting for the last goods to be loaded onto the carriages.
When all the things were moved out of the warehouse in the Confucius Mansion, the carriage in front of them was already driven by the servants of the Confucius Mansion and drove towards the Chinese Army Camp.
Tang Keke glanced sideways at Zhang Zhiyuan and whispered: "The Kong family chose to give in, and this opportunity was missed."
After muttering something, Tang Keke glanced at Zhang Zhiyuan with a somewhat resentful look.
In the military camps of the Ming Dynasty, there are several account books that are recorded in ink all year round. There are test books that record military achievements, and there are also account books for the income and expenditure of grain and grass supplies. There is also a thickest book, which is recorded every day, which is the marching and military management book.
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But now, in that marching and military management book, a record that I really don’t want to see has been added.
The recorded lines of text clearly explain that the reason why more than 10,000 soldiers and horses from the Sima Army Camp in Peking went south to Qufu to protect the Confucius Mansion this time were all proposed by themselves and approved by the general.
That’s the Kong family!
Tang Keke's eyes were somewhat erratic as he looked at the long queue of horse-drawn carriages being dragged out in front of the Kong family mansion.
Zhang Zhiyuan sneered: "Now that our army is here, can't we find new fighters?"
"Fighter?" Tang Keke raised his eyebrows, and suddenly his shoulders shook: "Are you really going to bulldoze the Kong family?"
Zhang Zhiyuan withdrew his gaze from outside the camp, turned to look at Tang Keke, and smiled slightly: "If they give me this chance."
His tone was unusually calm.
However, Tang Keke firmly believed it.
When he once again raised his eyes to look at the Kong family mansion where candles had been lit, Tang Keke sincerely hoped that this family with a history of thousands of years could really understand what the current situation was like and could truly surrender.<
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Why not just be a kind person?
Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes wandered, looking towards the wilderness, the dim place where the sunset could not reach.
"They are your people over there."
Tang Keke followed Zhang Zhiyuan's gaze and looked over. In that area where the sunset could not shine, there were several riders standing in the shadows holding the reins.
He nodded and looked back at Zhang Zhiyuan.
Zhang Zhiyuan said softly: "I will not care about your affairs. Just like, I have never asked about your origins. But now, if we want to solve the problem of Shandong Road, you and I have to
We will work together. If there is any overstep, I will write a letter to Your Highness to apologize afterwards."
Tang Keke's eyes flickered and he shook his head and said: "That's not it. They are just some shady people..."
Saying this, Tang Keke's eyes couldn't help but darken.
How could my identity ever be seen in the light?
Now, it's just that I changed my identity in the military anonymously, and I have a chance to continue living in the sun.
After thinking about it, Tang Keke took out a polished brass whistle from his arms, held it under his lips, and breathed gently.
The whistle makes a long and long sound that reaches far away.
Few.
The few cavalrymen hiding in the shadow of dusk began to urge the horses under them, and slowly came towards the Chinese army camp.
When the cavalry arrived at the wall of the Chinese army camp where wooden stakes had been buried and filled with earth and rocks, Tang Keke had already walked down the watchtower and reached the cavalry.
Standing on the watchtower, Zhang Zhiyuan saw the appearance of these people clearly for the first time.
Everyone looked expressionless as if they had a bad face, and there was no sparkle in their eyes. Several of them were wearing dark black armbands and leggings, with undecorated Yan Ling knives on their waists.
There was also a leather bag containing a short blazing gun, and a powerful crossbow hung from the waist.
The black-faced white-soled boots stepped on the stirrups, and his eyes swept around the surroundings over and over again.
When Tang Keke arrived in front of these people, there was no conversation.
Tang Keke took a small booklet wrapped with leather cloth from the leader.
When the handover was completed, the leader raised his head with calm and deep eyes and looked at Zhang Zhiyuan on the tower. His eyes were still calm and he had no intention of greeting the general who commanded thousands of troops.
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Just as when it came, it went away quietly and without attracting attention, until it disappeared into the shadows of dusk.
Deng Deng Deng.
Zhang Zhiyuan stood on the watchtower, listening to the sound of people climbing up the stairs from behind.
He said softly: "I saw their true faces today, and the soldiers in the camp must have seen them too. Isn't something going to happen?"
Tang Keke, holding the brochure in his arms, returned to the watchtower, shook his head and said, "We will never see them again."
"Oh?"
Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes showed curiosity.
Tang Keke explained calmly: "We are all hard-working people. After hard work, it is time for us to enjoy happiness."
Zhang Zhiyuan said oh again, and then said: "Is that what His Highness said?"
Only then did Tang Keke open the small booklet that was carefully wrapped in leather cloth. He opened the cover and read line by line, but the expression on his face gradually became more exciting.
After reading the entire book, Tang Keke couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
He looked at the Kong family's delivery convoy that was approaching the camp, and a hint of disgust appeared on his face: "I won't eat tonight."
Zhang Zhiyuan still doesn’t know what is recorded in that book.
All I can do is ask: "What did you write about?"
Tang Keke was picking and choosing in his mind for a long time before he said: "In the past, I thought wrongly. I thought that the home of the Holy Master could be kinder and kinder. But I didn't expect that it was exactly the same. Outside the Confucius Mansion, within thirty miles, there are all tenants of the Confucius family, and the rent is 30%."
"Huh?" Zhang Zhiyuan was a little puzzled and frowned: "If I remember correctly, 30% of the rent is not found in many houses in the whole world."
Tang Keke nodded and said: "Yes, that's not the case. The average rent is probably 50%. But in the Kong family, thirty miles away and within sixty miles, 80% of the tenants are tenants of the Kong family, and the land rent is all
Five percent.
Sixty miles away, Qufu, Yanzhou City, Wenshang, Jining, Jinxiang, Yutai, Juye, Jiaxiang, Tengxian, Zouxian, Feixian, Sishui, or 50% to 60%, or 30% to 40%, are all Kong
For every tenant, the land rent is 70%."
Carefully select and tell the least important parts.
After finishing speaking, Tang Keke seemed to be discouraged, and his shoulders relaxed.
Even Zhang Zhiyuan, who had killed countless people and broken countless formations outside the Nine Borders Fortress, couldn't help but open his mouth.
The two of them didn't speak again for a long time.
Outside the camp, the Kong family's carriage team docked with the Huotou Camp in the army and began to hand over food, grass, wine and meat, and bursts of cheers came from the camp.
Only then did Zhang Zhiyuan let out a long sigh: "They really belong to the Banfu family."
No matter how hard the Kong family works, the entire Yanzhou Prefecture can become theirs!
How long will it take for the world to be at peace?
How long has it been since the Ming Dynasty was founded?
Hongwu is only twenty-eight years old now, and a family with one surname can monopolize half of the mansion.
Its true nature can be seen clearly.
Tang Keke felt that the sage articles he had read and the sage thoughts he had studied were all collapsing.
If it were another person, he might not feel this way.
But this is the home of the Holy Master.
Past beliefs are collapsing.
Tang Keke shook his head with a sad face and said: "In the past, I thought that if there was a lot of greed in the world, there would still be good people. Now it seems that if the world is as black as crows, there will be no good people, and they will all be treacherous and sycophantic!" p>
As he spoke, Tang Keke handed the booklet in his hand to Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes.
Zhang Zhiyuan was a little confused and looked at Tang Keke with puzzled eyes.
"Can I also read these?"
Tang Keke curled his lips and shrugged: "Now, there is nothing we can't see."
Zhang Zhiyuan looked hesitant. From Tang Keke's face, he realized that something seemed to be wrong, and it might be far more serious than what he already knew.
He slowly stretched out his hand and took the booklet handed by Tang Keke into his hand.
Then, Zhang Zhiyuan frowned and opened the booklet.
Looking upstairs, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely cold.
When the last word was caught in Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes, his face was already covered in bruises. He closed the booklet heavily with both hands, then squeezed the book angrily and smashed it on the railing in front of him.
However, no matter how angry Zhang Zhiyuan is, he can't express it at this moment.
After a while, Zhang Zhiyuan finally spoke: "Japan will not eat today."
After finishing speaking, he added: "Tomorrow I will ask the camp to go to Qufu County to purchase rice grains."
Tang Keke nodded, but any normal person, as long as they see those recorded things, would no longer be able to accept those things from the camp.
He raised his eyes and looked at the brightly lit Confucius Mansion.
"Have we restrained ourselves a little?"
Zhang Zhiyuan snorted coldly: "The digging is too slow!"