On the Yellow River, the fleet went down the river.
In the stern cabin of the flagship ship, Lao Liu was reading Lao Luo's manuscript.
After Liu Bei threw the child, Zhang Fei, armed with a snake spear, immediately rode on the Dangyang Bridge. He also ordered twenty riders to tie branches to the horse's buttocks, and galloped back and forth on the east side of the bridge. The dust started to rise, and Cao Jun was frightened, thinking that there was an ambush.
Dare to step forward...
Seeing this, Lao Liu scratched his chin and asked Luo Guanzhong: "Teacher Luo, what's going on? Isn't this my third brother's plan to distract the enemy that day? Why did he move here? Why, my third brother became
Mr. Zhang? My third brother is an extremely handsome man, and he doesn’t look like Zhang Fei either.”
Luo Guanzhong just didn't want him to watch this paragraph. Now that it was discovered, it was completely ruined. He said lightly: "Art comes from life. There is no shame in learning from it."
I thought I had borrowed a lot of stories from your family. The Battle of Red Cliff is based on the Battle of Poyang Lake, the serial plan, and the burning of Red Cliff were all written by your father.
"Sir, you are actually telling the story of my family, your incompetent Zhang Sijiu, and Chen Youliang in the late Yuan Dynasty, wearing the guise of the Three Kingdoms, right?" Zhu Zhen was stunned when he heard this.
"Hmph, if Zhang Sijiu could have listened to my advice and joined forces with Liu to fight against Cao, why would he have been defeated so miserably?" Teacher Luo did not deny it.
"But the strongest one at that time was Chen Youliang, not my father." Zhu Zhen shook his head and smiled: "Your family Sijiu never expected that my father would kill Chen Youliang in one battle. This is the key.
"Can he stop worrying and help Chen Youliang to kill my father? What will happen to him? How can he resist the wolf-like Chen Youliang? And he thought that this battle would definitely be long, so he chose to sit on the sidelines and wait for both parties to die.
Once you are injured, you will take the opportunity to pick peaches. Don't be a second-guessing person. This calculation cannot be wrong."
"Oh, it's all in the past, you can say whatever you want." Luo Guanzhong shook his head desolately, unwilling to continue this topic.
"Yes. It's all in the past, but some people are still living in the past." Zhu Zhen put down the manuscript paper in his hand and said lightly: "I'm not talking about you."
"I know." Luo Guanzhong nodded and said, "If I lived in the past, I would not get on your boat."
"I'm talking about the powerful families in Jiangsu and Zhejiang." Zhu Zhen said lightly: "They are still very disrespectful. I heard that they still call Zhang Shicheng 'King Zhang' and my father as 'Old Man'."
"Your Highness, shouldn't you first think about what Ming Dynasty did to them?" Luo Guanzhong retorted.
"Hehe, that's right..." Now it was Lao Liu's turn to be speechless.
Speaking of which, Boss Zhu's suppression of Jiangnan was indeed a bit excessive. One was to impose heavy taxes on economics. The four prefectures of Su, Song, Hu, and Jia that supported Zhang Shicheng the most were responsible for a quarter of the world's taxes.
Then in the early years of Hongwu, a large number of wealthy people from the south of the Yangtze River were forced to move to Fengyang, and a large number of powerful families were directly taken away.
There was also the rebellion case of Wei Guan, the prefect of Suzhou, which occurred in the seventh year of Hongwu, which implicated a large number of Jiangnan celebrities including Gao Qi in losing their heads.
As well as the closure of shipping companies in Taicang, Ningbo and other places that are not very eye-catching but have a huge impact on Jiangnan...
From this point of view, it is reasonable for Jiangnan people to treat Boss Zhu with disdain.
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"Okay, I admit, they have reasons to be dissatisfied. What my old man did was indeed wrong." Zhu Zhen said frankly.
"..." Luo Guanzhong glanced at Zhu Zhen with some surprise, but he didn't expect that this old man would not protect his shortcomings.
He said in his heart, although this boy is unreasonable and unreasonable in small matters, he is still okay and unambiguous when it comes to big matters of right and wrong.
"I told my eldest brother about the problems in Jiangnan, and my eldest brother also believes that Jiangnan should be treated equally," Zhu Zhen said, using another banner of his.
"His Royal Highness the Prince is kind and wise, which is really a blessing to the Ming Dynasty and a blessing to all people." Luo Guanzhong said sincerely. In fact, most of his expectations for the Ming Dynasty were pinned on the Prince.
"We decided to do something for Jiangnan first." Zhu Zhen said slowly: "For example, ask the old man to reduce taxes for Jiangnan, allow Jiangnan people in Fengyang to return to their hometown to worship their ancestors, and..."
After a pause, he said: "Reopen the Shipping Department."
"..." When Luo Guanzhong heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Your Highness has gone around a long way and finally got to the point."
"When you write novels, you pay attention to presentation. I also need to have a foreshadowing, right?" Zhu Zhen smiled and said without hesitation:
"Before, I asked the old man and eldest brother to come to the Shipping Department. I also know that the problem of the Shipping Department is very complicated. It is not as simple as reopening a yamen and re-managing Sino-foreign trade.
"So a few months ago, I sent people to the south of the Yangtze River to find out the bottom. Just before we left the capital, the people sent came back to report to me, saying that the Shipping Department was in trouble and it was difficult to return to its former glory."
"That's true," Luo Guanzhong nodded and said, "The people you sent are quite discerning."
"But I just don't believe in evil. Even if the Shibo Division is seriously ill, can't I start a new one?" Zhu Zhen said with the stubbornness of a young man on his face: "After all, who is obstructing me, secretly or openly?"
Even the prince and the prince can’t do it!”
As he spoke, he cupped his hands towards Luo Guanzhong and said, "Please teach me, sir, who is so awesome?"
"I'm not a maritime merchant, how can I explain it clearly?" Luo Guanzhong waved his hand and said, "Your Highness should hire someone else."
"Sir, you have served as a military advisor to Zhang Sijiu and have been with Jiangnan's wealthy families for many years. You should know something about it, right?" Zhu Zhen bowed deeply and said, "Please give me some advice, sir."
"Be arrogant at first and respectful at the end." Luo Guanzhong snorted, "I won't do this to you!"
"I know that you, sir, don't let go of the eagle until you see the hare." Zhu Zhen then smiled and said: "Well, I will give you a poem for you as the opening line of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". If it catches your eye, tell me about it."
Tell me, how about it?"
"Haha, His Highness can also write lyrics?" Luo Guanzhong couldn't help but laugh. In his impression, His Highness was very vulgar.
"Teacher Luo, don't look down on people like this." Zhu Zhen said without changing his expression: "I have a lot of things to do."
"Then I would like to read His Highness's masterpiece." Luo Guanzhong said with a rather disrespectful smile.
"Then we have an agreement?"
"It's settled." Lao Luo nodded.
Zhu Zhen picked up his pen and wrote down Banque's "Linjiang Immortal".
'the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.
Right or wrong, success or failure turns to nothing.
Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns……'
Luo Guanzhong was petrified on the spot.
This half-que chanting poem is definitely the best portrayal of "Three Kingdoms" and the best portrayal of myself in half my life!
And the word itself already has eight points of Su Dabeard's skill...
Luo Guanzhong looked at this half-que poem in a daze. In front of his eyes were the heroic deeds of the Three Kingdoms through the ages, and his own career as a middle-aged king.
At present, those eternal heroes with endless romance and their less-than-successful careers have all flowed away with the rolling Yangtze River, and have been completely lost in the long river of history.
Right or wrong; success or failure, fame and career are all gone. Only the green mountains still stand before our eyes, and the sunset sets again and again...
After a long while, he came back to his senses, wiped away his tears and said in a voiceless voice: "Where's down there?"
