It was the height of summer, and even the Gyeonggi area was extremely hot, especially at noon when the sun was blazing overhead. The drought-ridden vegetation and crops all drooped and looked like they were dying. The marching soldiers and mounts were not much better either.
The soldiers took off their coats and put them over their heads for shade. The horses were also listless. They were sweating profusely after walking for more than ten miles. Some soldiers who cherished their horses even dismounted and walked.
"There are still five miles ahead of Daxing. Let's find a place to rest in the cool air at noon," Li Muchian suggested.
Chang Yu, who was sleeping in the car in a daze, agreed.
There is a Feng River in the east of Daxing City. During the drought, the river flows like a stream. The soldiers found shade on the bank to rest, eat dry food or feed their horses with water.
There were working people resting under the shade of trees in the distance and looking here from time to time. Chang Yu got off the car and washed his face in the river. When he came ashore, he saw Li Muchian talking to the people in the distance, and even distributed his own dry food to the people.
They eat.
"Niubi is actually a good person," Wu Zhong muttered while chewing dry food: "A person who wants to help the world is either a liar or a saint, but he is both."
Hehehe, Jia Waixiong laughed sinisterly from the side: "Is he the same as that saint from Shandong?"
Wuzhong didn't react for a moment. "Is there a saint in Shandong? A high-level monk or a Taoist priest?"
"He is talking about the descendants of Saint Kong, right?" Qiao Sanxiu interjected from the side, and Jia Waixiong laughed: "No, he was a saint conferred by the imperial court, and his life was as good as a cow's nose, and his reputation
Even the emperor of Dalian is more respectful to him than a bull-nosed person...a saint with a bull-nosed nose is nothing more than a hairy saint."
"In our eyes, that saint is not as good as a hair on the body of a Taoist priest." Chang Yu came over and said, "He talks about benevolence, righteousness, and morality but does not do a single thing. He has been earning fame for dozens of generations. He is extremely shameless."
"Oh, Lord Governor, you can't say that. The Holy Duke Kong Jiayan was appointed by the royal family of all dynasties and has been respected by the government and the public for nearly a thousand years. You can't say that." At some point, Li Muchian came over and heard Chang Yu curse.
, waved his hands anxiously, thinking to himself that this little eunuch doesn't like anyone, and now he has cursed the saint.
Ha, Chang Yu curled his lips: "Respected by the government and the public? Dare I ask him what is it about the Kong family that is worthy of respect and respect?"
Kong Shengren will not talk about it, but he said that since the founding of Song Renzong, the Jin people came and surrendered to the Jin people, and the Mongols came and surrendered to the Mongols. He shouted to Li Zicheng that long live Emperor Yongchang, and the Manchus surrendered to the Qing Dynasty.
In the Qing Dynasty, when the Germans came, they took the portrait of Wilhelm II close to their stomachs. After Yuan Shikai's restoration, he built up momentum and said he would ascend the throne as soon as possible. After Zhang Xun's restoration, he called the whole world to celebrate... Anyway, it was extremely disgusting. Fortunately, Chiang Kai-shek was wise enough to directly make the last emperor Yan Shenggong
Kong Decheng captured Chongqing to avoid surrendering to the Japanese, but even so he miscalculated. Kong Lingyu, who stayed behind in the Confucius compound, invited a large group of Japanese invaders to a banquet in Qufu...
Eight hundred and eighty years, seventy-six generations of domestic slaves, twenty-five emperors and ministers, kneeling with whomever came. His knees were so soft that they were boneless, but the whip in his hand was very hard, and he was never soft on ordinary people.
And just like this, relying on a pair of weak knees, it became the longest-lasting aristocratic landowner estate in Chinese history. After nearly a thousand years of management, the Kong Mansion owned millions of acres of land across five provinces. Through rewards from the court, land annexation and accumulation
An unimaginably huge family fortune.
Perhaps because of the preservation of the value of these properties, the head of the Kong family "had to" choose to surrender to every possible new ruler. At least this was the main reason behind his constant surrender.
As for why the rulers of all dynasties still respected him as Duke Yan, the reason is too simple. After thousands of years, Confucius's Confucianism has already penetrated into the blood and souls of the people. The imperial court wanted to use Confucianism to govern the country.
Just rule the world.
"I thought he was a very great person, but after hearing what the factory supervisor said, I suddenly felt that he was not a toy. He is polite and honest every day, and he is the most shameless person." Jia Waixiong sighed, Wuzhong was nearby
He laughed loudly: "We are all the same damn person. No matter how high our title is or how decent our clothes are, there is no difference between us."
Who are we? Jia Waixiong asked sideways, and Wuzhong shrugged: "Cocks crow, dogs robber, men rob and women prostitute."
Qiao Sanxiu smiled bitterly and shook his head, while Li Muchian stared at the river in silence. Sometimes the little eunuch has extreme ideas, but what he says always has some evil truth. It is indeed as Jia Waixiong said, according to what he said
, this Kong Mansion is really disgusting.
"Factory Supervisor, have you ever met Yan Shenggong?" Jia Waixiong asked curiously.
Chang Yu shook his head: "I have only heard of his name but not of the person. I heard that his name is Kong Yinzhi. He is the 64th grandson of Confucius and the 65th generation of Duke Yansheng."
Chang Yu hates this person very much.
Historically, Kong Yinzhi was a "sage" who first welcomed the invaders and then the Manchus. The Qing army issued an order to shave their heads in the second year after entering the customs. He led his tribe to shave their heads first to set an example, and even gave a "head-shaving memorial" which was disgusting.
In order to better rule the world, the Qing court naturally tried to win over them, even more than before, "all should follow suit" and "expected to be good"
Even when he came to the capital for an audience, Emperor Shunzhi personally welcomed him. When he entered the court, he was a super powerful person, and he was given a residence on Taipusi Street in the southeast of the imperial city, which was also the prefecture of Xuancheng Bowei.
Next to the Earl's Mansion in Spring, this is the Duke Yansheng's Mansion in Beijing.
Of course, the Ming Dynasty has not yet died, and Duke Yansheng's mansion is still in Qufu.
"It's not difficult to see him. Since we're just on our way, it's better to pay him a visit." Chang Yu said and smiled at Li Muchian, his expression was very interesting.
Li Muxian's heart trembled and he blurted out: "Sir, you need to think twice about this matter!"
Chang Yu laughed and said, "Think twice about it. After all, our family has a great talent who is famous in the capital. Why not go to the Saint's Mansion to visit him?"
This... Li Muxian frowned and said in a low voice: "Sir, there are some people we can't offend, but we can't offend them. If we touch them, everyone in the world will jump up and scold us. At this time, why should you...
"
Chang Yu snorted and raised his hand to look at the people working under the scorching sun in the distance: "There are people dying of hunger everywhere. If I can get a measure of food, I will not be afraid of being scolded by the world. Besides, isn't he a saint? Since he talks about benevolence and morality, he donates some food for relief."
What happened to the people?"
Li Muxian sighed: "Let nature take its course, but don't act rashly. No matter how much you disdain Yan Shenggong's Mansion, it is still highly respected by emperors of all generations. His disciples are all over the court and the public, and the three religions and nine streams are pervasive. If you break a blade of grass in his house, it will be destroyed."
Anyone can drown you with spittle."
"Let's talk about the local area." Chang Yu looked relaxed, as if he didn't take Li Muxian's words seriously at all. Wuzhong and Jia Waixiong looked at each other and frowned: "Isn't the governor going to rob Nayan Shenggong?"
"Rude" Chang Yu rolled his eyes, "How could a humble gentleman like this governor do such arrogant things?"
Fuck, Wuzhong couldn't help but muttered: "I'm going to pee."
"I'm going too." Jia Waixiong also hurried away.
After repairing in Fenghe for nearly an hour, Chang Yu ordered to break camp and continue marching. Although the weather was hot, the people were still working in the fields. What right did an army officer have to complain!
The journey was slow and slow until the heat subsided in the evening. Chang Yu got off the car and changed his horse and ordered to rush forward. When it got dark, he entered Yongqing County. Although it was still Shuntian Prefecture, it was already a hundred miles away from the capital.
While they were looking for a place to rest so that they could continue their journey while the night was cool, Chang Yuzheng and Li Muxian murmured that the soldiers from the front came to report that there were soldiers and horses repairing five miles away.
It must be Shenji Camp!
Chang Yu easily guessed it right. After all, all the soldiers and horses in Lijing were cavalry, and they were one day ahead of him. The only one who could catch him up so quickly was the Shenji Battalion, which carried artillery, ammunition and baggage.
When Chang Yu arrived, Wu Weiying was washing herself in the river and having a lot of fun.
The river is Yongding River.
"After crossing the river, walk another thirty or forty miles to Yongqing County. If we rush at night, we can rest there tomorrow morning!" Wu Weiying and Chang Yu were sitting on the bank of the field on the ridge of the field, holding small wooden sticks in their hands and pulling them.
"It's too hot during the day, so we'd better go while it's cool at night." Chang Yu frowned: "It's really miserable to fight in the forest on such a hot day."
"Actually, the fear of fighting in the forest is not the heat, but the rain!" Wu Weiying shook her head with a bitter look on her face: "The dampness, miasma, mosquitoes, snakes, and rats make life worse than death... Oh, forget it." She couldn't help but hit her as she said this.
A thrilling spirit.
Chang Yu deeply believed that jungle warfare had never been easy to fight. There were so many cutting-edge high-tech weapons in later generations, but they did not bring much benefit in the mountains, such as the Vietnam War.
"So, it's best to lure them out of the mountain and fight them!" Chang Yu said casually, but Li Muxian and Wu Weiying were stunned, and then even himself was startled.