Early the next morning, the father and son opened the door.
The thin horse stood quietly in front of the door, not tying a rope nor running around. When he saw them appearing, he snorted to show their closeness.
Then, the skinny horse wandered to the corner of the yard to eat the weeds under the fence.
The army horse is very difficult to take care of. It has to be fed with bean cakes and salt water, and the night grass cannot be cut off. But the yellow gelding in front of me is easy to take care of. It doesn't need to worry about anything, it just knows how to find food.
Of course, with such a slim figure, it would be difficult for people to ride on it, and it might not even be able to carry dozens of kilograms of cargo.
Tian Er's wife was sweeping the floor, while Tian San's wife and several children were working in the vegetable field not far outside the courtyard.
Zhu Ming walked over and asked: "Auntie, is Uncle Tian going out?"
Tian Er's wife is not simple either. She starts telling lies: "She went to work in the fields at dawn."
Ju Ming made insinuating remarks: "In today's world, life is difficult."
"Isn't that right?" The woman also complained, "Winter is getting colder and colder, and the weather is also very chaotic. There will always be two months of drought in summer."
The temperature began to drop in the mid-Tang Dynasty, fell to the bottom in the late Northern Song Dynasty, and then warmed up for a hundred years in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Even when the temperature was the highest in the Southern Song Dynasty, it did not rise to the level of the late Tang and early Song Dynasty. By the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the temperature fell to the bottom again, and it recovered slightly in the Ming Dynasty. However, the highest average annual temperature in the Ming Dynasty did not reach the level of the Southern Song Dynasty.
Peak.
The average temperature at this time is about the same as that of the late Ming Dynasty, and about the same as the early Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty.
Little Ice Age!
Ju Ming added: "This mountain is isolated, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the officials can't care about it. I think it will be better than the south."
The woman said: "There are no official families, there are still local emperors."
Ju Ming asked: "Which local emperor?"
Women stopped answering.
Ju Ming asked again: "Do you in the mountains know the emperor's new year's name?"
"Is there another new year number?" the woman asked doubtfully.
"Which era name are you using?" Zhu Ming asked.
The woman said: "What Ning? I can't remember it."
Although Zhu Ming already had bad thoughts after hearing "Ms. Cai" yesterday, he still took a chance and said, "Xining?"
The woman shook her head: "No."
"It can't be Chongning, right?" Zhu Ming's heart sank.
The woman immediately remembered: "Yes, yes, that's Chongning. This year is the twelfth year of Chongning. When I got married, it happened to be the first year of Chongning. I remember it clearly."
In ancient times, rural people basically did not remember the emperor's reign name, and usually used the heavenly stems and earthly branches to calculate the year. It was not easy for Tian Er's wife to know the Chongning reign name.
It's just that the news is lagging behind. Chongning only has five years, so where does Chongning's twelve years come from?
The so-called twelfth year of Chongning should be the third year of Zhenghe, which is 1113 AD.
Ju Ming left dejectedly, walked to his father, and whispered: "We are out of luck."
"What's the matter?" Zhu Guoxiang asked.
Ju Ming said: "We have indeed traveled to the Northern Song Dynasty, and the current emperor is Song Huizong."
Zhu Guoxiang confirmed: "Is it the one in "Water Margin"?"
"That's that man," Zhu Ming said depressedly, "In more than ten years, Jingkang will be humiliated. It has been less than ten years since the heroes of Liangshan revolted, so we can go and play with Song Jiang."
Zhu Guoxiang said: "Song Jiang is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, and will never achieve anything. It's better for us not to get involved."
Zhu Ming was enjoying the pain and actually laughed: "The real Song Jiang was cunning, ruthless, and unruly. He was forced to accept the imperial edict because he was blocked by the officers and soldiers. He was eventually killed by the court because he surrendered and then returned.
I want to rebel, and I don’t want to be bullied by the imperial court anymore.”
"We are robbers after all," Zhu Guoxiang said. "We came here not to be robbers. We can get rich by farming, and I have a lot of advanced agricultural knowledge. As for the Jingkang shame, as long as we become landlords, the Jin Kingdom will call the president
You won’t kill all the landowners, right?”
Zhu Ming didn't like hearing this: "Dean Zhu, you are greedy for life and afraid of death. Do you have any national integrity?"
Zhu Guoxiang said: "In the long run, the Kingdom of Jin also belongs to the dynasty of the Chinese nation."
"No," Zhu Ming said in a different way, "when the Jin soldiers go south, how do you know you are safe? They are going to rob and kill people everywhere."
Zhu Guoxiang thought carefully and said: "We can go to the south and slowly develop into big landowners, and the Southern Song Dynasty can last for a hundred and eighty years."
"What about the Mongols coming? Don't you think about your descendants?" Ju Ming asked.
Zhu Guoxiang said: "As long as you are a big landowner and surrender when it is time to surrender, the Mongols will not be able to kill you indiscriminately."
Zhu Ming was convinced, because it was really like this.
Even under the rule of the Yuan Dynasty, the big landowners in the south of the Yangtze River lived more prosperously. Zhu Yuanzhang established the Ming Dynasty. There are still many big landowners who miss the benefits of the Yuan Dynasty.
"No, no," Ju Ming said, "Since we have traveled back in time, we cannot let history repeat itself. The invasion of the Yuan Dynasty only benefited the big landowners in the south, and how many civilians died. Moreover, the invasion of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty caused the decline of Chinese civilization in science and technology and culture.
The field has completely regressed.”
Zhu Guoxiang asked: "Can you govern the country? Can you fight?"
Ju Ming said: "You can learn."
"Anyway, I only know how to farm," Zhu Guoxiang said.
Ju Ming said sarcastically: "This is a feudal society. If you know how to farm, you can make a fortune? Corrupt officials, bullies and powerful people can eat you to pieces. You managed to save thousands of acres of land, and finally saved thousands of dollars."
All the family wealth will be lost if I pin any charges on you."
Zhu Guoxiang was silent. He thought his son was right. It was indeed difficult to be a big landlord without a backer.
Ju Ming continued: "Ancient China was a bureaucratic society, and we still had to be officials. Even if we couldn't be officials ourselves, we still had to find someone who was an official to protect our interests."
"I can't write the Four Books and Five Classics, nor can I write eight-legged essay." Zhu Guoxiang said.
Ju Ming said: "The tests in the Song Dynasty were not about the Four Books, Five Classics and Eight-legged Essay."
Zhu Guoxiang asked: "What is the test?"
"I can't explain it in a few words, and it's really not easy to take the exam," Zhu Ming said. "It's best to take a shortcut and become an official directly without passing the imperial examination. Hmm... Can you grow a few ears of rice? This thing
It can be considered as an auspicious offering."
Zhu Guoxiang could only provide his son with popular science: "The multi-ear rice is a genetic mutation that scientists cannot control."
Ju Ming scratched his head and said, "What about other crops? You can always grow something special."
Zhu Guoxiang thought carefully and asked: "Is Ganoderma lucidum considered auspicious?"
"Can you grow Ganoderma lucidum?" Ju Ming was delighted.
Zhu Guoxiang said: "Ganoderma is an annual fungus. Let alone ten-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, it is impossible to have even ten-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. But I can try to grow Ganoderma lucidum to be larger than a millstone within one year."
"Dean Zhu, you are so awesome," Zhu Ming was delighted. "When the time comes, hold up the Ganoderma lucidum as big as a millstone and place it in front of the official as an auspicious sign. Even if you can't get close to the emperor, you can still please the official.
Yes, you can get a lot of benefits!”
"Is it really that easy?" Zhu Guoxiang questioned.
Ju Ming said: "Song Huizong liked strange things, and asked his officials to search for strange things all over the world. If something is good for the superiors, it will be effective for the people below. Those officials also like strange things. Ganoderma lucidum as big as a millstone is guaranteed to be effective.
Let us gain a foothold in the Northern Song Dynasty!"
Zhu Guoxiang asked: "Then shall we go to the south? If we become big landowners, the south will be safer than the north."
"We can't go to the south," Ju Ming said. "If we go to the south, the only way is to become a rich man. We have to stay in the north and work hard to develop our strength. If we can't change history, we can at least raise our own troops to fight. Hebei can't
Go, it’s too chaotic there. Shanxi and Shaanxi are also unreliable, with a bunch of military leaders. Hanzhong is just right. It can go out from Shanxi to the north, or occupy Sichuan in the south. It is an excellent base for fighting for the world!"
"Can you please wake up? Leading troops to fight is not playing video games!" Zhu Guoxiang was speechless to his son.
Zhu Ming is not a stickler for rules, otherwise he would not have quit his job in a state-owned enterprise to engage in self-media. He held up a sword wrapped in a torn sweater and said with a strong second-class aura: "A man is born in troubled times, so he should carry three feet with him."
The sword can achieve unparalleled achievements!"
Zhu Guoxiang felt that his son was mentally abnormal and had reached an advanced stage of mental illness.
After thinking about it, Zhu Guoxiang said: "Don't think about making great achievements now. We have to find a place to settle down quickly. We don't know where to have our next meal."
"That's right," Zhu Ming thought, "you should first get a piece of land and obtain a legal status. You can grow Ganoderma lucidum as big as a millstone, solve the ration problem, and at the same time inquire about local officials and powerful people. As long as you curry favor with the officials,
You can become the principal. Once you have the identity of the principal, you can become an official!"
"What is the main household?" Zhu Guoxiang asked doubtfully.
Ju Ming simply explained: "Those who pay taxes to the court are the principal households, and those who do not pay taxes to the court are the customers. Customers live under the patronage of the principal households. You can understand them as tenants, domestic slaves, bonded workers, etc. This status is the recipient of the title.
It is recognized by the court, and the court encourages customers to upgrade to households because it can increase tax sources for the court."
Zhu Guoxiang said: "Our origins are unknown. I'm afraid it will be difficult to obtain legal status, right?"
Ju Ming said: "It's very simple. Household registration in ancient times was very chaotic, and there was a lot of room for manipulation. It depends on the situation."
No matter how good the plan is, food and clothing must be provided first.
In the middle of the morning, Tian San's two sisters-in-law took their children to the fields to deliver food. Tian San was indeed hoeing the fields with his teenage son.
As for Zhu Guoxiang, Zhu Ming and his son, they also have a bowl of vegetable porridge to eat.
Not much food, better than nothing.
"Will you give me food money? The Tian family is quite poor." Zhu Guoxiang was a little embarrassed.
Zhu Ming said: "When we get the money, we can repay the Tian family for the meal."
Around noon, Tian Er suddenly came back.
Of course, I didn't go home for dinner, because I only had breakfast and dinner, and there was no lunch at all.
Next to Tian Er, there was a hunter with a hunting bow on his back.
"This is Orion Zhang. He lives in the mountains. He hunts a piece of skin and wants to sell it at Bai Market." Tian Er introduced with a smile.
Zhang Orion was very young, probably only in his twenties. He had an animal skin rolled around his waist, smiled and clasped his fists and said, "You two are going to Baishitou? Why don't we go together."
What hunter?
They were basically bandits from the village. They were invited here by Tian Er. They wanted to send Zhu Guoxiang and Zhu Ming away and find out their details personally.
After all, the bandits robbed the official horses last year and were afraid that the government would send spies to inquire about the news.
Ju Ming and his son were already suspected of being a government spy.