Chapter 2 Ask for a hammer and get a hammer "When it comes to Chinese cultural relics, the Central Plains ranks second, and no one dares to say they are the best." The tour guide explained, waving a small flag. In the Central Plains Museum, Jiang Qingzhi followed a group of tourists, looking at the cultural relics in the museum casually. Jiang Qingzhi came from an ordinary family. After graduating from university, he followed his cousin to South America to open a small supermarket to make a living. The uncle and nephew were not very lucky. Six months later, riots broke out in the country and the small supermarket was burned down by the rioters. The uncle decided to go home after thinking it over and vowed never to leave his hometown again. However, Jiang Qingzhi vowed not to go back until he could make something of himself. Jiang Qingzhi's subsequent experience is quite legendary. He first joined a gang, but unexpectedly the gang was swept away by anti-government armed forces. Jiang Qingzhi was forced to join this team. Perhaps it was because of his talent, Jiang Qingzhi's status in this armed force rose rapidly, and soon he killed the boss and became the leader. Anti-Eagle sauce! Jiang Qingzhi raised this banner as soon as he came to power. In the following years, he led his team to deal with government forces, American intelligence agencies, and small groups of people, and actually made quite a name for himself in South America. Not long ago, someone found him and said that the Eagle Sauce intelligence agency had reached an agreement with local officials and was preparing to join forces to strangle Jiang Qingzhi. You have returned home in glory, come home!
The visitor smiled. Jiang Qingzhi, who had been worried that he would not be able to return due to his identity issues, took the money he had accumulated over the years, handed the team over to his deputy who was confused but could not hide his ecstasy, and returned to China in a flash. After soaking in the wine jar of his hometown for more than a month, Jiang Qingzhi was fed up with the teams of relatives and friends who were trying to find a marriage partner, so he decided to travel around the country. Jiang Qingzhi doesn't like traveling with a group, and he doesn't like listening to other people's explanations. First, it doesn't give him freedom, and second, everything is said, which destroys his expectations. "Everyone, look here." The tour guide stopped and pointed to a large tripod in front of him and said, "This is the treasure of the Central Plains Museum." Everyone gathered around, and the tour guide was talking excitedly, "... It is said that Xia Yu collected the gold from the nine herdsmen to cast nine tripods to symbolize the nine states... The big tripod represents the nine states, which is the destiny of the Central Plains... The big tripod we see in front of us is the treasure of the Central Plains Museum... The Ming Dynasty Emperor Jiajing once wrote a few big words in his own hand..." The tour guide slowly took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag, and everyone asked questions at once. "What word?" The tour guide took a few sips of water and said slowly, "The Luck of Kyushu!" The good fortune of Kyushu... everyone was fascinated. Jiang Qingzhi sneered to himself and said, "If a large tripod can represent the destiny of the Nine Provinces, then why is it that apart from the Qin, Jin and Sui dynasties, the Ming Dynasty had the shortest reign?" The tour guide was choked by this, and the girl who was accompanying him said indignantly: "The Ming Dynasty lasted for 276 years. If you have the ability, you can extend it for hundreds of years." Jiang Qingzhi was delighted. "If anyone has the ability to get me to Ming Dynasty, that wouldn't be that difficult." Before he finished speaking, Jiang Qingzhi saw the big tripod suddenly flash, and then everything went dark... "Human?!" The tour guide and tourists were stunned. "Where's the tripod?" The girl widened her eyes. The huge tripod disappeared along with Jiang Qingzhi...
The alarm sounded and a team of security guards rushed over, staring at the empty booth in amazement. Things have gotten out of hand! "I swear, I didn't steal the tripod, it ran away on its own!" The tour guide was in tears. "What about people?" "I swear...that man, he really disappeared on his own." …… The twenty-seventh year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty. The spring scenery was spreading all over the official road leading to Taizhou Prefecture in Zhejiang Province. More than ten soldiers were escorting fifty military prisoners slowly along the road. Jiang Qingzhi was in the middle of the team. It was not until two days later that he accepted the reality that he had traveled through time and space to the Ming Dynasty. His original name was Jiang Qingzhi, from Suzhou Prefecture. His father, Jiang Gan, was an outsider and a son-in-law of the Ye family. His mother, Mrs. Ye, died of complications during childbirth, and Jiang Qingzhi was left with a lung disease from the womb, which has not been cured to this day. People called him a tuberculosis patient. Jiang Gan was an honest man. After his father-in-law Ye Xuan passed away two years ago, the Ye family members became jealous of the family property he left behind and used various means, both overt and covert, to force Jiang Gan to have a share of it. But Ye Xuan had already patched up the loophole: he changed the surname of his daughter's only flesh and blood back to Jiang, not giving Ye the opportunity to openly seize the property. Jiang Gan was an honest and upright man who tried his best to protect his son and family business. But last year, he suddenly collapsed while drinking with a big client and never woke up again. The original body was only fourteen years old last year, but he was gifted in studying and had already passed the imperial examination. After his father passed away, he tried his best to support the family business, but at the end of last year, the original body killed his distant cousin in the street... The flag officer Chen Ba was the only one in the team who had a horse for transportation. He stroked his beard, pointed at Jiang Qingzhi who was walking forward numbly, and asked, "Is that the scholar who killed people?" "Yes." The accompanying sergeant beside him smiled and said, "This man is called Jiang Qingzhi, and he is the son-in-law's son-in-law." "A scholar killing someone... is rare." Chen Ba laughed as he looked at the frail Jiang Qingzhi. The Ming Dynasty valued culture over military power. If Chen Ba met a scholar on a narrow road, he could only step aside to make way. Now this scholar was in a dilemma of life and death under his hands. It would be a lie to say that Chen Ba was not proud of himself. "It's pitiful." To please the superior is what every ambitious person should do... The sergeant said: "That day this man met his cousin on the street, and the cousin humiliated his deceased father in the street." The sergeant stole a glance at Chen Ba, who nodded, "If it were me, I would definitely give him a good beating." If it were the Qin and Han dynasties, if you dared to humiliate someone's parents and that person killed you in the street, there was a high chance that the government would acquit the murderer. It's settled... The sergeant laughed and said, "Xiaoqi hates evil as much as he hates evil." He glanced at Jiang Qingzhi and said, "There happened to be a butcher selling meat on the street at that time. This talented man grabbed the butcher knife and stabbed my cousin with one blow." Maocai is another name for Xiucai. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, in order to avoid the word "Xiu" in Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu's name, Xiucai was changed to Maocai. "If you are brave and not weak, you can join the army." Chen Ba admired such bravery, but he disdained the identity of the son of a son-in-law.
Men should be strong, even if they have to beg, they should not live in a woman's house. This is the value of the time. In the Qin and Han dynasties, a son-in-law was equivalent to a criminal. When needed, he would be conscripted into the army or serve in the army. "That's right." The soldier laughed and said, "Thanks to his status as a scholar and the fact that the deceased had humiliated his father first, Jiang Qingzhi was able to escape death. However, he can escape the death penalty, but he cannot escape the living crime. Now, he has to be sent to Taizhou Prefecture as a soldier." "This man can live for at most half a year." Chen Ba shook his head. A trace of regret flashed through his mind, but it quickly disappeared - there were also exiled prisoners in the garrison where he was, and anyone could bully them. They looked like walking corpses. "There have been a lot of Japanese pirates in Taizhou recently. Jiang Qingzhi is weak. If he goes there, he will either be forced to die or be driven to the front by his superiors to die..." The sergeant sighed. Jiang Qingzhi's lung disease was serious. If it weren't for the Ye family, or later the Jiang family, which was considered a wealthy family, they would not be able to afford Jiang Qingzhi's medicine. When we arrived in Taizhou Prefecture, even having enough to eat, let alone taking medicine, was a luxury. This person will not live more than three months! The sergeant shook his head and no longer paid attention to Jiang Qingzhi. Jiang Qingzhi accepted the reality of time travel and pondered it for a long time, but he could not find a way to exonerate himself immediately like countless predecessors. Killing someone means paying with your life, this is only natural. Unless he can atone for his sins...but where would the chance of doing so come from? When it comes to killing people, Jiang Qingzhi did a lot when he was a small warlord. But this was the era of cold weapons... His cold weapon fighting skills were not good enough in this era. Jiang Qingzhi was at a loss for a long time, looking up at the sky in despair. God, please send me back! He hoped this was a dream... hum! There was a sudden vibration in my mind. Unexpectedly, a huge tripod appeared out of nowhere. Isn’t this the treasure of the Central Plains Museum? The big tripod slowly turned in his mind. An ancient and desolate atmosphere fills my mind. In the upper middle part of the cauldron, a number suddenly appeared under the mottled cloud pattern. —276. Wasn’t the Ming Dynasty’s reign exactly 276 years? Jiang Qingzhi was confused. A stream of information suddenly flooded into my mind. ——The Ming Dynasty should have a reign of 500 years. ——You, make up for it! Jiang Qingzhi felt that all this was a dream. He sneered, "Haha!" ——Do you want to return? Of course I want to go home... This is my chance! Jiang Qingzhi pinched his thigh hard, tears streaming down his face. From the founding of the Ming Dynasty to the suicide of Emperor Chongzhen, the Ming Dynasty lasted for a total of 276 years.
To complete the 224 years, there are still years left. But Jiang Qingzhi felt that his broken body could not survive more than three months. Ding! Suddenly, there was something more in my mind. This is…… Isn't this a fruit knife? A fruit knife was spinning in my mind. I must be fucking crazy. Jiang Qingzhi hit his head. If you have the ability, come out. Jiang Qingzhi sneered, thinking that all this was just a dream. Something suddenly fell in front of him. Jiang Qingzhi took a look. Stiff all over. Damn it! It's the fruit knife. Products made with modern technology sparkle in the spring light of the Ming Dynasty. (End of this chapter)