Chapter 212: The Opportunity of a Warrior, the Heart of a Villain When you wake up in the morning, open your mouth and blow out a breath. If you see fog, it means it is very cold. Children always like to play this game in the morning and refuse to get up when they see the fog. What they don’t know is that the same is true for adults. "Ah!" It's white gas. Jiang Qingzhi lay down again. I pulled the quilt up a little to cover half of my face, and it felt very warm. Continuing with the dream just now...it seemed like there was a woman in the dream. In a daze, Jiang Qingzhi saw the woman bowing to him, and then coming over with the two children. "Daddy!"
The child's cry woke Jiang Qingzhi up from his dream. "Master!" Sun Chonglou's shout came at this moment. Even when he was practicing martial arts, Jiang Qingzhi was still thinking about that dream. I was also recalling the grandeur of the morning. Damn! This body seems to have matured. I'll be sixteen soon. In the early years of later generations, in some places, a sixteen-year-old could become a father. In the Ming Dynasty, there were many men at the age of sixteen who stood with their hands behind their backs, followed by their wives and children. "Young Master is absent-minded." Sun Chonglou discovered that something was wrong with his young master. Dou Jialan said: "Pay less attention to these." "Why?" Sun Chonglou asked. "It's a taboo." Dou Jialan whispered, "If you can still do this in another ten years, I will admire you." "How about making a bet?" Sun Chonglou said. "What bet?" "If I can still do this in ten years, you must promise me one thing." "What's the matter?" "Warm the boy's feet."
"Sun Chonglou!" Then came the chase. Fu Cheng watched the two of them chasing each other with a smile, and when Dou Jialan came back angrily, he said, "Shi Tou doesn't have much scheming." "You just don't know the seriousness of the matter." Dou Jialan said unhappily. "Shitou told me that when the old man was alive, he was obsessed with Uncle's marriage and said it was a pity that he couldn't find a good match for Uncle..." "What does that have to do with stones?" "Shitou is loyal to the uncle." "But he always teases me! Is this loyalty?" "When a rooster grows up, it will crow. When a person grows up, he will start a family. Uncle, you have grown up." Dou Jialan looked at Jiang Qingzhi who was practicing sword, suddenly touched his butt, and then glared at Sun Chonglou who was laughing not far away. The weather was cold, and there were pancakes for breakfast. They were half cold when I held them in my hands and tasted bland. "It's cold, let's make something hot for breakfast." Jiang Qingzhi's words were agreed by everyone. "The best is glutinous rice cake, which is fried in oil. It is so hot that you can't hold it with your hands. It is sticky and glutinous. When you take a bite, you can smell the oil and the fragrance of glutinous rice... Once you swallow it, you feel satisfied." Xu Wei had the look of an intoxicated gourmet. Hu Zongxian took a bite of the cake and said, "It's too oily. It's better to bake it." “How can it be delicious if it’s dry?” "Dipping sauce!" "It's better to dip it in frosting." “Icing is too expensive.” Frosting is expensive and only the rich can afford it. Jiang Qingzhi couldn't help but think of Jiaozhi. A great place to grow sugar cane. The whole of Southeast Asia is a good place, with fertile soil, good climate, and three crops a year... The crisis of the Ming Dynasty was ultimately a food crisis. Land annexation was accompanied by a population explosion and the emergence of a food crisis. Once a natural disaster occurred, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back for the Ming Dynasty. …… "Gentlemen all say that the reasons for the decline of dynasties are, first, the stupidity of the rulers, and second, the corruption of the officials." Today Jiang Qingzhi raised the topic of the decline of dynasties.
After Prince Yu finished speaking, he glanced at Prince Jing. Recently, my little brother is displeased with everyone and has a bad temper. "Fourth brother." Jiang Qingzhi now has the responsibility of disciplining and caring for the princes and princesses. The two princes come to the Jiang family more frequently. King Jing said: "There is also the corruption of the army. In addition, factional strife is also a reason." As he spoke, King Jing glanced at his brother. "You made a good point about the party struggle." Jiang Qingzhi praised the fourth brother, and Prince Yu immediately added, "There is also land annexation." "good." Jiang Qingzhi nodded encouragingly and then summarized. "What you two said is not bad, but it is inevitable that you are just parroting others and have no opinions of your own." Seeing that his two nephews were not convinced, Jiang Qingzhi said, "The fall of the former Han Dynasty began with the Yellow Turban Rebellion; the fall of the former Tang Dynasty began with the An Lushan Rebellion. The fall of the former Song Dynasty began with the riots that broke out one after another in the country..." In fact, rebellions broke out one after another in the late Song Dynasty. Even if the Jin troops did not march south, the Song Dynasty would not have lasted for a few years. "The three have one thing in common: hunger!" "hunger?" "Yes." Jiang Qingzhi threw out the question, "After today, when you two have free time, go check the food supply of the current Ming Dynasty." "Uncle, this topic is too broad." King Jing felt it was difficult to get started. "It's just... let's change the word! Food security of the Ming Dynasty!" The get out of class was over, but the two princes refused to leave. “Every winter, the food in the palace becomes inedible,” King Jing complained. "Yes! When it was served, the grease on the food had solidified." Prince Yu was also dissatisfied. "Just say you want a free meal, no need to make excuses." Jiang Qingzhi said unhappily. However, the food in the palace is really not that good. "have eaten?" "No...no." Before lunch, Jiang Qingzhi was summoned. Emperor Jiajing was eating his "breakfast", and it didn't look like the solidified grease in Prince Yu's mouth. The food for an emperor is naturally different from that for a little unknown prince. "I don't need hungry soldiers." "Then... give me some. More mutton." The Taoist priest eats too light a diet. Jiang Qingzhi's body needs nutrition at this time, and he cannot do without oil and water. One lamb chop, grilled.
Jiang Qingzhi tore off a mouthful of meat in one mouthful, and oil dripped from the corners of his mouth as he ate. tasty. The Taoist watched and ate at the same time, and before he knew it, he had finished his main course and looked up at Huang Jin. "Serve His Majesty another pancake." Huang Jin whispered. When eating with young people, I can always be infected by their energy. After dinner, Emperor Jiajing took a walk and rubbed his abdomen. "Opening the door to communication with Altan Khan's tribe has both advantages and disadvantages. I won't talk about the advantages. The disadvantages are in the army." "Yes." Jiang Qingzhi said: "Many people have this worry. They think that if Altan finds out that the Ming army is corrupt..." He glanced at Emperor Jiajing and saw that Daoye did not object to the word "corruption", so he continued, "They are worried that Altan will become ambitious. In fact, ambition is always there. Instead of pinning your hopes for peace on your opponent, it is better to strengthen yourself and frighten your opponent." "If that's the case, the guards will have to move." The Taoist said quietly, "As the saying goes, ducks know first when the river water warms in spring. Yesterday, a group of ducks quacked here, giving me a headache." Jiang Qingzhi couldn't guess this mystery. "Ducks?" "A group of warriors." Emperor Jiajing glanced at his cousin. If it were someone else, he would never be able to reveal the answer. "Your Majesty, this is..." Jiang Qingzhi's heart suddenly trembled, "Your Majesty, are you going to reorganize the Beijing Guards?" Emperor Jiajing nodded and said, "The Tiger Guards of the Left won two battles in Datong, which shows that the Beijing Guards are not completely useless. But they need to be reorganized and trained again." So a group of military generals felt that the opportunity had come and wanted to take charge of the matter. Once successful, this person's influence on the military will have a qualitative leap. Jiang Qingzhi remained silent. During the process of his transformation of Huben Zuowei, there were constant doubts from the outside world, saying that if Huben Zuowei continued in this way, it would become Jiang's private army. This is the Beijing Guard! If Chiang Kai-shek develops ambitions one day, will he stage a rebellion? Therefore, Jiang Qingzhi has been staying away from Huben Zuowei for some time to avoid suspicion. In fact, from ancient times to the present, it has been a taboo for the army to be controlled by one person. Even in the future, we still hear from time to time that a certain country's army will rebel and overthrow the current regime. "The training method of the Huben Zuowei..." Emperor Jiajing glanced at Jiang Qingzhi. "Your Majesty, just let them study." Jiang Qingzhi was very open-minded. After Jiang Qingzhi left, Emperor Jiajing said, "Yesterday those people hinted to me that they felt Qingzhi was unwilling to teach them the training method. Let them see Qingzhi's heart." In this era, skills are private and sacrosanct. Therefore, how to train, how to command the army, how to deploy troops, how to command in battle... these skills are passed down among generals, and emperors cannot ask for them. This is the origin of the general family. Jiang Qingzhi gave away his skills without hesitation, and this attitude made Emperor Jiajing feel guilty.
So, when the generals were summoned to the Ministry of War, some of them complained that Jiang Qingzhi refused to show up, which meant he was unwilling to teach the art of war and it was obvious that he had hidden ambitions. However, Wang Yiqi hit him in the face with a teacup, which made them understandable. "Get out!" Wang Yiqi pointed outside, but his mind was recalling the scene of the audience with the emperor. "Let them go to the Huben Zuowei to learn. How much they learn is up to them." Emperor Jiajing said coldly, "Qingzhi has a broad mind, but I cannot sit idly by and watch him suffer. From now on, if anyone says that the Huben Zuowei is Qingzhi's private army, the Ministry of War will take action." So Wang Yiqi got angry. "Get out!" The general covered his face, stumbled out, and turned back to say: "Minister Wang is good at hiding weapons, we will discuss this later." Any military general who dares to challenge the Minister of War must have at least one big boss behind him. Wu Hua frowned and whispered, "Shangshu, this man is in charge of a guard, and his father-in-law is an elder of the royal family." Wang Yiqi sneered, "You can't stand Long Wilbur?" Wu Hua shook his head. "I heard that many members of the royal family said that Lord Changwei was only favored by His Majesty because of his status." "Yes, after His Majesty ascended the throne, he was indifferent to the royal family, and these people became jealous." Wang Yiqi said: "Tell Chang Weibo to be careful of the royal family." The relationship between maternal relatives and royal family members is very complicated. Sometimes they are close, but more often they are mortal enemies. When Jiang Qingzhi learned the news, he was preparing to go to Huben Zuowei. "imperial clan?" Jiang Qingzhi's first thought was a group of pigs... There was no other way, the Zhu family was too fertile, and at this time, the large number of royal family members made the local government miserable. "Master, be careful of these people." Hu Zongxian warned: "They may not be able to do good things, but they are more likely to do harm." Tiger Guard Left Guard. When the soldier guarding the gate saw Jiang Qing, his face turned red with excitement. "Hello, uncle!" The shouts were particularly spirited and drove away the coldness. Jiang Qingzhi nodded, "You look very energetic. You are my soldier!" Since those bastards are taking advantage of him, he, Jiang, might as well act domineeringly. On the parade ground, the Tiger Guards were training. Dozens of generals on the stage were in a mess, pointing and gesturing at the Tiger Guards who were training. Some were yelling, some were complaining, and some were... "Is this Long Wilbur's method of training? I think you are trying to fool us." "Yes! If Long Wilbur doesn't want to teach, just say so directly. Why bother with all these tricks?" "I see! This is his method of training." "Then how could he defeat Altan Khan twice?"
"It's just shit luck!" “Hahahaha… ugh!” A general burst into laughter, but then the laughter stopped abruptly. Everyone turned around slowly following his gaze. Under the high platform, Jiang Qingzhi stood with his hands behind his back. (End of this chapter)