Chapter 228: The terminally ill Ming Dynasty Jiang Qingzhi walked out of the camp, turned around and said to Yan Xu and others: "We need to have enough oil and water in the next two days." "Yes." Yan Xu hesitated. "When did you learn the ways of a civil servant? Just say what you want to say!" "Yes. Lord Bo knew that Qin Yuan and the others had been planning this for a long time, so why did he not encourage my Tiger Guards until today?" “Warfare is all about courage. At the first attack, you’re full of energy. The second, you’re weakening. At the third, you’re exhausted. When the enemy is exhausted, we’re full, so we can defeat them.” Jiang Qingzhi looked at the camp with his hands behind his back, feeling the rising morale. "You have to study!" Seeing the confused looks of Yan Xu and others, Jiang Qingzhi said, "Not only do you have to study, you also have to be able to apply what you have learned." "Yes." Yan Xu saw Jiang Qingzhi off respectfully. After Jiang Qingzhi left, Yan Xu scolded him, "Master has long said that we should study, but once you mention studying, you all look sad and miserable, like you need to poop or pee. Today, Master slapped you in the face in public." A general scratched his head. Seeing Chen Bao laughing in gloating, he shouted, "Chen Bao, tell me what Lord Bo meant by that." After all, Chen Bao was born in a powerful family. Although he was a bit of a dandy, he had read a lot of books. He said: "What this means is that the battle between two armies depends on courage. If the morale is raised early, the morale will be exhausted when the battle starts, and they will surely lose."
"Why did it fail?" someone asked. Yan Xu went over and kicked him, cursing, "You bastard! You're going to a brothel in ten days, and you're going to start cumming today. Do you think you'll still be hot-tempered by that day?" The general was startled, "Damn it, I'm afraid it has already withered." A group of rough guys suddenly realized. "It turns out that boosting morale also depends on timing. Not too early." "I learned another trick from my uncle." The generals were overjoyed. On the training ground, Ma Fang silently recited the homework given by the teacher. ——The commander is the heart; the subordinates are the limbs. If the heart is sincere, the limbs will be strong; if the heart is suspicious, the limbs will be rebellious. If the commander is not in control of the heart and the subordinates are not in control, even if he wins, it is a lucky victory, not a victory by force. The pair of tiger eyes followed Jiang Qingzhi until he could no longer see him, and then they retracted their eyes. "Ma Xiaoqi." Someone asked, "Can we win in three days?" Ma Fang said in a deep voice: "Following Master Bo, I have never thought about this." "What is Xiaoqi thinking about?" "I wonder if it's a big win or a small win!" That's my teacher! Ma Fang clenched his fists and said, "On that day, we will risk our lives and move forward bravely!" That night, Zhu Xizhong and his family came to the Jiang family. Zhu Shitai looked more energetic than a teenager, and was dragged by Sun Chonglou to watch the fireworks. Zhu Xizhong and Jiang Qingzhi were drinking, and his wife asked Fucheng to take her around the Jiang family. “It’s a mess, it’s a mess!” "Is this the Bo's Mansion? I thought it was the home of a lazy guy!"
"What about the rules?" "This arrangement looks like it was done casually." "Look at this bedroom. How can a knife be hung there? Aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night?" "Emma! What's going on?" "Uncle said it was a dumbbell." "Can this iron lump be placed here?" Fucheng smiled awkwardly. When she saw the two brothers, Zhu Xizhong's wife said, "This family can't be run like this." "What do you mean?" Zhu Xizhong asked. "It's a mess, and looks like a bachelor's house." Zhu Xizhong's wife said, "This house needs a hostess." Zhu Xizhong said, "That's right, Qingzhi, you are sixteen years old now, it's time to start this matter." "It's still early!" Jiang Qingzhi just wanted to wait until he was 20 years old. "Don't forget, most of the scholars in the world are your enemies. They are best at discrediting your opponents. If you don't get married at the age of 16, they will frame you as..." Zhu Xizhong glanced at his wife who was eagerly waiting for his analysis and said, "Those words are not nice to hear." Jiang Qingzhi thought of the records in books of later generations. After the middle of the Ming Dynasty, especially since the Jiajing Dynasty, the freedom of speech was wide open, and the literati wrote erotic novels and made erotic jokes about the emperor without restraint... They dared to make up all kinds of stories based on the emperor's private life, let alone Jiang Qingzhi. What is wrong is that it is inhumane. What's the point of being a homosexual? He doesn't like women. What weakness... If scholars all over the world make a move, Jiang's reputation will be ruined. Seeing Jiang Qingzhi's uncertain expression, Zhu Xizhong added: "People are not fools if they spread rumors to attack you for political reasons. If they use personal affairs to frame you, the people will like it. Even if they know it's fake... If you don't believe me, ask your sister-in-law." The beautiful woman nodded. "Even girls in seclusion like such rumors. Qingzhi, we can't delay. My sister-in-law has a few girls here. You can see if they are suitable. If so, we can get married before late spring." What the hell! You are going too fast! In this era, it can be called a flash marriage. Jiang Qingzhi said: "Let me think about this matter again." Zhu Xizhong and his wife exchanged glances and knew that their younger brother was moved, but it was not a good idea to push him too much at the moment, so they raised their glasses and invited him to drink. After dinner, Zhu Shitai also came back.
"Second uncle." Zhu Shitai stretched out his hand. Zhu Xizhong cursed: "What are you doing?" "Shi Tou said they all received red envelopes." Zhu Shitai said with his neck stiff. "I actually forgot about that." Jiang Qingzhi smiled and went to get the red envelope himself. "What is it?" Sun Chonglou rushed out and urged to open it. Zhu Shitai opened the red envelope and found a gold coin inside. “This side is family fun.” "What about the other side?" "The country is peaceful and the people are prosperous." Crack, crackle! The sound of firecrackers can be heard outside. Jiang Qingzhi raised his glass, and Zhu Xizhong and his wife drank it all in one gulp with a smile. Naturally, there were no rules for such a family dinner. Zhu Xizhong poured himself a drink and soon called his son over when he was drunk. "When your uncle was only fifteen, he was able to fight against the Yan Party in the court and defeat General Altan. You, kid, should not slack off and learn from your uncle." Zhu Shitai nodded, "Dad. I have some questions." "Tell me." "Dad, what were you doing when you were fifteen?" The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. "drink wine!" Jiang Qingzhi smiled. "Little bastard!" Zhu Xizhong pointed at his son and scolded him with a smile: "When I was fifteen... I drank alcohol." That night, Zhu Xizhong was very drunk. The family dinner was over. Jiang Qingzhi sent Zhu Xizhong and his family away, but he did not go back. Instead, he walked slowly on the street. The sound of firecrackers could be heard from time to time everywhere. Every house was brightly lit, and through the open doors of a few houses, one could see figures flashing inside. Children in new clothes ran outside their homes and in the streets. The adults, who had drunk too much, came out to take a breath of fresh air. When they saw people passing by, they smiled and bowed, "Happy New Year." "Happy New Year!" Jiang Qingzhi bowed. Everyone is so vivid, as if we have known each other for many years.
Jiang Qingzhi suddenly thought of a word. "We felt like old friends at first sight." wrong. "A family... yes, a family." Some people say that one Han Chinese is a dragon, and a group of Han Chinese are a worm. Jiang Qing had also agreed with this in his previous life, but now he had some new insights. During the Han and Tang dynasties, the Han people dominated the world. Whether they were one person or a group of people, no matter where they were, they could make other ethnic groups tremble in fear. So, since when did the Han men become insects? It is from... The former Song! The beginning of emphasizing culture over military affairs. The beginning of despising warriors and treating them as inferiors... When bravery becomes synonymous with meanness, the nation is sick. Therefore, even though the Former Song Dynasty was very resilient, it was still swept into the dustbin of history. During the Ming Dynasty, the arrogant and powerful generals of the founding of the country were gradually turned into weaklings by Emperor Taizu and Emperor Jianwen. Chengzu briefly revived military prowess, but after him, the literati fought back and successfully took control of the situation. As a result, the military men fell into depravity again and became slaves of the civil officials and the powerful. Moreover, they are short of food and clothing, and have little training... They are even worse than the officers and soldiers in the previous Song Dynasty. "I want to study." A young boy's voice came from a house on the right. "It's late at night! Dalang!" a woman's voice came. Then a man's voice followed, "Let him study. How can he have a future if he doesn't study these days?" "They said they could join the army. The Jingwei are not..." "Only lowly people join the army!" The young man said disdainfully, "Everything I want is in the book. If I can pass the imperial examination and become an official, father, mother, and those warriors who join the army will kneel down when they see me from now on." "Okay, okay, then Dad and Mom will wait and enjoy their happiness." Jiang Qingzhi listened with his hands behind his back. This nation is truly sick. This Ming Dynasty is sick. Extremely ill! "Happy New Year!" The door opened, and the man saw Jiang Qingzhi and bowed with a smile.
"Happy New Year." Jiang Qingzhi saw the young man holding the scroll. Thin body, pale face... Scholars like this kind of look the most, saying it has an immortal look, free and easy. Jiang Qingzhi unknowingly walked to the foot of the city, and the general guarding the city came down, "Master." "I want to go up and take a look." Jiang Qingzhi pointed to the top of the city wall. "Please come in, sir." The general threw all the rules out of his mind and just wanted to flatter the young nobleman. Jiang Qingzhi walked up to the top of the city wall. "My Lord, please look." The general pointed to the city and boasted, "Standing on the top of the city, you can see the entire capital, with thousands of lights! Looking at it... it is really shocking." Countless lights are connected together, countless sounds are mixed together... The stars in the sky seemed to be twinkling for it. This is the world. But there are not many good days like this. A murderous plot is brewing on the grassland. In a few decades, they will rush into the Central Plains and destroy everything before their eyes. Jiang Qingzhi suddenly asked, "Have you ever seen that kind of hairstyle..." He gestured with a whip. "It's long and thin, it can pass through the hole of a coin, and it hangs behind the head." The general laughed and said, "Isn't that a rat's tail?" Jiang Qingzhi asked seriously, "Are you willing to wear such a rat tail?" The general said without hesitation: "My parents will beat me to death." "What about yourself?" "I would rather die than wear such a rat's tail!" But it won't be long before everyone in this land will be wearing a rat tail. Keep your hair but lose your head! In order to destroy the Han clothing, many more souls died under the butcher's knife. The instigators of all this are still shouting about the prosperity and peace. They have a stern face, recite moral articles, and always quote the aphorisms of the ancient sages. At the same time, they are frantically annexing land, taking in people, and digging into the corners of the Ming Dynasty... “I want to change all this!” Jiang Qingzhi lit the incense. "What did the Lord say?" the general asked with a smile. Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "I said, there will be no more rat tails in the future." (End of this chapter)