Chen Biao lay flat on the bed, his palms folded on his abdomen, his eyes wide open and lifeless.
Ma held back her laughter and fanned her beloved son.
Chen Biao pouted: "Mom, I really don't understand."
Ma pursed her lips: "Yeah."
Chen Biao: "Since the Song Dynasty, scholars have focused their energy on internal struggles. Disputes among academic cliques are no longer simple academic disputes, but have become life-and-death struggles based solely on position, not right or wrong."
Ma wiped the sweat from Chen Biao's forehead. The weather in June and July was extremely hot even inside the house.
"Listen, mother." Ma said gently and kindly.
Chen Biao's mouth sank even harder. "The scholars of the rich families are particularly xenophobic. If there is a heresy, they will always do their utmost to burn the book and destroy the orthodoxy, even more so than the Yuan Dynasty emperors."
Ma sighed softly. Even though she was a woman, she had heard many rumors about the domineering behavior of wealthy students.
Chen Biao wrinkled his chubby face into a real bun face. "Mr. Ye is fine, but Mr. Song and Mr. Wang are legitimate descendants of the rich family. Yet, they both jumped up and clapped their hands in applause for me, saying that I don't need to become their disciple and they will teach me everything they know. Is there something wrong with them?!"
"Puff." Ma, imitating the painting of a lady, covered her face with a fan, but unfortunately, the fan she held was a large one, which looked rather comical. "Hey, Biao'er, you, you continue."
Chen Biao was so angry that he jumped up from the bed... His limp little body couldn't stand up, so he rolled over a few times on the bed, and climbed up with the support of his short arms and legs: "Mom!"
"Hahahaha." Ma couldn't help but laugh heartily, "Biao'er, this is good news."
Chen Biao was so angry that he threw himself into his mother's arms and wiped the sweat off his face with her clothes. "How can this be a good thing? I stole the teacher of Marshal Zhu's son. Marshal Zhu won't beat me up, will he?"
Ma smiled and embraced her fat son and said, "How could that be? Marshal Zhu is not that kind of person. Besides, your teachers will definitely accept Marshal Zhu's son as a disciple."
Chen Biao pouted. "Isn't that even worse? Marshal Zhu's son eagerly wanted to become his disciple, but after I refused, the teachers came up to me... Ahhhhhh, why did I bother to say anything? If I had known this would happen, I would have accepted him without hesitation, then contradicted them and turned my back on them!"
Ma laughed so hard she couldn't straighten her back. "Biao'er, with your personality, if the teacher treats you well, how could you possibly do anything to hurt the teacher's feelings? Okay, okay, the matter is settled, don't be depressed anymore. Hurry up and write a letter to your father and tell him the good news. And by the way, have your father say good things about you to Marshal Zhu so that he won't beat you...hahahahaha."
Chen Biao was so angry that he kept humming.
But he could hit his father Chen Guorui in the ribs with his head, but he could do nothing to his mother.
Ahhhhhhh I'm so angry.
“Marshal Zhu, you have to force the teachers who let your son become your apprentice, but they are rushing to teach my son. Aren’t you angry?
No way, no way, no way?
You are not so narrow-minded, are you?"
Do you want my dad and Marshal Zhu to say this?! ! !
The corners of Chen Biao's mouth twitched.
Ma put down her fan and rubbed her son's wrinkled face with a smile: "Biao'er, don't be prejudiced against the Marshal. He is really a kind and broad-minded man."
Chen Biao had no expression on his face: "Oh."
The Hongwu Emperor was a kind and generous man? I believe it? I believe it too much.
"Forget it, things have come to this..." Chen Biao slid from his mother's arms to the bed and continued to lie there. "Why not just build a school and throw all the sons of those people who tried to make me their enlightenment teacher in there? It's better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. Wouldn't it be wonderful to study together and make progress together?"
Ma wiped Chen Biao's sweat and continued fanning him. "Biao'er, you're right. Mother asked Mr. Li to ask Mr. Song and the others to open a school. They've just joined the Marshal, and he probably won't let them get involved in government affairs right away. Letting the teachers teach the children first will not only show our respect for them, but also allow us to observe their talents and virtues."
Chen Biao muttered, "I just want to drag a few more people down with me. Why are you thinking so much about the Marshal?"
Ma smiled and pinched her son's chubby little face. "Okay, mother doesn't care about them. Chong'er is clamoring to see the new literacy story picture book, saying that you promised to give it to him when he can recognize all the words in the old picture book. Are you depressed enough? Go get the new literacy picture book? He has been making a fuss all day."
Chen Biao climbed up from the bed again and complained, "He doesn't dare to come to me to make trouble, he only knows how to make trouble for Mom. Mom, next time he makes trouble, you should let him come directly to me, don't indulge him."
Ma nodded: "Okay."
Chen Biao first woke up Chen Chong from his nap, teased his younger brother for a while, and then went to the study to find a new sketchbook that had already been prepared for Chen Chong.
After Chen Chong sneaked into the study several times to update the sketchbook, Chen Biao hid the new sketchbook very carefully.
He first had someone make a paper box that looked like a book, hid the painting book in the box, and then stuffed the box into the lower bookshelf.
Chen Chong always thought he would hide the books high up on his bookshelf. Some people who also wanted to see the new picture books, such as his cousin Chen Wenzheng, would often use Chen Chong's name to carry Chen Chong to the top of his bookshelf to look for the picture books.
They never imagined that among those ordinary Four Books and Five Classics on the lower bookshelf, there was the new picture book they had been dreaming of.
After taking out the new sketchbook, Chen Biao suddenly remembered "Marx's Philosophy", which he had not finished writing for a long time.
Time travelers all have a dream of building a strong country that accelerates the progress of modern history, but some people will put their dreams into practice, while others just dream about it.
Chen Biao is the kind of person who dreams for a while, then quickly integrates into the current society and doesn't like to take risks.
But since we have traveled through time, we still have to leave something behind.
He planned to record the ideas that had been verified by later generations, print them into books, and pass them on to future generations. When a powerful person descended from heaven thousands of years from now, these books would surely be of use.
Chen Biao is not worried that these books will be banned.
Books that simply describe the "ideal society" have been circulated in every dynasty.
For example, the Confucian "Great Harmony Society" hopes to return to the system of abdication.
A society where everyone is equal, a society ruled by law where princes and commoners share the same crime, a society that values meritocracy over family background... Not only in the academic works of our ancestors, but also in the vernacular novels of past dynasties, there are many stories of ordinary people imagining a world that is better than the present one.
Even in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, many works advocated a society without an emperor and in favor of democracy. Even during the Qing Dynasty, when literary inquisitions were rampant, these books were not banned.
Academics are academics. As long as no one has walked along this path and proved that it is feasible, the rulers will not take the scholars' fantasies seriously.
It would be a shame for a time traveler to travel without a cheat code, and memory cheat is the most basic cheat code.
Not only did Chen Biao have a good memory in this life, but what he learned in his previous life was also imprinted in his mind. As long as he memorized it in his previous life, even if he had forgotten it later, the "backup" would still exist in the memory hall after his time travel.
Unfortunately, it was limited to information that he had memorized and "saved", and he couldn't even read it carefully.
The "Chen Biao" in Chen Biao's integrated memory did not want to enter a major that allowed guaranteed admission to graduate school in college, so he took the postgraduate entrance examination again and memorized some test points in the political textbook.
Now Chen Biao recorded these "test points" and combined them with his understanding of later history to compile "Marx's Philosophy".
When he was about to die, he would publish the work under the guise of "an in-depth description of how to achieve the Confucian Great Harmony Society."
Feudal rulers would not be afraid of the books of "idealistic literati", nor would they be afraid of the books of a dead person who could not make a profit from his works.
Chen Biao thought that although he had lived his life solely for himself and his family, occasionally benefiting those around him, if he could leave behind these works, it would be worthy of the red scarf he wore as a child (laughs).
Chen Biao had a long life ahead of him, so he was not in a hurry to write a book. He worked for three days and then stopped for two days, only writing a little when he remembered.
Now, he hasn't touched the book "Marx's Philosophy" for several months.
Chen Biao was in a bad mood today, so he wanted to write a few lines to calm his mind.
"Where did I put it?" Chen Biao squatted on the ground, sticking his little butt out, searching over and over again. "I remember I placed the book horizontally under other books to prevent others from finding it."
Li Baoer happened to come to borrow a book and said, "Biaoer, what are you looking for? Let me help you find it."
Chen Biao said, "I wrote for fun... Could it be that Chun'er and Wen Zheng broke into my study and stole books again? No, if they were going to steal, they would steal storybooks. They wouldn't want books covered in words."
Li Bao'er was at a loss for words. Biao'er really knew them too well.
Chen Biao patted his legs, stood up and stretched his muscles while scratching his head: "Besides them, who else can come and go in my study at will...cousin?"
Li Baoer quickly shook her head: "It's not me! I always ask you in advance when I borrow books! Did your uncle take it? Biao'er, your uncle will definitely be very interested in something you wrote by hand!"
Chen Biao was stunned, and then sweat broke out on his forehead.
No, no way?
If Comrade Chen Guorui, who is inherently foolish, straightforward, and naive, read my book, would he slap his thigh and shout, "I've got it!", then rush to Zhu Yuanzhang and yell, "Marshal, we don't want an emperor, we want the people to be the masters of our own country"?
Others won’t, but Chen Guorui...Chen Biao is really not sure!
Chen Biao really doesn't dare to bet on how foolish and naive his father is!
Chen Biao quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I remember Brother Ying wrote down the list of books my father borrowed... It's right here... Damn it! I was dozing off when Brother Ying said that!"
Li Baoer said, "Don't worry. Wenying will definitely put the list of books where you can reach it. I'll help you look through them."
They took down the books from the second layer and searched through them one by one. They soon found the list of books. The words "Marxist Philosophy" were clearly written on it, which was out of place with the other serious and formal book titles.
Chen Biao felt a blockage in his heart, his eyes went dark, and his small body was about to fall.
Li Baoer hugged Chen Biao and asked anxiously, "Biao'er? Biao'er, what's wrong with you? Did you get a heat stroke?"
Chen Biao shook his head: "I...can't! I don't trust my father!"
Li Baoer: "Ah?"
Chen Biao gritted his teeth and said, "My father is such a fool. He will definitely show the book to Zhu Yuanzhang and then start a quarrel with him!"
Li Baoer: "What?"
Chen Biao grabbed Li Baoer's sleeve and said, "Cousin! I can only count on you!"
Although he didn't know what happened, since Chen Biao said so, Li Baoer immediately straightened his chest and said, "Okay! Biao'er, just tell me! I will do it for you even if it means going through fire and water!"
Chen Biao said, "Take me to Yangzhou quickly! Given my father's personality, he will definitely not do anything unnecessary before the battle is over! Only after the battle is over will he take the book to find Marshal Zhu!"
Li Baoer was dumbfounded: "W-what? Biaoer, where are you going?"
Chen Biao said anxiously, "Take me to Yangzhou quickly! We must get the book back before Marshal Zhu sees it!"
Damn it, no one should read this book, not his father! His father is a die-hard fan of Zhu Yuanzhang, and all he says is "Marshal Zhu is for the poor, not for himself. Biaoer, don't misunderstand Marshal Zhu."
After seeing this book, he said that he might really give the book to Zhu Yuanzhang and let Zhu Yuanzhang try to do it according to the book.
But Zhu Yuanzhang conquered the world just to become emperor. He wanted to gain the support of the aristocratic families, the support of Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism, and the support of those who truly controlled the resources and discourse power of this world. He certainly did not like the views in this book.
If the upright father showed his disappointment in Zhu Yuanzhang very obviously at that time, given Zhu Yuanzhang's narrow mind, after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang would definitely put the father on the first list to be eliminated.
Moreover, he had originally planned to publish this book after he had become a "great sage." Given his age and prestige at that time, no one would have thought it unreasonable for him to write a book about a harmonious society.
But he was just a child, how could he possibly write a book with such profound ideas? If Zhu Yuanzhang asked him where he learned it, how would he dispel Zhu Yuanzhang's doubts? Would he invent a hidden sect and climb over his wall at night to secretly teach him?
Zhu Yuanzhang is not a fool!
Chen Biao muttered, "My father is not a fool, my father is not a fool. He will definitely not go directly to Marshal Zhu. He must remember to help me conceal my identity as the immortal boy. He will definitely not do such a stupid thing. My father is not a fool, my father is not a fool... Damn! What if my father really does something stupid! Brother Baoer! The lives of all the Chen family members are doomed!"
Li Baoer's eyes widened: "Is this so serious?! Biao'er, don't worry, let's go find my dad first!"
Chen Biao wiped the sweat from his forehead vigorously: "Yes, yes. Find my uncle!"
Li Baoer ran to find Li Zhen with Chen Biao, who was sweating all over his head, in her arms.
Although Li Zhen didn't understand why Chen Biao was so anxious, he knew that Chen Biao was a fairy boy, so he must have his reasons for being so anxious. So he hurried to find Mrs. Ma.
Ma was stunned and asked her son, "Is it serious? Is your father in danger?"
Chen Biao leaned close to his mother's ear and said anxiously, "Yes! Marshal Zhu might chop my father down!"
Ma's eyelids twitched.
There should be no danger, unless Zhuge Liang swung his sword too hard while riding a horse to fight, and after chopping the enemy, he did not stop and chopped his own leg.
Ma then asked, "Is there a big problem with the book you wrote?"
Chen Biao nodded vigorously: "It's ok if other people see it, but don't let Marshal Zhu see it!"
Ma always thought it was not a big problem, but seeing Chen Biao so nervous, Ma preferred to believe it.
"Brother-in-law, how is the battle situation in Yangzhou?" asked Ma.
Li Zhen said, "The Marshal has already taken Yangzhou City and is currently sorting out the aftermath. It shouldn't be dangerous to go to Yangzhou now."
Ma nodded. "Since Biao'er wants to go, then go. Yangzhou isn't far away. Before you go, have someone send a letter to Guorui on horseback."
Nanjing and Yangzhou are adjacent to each other, with a land area of only more than 200 miles, and it only takes half a day to travel there at a fast speed.
Chen Biao could only travel by horse carriage, which would take no more than two days. Taking the Yangtze River and the Grand Canal would be faster, but would be more dangerous as he might encounter pirates.
After Ma finished giving the order, she consoled Chen Biao, saying, "Your father won't be in the mood to study until the war is over. We still have time."
Chen Biao nodded. He had originally intended to tell his father not to read Marx's Philosophy, and if he did, not to shout about it. But he was worried that Zhu Yuanzhang would open the letter—Zhu Yuanzhang had founded the Imperial Guard.
If he were Zhu Yuanzhang, after reading the letter he wrote to his father, he might become very curious about Marx's philosophy and end up making things worse.
Based on Chen Biao's understanding of his father, even if his father was fascinated by the book, he would not go to Zhu Yuanzhang until he had read the entire book and had his own understanding.
Now that Yangzhou had just been captured, his father was busy rebuilding Yangzhou and didn't have much free time to read, but there was still time.
Chen Biao patted his chest. "It's okay, it's okay. It's definitely okay. My dad's not a fool. He wouldn't go to Marshal Zhu without thinking it through."
That night, Chen Biao boarded a carriage and headed for Yangzhou under the escort of Li Zhen, Li Baoer and Chen Wenzhen.
Although Chen Biao was young, Yangzhou was too close to Nanjing. Li Zhen aside, Li Baoer and Chen Wenzheng were both brave young generals, escorted by Zhu Yuanzhang's personal guards. Ma wasn't worried about this distance.
She was just curious about what kind of book would make Chen Biao ask to go out for the first time.
Her son has been overly cautious since he was young (although he is still young now), as can be seen from the fact that Chen Biao repeatedly told Chen Guorui to be careful of Zhu Yuanzhang.
After Chen Biao was born, Zhu Yuanzhang conquered a lot of territory. He originally intended to take Chen Biao away from Yingtian and show off his conquered territory in the surrounding areas. However, Chen Biao always had countless excuses to shirk his responsibility.
Chen Biao could even come up with excuses like the climate might not be suitable for people who are a hundred miles away.
Both Zhu Yuanzhang and Ma believed that Chen Biao was not only overly cautious but also lazy.
In fact, Chen Biao just didn’t like the ancient way of traveling by horse-drawn carriage. It made his butt hurt and there was no fun in traveling at all.
But this time, in order to prevent his father from presenting "Marx's Philosophy" to Marshal Zhu, Chen Biao had to endure the consequences.
Chen Wenzheng was a straightforward man who spoke without thinking. "Brother, even if Fourth Uncle wanted to submit your own handwritten book, he would have copied it himself and used the name of some great scholar to betray you. How could he possibly betray you? Could it be that you couldn't stand the enthusiasm of the teachers and deliberately found an excuse to sneak away?"
Li Baoer: “…”
He whipped Chen Wenzheng's horse's buttocks and told his cousin to get out of here immediately. If he didn't get out, Biao'er would be furious.
As expected, Chen Biao became furious and stuck his head out of the carriage, pointing at Chen Wen Zheng and threatening him that Chen Wen Zheng would not be allowed to eat the dipping sauce he brought on the road and that he should only eat dry food.
Li Baoer looked at Chen Biao's angry expression and asked in surprise, "Biao'er, could it be that Wen Zheng was right? Are you really hiding from Mr. Song and the others?"
Chen Biao screamed, "No! I'm really worried that my dad will do something stupid! Even if there's only a 10% chance, I can't gamble!"
Chen Wenzheng grinned: "Okay, okay, right, right."
Li Zhen had seen enough of the joke, and when she saw Chen Biao's face turned red with anger, she stopped Chen Wenzhen from teasing him any further.
Chen Biao returned to the carriage with puffed cheeks and sulked.
He was really worried that Chen Guorui would make a mistake, so he took precautions. A reckless man like his cousin didn't understand his caution at all!
While Chen Biao was holding his chubby little butt and suffering from the bumpy ride in the carriage, Zhu Yuanzhang had already received letters from Yingtian one after another.
Chen Wenzhen beat up Lan Yu, Li Shanchang beat up Chang Yuchun... Huh?
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the letter with great confusion in his eyes.
He read it over and over again before bursting into laughter and throwing the letter to Xu Da.
He only brought Xu Da with him on this expedition, as Tang He went to fight in other places. Therefore, Zhu Yuanzhang could only share the fun related to his son with Xu Da.
After reading the letter, Xu Da smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Li must be interested in Biao'er becoming a junior teacher."
Zhu Yuanzhang said, "Let's talk about it after I get back. Biao'er is so cautious, it won't be easy to convince him. He keeps saying every day that the Chen family is too powerful and that Zhu Yuanzhang will chop off Chen Guorui's head. If Zhu Yuanzhang really wanted to chop off the head of a powerful person, he would definitely chop off your head first, a general. How could Chen Guorui be spared?"
Xu Da had just been promoted to General of the State for his meritorious service, making him the de facto commander-in-chief of Zhu Yuanzhang's army. When Zhu Yuanzhang was not personally leading an army, Xu Da was in charge of all offensive and offensive matters.
Xu Da laughed and said, "That's not necessarily true. I'm only better at fighting, and there are many who are better at fighting. But Chen Guorui is better at making money, so Lord Li's contribution is slightly greater than Chen Guorui's."
Zhu Yuanzhang said sternly, "Then we should kill Mr. Li first, and then we can kill Chen Guorui."
Xu Da sighed, "Now that Lord Li has been beheaded, Marshal Zhu really has no trustworthy scholars left under his command. "
Zhu Yuanzhang stroked his beard and said, "Let Biaoer take over. I trust Biaoer."
Xu Da couldn't help it and laughed while slapping the table: "Boss, do you dare to say this to Biao'er? If you dare to say it to Biao'er, I will support you with both hands immediately."
Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but laugh. "Raising your hands is surrender, not support. Oh, if only Biao'er could grow up quickly. If he could grow up to be a young man in no time, what would I have to worry about?"
Xu Da said, "Even if Biao'er comes of age, you can't push everything onto him, Marshal. You want to shirk your responsibilities, but doesn't Biao'er want to?"
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and opened another expedited letter: "I'm not being lazy. I want to appoint a great general for Biao'er. If Biao'er becomes regent, I will go to the Northern Expedition for him... Oh, I've finally figured it out!"
Xu Da came up immediately and said, "What's the matter? I'm so anxious, Boss, your accent... Oh my goodness!"
"I've figured it out" and "Oh my god" are both interjections that express surprise.
The two Haozhou farmers, who basically spoke Mandarin to show off, were startled by the letter and started speaking the local Haozhou dialect.
Zhu Yuanzhang and Xu Da looked at each other.
"Two of the four gentlemen from eastern Zhejiang, whom I couldn't invite no matter how hard I tried, have come?"
"The two Confucian scholars from eastern Zhejiang are here!"
"That Shuixin school of thought, is that the one Biao'er mentioned, the one that was so powerful that it could rival Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism when Master Zhu was alive?"
"Not just a descendant of the school, but a direct descendant of Mr. Shui Xin!"
Zhu Yuanzhang and Xu Da looked at each other again.
After a while, Zhu Yuanzhang covered his chest and Xu Da took a deep breath.
Calm down, calm down. We are used to big scenes, this scene...
Not only have we never seen this scene, we have never even dared to imagine it!
Xu Da's voice trembled: "Boss, Marshal, didn't you offend all the scholars and drive them away?! How come there are still great scholars who go against the trend of the world's scholars and come to you!"
Zhu Yuanzhang calmed down before Xu Da.
He remembered what his son had told him about "destiny".
His son said that in order to please the literati all over the world and to shamelessly establish an alliance with the Zhu family, he became an executioner who wielded a knife against the weak.
Zhu Yuanzhang originally thought that his son's words showed that it was really difficult to please the literati in the world, so it would be better to follow his heart.
Who would have thought that after he followed his heart and cut himself off from the orthodox literati in the world, a great sage would actually take the initiative to join him?
Destiny, destiny... Is this destiny, the destiny he should have?
He doesn't need to please anyone at all. As long as he does what he should do and brings peace to the world, so that ordinary people like him no longer have to worry about wars and natural disasters, God will give him what he wants?
It was like when Guo Zixing seized his military power and forced him to return home to recruit a group of impoverished brothers, each of whom surprisingly possessed military prowess. So, these incredible events were all the fate Zhu Yuanzhang bore?!
Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath and calmed down completely.
Destiny is a formidable thing.
Xu Da was still laughing foolishly: "Boss, Biao'er is really promising! He said he doesn't want to become a disciple! Those great scholars actually said that even if he doesn't become a disciple, they will teach him together!"
"Well," Zhu Yuanzhang said, closing the letter. "They are willing to risk their lives upstream to surrender. I should place my trust in them."
Xu Da was stunned: "Boss, what you mean is..."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and did not continue the topic.
He picked up the last letter and pushed Xu Da's head away when he wanted to look at it.
Xu Da was curious: "Is there anything I can't see?"
Zhu Yuanzhang said, "Biao'er is coming over. He seems to have a premonition of something that cannot be disclosed to ordinary people. You should stop watching."
Xu Da laughed: "Is it something that cannot be told to ordinary people? I am afraid that it will make Chen Guorui feared by Marshal Zhu."
Zhu Yuanzhang said, "Now that you know, why don't you get out of here? I'm afraid of you, and next time we go to war together, I'll stab you in the back."
Xu Da stood up and said, "But Boss, you always charge to the front in every battle. If you want to kill me on the battlefield, you have to turn around and kill me... Oh, don't really draw your sword. I'm leaving, I'm leaving now. I'm going to see if the craftsmen have finished carving the stele."
Xu Da jumped to avoid the stones thrown by Zhu Yuanzhang while running outside.
Zhu Yuanzhang was frugal, and the temporary weights on his desk were all stones he had picked up from outside. He did not collect any jade or rare stones, so he felt no pity when he hit someone with them. However, if a stone with sharp edges hit someone, it would hurt a lot.
After Zhu Yuanzhang told Xu Da to get out, he opened the letter from Madam Ma again and muttered to himself, "Is it related to the book I read? Could it be that one?"
Zhu Yuanzhang walked into the bedroom, opened the box on the couch, rummaged through it, and found "Marx's Philosophy" at the bottom of the box.
He has a detailed plan for his reading. After finishing the books in his plan, he will read the books that are not in his plan, which is considered as additional learning.
After getting this strange book "Marx's Philosophy", he flipped through it roughly and found that only a small half of the book had words, so he threw it aside.
Since he hadn't finished copying the book, he might as well go back and ask his son for the original copy so he could read it all in one go. Wouldn't it be frustrating if he could only read half of the book?
Zhu Yuanzhang sat cross-legged on the couch and opened "Marx's Philosophy". "What book makes Biao'er so excited? Could it be that he brought a heavenly book from the immortal world and is afraid of revealing the secret? It shouldn't be. According to the words in the letter from my wife, Chen Guorui can read this book, but Zhu Yuanzhang cannot. Alas, Biao'er is prejudiced against Zhu Yuanzhang..."
Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but laugh when he thought that Chen Biao's prejudice against "Marshal Zhu" was partly due to his constant blaming of "Marshal Zhu".
…
When Zhu Yuanzhang personally led an army of 100,000 to besiege Yangzhou City, Zhang Mingjian was extremely panicked.
Yingtian and Yangzhou were adjacent to each other, and Zhu Yuanzhang was clearly determined to capture Yangzhou. Even if he laid siege, the Qing army would be annihilated. Zhang Mingjian had to either die in battle or surrender, there was no other choice.
After being besieged for a few days, Zhang Mingjian saw that Zhu Yuanzhang's men surrounded the city without attacking, set up camp, and even began to measure the surrounding fields, intending to cultivate them. He knew that he had no time to consider.
In the past, for fun, ordinary people in Yangzhou City died or fled. Now Yangzhou City is a deserted city, with only their Qing army left.
Even if they still had food to eat, it was only a matter of time before they were starved to death.
What's more, Zhang Mingjian has turned the Qing army into a group of demons. If the Qing army sees that the situation is not right, they will mutiny, and the first one to die will be him, Zhang Mingjian.
So Zhang Mingjian, after some hesitation, sent an envoy outside the city to discuss peace with Zhu Yuanzhang.
Zhu Yuanzhang replied, accepting the surrender, but Zhang Mingjian must die.
Zhang Mingjian was furious and wanted to fight Zhu Yuanzhang. However, on the very night he received Zhu Yuanzhang's reply, he was chopped into pieces by his lieutenants who had come to his bedside.
The devilish Green Army is inhumane to the common people, so how can they be humane to their commander?
They had previously obeyed Zhang Mingjian only because they were oppressed by his bad reputation. Now that the city was surrounded by Zhu Yuanzhang's troops, they naturally chose to cut off Zhang Mingjian's head as a token of their loyalty to Zhu Yuanzhang.
The Qing army is famous for its bravery and fighting skills.
When Zhang Shicheng and other forces heard that Zhu Yuanzhang was going to attack Yangzhou, they all expected the Qing army to bite off a piece of Zhu Yuanzhang's flesh. However, after a few tentative blows, the Qing army actually chopped off the head of the commander Zhang Mingjian and surrendered directly.
The other forces who were waiting to see the joke were dumbfounded.
Zhu Yuanzhang is still the weakest force in the late Yuan Dynasty, so neither the Yuan court, Zhang Shicheng, Xu Shouhui and other forces chose Zhu Yuanzhang as the first force to be eliminated, just to make Zhu Yuanzhang their "buffer zone".
Zhu Yuanzhang offended the literati all over the world and made them look down on him.
Build high walls, store up food, and slowly become king.
Zhu Yuanzhang relied on this "Nine-Character Secret" to quietly grow in the cracks between various forces. By the time he emerged as a rising star, the various forces had already nurtured the enemy and were unable to reverse the situation.
Compared with Zhu Yuanzhang, they increased the reward for the "Head of the Chen Family" every year, and their hatred for the "Head of the Chen Family" was much greater than that of Zhu Yuanzhang.
This time Zhu Yuanzhang won without fighting, which finally made all parties wary of him.
But their vigilance was soon dispelled by Zhu Yuanzhang's yet another outrageous move—Zhu Yuanzhang actually tied up all of Zhang Mingjian's lieutenant generals who had surrendered and surrendered, and ordered the brave Qing soldiers to disarm, saying he would chop off a group of them as a sacrifice to the people of Yangzhou?!
When Zhang Shicheng heard the news, he was stunned for a long time before he said, "Zhu Yuanzhang... is he mentally ill?"
The literati under his command had been cursing Zhu Yuanzhang for a long time, and after hearing what Zhang Shicheng said, they all agreed.
Morally speaking, killing captives is unlucky. I heard Zhu Yuanzhang was even planning to sacrifice captives?! Human sacrifice! Even more cruel than the Yuan Dynasty!
From a profit point of view, if you kill the surrendered generals, who would dare to surrender to you, Zhu Yuanzhang, in the future? And those 10,000 or 20,000 Qing soldiers are all young and strong veterans! Even if you, Zhu Yuanzhang, don't have the confidence to subdue them, you can disband them and incorporating them into other generals' ranks to replenish your manpower!
Is Zhu Yuanzhang mentally healthy? How could he do such an incomprehensible thing?!
When Zhang Shicheng and his literati subordinates were complaining that Zhu Yuanzhang was mentally ill, Yingtian was also discussing the matter.
Li Shanchang sighed deeply when he saw the great scholars who had just defected to Zhu Yuanzhang. Before they could say anything, he bowed and said firmly, "Although the Marshal was very foolish in this matter, he did nothing wrong. Yangzhou, Yangzhou, was devoured by the Qing army led by Zhang Mingjian, and only eighteen households are left!"
"The Marshal, the Marshal, whether it's offending the world's scholars for liberating a woman's feet, or making every subsequent battle more difficult for the sake of revenge for the people of Yangzhou... He is such a hopelessly stupid guy who is willing to do what he believes is right!"
As Li Shanchang spoke, his eyes turned red and he cursed loudly.
Yes, yes, Marshal Zhu, you think that everything you do is right. But being right doesn't mean you can do it!
Looking at the "Records of the Three Kingdoms," the only dynasty that can be described as benevolent and righteous is the Han Dynasty. However, the most powerful was Cao Cao, Cao Mengde, who was responsible for twelve massacres of cities in the official history, accounting for a quarter of the 48 massacres recorded in the 400-year history of the Qin and Han dynasties!
You have to be correct and stick to your heart. Can you conquer the world first?
Is it possible?!
If you cannot conquer the world, no matter how much benevolence and righteousness you have, they will only be false benevolence and righteousness that will be despised by others, and will be a laughable way to gain fame .
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Marshal Zhu, please understand!
Song Lian and others listened to Li Shanchang cursing Zhu Yuanzhang with red eyes and tears, until he choked and cried uncontrollably. The shock and anger on his face gradually subsided and became calm.
Ye Zheng took the lead and stepped forward, asking, "If you scold him like that, will you abandon him?"
Li Shanchang wiped his tear-stained face with his sleeve and said, "Why abandon me? I'm leaving now, and I won't even have the clerk who looks after his paperwork anymore."
When Li Shanchang first joined Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Yuanzhang had no soldiers and no official position. Li Shanchang's duty was just to help Zhu Yuanzhang manage the few documents in his study.
Zhu Yuanzhang was a minor general and he was a minor official.
"Then why are you scolding me? If you have that kind of spirit, why not help the Marshal figure out how to turn his reputation around?" Ye Zheng frowned, pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and handed it to Li Shanchang. "Doing good deeds and still being scolded is unreasonable in this world. At least, it's unreasonable for me."
Song Lian and others nodded.
Li Shanchang was dumbfounded holding the handkerchief: "You guys aren't leaving?"
Wang Xi sneered: "Are you just waiting for us to leave?"
Li Shanchang quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, I just... I just saw that you seemed very angry..."
Ye Chen and Song Lian exchanged a glance, then said helplessly, "We are very angry, but not at Zhu Yuanzhang. We are angry at those so-called literati who only care about their stance, not right or wrong, and who confuse right and wrong."
Several people swung their sleeves.
You have a pen that is as sharp as a knife, and I also have a pen that is as sharp as a knife!
Let's compete to see whose pen is brighter and can illuminate this dark history book!