my days with tyrants

Chapter 17 Yang Feng and Zhu Yuanzhang's Candlelight Dinner

rainy night.

In the large tent that was quickly erected.

"How is your military system?"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Yang Feng who was eating a leg of lamb in the flickering candlelight.

In front of the latter was a table with various dishes and a jar of rice wine, but it was definitely not sent from the palace.

From here to the north is the military household area...

The city is basically divided into three parts, the imperial city, the civilian city, and the military city. The former is the imperial city and its affiliated government offices, royal temples and Taoist temples. All of them, it can be said that the current needs of this city can be manufactured.Even the outside is only the part enclosed by the huge outer city wall, and it can still grow fields and vegetables, so even if it is surrounded, it still has a certain supply capacity, and the military city accounts for almost two-fifths, starting from the street at the foot of the mountain to the west. Guard as the unit of military households.

So their current tents, food and drinks are all going to the nearest guard, and this guard has now all assembled and formed a cordon at the foot of the mountain.

"Your Majesty, you still have to pay the consultation fee, once for each question."

Yang Feng said.

"No one has dared to speak to me like that in decades."

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed with emotion while holding the wine glass.

"That is, everyone wants to seek wealth in your hands, so naturally they have to bow down to you, but I am not interested in your wealth, so I don't need to bow down to you, just say what I have.

Let's trade now, I'll trade a pistol for you to let me be here.

But now if you ask me a question, you have to exchange things, we are genuine and innocent. "

Yang Feng said.

"Those who don't want to seek wealth in my hands dare not speak to me like this."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled coldly.

"Even if he doesn't want to seek wealth and honor in your hands, he still has to think about his descendants and his family. I'm just a bachelor, and I don't have to think about anyone else. I'm willing to cut myself to pieces and dare to drag the emperor down."

Yang Feng continued to nibble on the leg of lamb recklessly.

"That's the one you haven't seen being beaten. I'll let you see it some other day."

Zhu Yuanzhang said.

However, he still waved to the commander who was waiting beside him, and the latter hurried forward with a pen and paper in his hand, looking at Yang Feng with a waiting look...

"One iron pot, there should be a charcoal stove, if not, I'll dig a floor stove."

"One iron pot and one carbon stove."

"Two hundred catties of charcoal, one water tank, bowls and plates, one hundred catties of flour, one hundred catties of rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar tea, pepper, pepper and other seasonings. Vegetables and fruits of this season are different. One hundred catties, ten more chickens and one sheep, and this tent will also be kept.”

Yang Feng said as if he wanted to fight a protracted war with Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Just answer your majesty's question, why do you want so much?"

The commander said angrily.

"Because I have the right not to answer? This is called a seller's market. What I can offer is unique to me, and no one else can provide it. So as long as you want it, then I have the qualification to make an offer."

Yang Feng said sincerely.

"give him!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said.

The commander hurriedly wrote them down, and then retreated silently...

"Not stamped?"

Yang Feng asked.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled lightly, took out a seal from his waist that was definitely not a jade seal, and stamped it on the paper.

However, he does not have the jade seal that was ordered by heaven to live forever. It is not just him. Since Li Congke committed suicide in the later Tang Dynasty, this jade seal has disappeared, so all the messy so-called jade seals that have appeared since then are all fake.

Yang Feng looked at the stamped list contentedly.

"Your Majesty, our military system is very simple.

Active duty, that is, the standing army, reserve service, that is, maintaining a certain amount of training, and can be recruited at any time during civilian warfare, and all young adults who can join the army, we all have to go to school for a period of military training, but this is of no significance to you.This system must at least be fully flintlocked, and it must have real national identity. A feudal dynasty like yours is useless. Can you expect the people to charge against the cannons to defend your Zhu family?
It's no big deal for them to change the emperor, isn't it the same food?
Why don't I tell you how your descendants reformed to cope with the corruption of your military household system? By the way, you didn't destroy the remnant yuan, and they have been entangled with your descendants for more than 200 years.

So your descendants still regard it as the main opponent.

An emperor was also captured by Can Yuan. He should be your great-grandson. Without your skills, he still learned to drive himself to conquer. In the end, the whole army was wiped out. He became a prisoner and was taken to the border gate for shame. He was nicknamed the Son of Heaven.

After that, your military household became more and more corrupt, and even dozens of Japanese pirates threatened Nanjing, so your descendants mainly recruited soldiers in the later period.

From Liaodong to Jiayuguan, a total of nine general soldiers were set up, each with tens of thousands of soldiers under their jurisdiction. The imperial court gave them money to recruit and train their own troops, mobilize troops in the defense area, and even decide when to leave Saili court. Sweep hole. "

He said.

"Isn't that the same as raising Anlu Mountain?"

Zhu Yuanzhang said instantly with a chill on his face.

I don't know if it's because of this system, or because of his anger at the emperor.

I have to say that at Lao Zhu's age, talking to him is also very dangerous, and it is easy to get angry and have a cerebral hemorrhage.

"Your descendants are not stupid. They learned from the Song Dynasty to use literature to control martial arts. Governors and governors were set up in border towns. These are civil officials, all of whom have the title of capital censor, and some even have the title of Minister of War. Titles, and these civil servants not only manage food and salaries, but also carry Shangfang swords, and have the right to kill generals first and then play."

Yang Feng said.

"If it is useful to use Wen Yuwu, the Zhao family will not have men as slaves and women as prostitutes!

Regardless of whether civil or military, they love money after all. As long as the money is in their hands, it will be used to enrich their own pockets. Who would not collude with others, and who would not be able to eat empty wages? How could they really defend the country against the enemy? It is right that the imperial court wants money. If I am not mistaken, they should also learn to support the bandits and respect themselves, right?No wonder the country was so poor that the country perished in the end, and all the money from the court went to such a moth bag, so it didn't mean that the country had to be poor to the point of subjugation. "

Zhu Yuanzhang sneered.

"What you said is absolutely correct, the leader of the Tartars who won the world in the end is said to be a slave of the Liaodong General Army.

Not only do they support themselves, but they also join forces to deal with those who refuse to join forces.

You had a famous general in the late Ming Dynasty, even if he was put in the founding of your country, he would not lose to Xu Chang. He trained a new army for your descendants. In the past ten years, no Tartars dared to invade the country, but this made it difficult for other general soldiers and civil officials. Therefore, after he was transferred because the emperor didn't like it and died of illness, his new army was framed for mutiny and murdered.

His ancestor is said to be your personal soldier, surnamed Qi. "

Yang Feng said.

"Qi?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was puzzled for a moment.

"Dengzhou Wei Ji."

Yang Feng said.

"Your Majesty, he should be referring to Qi Bin, the commander of the Dengzhou Guard."

The commander said cautiously.

"Yes, Qi Xiang's son, his father did follow me in the army, and later died in the battle in Yunnan. In this way, I, a Ming military family, was worthy of me in the end."

Zhu Yuanzhang said with emotion.

"Indeed, there are still some descendants of your adopted son Mu Ying, who followed your descendant emperor who was strangled to death by bowstrings to the end.

However, most of those who really fought for your Ming Dynasty to the end were those rebels who were forced to rebel by your descendants. You are now in the territory of the Ming Dynasty, resisting to the end as a subject of the Ming Dynasty, struggling for 20 years The one who refused to surrender to the Tartars and chose to commit suicide with his whole family was a rebel who, like you, had his parents and brothers starved to death by the exorbitant taxes of your descendants, and chose to rebel if he could not survive.

Is it ironic?

Your whole family starved to death and chose to rebel, and the one who fought for your Ming Dynasty to the end was also the one who was forced to starve to death by your descendants and rebelled. "

Yang Feng said maliciously.

Zhu Yuanzhang blushed for a moment and looked at him with murderous eyes, then suddenly got up and kicked the table over for him.

Fortunately, Yang Feng reacted quickly, quickly dodged away with the wine jar in one hand and the leg of lamb in the other.

His Majesty the Emperor didn't say a word, just turned around and walked outside...

"Watch him closely, he wants to run!"

Then came the voice of His Majesty the Emperor in the rain.

"Quick, surround this place, let him escape and behead him!"

The commander shouted.

Then, like a dog wagging its tail, he hurried to flatter His Majesty the Emperor.

Yang Feng sat there gnawing mutton and drinking rice wine from a jar, watching His Majesty's back disappear in the rainy night.

He really wanted to run away, and he wanted so many messes just to coax Zhu Yuanzhang, but he didn't expect this guy to be too cunning, and he could see his real purpose at a glance. This kind of old fox is really difficult to deal with, but fortunately, he has no shortage of supplies. It's a big deal to spend with him anymore.The current Zhu Yuanzhang will not kill him, and he already believes in his identity, which means that there are too many things in him that Zhu Yuanzhang needs to know, but after being angry this time, he should not bother him in a short time.

But he is stuck here, and it's not just the emperor who wants to disturb him!

"This old fox is still fishing!"

Yang Feng sighed with emotion.

The news about him has spread, and it has been confirmed by Zhu Yuanzhang and Tang He. Those who have any ideas in Ming Dynasty are looking forward to getting something from him.

Now Zhu Yunqi has not yet been crowned the grandson of the emperor.

"Scared me!"

In his own tent behind him, the little princess crawled out of the sleeping bag with a chicken nest head on her head as if she had survived the catastrophe.

His tent was directly enclosed in the big tent.

"Hurry up and go back to your temple, and don't run to me in the future, I am an honest gentleman!"

Yang Feng glared at her and said.

(Thanks to book friends A White Crow, Jinan Mingyue, Shushan stressful afternoon nap, lazy school grass, pure hehe, Benjamin Siegberg and others for their rewards)

(End of this chapter)