my days with tyrants

Chapter 41: Travelers are going to let themselves fly

Poor Yao Guangxiao tossed and turned in the room all night, but he didn't wait for Yang Feng to knock on his door.

He thought Yang Feng was playing hard to get with him.

Conspirator!

Isn't that how they all play?

however……

On the Yellow River at dawn, Yang Feng, who had slipped away again, rowed a borrowed boat and headed to the opposite bank in the mist.

"I always feel that you are in a very unstable state now. Is it okay for you to be so irresponsible?"

said the squad leader.

"What are you trying to say, I'm like a mad dog?"

"Well, that's a more appropriate word."

"So tell me, who do I need to be responsible for? Do I need to be responsible for the Ming Dynasty? Do I need to be responsible for the Zhu family? Do I need to be responsible for everyone in this era? Even I'm not sure if this is what happened in our history A dynasty, or some parallel universe, a country that is the same as the Ming Dynasty as we know it, so what do I need to do to get here?
Of course you can do whatever you want!

I don't need to abide by the laws of this era, I don't need to be bound by the morals of this era, and I don't need to care about the life and death of people in this era.

As long as I am not afraid of death, then I can completely let myself go.

You know over there that you must abide by the law, do your duty, and defend your country, because you really do belong to our country, and you have to do your duty for our country.

me too.

But is this our country?

no!
In this case, why should I think so much?
I can do whatever I want, and I can do whatever I feel happy about!
As for the result?

Do I need to take care of it? "

Yang Feng said.

That's the truth!
For him now, laws, morality, and responsibilities all don’t exist. He’s just parachuted into a place that doesn’t even count as a foreign country. Everything here has nothing to do with him. He’s not from this country. Not even from this era, he just got here by accident.Just like a Jurassic Tyrannosaurus rex being thrown into the Serengeti prairie, why do you still use the past to restrain yourself, why can't you let go of your legs and run freely?
There is an endless vastness ahead, and you can run as you want.

As for those little animals, they deserved to be trampled to death!

The only thing that can restrain him is death, but as long as he maintains the current state of being indifferent to life and death, he really has no scruples.

A time traveler, who has arrived in an era that has nothing to do with him at all, with a cheat...

He recently discovered that his physical fitness has become much stronger. In fact, he also felt a little abnormal at first, but he just didn't pay much attention to it. But now after starting this kind of long-distance march, he realized that he walked hundreds of miles across mountains and mountains in a day. No feeling of fatigue, just sleep and continue the next day.

This is obviously beyond his normal level.

Now even if he doesn't rely on modern weapons, he should be at the level of a fierce general.

"So what Zhu Yuanzhang did was actually right. He had to give you what you need to care about, and then tie you up in his Ming Dynasty, from body to soul."

The squad leader sighed.

So it's a mentality issue.

"That's up to him!"

Yang Feng said.

seven days later.

Teng County, Shandong Province.

"I seem to have opened an unknown realm in my soul, and there is a deep voice calling to me from a distance."

Yang Feng, who had dived five hundred miles, stood in a piece of wild grass in the south of the county seat, like a traveling backpacker finally seeing his destination, looking at the distant mountains with shining eyes.

"speak English!"

said the squad leader.

"That direction should be Qufu."

Yang Feng's affectionate eyes seemed to pass through the mountains, and saw a magnificent building, and a portrait of a money mouse tail...

Uh, no, there is no portrait of the money rat tail at this time.

"What do you want to do? That's Zhu Yuanzhang's Yan Shenggong, and after killing Hu Weiyong and no longer appointing a prime minister, Yan Shenggong has automatically become the head of civil officials. The hectares of the court are a hundred mu, and his family’s mu is still a large mu, one mu is equal to three mu, so it is equivalent to 60 mu. For Zhu Yuanzhang, who is stingy by nature, this reward is simply shocking..."

"Really so many?"

"What do you mean?"

"You also said that Zhu Yuanzhang is stingy by nature, and Yan Shenggong is like that to him. Besides, he still has spares in Quzhou, so why should he be so generous to the Kong family?

60 mu, is the Kong family his own son?
Wanli only gave 200 million mu of land to King Fu, and actually got 130 million mu of land.

Could it be that Zhu Yuanzhang's affection for the Kong family is half as strong as Wanli's affection for King Fu? "

Yang Feng said.

"Yes, he seems to be a bit too generous."

"Go and see?"

"Go and see, this must be seen!"

The squad leader also cheered up and said without hesitation.

As a matter of fact, modern researchers have questioned the two thousand hectares of sacrificial fields, thinking that they were probably forged by the Confucian family, and then they used this to legalize the land they annexed, because the Ming Dynasty officially recorded that Zhu Yuanzhang granted Yansheng There is no such gift field in the public content.After Xu Da took Shandong in the Northern Expedition, Kong Kejian, the Duke of Yansheng in the Great Yuan Dynasty, wanted to show his arrogance. He claimed to be sick and sent his son to see Zhu Yuanzhang, but after being threatened by Zhu Yuanzhang, he hurried to see Zhu Yuanzhang.

Then he was conferred the title of Shenggong.

Of course, there must be rewards, but there is no such thing as these two thousand hectares of sacrificed fields.

Moreover, with Zhu Yuanzhang's stinginess, it is unbelievable to suddenly give their family so many sacrificial fields. This is the treatment of his own son.

Also doubtful is the issue of taxation of these sacrificial fields.

The Confucian family said it was tax-free, but the Confucian family in Quzhou received a land tax for their sacrifices, and it was not low. It was not until the late Ming Dynasty that they asked for a reduction or exemption. This is clearly recorded.

Do Confucian families in the north and the south pay two kinds of treatment for sacrificing fields?
Immediately, Yang Feng came to the spirit, walked forward quickly, and soon arrived at a small village, it was already the harvest season, but here is not rice, but millet, and the mature farmland around the village is full of The farmers who harvested the crops, because it was approaching noon, there were already people drinking water and eating by the side of the road. They could see that they were very happy. The carts were pulled by cows, and the carts were full of bundles of millet...

"The old friend, Jishou, invited me to Tian's house. The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green hills are sloping outside."

Yang Feng couldn't help but get excited about poetry.

"That's millet, this is millet, and it's only grown in places where water is scarce in Shanxi Province. We don't lack water here, so there's no need to grow that."

An old farmer drinking water next to him said contemptuously.

"Have you ever been to Shanshan?"

Yang Feng said.

"The old man killed more people in Shanshan than you have ever seen in this younger generation."

The old farmer said calmly.

Then he picked up the large porcelain bowl and drank mung bean soup calmly.

Yang Feng leaned forward in front of him and looked at this old guy curiously. He was about sixty years old, but his figure was still very strong, and there were several scars on his arms that were no longer obvious. They should have been scars when he was young. A fierce general.

"Is there any special person in Tengzhou in the early Ming Dynasty?"

he asked looking at his watch.

"Hold on."

said the squad leader.

The old man looked at Yang Feng's watch suspiciously.

"Zhang Liangbi, one of the heroes at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, was as famous as Wang Baobao. When Xu Da attacked Shaanxi, he was defeated and fled. He lived in seclusion in Wangkai Village, Tengzhou."

Then a woman's voice sounded.

Yang Feng looked at the old guy in astonishment, and the latter also looked at him...

"You are Zhang Liangbi? A person like you still dares to be so high-profile without hiding in the mountains and forests?"

Yang Feng said.

"What is the old man afraid of? It's not that Zhu Yuanzhang doesn't know that I'm here. Now the old man is just an old farmer in the countryside. He has not missed the money and food that he should pay, and the corvee that he has to serve. He just farms here with peace of mind. The children and grandchildren will be obedient citizens of his Zhu family. Does he need to embarrass me? But you are a young man, you are quite weird. This is a magic weapon in your hand? Are you a cultivator? Fourth, bring this monk a bowl !"

This hero who could indeed kill like hemp back then shouted at his son who should be him.

The young man, who was not yet twenty, quickly put down the sickle in his hand, went to take a similar large bowl of rough porcelain and placed it in front of Yang Feng.

Then quickly turned around and continued to work in the field.

Zhang Liangbi poured Yang Feng a bowl of mung bean soup.

Yang Feng still looked at the old farmer with difficulty, as if this face was not very real.

This is the real group of heroes at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the kind of separatist forces with territory, one of the four northern warlords who started from suppressing the Red Scarf Army in the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Baobao, Polo Timur, Li Siqi, Zhang Liangbi, the four guys fought in the north A pot of porridge, the last bit of vitality of the Yuan Dynasty, was tossed by the four bastards.Then Zhu Yuanzhang developed happily in the south. After they tossed the northern territory loyal to the Yuan Dynasty to thousands of miles, Xu Da led the Ming army on a mighty Northern Expedition, and went straight to Dadu. In the end, Zhang Liangbi and Li Siqi teamed up to protect Shaanxi tried to survive, but Li Siqi eventually surrendered.

Zhang Liangbi retreated steadily under the Ming army's attack. Although his younger brother fought the most costly battle of the Ming army's Northern Expedition in Qingyang, he was still no match for Xu Da in the end.

How could he still play pastoral songs here?
"Good people don't live long, but evil people live for thousands of years!"

Yang Feng sighed with emotion.

"Haha, the way of the world is like this. There are so many good and evil, right and wrong, and old people are not considered loyal ministers. They are just like those vassal towns in the Tang Dynasty. They also deal with Aiyou together with Polo Timur. Knowing Li Dala. As far as the people are concerned, they have killed countless people, and the corpses piled up in the places they passed. Shaanxi was almost killed by us in the melee. This is indeed a serious crime, but in the end it is still able to live in seclusion in the countryside , Bao Zi Nong grandson to a good end.

From this point of view, the so-called good and evil, right and wrong, are just deceiving those ignorant and foolish people. "

Zhang Liangbi said with a smile.

Then, holding his big bowl, he looked kindly at the children and grandchildren who were busy in the distance, obviously very satisfied with this year's harvest.

"That's true."

Yang Feng said.

Then he silently took out the pistol and began to screw on the suppressor.

(End of this chapter)