You have truly caused me great suffering!

The rain near Kyoto lasted for a long time.

The air seemed to have become thicker.

Groups of people followed the main force aimlessly.

They don't even know who they're fighting or who they're enemies with. Sometimes, when they fight, they even kill or injure their own people.

No one ever tried to stop them.

It's just like locusts swarming across the land, driven entirely by their instinct to follow the crowd.

If you don't follow, or choose to run away halfway, you'll either be slaughtered by the local nobles when you return home, or starve to death.

Nowadays, throughout the island nation, especially Honshu, nobles worry that ragged civilians are scouts.

When the main force arrives, they will cut off the heads of the entire family and hang them on trees by the roadside.

Society has been torn apart, and the hatred, hostility and distrust between people have reached their peak.

Who could have imagined that this would happen in just two or three years?

It can only be said that their bottomless oppression and exploitation have accumulated too much hatred and resentment.

The more tolerant these people are in normal times, the more violently they erupt at this moment.

In Kyoto, all the nobles trembled with fear. They were not powerful clans from Hokkaido, and they knew how dangerous these mobs were.

Moreover, dealing with these people is different from other wars.

In other wars, you can surrender with your troops.

This is a war to the death, a war with no chance of surrender.

Moreover, once trust between the upper and lower levels is broken, it will last a long time and cannot be repaired in a short period of time.

The future is unlikely to be peaceful.

Perhaps the only ones we can rely on are the Jing army in the port. If they take action, they should be able to defeat any demons or monsters.

At this time, the nobles in Kyoto were extremely envious of their compatriots in Iwami, Tsukushi, and Ise provinces.

At least they no longer have to worry about the lives of their entire family.

Order still exists there.

Jing Jun wields absolute power in these three countries, but they never interfere.

The nobles still exploited the common people.

Jingjun had no responsibility to stand up for the Japanese people, nor did they receive such an order.

On the contrary, the noble lords were nothing more than a bunch of compradors. They exploited the local people to serve the mining needs of the mines.

Da Jing transported back ship after ship of gold and silver, and the local nobles also benefited from it, while the common people of Japan remained the same as before.

However, in the past, the only option was farming, but now there is another way: working hard as a miner.

Jingjun would only intervene if the nobles exploited the mines too much and it affected mining operations.

Such a life was already something that the nobles of Kyoto could only dream of.
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June 20th.

The mob surged in very suddenly.

Everyone went mad and began to attack, destroy, and kill.

The rain lasted for seven or eight days, which saved them from disaster; at least the mob could not force them out of the manor by setting fires.

The mob carried any weapons they could find: stones, sticks, bone clubs, teeth.
They charged forward with a roar.

Centuries of oppression and the resentment accumulated by generations have transformed into a thick, pungent smell of blood, permeating every inch of Honshu Island.

The current Heiha Goro looks much older than the original Heiha Goro; he is middle-aged with dark, wrinkled skin.

His eyes were born red, for some unknown reason. In his birthplace, people said he would dig up and eat the dead at night after they were buried. It was said that his eyes turned red from eating so many people.

He was overjoyed; he had finally achieved something great!

The rain had just stopped, and the fiery red clouds made the sky look like a piece of blood-soaked silk, hanging low and oppressive.

The continuous rainfall caused the Kamo River near Kyoto to surge with turbid water, carrying away decaying grass and corpses.

Such horrific scenes have been abandoned by everyone.

Out-of-control human society is far more cruel and bloody than the natural world, because the natural world also has its own set of laws.

Here, there are no rules at all.

Kyoto has no walls, only a grid-like network of streets and alleys. However, the left capital is desolate, and the right capital is also declining. Between Nijo and Kujo, there are several tall mansions with deep courtyards, their eaves pointing out into the clouds, and the gilded owls gleaming coldly in the rain and mist.

The century-long regency politics allowed these powerful figures in Kyoto to amass countless riches.

Now, this ointment is about to be scooped out.

Hirahi Goro, the Japanese's own Huang Chao.

Those in the middle, the elite force of the mob, are quite different from the ordinary mob.

They had trained in Iwami for a period of time and moved in a very orderly manner. They carried sickles and bamboo spears, and were dressed in tattered hemp clothing with a layer of soft armor underneath.

These men, their faces smeared with stove ash and cow blood, howled like wild beasts, constantly guiding the mob's direction.

There were also people dressed in white, wearing white hats, with strips of white cloth hanging down their heads.

They mingled in the crowd, performing rituals like shamans, chanting slogans such as "White Lotus Descends to Earth" and "Maitreya Descends to Earth."

These people never utter a single meaningful word; their slogans are all vague, ambiguous, and empty.

It sounds very inspiring, but upon closer inspection, it's as if it says nothing at all.

The first to bear the brunt was the Toshiro-Sanjo-no-dono of the Fujiwara clan.

The ancestral home of the Fujiwara clan covered an area of ​​thirty cho (approximately 33 square meters), with walls three jo (approximately 10 meters) high. Inside, there was a pond and a covered walkway, and it housed countless ancient scrolls of the Manyoshu (Collection of Ten Thousand Leaves) and Tang dynasty celadon artifacts.

The grain was piled up, and the warehouses were full, but unfortunately, all their samurai died in Sagano.

When the mob arrived, the people inside the Fujiwara family mansion huddled in a corner, too afraid to move.

There was also Fujiwara no Tadashi's youngest grandson, who looked to be about ten years old. Because his biological father had been killed by his grandfather, he was abandoned here with no one to care for him.

Having lost the protection of the Lang faction and the warriors, the mob easily broke through the bamboo fence and stormed in.

Heiha Goro cheered and called to his men, "Men, let's have some fun! They owe us this!"

His men came in with sinister smiles, searched everyone in the manor, and drove them into the courtyard.

Hirahi Goro sat on a rock, patted the rock next to him, and said to his men with a smile, "The rocks of the Kanpaku family are all warm."

He stepped forward with a smile, his face honest and simple, just like an old farmer.

Actually, he really was. At least he was two years ago.

“We are just trying to survive. Your Fujiwara family must have some savings. If you hand them over, I promise I won’t kill you.”

"Is what you're saying true?" A young man from the Fujiwara clan mustered his courage and stepped forward to ask.

"It's true, it's definitely true!"

"Alright! I'll hand it over!" The boy told them to follow him to his room to retrieve the valuables.

Others followed suit, some paying money to save their lives.

After they had searched the place thoroughly, only three people remained who hadn't voluntarily paid.

Hirahi Goro stepped forward personally, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his thick arms, and chopped off the hands and feet of the three men, hanging them from the trees in the courtyard.
Then, with a lewd grin, he ordered all the women to be stripped naked and bound to the stone lampposts by the pond.

They used ladles and basins to fetch water from the lake in the courtyard and splashed it around for fun, then lit torches, and for a time, there was constant wailing.

Fujiwara no Tadashi's youngest grandson, who had been hidden in the Buddhist shrine by servants, was also dragged out. A mob shouted, "Pay back the debt!"

The men who had paid the money dared not resist and knelt on the ground weeping.

When they had had their fill of fun, Heika Goro gave a signal, and the men began to hack and slash with their swords.

"We've paid!"

The mob clapped their hands and shouted with laughter, "We're just kidding! We'll kill you even if you pay us!"

Hirahi Goro glanced at the Fujiwara family's old house and thought to himself that Jingjun was really something, knowing even such a location so well.

Not long after the fall of Kujo-dono, Nijo-dono was also captured, and its fate was even worse.

The private soldiers left behind by the Taira clan in Kyoto were no longer under any master and were essentially unclaimed warriors.

But they still chose to resist, and as a result, they were surrounded and killed without any suspense.

The mob continued their attack.

Along the way, in the manors and residences, noblewomen and young girls, as long as they were women from noble families, could not escape their fate.

Several brave men who had thrown themselves into the well were all pulled out, stripped naked, and their bodies exposed on the Vermilion Bird Road.

An old woman hid gold in her hair bun. A mob dragged her by her hair for three miles, her scalp split open, and gold mixed with blood was scattered all over the street stones.

Later, they began to dig up graves, exhuming and trampling on the long-rotted corpses and even bones.

The next day, nearly five thousand rioters surrounded the Imperial Guard's residence.

This place is close to the Kamo River and has been fortified with a moat that draws in fresh water for protection, making it relatively well-defended.

Moreover, powerful private armies from the east and north are stationed here.

It was obvious that Hirahigoro had been instructed by a master, as he directly drove the captured nobles to fill in the moat.

This tactic is far too advanced; it belongs to the unique skill of the Jurchen Tartars, a force in the highest level of warfare. Its appearance in the Bronze rank is not only highly practical, but the mere fact of it is enough to shock the powerful clans within the Imperial Guard.

They had never seen this method before.

The mob's leaders drove the elderly and weak to the river, but when they realized they weren't enough, they spurred the mob forward, causing many to fall into the river.

The people who followed ignored them and simply stepped over the corpses.

The number of rioters was too large, and the people inside the houses could no longer hold on. Some powerful families were so frightened that they fled with their men.

This is completely different from what they heard. They said the mob was just a rabble who came today to kill disobedient people for their own amusement.

Who knew that a group of evil spirits would come?

After breaking down the door, a group of people saw the head of the Imperial Guard burning family records, intending to destroy the family genealogy.

After the mob seized the property, they beat the victim to death in the courtroom.

The men of the Konoe family were driven to the riverbank, where the mob laughed and told them to jump. Those who refused were covered with fishing nets and thrown into the whirlpools of the Kamo River.

Blood flowed downstream, turning the entire river red and emitting an unbearable stench.

By June 24th, Kyoto Ukyo had become almost a ghost town.

The nobles either fled to Mount Hiei, hid at Nara-ji Temple, or escaped to Osaka Bay by boat. However, those who could not escape were all slaughtered.

While Heika Goro was in the midst of his killing spree, someone quietly approached.

I whispered in his ear that it was time to get down to business.

Hirahi Goro was still somewhat hesitant, but considering what he had done, there was no turning back.

Even if hell truly exists, what I've done so far has been enough.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and led his trusted mob, along with countless others, toward that place.

A single lineage for all ages?
That's it for today.

The "Government Office of Dongying Prefecture, East Road of Dajingshan" compiled in later generations records the following:

[In the third year of Jianwu of the Great Jing Dynasty, in June.]

The people of Japan were in turmoil. This country was known as the "divine nation," but since Emperor Toba took power, Emperor Sutoku had only held a nominal position.

Fujiwara, Genpei, and other nobles treated the common people like dirt and treated them like cattle and horses.

In spring they plunder their seeds, in autumn they seize their grain, and in winter they demand their women; such oppressive rule is more ferocious than tigers and wolves!
Thus, the starving people of Nairo rose in rebellion, and the bandits of Iga responded.
The crowd surged like boiling water, rushing straight towards the capital city of Heian.

There are no walls to defend, no soldiers to guard against.
But the blood of high-ranking officials splattered at the Vermilion Bird Gate, and the corpses of noble ladies lay strewn across two roads.

Not long after, the rebels breached the city walls, King Chongde hanged himself, and Toba was captured.

Some people splashed it with excrement, while others poked its navel with a burning stick; the bird's feathers could not survive.

The king, empress, and their wives and concubines, numbering around one hundred, were driven out of the streets.

The rioters forced her to remove her single layer of clothing and kneel naked on the rubble. A noblewoman, eight months pregnant…

Those who claimed to have a "lineage that lasts for ten thousand generations" are now reduced to ruins, their imperial genealogy reduced to ashes, and their people and clans wiped out.

Is this not the way of Heaven, where those who oppress the people will ultimately reap what they sow?
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Jinling, within the imperial city.

Chen Shao felt he had an unusually good appetite today and ate an extra bowl of rice.

The Zhongshan Mountain Resort was almost finished. Chen Shao, who was feeling restless after eating and drinking, took a tour with his men and made two requests.

First, the bathtub wasn't big enough. Second, the sewers were covered with copper mesh to prevent mosquitoes, and the manholes were lined with sulfur paste to prevent snakes and insects from appearing.

He's not afraid to spend money at all.

The fleets that sailed to Southeast Asia brought back rare treasures, exotic birds and animals, and they threw them back in like they were free.

The emperor, who was usually frugal, built a palace for himself, which was a rare occurrence, and all the officials approved of it.

His Majesty's rewards during festivals and holidays could build several imperial palaces.

He's not like the foolish Duke of the previous dynasty, who built a courtyard but didn't live there, spending three or five years there every year, which was a complete waste of money.

Even after it's repaired, a large group of Taoist priests and Buddhist monks will still need to be kept inside.

Chen Shao was so frugal that all the officials were begging him to spend money.

In recent years, he has also changed his previous habit of being stingy, whenever there were too many places where he needed money and his finances were limited.

A place where silver and gold flow in continuously is bound to have the best financial prospects.

The implementation of paper money in the early Ming Dynasty failed, resulting in a shortage of copper coins. For a long time, people traded in goods such as rice, cloth, and salt certificates, which was extremely inefficient.

Silver, with its high value, easy divisibility, long shelf life, and cross-regional usability, can quickly become a primary currency.

This will accelerate the integration of the national market in Dajing, promote the development of long-distance trade, and usher in a new stage of commodity economy.

Industrial and commercial towns such as Suzhou, Hangzhou, Foshan, and Hankou emerged; handicrafts also rose to prominence.

In these places, to meet market demand for goods, private workshops expanded production and hired labor became widespread.

After descending from the Summer Palace, Chen Shao's mind was clear and his mood was very cheerful.

He glanced at the guards beside him and muttered under his breath, "Strange! I have a feeling that something good has happened, but I have no idea what has happened."

Upon hearing this, Da Hu tilted his head and asked, "I've heard people say that when people move to a new place, their spirits are refreshed and all their worries disappear. His Majesty must be happy because of the matter at the temporary palace."

Chen Shao chuckled, finding it quite pleasant to be able to come here to escape the summer heat.

In winter, soak in the hot springs of Tangshan; in summer, enjoy the cool breeze of Zhongshan.

"Big Tiger, your skills have improved! By the way, the matter of finding you relatives has been settled." (End of Chapter)