"In this era, there is no basis for reference in the history books.

In the huge peasant uprising at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the Yuan Court, which occupied absolute strength, seemed to be a bystander from the beginning to the end.

In fact, they are not ignorant of the situation in the south, but they have a strange attitude. When Zhu Wu annexed Zhu Chongba, they clapped their hands and applauded, and the dog ate the dog began, watching the excitement.

In turn, Zhu Chongba landed directly in Shandong, and they panicked again. However, while they sent troops to encircle and suppress, they also complained, why didn't Zhu Wu kill Zhu Chongba!

Zhu Wu went up the river and conquered the three towns of Wuchang in Jiujiang, they were shocked and issued edicts one after another, and the provinces in the south that were not included in Zhu Wu's sphere of influence also strengthened their defenses.

But Zhu Wu suddenly gave Xu Shouhui a slap, and they were elated again. even shouted in his heart, Zhu Wu beat him.

However, with the fall of the second city of Xiangfan, Zhu Wu's tentacles extended to the land of Jingxiang, and they were angry again.

The center condemns the locality, and the local does not bird the central.

In the final analysis, the world belongs to Mengyuan, and the commanders of all Yuan armies in the world are also nobles of Mengyuan.

Henan Daya Batulu, Chakhan Timur with his base camp in Guanzhong, Zhenbei Wang in Shandong, Branche near Liaodong, and various princes in Sichuan, Yunnan, Hunan and other places.

The army is the guarantee of their rights, and the infighting of the Mengyuan for a hundred years has determined the vigilance and suspicion of the local warlords against the center.

If it weren't for the necessity, they seemed unwilling to use the soldiers and horses in their hands to fight the rebels to the death.

It also seems that there is little interest in quelling rebellions and centralizing power. They are like warlords, feudal towns. But it also recognizes the orthodoxy of the central government. I also listened to the dispatch and arrangements of the central authorities.

They were small groups under the rule of the Mongol Yuan, and they did not understand what it meant to work together.

Probably their mindset was still more than 100 years ago, and they needed a strong leader to integrate their forces.

But in the last days of Mengyuan, they no longer had such heroes. If, like another northern national regime a few hundred years later, they knew that they would reuse the Confucian-born Hanchen to quell the rebellion, it would be hard to say the outcome.

It has been almost five years since Zhu Wu raised his army, and the speed of his rise caught the Yuan court off guard. And Zhu Wu is absolutely different from the rebels who have risen in the past dynasties.

He's not a rogue, he's more of a builder than a destroyer. Unlike the rogues of other dynasties, his ranks were defeated at first, then corrupted and degenerated, and finally fell under the combined suppression of the government and the landlord class.

The Han Dynasty established the ZZ organization early, with a clear policy of governing the country and a program of governance that is beneficial to the people. A strong army and a strong administrative organization enabled him to quickly absorb the population and economy of the occupied areas.

And because of geographical factors, the Yuan court in the north is out of reach, and there has been no clear extermination policy, so that Zhu Wu's Han is now smooth.

What Zhu Wu has to face now is not pressure from the north. Instead, it is necessary to better sort out the territory under its rule and accumulate strength.

Only in this way can he calmly face the chaos in the world in the next five years.

The past is no longer dangerous, the unknown is the most terrifying. History is off the rails, and I believe he will have the last laugh, but this road is not easy at all! ”

"Ahem! Cough! ”

Two candles, a pot of strong tea.

In the study, Xi Yingzhen finished writing these strokes one by one, and the expression on his face looked extremely difficult.

The candle flame flickered and swayed under his cough, and the walls were filled with the shadow of flames.

"Little Maozi!"

"Grandpa!"

Mao Xiang came in from outside and said respectfully.

"These notes are in a black box, the fifth box!" Xi Yingzhen rubbed his heart and said with difficulty.

"Yes!"

Mao Xiang didn't say much, put away the notes on the table, and then put them into the box according to the instructions of the old way.

Xi Yingzhen took a sip of tea, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"Since following Xiao Wu, Lao Tzu has written a diary every day. These things will be buried with Lao Tzu in the future, if Lao Tzu's grave is found in a few hundred years, what will those experts think when they read Lao Tzu's diary? ”

Thinking of this, Xi Yingzhen began to ponder again, "Lao Tzu will die in the future, where will he be buried?" ”

Thinking about it, he smiled, "Just bury it in Haozhou, where Lao Tzu and Xiao Wu met!" ”

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! ”

There was another cough from a distance, and Mao Xiang took the spittoon in time and gently patted the old man's vest.

"Grandpa, you're not feeling well, let's rest early!" Mao Xiang said distressedly.

"No way!" Old man Xi didn't even look at the yellow and black phlegm in the spittoon, and bent down to pick up a stack of paperwork on the ground, "I haven't read the papers of those students in the school yet!" Your grandfather and I, now it's a minute to break it in half, and I can't stop! ”

Mao Xiang sighed and said, "Master, the head of the Chen family's pharmacy said that he found the seeds of the medicinal herbs you wanted." His family has a Zhuangzi outside the capital, and he can try planting there! ”

Xi Yingzhen's hand shook, and a book left heavy ink marks. Turning his head, his face was full of terrifying hideousness.

"Tell him that he dares to plant that thing, Lao Tzu will let his nine clans die, and the ancestral graves will be dug for him!"

Mao Xiao was frightened, Xi Yingzhen had never had such a terrifying expression.

"Also, when Lao Tzu wants this medicinal herb, it's best for him to keep his mouth shut and don't say anything about it, and the refining method that Lao Tzu told him!"

As he spoke, Xi Yingzhen suddenly stopped talking, frowned and pondered for a while, and looked at Mao Xiang with a straight face, "You have to do something for your master!" ”

"You say!" Mao Xiang did not hesitate, "An must do a good job!" ”

Xi Yingzhen stared at him, "If Lao Tzu dies one day, you go and kill all the people in the Chen family's pharmacy, and then set fire to his house, don't leave a single piece of paper, not a word can be left behind, understand?" ”

"Grandson remembered!"

Mao Xiao nodded, with a solemn expression.

"That thing hurts people!" Xi Yingzhen turned his head and continued to look at the paperwork sent by the school, "The sick man of East Asia!" I'm grass your grandma's! It's all this thing! ”

As he spoke, the pen in his hand stopped again, and asked for the back molars, and the trademark calculating smile appeared on his thin face again.

"This thing, it's good to let Xiao Wu take it out and harm others in the future!"

Thinking about it, he immediately shook his head, "No, no!" The bad guy has to be Lao Tzu to do it, and Xiao Wu wants to be Mingjun! ”

Mao Xiang was on the side, he wanted to speak and stopped, thought about it, and said, "Master, lock that person, the addiction is getting bigger and bigger, and I shout every day!" ”

"Give it to him!" Xi Yingzhen didn't raise his head and continued to be busy.

"Master, he's a waste person, what are you doing with it?" Mao Xiang asked in a low voice, "How easy it is to kill directly!" ”

"Humph!" Xi Yingzhen gritted his teeth, "Do you know what grandpa hates the most?" ”

Mao Xiang shook his head.

"He was a student of Lao Tzu and betrayed me!" Xi Yingzhen sneered, "Lao Tzu hates betrayal the most!" ”

As he spoke, he squinted at Mao Xiang, "Remember, Lao Tzu hates the betrayal of students the most!" ”

The hairs on Mao Xiang's body stood up, and he didn't dare to say any more.

"Besides, keep him for now, I can't say what it will be of any use one day!" Xi Yingzhen smiled coldly, "He boasts that he wants to assist the Ming Lord, but presumably, the Ming Lord he believes is already him!" ”

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! ”

The old man coughed again, and the candle flame jumped again.

Mao Xiao silently took out a fur coat from the cabinet and draped it on the old man's body.

"If there really is a day, Lao Tzu will die!" Xi Yingzhen spoke again and said slowly, "You take the money I left you, go to be a rich man, and live happily!" ”

Mao Xiang knelt at Xi Yingzhen's feet and gently rubbed the old man's legs.

"Master, if you leave, I will follow you!"

"Silly boy!" Xi Ying smiled lovingly, "Don't talk nonsense, grandpa wants you to live well!" ”

Mao Xiang raised his head and plucked up his courage, "Master, why don't you find someone?" ”

"What do you mean?" Xi Ying really didn't understand.

"The old man who sells tofu on the street has a son when he is sixty!" Mao Xiang whispered, "You can find me a grandmother, give birth to a child, and I will continue to serve in the future, how good!" ”

"Get out of the way!" Xi Yingzhen laughed and scolded, "You kid is bold, dare to entertain Lao Tzu!" ”

"I heard King Han talk to you last time!" Mao Xiang said softly, "King Han said, if you don't have a seed, doesn't it mean that you came to this world for nothing?" After a hundred years, you won't even have a person to worship! ”

"Ahem! Cough! Xi Yingzhen just wanted to speak, but immediately coughed again.

"Besides, if only one could hope to live a few more years!" Mao Xiang gently patted Xi Yingzhen's back, "When my father got married, he didn't have a child for five or six years, my father is in a hurry!" Later, my grandfather fell ill and vomited blood, and the doctor said that he was preparing for the afterlife, and guess what? ”

"What's wrong?" Xi Yingzhen suppressed his cough.

Mao Xiao smiled, "It just so happens that my mother is pregnant with me, so my grandfather is looking forward to it, and I tell God every day to let my grandson go again." Later, when I was born, my grandfather said again that I would leave when my grandson would call my grandfather. That's it, my grandfather has my hope, and I have lived for several more years! ”

"Hope? Wish? Xi Yingzhen held his pen, "Sometimes, it's really a good medicine!" ”