A.D. 1642, the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, is destined not to be a peaceful year. This year can be said to be a crucial year for the direction of the current situation in the world.

In the middle of the night, Gao Yihuan, who couldn't sleep, sat up from the bunk, rubbed his big cake face with both hands, and looked very melancholy. He heard snoring around him, and looked left and right, Gao Yitong and other villagers in Gaojia Village were sleeping soundly.

Gao Yihuan is very envious that they don't know anything and don't have to carry anything, but he is different, he has a sense of mission.

Yesterday, a white light flashed in his head, and a large amount of information poured out, and now Gao Yihuan is gradually getting used to it, and the two consciousnesses in his mind have gone from conflict to slow fusion, and his head has never hurt again.

There are two souls in his body, one is a student of a teacher in the future world, also called Gao Yihuan, and the other is the current Gao Yihuan, to be precise, he is not either of the two people now, but a new personality formed after the fusion of two consciousnesses. He is Gao Yihuan now, and he is also the unlucky guy in the future, but in general, the unlucky guy seems to have more memories.

He had read a lot of novels before, and he quickly accepted this fact and roughly understood the environment in which he lived. He was in the end of the Ming Dynasty, a very chaotic and cruel time node, in the spring of the fifteenth year of Chongzhen.

Judging from the little knowledge he knows about literature and history, this year is the year of the decisive battle between the Ming Dynasty and Li Chuang, and two years later, the Qing army will enter the customs, and then a more chaotic, bloody and cruel, dark and depressing era will come than now.

The more Gao Yihuan knows now, the more depressed he is for the whole world, and he is also worried and uneasy about his own life.

Sitting on the bunk, listening to the snoring around him, Gao Yihuan couldn't help but sigh again and began to think about his situation.

From a historical point of view, the army has just taken Luoyang, and now the soldiers are surrounding Kaifeng, which can be said to be very beautiful, but Gao Yihuan knows that it will not take long for the army to fail, and most of the army will be finished, but the Ming court is now also exhausted, and the collapse is only in front of him, and he cannot surrender to the Qing, and after the Qing army entered the customs, the army chased and beat the army all the way, and most of the generals were killed by the Qing army.

He has now become a little Luo Luo who broke into the army, and it is estimated that he will die either at the hands of the officials and the army, or at the hands of the Qing army.

If you look at history, then he is mostly a dead end, becoming a member of half of the population who disappeared in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

However, this result is obviously unacceptable to him. Is it possible to change that? Gao Yihuan felt that there were two opportunities, one was whether the army could transform from a rogue to an orthodox dynasty, gain the support of the northern gentry, lay a solid foundation, don't offend everyone, and cheapen the Qing army.

As long as the army completes the transformation into an orthodox dynasty, does not make a wrong judgment militarily, and properly solves the problem of Wu Sangui, a new dynasty should have no problem blocking the entry of the Qing army. As long as the foundation is firm and the northern gentry are not forced to the side of the Qing army, the north will not at least not be as bad as it was in history and collapse in an instant.

The second is that the imperial court wiped out the intruding army, eliminated the civil strife, and then slowly reformed, perhaps it could also continue its life and prevent the Qing army from taking advantage of it.

However, Gao Yihuan, thinking of these two parties, felt that they were not very reliable. The Ming Dynasty is already terminally ill, and the possibility of trying to calm down the civil strife is zero, and Gao Yihuan, a small person, cannot affect the Ming Dynasty, and it is estimated that the Ming Dynasty cannot be counted on.

On the side of the army, there is history there, and Gao Yihuan is also melancholy.

He wanted to do something, but at the moment he was just an ordinary person who was coerced by thieves, and the combination of these two lives, except for prophetic foresight, did not seem to give him any special abilities, and his experience and ability were not enough to change anything.

At this time, in the middle of the night, Gao Yihuan rubbed his face with his hand again, he gradually realized that thinking too much now is a fantasy, even if he worries, he can't change anything, and to make a difference, the key is to have the strength to influence the times.

"Yes, only if you have strength can you pry the trajectory of this era." Gao Yi said happily: "The Ming Dynasty is about to die, the bureaucratic class has been solidified, and I, a person outside the system, have no fame, and I am just a pawn when I run over." Bureaucrats rank seniority and pay attention to seniority, and the chance of rising at the bottom is slim, and they may not be able to get out of the way for more than ten years. Although he is not very reliable, he can be regarded as a new start-up company, full of internal motivation, it is the time to fight the world, and there is not so much red tape, but I can attach myself to him, make a small hill out, accumulate strength first, and then think about the future. ”

Thinking of this, Gao Yihuan exhaled heavily, glanced at the sleeping villagers on both sides, and lay down to let himself fall asleep as soon as possible. Time is running out, he has to nourish his spirits, start tomorrow to be a small department general of the army, do a good job in the things in front of him, and then talk about the future.

If more than fifty people can't bring it well, then what else is there to talk about? Gao Yihuan was thinking in his mind, planning for the future, and slowly fell asleep with a trace of excitement.

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In the morning, just after dawn, Gao Yihuan suddenly opened his eyes, a carp wanted to stand up from the bunk, but he was fat, plus he was in a coma and didn't sleep for half a night, and his body was tired.

This made him embarrassed for a while, so he could only stand up with his hands, he sat up and looked left and right, the men in Gaojia Village were still sleeping, and no one saw his embarrassment, so he couldn't help but exhale and quietly got out of the bunk.

Gao Yihuan first tidied himself up, making people look very decent and energetic, and maintained the dignity of the chief, and then picked up two pieces of iron and struck each other "dangdang".

The piercing sound of gold and iron suddenly pierced the silence of the early morning, and the more than 20 men sleeping in the tent rubbed their eyes and sat up in a daze.

The other camps outside were also awakened by the sound, and "straight mother thief, turtle grandson" scolded.

"Second brother, early in the morning, what are you doing here?" Gao Yiyan and the others were woken up by him, sat up with a helpless face, and complained.

Gao Yihuan threw the two pieces of iron aside, clapped his hands, and glanced at everyone, he raised his head and said to Gao Yihuan angrily: "I am now the head of your department, don't call the second brother and the second brother, no big or small, get up for Lao Tzu, and then stand outside."

Gao Yiyan looked at him with caring eyes for a while, and wondered in his heart, didn't you ask me to call him yesterday? Could it be that it is sick again?

Although reluctant, Gao Yitong and other men in Gaojia Village still came down from Tongpu one by one.

Gao Yihuan told them to get dressed, then went to stand outside the tent, then turned around and went out of the tent to call the others to get up.

"What happened to the young owner today? Yesterday I was still hanging my head, and in the morning it was like being beaten with chicken blood. A man in his twenties lifted his pants, tired his belt a little tighter, and said to Gao Yiyan: "Alas, there is no food to eat, and we are not allowed to sleep." ”

Gao Yiyan tapped his head with a finger, "I talked to my old club yesterday, and it was not normal, I guess I am sick again." ”

The man took a breath and said melancholy: "What's the matter?" If the young owner is sick on the battlefield, what can we do? ”

"It's okay, the second ~ general manager, it's been like this lately, nervous, good for a while and bad for a while, but the old club said, he just said, he just has no big problems with his brain, and he has become smarter, which is a good thing." Gao Yiyan got dressed and said to the man next to him, "Hurry up and go out, let's follow him a little." ”

In an open space outside the tent, fifty men stood scattered, Gao Yihuan walked in front of them, looking at his subordinates, and he didn't fight anywhere, all of them were thin crooked melons and cracked dates, one by one drooping their heads, without any energy.

Gao Yihuan's heart was half cold, and half of last night's passion dissipated, he stopped and stood in front of them, sighed, and finally raised his voice and said, "Whether you want to or not, we are all the king's men now." In the future, I, Gao Yihuan, will be the head of your department, and you will have to call my official name when you see me in the future, do you understand? ”

A group of people, you look at me, I look at you, and no one responds. Gao Yihuan couldn't help but have a headache, he thought that he had no problem with bringing forty or fifty people, after all, he used to be a small cadre in the class, and now it seems that the problem is very serious.

Seeing that everyone was at a loss, and seeing the men standing crookedly, he was annoyed, and pointed to a man with a shaking body and said, "Zhao Dachu, you turtle grandson, what are you shaking?" ”

"Hungry, owner! I didn't eat, my legs were tired! The skinny skinny man replied with a face full of wrongs.

As soon as he spoke, half of the fifty men followed, "Boss, you're hungry, it's time to put porridge~"

Gao Yihuan slapped his forehead and waved his hand again and again in frustration, "Go and go~ go back to sleep~"