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February 1, 1622, the twenty-first day of the lunar calendar.

How to summarize the first year of the Ming Empire's apocalypse? In other words, it may make people more melancholy and mourn this history: the first year of the apocalypse was a year full of pessimism, but also a year of continuing tragedy in the future.

At the beginning of the year, Hangzhou, a sensational national firework was set off in the affluent Hangzhou, where almost half of the city was burned to rubble, and tens of thousands of homeless people were left homeless.

In March, the Jin chieftain Nurhachi after the founding of the state went on a rampage like a chicken's blood, and stunned Yuan Yingtai, the Liaodong economic strategy who had planned to take the initiative to recover the Qinghe. Under the cooperation of Nurhachili and the outside world, Shenyang fell, and the brave and warlike Ming armies of Sichuan and Zhejiang who came to the aid fought with the Houjin army in the Hunhe River. The sparse troops of Sichuan and Zhejiang, with thousands of Ming troops, clearly had the consciousness that they could not fight and gnaw your flesh, and launched a tragic bloody battle with Nurhachi's elite Eight Banners. The world-famous Bashu white pole soldiers and the elite soldiers of Zhejiang left behind Qi Jiguang fought to the last soldier, and all of them were killed, and Nurhachi also lost more than a dozen generals and thousands of elites in this vicious battle.

In June, Fujian's flash floods flooded, and Zhangpu, Longyan, Shanghang, Liancheng and other counties were like hell on earth, with cities, fields, people and animals instantly overturned in the ocean, and hundreds of thousands of refugees wailing everywhere.

In August, Sichuan Yongning Tusi Chongming, who was preparing to be transferred to Liaodong to support the front line, launched a rebellion in Chongqing with great ambition in the middle of Chongqing. In the end, this civil strife completely exhausted the little money left by Emperor Wanli.

In September, the Yellow River burst in the Lingbi and Huangpu areas, and more than 10 counties were washed into a mess, and millions of people were displaced.

In October, Zhending, Shuntian, Baoding, Hejian four prefectures, as well as Shandong and Huaibei did not see half a drop of rain for several months, and the land withered everywhere under the great drought. The hungry people are scattered in all directions, and the cannibalism of the children is unbearable.......

Since the beginning of winter. The wave of famine flight caused by the famine from the north went straight to the Huai River along the Cao grain waterway, and the refugees who lost control in the struggle for life and death even cut off the Cao grain transportation that ran through the north and south of the Huai River for a time. Snatching any canal boats that could be seen caused one of the worst north-south transport crises in the Apocalypse. Whether it was the suppression of the officers and soldiers or the clearing of the walls of the state capital along the way, there was little that could stop the hungry refugees from spreading like locusts in the city and countryside.

The crooked loess road is imprinted on the mottled and barren land, heading towards Haizhou in the east. Along the way, you can see abandoned granges and ruined villages, and there are even dead bones gnawed by wild dogs among the weeds.

Two ox carts that were almost falling apart pressed against the road with a squeaky moan, and in front of them sat a middle-aged man dressed like a scholar with a short beard, and behind him were several women and a bunch of girls ranging from a few years old to a teenager! The car behind was loaded with piles of tattered household belongings and half-broken bookcases.

"Husband, it's getting dark, when will Haizhou arrive?" A middle-aged woman who looked the oldest carefully pulled the middle-aged scholar from the ox cart, "This is in the wilderness. Blame is scary. ”

"It's going to be there in just over an hour, don't worry, madam."

The middle-aged scholar jumped out of the afternoon car, looked around for a moment, and after returning to his family, he muttered in an inaudible voice: "Hmph." Karma, this Zhu family really created evil, and after all, it can't escape the wrath of the sky and the resentment of the people! It's a pity that the ancestors worked hard, but they were won by the top eight of Zhu Chong...... The Great Zhou is covered with dust, and the good and evil are reversed, after the Zhang family in my river. Now there is also a disaster of pond fish, hateful, hateful! ”

After shaking his head with a chattering head, the middle-aged scholar returned to the ox cart with a strange expression.

Chang Kun, whose name is Boyu, is a native of Hejian Mansion, 34 years old. According to the family motto within a certain clan, he is a descendant of the warlord Zhang Shicheng at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Zhang Shicheng and his "Great Zhou" were swept into the garbage heap of history, and Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty won the throne, but the descendants of the Zhang family were not wiped out.

It is said that some of the sons and nephews of the Zhang family and a pregnant concubine of Zhang Shicheng escaped the liquidation and settled incognito in Hejian Mansion. Passed down to Chang Kun's generation, the descendants of the Zhang family in Hejian Mansion have been divided into three branches, with more than 3,000 Dingkou, basically all of whom are farmers. Only the descendants of the Zhang family who changed their normal surname still inherited the meager land and family business, and they can still maintain the children of the clan to study.

The embarrassing thing is that Chang Kun has been a child since he was 11 years old, and he has been studying for 23 years, and he has not yet been admitted to Xiucai! But he still hangs eight bookbags like worrying about the country and the people all day long, and maintains a neurotic narcissistic fantasy blood complex for the former Da Zhou.

What's even more tragic is probably not his spiritual world, this man who is responsible for the great cause of "Great Zhou Rejuvenation" began to marry wives and concubines at the age of 17, and actually gave birth to 11 daughters in a row, but no son! Except for Tianzhi, there are now only 7 daughters left, the oldest is 15 years old, the youngest is only two years old, and now there is a concubine who has just become pregnant, which makes Chang Kun happy and worried.

For example, today's disasters followed, and Changjiazhuang in Hejian Prefecture was also swept away and looted by the wave of refugees along the way, but Chang Kun escaped unscathed with his family like shit luck. Along the way, he escaped those terrible rebels and bandits, and hid in Tibet with all the belongings of two ox carts, and actually walked to the border of Haizhou.

"The ancestors of the Great Zhou Dynasty are blessed, if there is a spirit in the sky, I hope Xiaomei will give birth to a male son this year, in order to continue the bloodline of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the descendants of the unfilial children will ......" While setting up the broken car and continuing to move eastward, Chang Kun secretly chanted, and the expression on his face was sad and angry.

Before the last sentence could be finished, a cloud of smoke and dust rose hundreds of meters ahead, and a few men with knives could be faintly seen.

"Husband, it seems to be a thief!"

"Daddy!"

The carriage was suddenly in chaos, his wife and concubines and daughters shouted in unison, and Chang Kun was even more frightened and trembled like chaff.

Several sturdy armed men rode over on horseback, shouting all kinds of whistles, and circled around the two ox carts a few times, and the strong man at the head tightened his crotch and put his horse under his hip and pointed at Chang Kun with his whip.

"You're on the run?!" The strong man secretly looked at the car of female dependents, and his eyes lit up.

"In the Shitama Prefecture, the family of the Sho family. Now that the people's feelings are erosive, and the countryside is ...... for hundreds of miles" Chang Kun saw that the other party's clothes were quite neat, and he did not have the kind of bully's behavior, words and deeds, and his heart was a little calm, so he arched his hand and began to shake his head again.

"Stop, stop! Reading, I ask you if you are fleeing! The strong man was stunned. Hurry up and yell.

"Well, the next family is planning to go to Haizhou to avoid the disaster." Chang Kun was also stunned when he saw that the other party was so straightforward and unreasonable. Holding back his anger, he turned his head away, and began to whisper "Vulgar and reckless" in his mouth again. Insulting Sven ......"

"Boss, a carload of female dependents, it seems that they can be sold to the Yan family."

Before the leader could continue to speak, a knight attendant on one side quietly came over. After looking at the family again, the leader finally nodded slightly.

"Well, if you can escape all the way with a large family, this nerd has some skills, let's get rid of it together!"

For a while, the cows cried, the chickens flew and the dogs jumped, and the rising smoke and dust covered the official road at dusk.......

The outskirts of Haizhou. Miles of refugee shacks were scattered in a haphazard manner along the official road, surrounded by sparsely stripped dead trees, the gates of Haizhou in the distance were closed, and the city walls were guarded by officers and soldiers who were facing the enemy. A middle-aged man dressed as an official at the head of the city couldn't help but shake his head and sigh as he looked at the dying refugees outside the city who were dying in the cold winter. Then he left the city.

It was already getting dark, and the tall gates opened slowly with a trembling sound. The ragged, hungry refugees rushed towards the city gates as if they had received some signal.

Several groups of heavily armed officers and soldiers came out with guns, shouting and beating the refugees blocking the door, and the fierce looks and the sticks, knives and guns in their hands suddenly separated the crowd into a passage.

More than a dozen carriages slowly drove out of the city gate hole. The first few cars were loaded with several large steaming jars, judging from the smell of the emanation, they should be boiled rice porridge, and the cars in the back were loaded with a large number of rice and flour grain bags.

Behind the car was a middle-aged Ming official who had just watched the refugees in the city, and next to him was a younger, neatly dressed scholar with a weak scholar.

"It's embarrassing Brother Songwen, now that the imperial court has not been able to provide relief for a long time, this Haizhou can still keep a peaceful place, which shows the virtue and benevolence of the brother......" The young scholar smiled and saluted the officials, while secretly looking at the refugee camp a hundred meters away from the back of the refugee crowd, as if there was someone familiar there.

"Brother Yi Ping, don't be like this, it's really ashamed to be a brother. The teacher taught me that I must be a good official for the country and the people, but unfortunately I am shallow in my learning, and I can't solve the king's worries to repay the emperor's kindness, and I have been teaching the teacher for many years...... Now I want Brother Yi Ping to help, I am ashamed of my teacher! The Ming officials hurriedly returned the salute and showed an unusual humble attitude towards the young man in front of him.

"If the uncle hears Brother Songwen's heartfelt words, he will be pleased, and Brother Songwen doesn't have to blame himself! This time, at the order of my father, I came to Haizhou to take care of the business. Since the Huaibei father is in trouble, and Brother Songwen has worked hard, it is also appropriate for my Liu family to do their best! The younger brother went south to Nanjing this time, and he will definitely inform him of the matter of Haizhou and Brother Songwen! ”

The young scholar was obviously also the son of an official eunuch, and the Ming officials in front of him shook their heads again and again in a sense of humility and shame, but their expressions were very excited.

After some courtesy, the young scholar led the convoy through the passage where the officers and soldiers were separated, towards the refugee camp in the distance. Refugees who had been hungry for a day crowded the sides of the convoy with various accents, shouting slogans of gratitude.

At night, piles of bonfires swayed in the camp, barely surviving the cold wind of the winter night, and refugees eating and drinking hot gruel and a little wheat flour huddled around the campfire or cowered in their huts and fell asleep.

After a while, it will be Chinese New Year's Eve, but the refugees outside Haizhou City in front of them have no hope of life, and they are surviving in the private relief of Liu Yaoyu and others.

At the outskirts of the refugee camp, a group of strong men surrounded Liu Yaoyu, each with respectful expressions.

"Brother Yu Jiu, this is a homeless person gathered from nearby according to the instructions of the big boss. In this, there are people from all over Xu, Huai, and Shandong, and there are more than 1,000 men, women, and children. The big boss will send a ship to transport it away in a few days, and this time it's up to you to dredge the government. ”

After listening to the report of Yan Siqi's subordinates, Liu Yaoyu waved his hand with a smile: "Where is it, Yan Da really treats me Liu Yaoyu as an outsider?" Besides, my brother and Mr. Yan also have a friendship on several sides, and I can help Yan Da and Mr. Yan, and my brother can't ask for it! ”

The young man with a deep family background in front of him said this, and the men who have been running the sea for many years should praise him again and again.

Looking at the dark night sky in the distance to the east, Liu Yaoyu's smile gradually stopped at the corner of his mouth, and finally sighed slightly.

Because he knew that at this moment, from Shandong to Fujian and Zhejiang, Yan Siqi was frantically circling the displaced people, ostensibly to lead people to colonize the South Seas to avoid famine, but Liu Yaoyu knew that the back of this qiē was commanded by the unfathomable Yan Xiaosong.

In fact, it is not uncommon for compatriots to colonize overseas in the early years of Wanli, but taking advantage of such a large-scale gathering of manpower to go south in the past year, if there is no good response, Yan Siqi's move is actually almost like a rebellion.

However, Yan Siqi is also very smart, and he is not fixed in one place with great fanfare, but is scattered in many points along the coast quietly, and now Haizhou is the largest, and it is said that Yan Siqi even has people running these things in Liaodong.

used the family's face-to-face relationship to open up the official door of Haizhou, so that Haizhou turned a blind eye and let Yan Siqi and a group of "maritime merchants" pull people around to load the ship.

And the reward that Liu Yaoyu wants is that Yan Xiaosong hinted at the exclusive agency right of the Ming merchant goods province of the United States in the future.

Although his father is a big businessman and Liu Yaoyu is also an only son, Liu Yaoyu was told not to do business since he was a child, but to read books and texts, hoping to one day use his family relationship to become an official. But Liu Yaoyu, who is chic by nature, obviously does not want to study to seek that kind of superficial vanity and fame, but is more and more interested in the family's business.

In addition, he inadvertently met Yan Xiaosong this time, which aroused the impulse in Liu Yaoyu's heart even more. This time, Liu Yaoyu planned to show himself well to impress his father.

Counting the days, Yan Xiaosong at this time has probably met again with Yan Siqi in Macau, how will the deep-rooted Li Dan family view this matter?

With these questions, Liu Yaoyu walked to his carriage, planning to continue south to Nanjing, to meet his uncle, Liu Dianxu, the secretary of the Nanjing Ministry of Industry, and Liu Dianshen, the second uncle of the Nanjing Ministry of Rites, in order to gain the support of the other party, and continue to increase his bet.

Liu Yaoyu walked away, and in the refugee camp outside Haizhou behind him, in a corner, Chang Kun, a descendant of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a child and a refugee, was extremely undisciplined and gnawed on the head of his wife and concubine who was reluctant to eat...... (To be continued.)

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