Poor Yao Guangxiao tossed and turned in his room all night, without waiting for Yang Feng to knock on his door.

He thought that Yang Feng was playing with him and wanted to get away with him.

Conspirators!

Isn't it all like that?

However......

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

"I always feel that you are in a very unstable state right now, is it really good for you to be so irresponsible nonsense?"

The squad leader said.

"What do you want to say, I'm like a mad dog?"

"Well, that's a better word."

"So tell me, who am I responsible for? Do I need to be responsible for the Ming Dynasty? Do you need to be responsible for the Zhu family? Is it necessary to be accountable to all the people of this era? I'm not even sure if this is a dynasty in our history, or a parallel universe with the same country as the Ming dynasty we know, so what do I need to do here?

Of course, you can do whatever you want!

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

As long as I'm not afraid of death, then I'll be completely free of myself.

You know there to obey the law, to do your duty, to defend your country, for you do your duty to our country, and to do your duty for our country.

Me too.

But is this our country?

Not really!

In that case, why should I think about it so much?

I can do whatever I want, and I can do whatever I want!

As for the results?

Do I need to tube? ”

Yang Feng said.

That's just the way it is!

For him now, the law, morality, duty, these are all non-existent, he is parachuted into a place that is not even a foreign country, everything here has nothing to do with him, he is not from this country, not even from this era, he just came here by accident. It's like a Jurassic Tyrannosaurus rex being thrown into the Serengeti savannah, why do you have to use those of the past to restrain yourself, why can't you let go of your legs and run freely?

There is an endless expanse ahead, and you can run as much as you want.

As for the little animals, they deserve to be trampled to death!

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

A time-traveler, who has reached an era that has nothing to do with him at all, comes with a plug-in......

He recently found that his physical fitness was much stronger, in fact, he also felt a little abnormal at first, but he didn't pay much attention to it, but now after starting this kind of long-distance march, he noticed that he had walked hundreds of miles over mountains and mountains in one day without any fatigue, and he slept and continued the next day.

This is significantly beyond his normal level.

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

"So what Zhu Yuanzhang did was actually very right, that is, he had to give you what he needed to worry about, and then tie you up in his Ming Dynasty, from body to soul."

The squad leader sighed.

So it's a matter of mentality.

"Then it's up to him!"

Yang Feng said.

Seven days later.

Teng County, Shandong.

"It was as if some unknown realm in my soul had opened, and a voice from the dark had summoned me from afar."

Yang Feng, who had traveled five hundred miles, stood in a barren grass in the south of the county, like a traveling backpacker finally seeing his destination, looking at the mountains in the distance with his eyes shining.

"Speak human words!"

The squad leader said.

"That direction should be Qufu."

Yang Feng's affectionate gaze seemed to have passed through the mountains and seen a magnificent building and a portrait of a money rat's tail......

Uh, no, there are no portraits of money rats at this time.

"What do you want to do, that is Zhu Yuanzhang's Yan Shenggong, and after killing Hu Weiyong and no longer setting up a prime minister, Yan Shenggong has automatically become the head of the civil ministers, the sacrificial field given by the emperor alone is 2,000 acres, and the Ming Dynasty's acres are 100 acres, and his family's acres are still big acres, one acre is three acres, so it is equivalent to 600,000 acres, for Zhu Yuanzhang, who is stingy by nature, this reward is simply shocking......"

"Are there really so many?"

"What do you mean?"

"You also said that Zhu Yuanzhang is stingy by nature, and Yan Shenggong is the same thing for him, and he still has spare in Quzhou, so why is he so generous to the Kong family?

600,000 acres, is the Kong family his own son?

Wanli only gave 2 million mu of land to King Fu, and actually got 1.3 million mu.

Zhu Yuanzhang's feelings for the Kong family, can he catch up with half of Wanli's feelings for King Fu? ”

Yang Feng said.

"yes, he seems to be a little too generous."

"Go see?"

"Go check it out, this must be checked!"

The squad leader also came to the spirit and said without hesitation.

In fact, modern researchers have questioned these two thousand hectares of sacrificial fields, believing that they were likely to be forged by the Confucian family later, and then used this to legalize the civil fields they annexed, because the official record of the Ming Dynasty did not include this grant of land in the content of Zhu Yuanzhang's canonization of the Holy Prince. After Xu Da's Northern Expedition took Shandong, Kong Kejian, the Yansheng Gong of the Great Yuan Dynasty, still wanted to show arrogance, called himself sick and then sent his son to see Zhu Yuanzhang, but after being threatened by Zhu Yuanzhang, he still hurried to see Zhu Yuanzhang.

Then he was canonized as an Anglican.

Of course, there must be a reward, but there is no such thing as these two thousand acres of sacrificial fields.

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

Equally questionable is the taxation of these sacrificial fields.

The Confucian family said that it was tax-free, but the sacrificial fields of the Confucian family in Quzhou were collected from the fields, and it was not low until the late Ming Dynasty that they asked for exemptions, which is clearly recorded.

Is there still two treatments for the Confucian family in the north and south?

Yang Feng, who immediately came to the spirit, hurriedly walked forward, and soon arrived at a small village, at this time it was already the harvest season, but here is not rice, but millet, the village is surrounded by patches of ripe farmland, are farmers who are harvesting crops, because it is close to noon, there are already people drinking water and eating on the roadside, it can be seen that they are very happy, a cow pulls the cart, and the cart is full of bundles of millet ......

"The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house. The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside. ”

Yang Feng couldn't help but be poetic.

"That's millet, this is millet, it's planted where there is a shortage of water in Shanxi, and we don't need to plant that because there is no shortage of water here."

An old farmer who drank water next to him said disdainfully.

"You've been to Shanshan before?"

Yang Feng said.

"There are more people killed by the old decay in the mountains than you have seen in your later life."

The old farmer said calmly.

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

Yang Feng leaned in front of him and looked at this old guy curiously, about sixty years old, but his figure was still very strong, and there were several scars on his arms that were not very obvious when he rolled up his sleeves.

"In Tengzhou at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, are there any special people?"

He asked, looking at his watch.

"Wait a minute."

The squad leader said.

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

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

Then a woman's voice rang out.

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

"Are you Zhang Liangbi? People like you don't hide in the mountains and forests, how dare you be so high-profile? ”

Yang Feng said.

"What are you afraid of, Zhu Yuanzhang doesn't know that I'm here, I'm just an old farmer in the countryside now, and the money and grain that should be paid are not less, and the conscription that should be served is not lacking, just here to farm with peace of mind, and take some children and grandchildren to his Zhu family to be obedient people, can he embarrass me? But your later life is quite weird, this is a magic weapon in your hand? Are you a monastic? Fourth, bring a bowl to this monk! ”

This hero, who could indeed be said to be murderous back then, shouted at his son.

The young man, who was less than twenty, quickly put down the sickle in his hand and went to get the same coarse porcelain bowl and put it in front of Yang Feng.

Then quickly turn around and continue to work in the fields.

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

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

This is the genuine late Yuan Dynasty heroes, the kind of separatist forces with territory, one of the four major warlords in the north who started from the suppression of the Red Turban Army within the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Baobao, Polo Timur, Li Siqi, Zhang Liangbi, the four guys fought in the north into a pot of porridge, and the last bit of vitality of the Yuan Dynasty was also tossed by the four of them. Then Zhu Yuanzhang developed happily in the south, and after they tossed the territory of the Yuan Dynasty in the north loyal to the Yuan Dynasty for thousands of miles, Xu Da led the Ming army to the Northern Expedition, destroying the capital like a decay, and finally Zhang Liangbi and Li Siqi partnered to protect Shaanxi to try to survive, but then Li Siqi surrendered.

Zhang Liangbi was defeated and retreated under the attack of the Ming army, although his younger brother fought the heaviest battle of the Ming army's Northern Expedition in Qingyang, but in the end he was still unable to defeat Xu Da.

He can still play idyllic songs here?

"Good people don't live long, and disasters live for a thousand years!"

Yang Feng sighed.

"Haha, the way of the world is like this, how can there be so many good and evil right and wrong, and the old man is not a loyal minister in the old Yuan, but he is like those feudal towns in the Tang Dynasty, and he and Polo Timur also deal with Aiyu Zhilidara. For the people, it is also a lot of killings, the corpses are piled up like a mountain, Shaanxi was almost killed by a few of us in the melee, so it can indeed be called a deep sin, but in the end it can still live in seclusion in the countryside, and hold the children and grandchildren to die a good death.

From this point of view, the so-called good and evil are right and wrong, that is, to deceive those ignorant and foolish people. ”

Zhang Liangbi said with a smile.

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

"That's right."

Yang Feng said.

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