In the first year of the Apocalypse, Tong'an County, Quanzhou Prefecture.

The streets are still bustling in late autumn, and the declining fortunes of the Ming Dynasty do not seem to have affected the prosperity of this small southern city in the slightest.

Chengguan Street, Yongningwei commanded the residence of Yang Ming.

The vermilion lacquered gate, the black and shiny tin ring, and the two drum stones painted with fierce beasts in the door all show the identity of the owner of the mansion.

It's just that at this time, the strips of white cloth hanging high on the lintel seem a little out of place, unlike those lively streets in Tong'an County, most of the people living in Chengguan Street are people with some status in the county, so this street is usually a little less popular.

"I heard that Commander Yang threw a Tartar and was killed?"

At this time, two merchants walking through the streets were passing in front of the door with a flat pole, and one of the thin merchants turned the flat pole on his body and said to the other merchant while looking at the gate hung with white cloth.

Maybe they had walked too much in the streets and alleys, and the two of them were a little tired, so they simply stopped, found a sheltered corner nearby, put the flat shoulder aside, and the two squatted down and squatted down. The other merchant, who was a little rickety, with two mustaches on his face, forgot a few glances at the door with the white cloth, and turned his head to the little merchant and said mysteriously.

"What you said, I really know the inside story, my brother-in-law is in Yongningwei as a small flag!" The mustache raised his eyebrows triumphantly as he spoke, as if he were also a guard officer.

"I heard my brother-in-law say that last winter, there were defeated soldiers who fled back from Liaodong and said that Yang commanded the army to defeat and surrender to the Tartars, and the imperial court issued an order to take away the official position of the hereditary commander of Lord Yang's descendants, and the Yang family didn't even dare to do the funeral, and Lord Yang's only son was so grieved that he almost followed, and he didn't dare to do a funeral until this year." The mustache said and sighed.

"Listen to my brother-in-law, this Lord Yang is usually a good official, and he never scolds his subordinates, but he didn't expect to vote for Tartar!"

After the mustache finished speaking, he sighed again, as if he was lamenting the fate of this Lord Yang.

At this moment, a richly dressed young man with five or six strong men walked in the direction of Yang's Mansion with unkind faces, and the two merchants saw that the atmosphere was not right, and with the idea that more things were better than less, they hurriedly lifted their flat shoulders and trotted away from here.

……........

Yangfu Mourning Hall, a big word is hanging in the center of the main hall.

Yongningwei commanded Yang Mingyi's only son, Yang Yingqian, who was kneeling alone in the mourning hall at this time to guard filial piety, and there was no one else in the hall except for two small servants.

Yang Yingqian threw another stack of paper money into the brazier in front of him, and the paper money fell into the basin and flew up a string of paper ashes, bringing his thoughts back to a year ago.

He was an ordinary college student, and he was supposed to travel to the beach during the summer vacation, but he accidentally fell into the sea while playing with a motorboat, and the motorboat capsized and hit the top of his head, and he fell into a coma after a sharp pain.

After waking up, he returned to this era, and after many confirmations, Yang Yingqian finally accepted the fact that he had crossed over, but some unfortunate thing was that he was just a little fortunate to have crossed into a second generation of officials with the same name and surname, at least when he could have no worries about food and clothing, he was told by the old housekeeper that the official's father was killed by the rebels because of the Tartars, and he lost his official position that could have been hereditary.

"We are here to make it clear to the Yang family and ask the Yang family boy to come out!"

At this moment, a noisy noise came from the door that interrupted Yang Yingqian's contemplation.......

Immediately afterwards, the old housekeeper Yang Fu trotted in from outside the door in a panic.

"Young Master, the eldest son of Shen He from the Shen Mansion has come to the door!"

In the past few months, Yang Yingqian has slowly adapted to life in the Ming Dynasty, and also understands the things of his previous life.

The Yang and Shen families have been friends since the grandfather's generation, although the current Ming Dynasty is noble and cheap, but the Shen family has always been very satisfied with this family business, but since the Yang family had this incident, the Shen family's attitude towards marriage has been a little ambiguous.

Hearing that it was the Shen family who came to the door, Yang Yingqian probably knew what the reason was, so he immediately got up and patted the dust on his knees and took the old housekeeper Yang Fu and the two little servants in the hall to greet him.

When Yang Yingqian arrived at the door, the two servants of the Yang Mansion had already pushed and shoved together with five or six people who wanted to break into the door, and the leader was none other than Shen He, the eldest son of the Shen Mansion.

When Shen He saw Yang Yingqian coming out, he waved his hand at a few strong men, and several people at the door immediately stopped pushing, Shen He dusted off his clothes and looked at Yang Yingqian with disdain.

"I'm afraid to come out yet."

Yang Yingqian did not answer, but arched his hand at Shen He.

"Today is the day of the funeral for my father, I don't know that Brother Shen is here, but to worship my father?"

Hearing Yang Yingqian's question, Shen He seemed to have heard a big joke, and then raised his head and laughed, and several family members around Shen He also laughed.

"Yang Yingqian, my father is the head of the Nanjing Rite Department, and I am also an innocent and talented official, how could I come to worship a scum who has committed treason and defected to the enemy."

Although Yang Yingqian came through time, he didn't have any feelings for the father he had never met, but since he had inherited this body, he should still fulfill his obligations as a son of man, no matter what Yang Mingyi did, he would always be his father.

Although Shen He was so ashamed, Yang Yingqian didn't want to cause more trouble today.

"Brother Shen came to my mansion with so many people, is it just to say these cool words?"

Hearing Yang Yingqian's question, Shen He sneered again, and then took out a red paper note from his arms.

"This time, the main reason is that my father has something to bring to you, our Shen family does not dare to climb your Yang family, forget about the marriage between you and your sister, and return the marriage book to you!" Shen He said and threw the marriage book on Yang Yingqian, Yang Yingqian didn't pick it up, and the red marriage book fell from the air like a kite with a broken string.

Yang Fu, who was standing beside Yang Yingqian, hurriedly leaned down and picked up the marriage certificate, carefully wiped the dust off it, and looked at Shen He angrily.

"Shen Gongzi, my master has just been buried, and the bones are not cold, you will come to withdraw from the marriage, it is too deceitful!"

Shen He saw that a subordinate dared to speak disrespectfully to him, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"What are you? You even dare to speak out against me! He immediately raised his hand and greeted Yang Fu's face.

It's just that Shen He's hand just fell halfway down when he was grabbed by an iron pincer-like hand on his wrist, and a sharp pain suddenly made Shen He wail.

"Brother Shen, if you have something to say, don't do anything to the old man, is this how Ling Zun usually teaches you?"

The person who restrained Shen He was Yang Yingqian, although Yang Yingqian was not a history major, but he also vaguely knew that the Ming Dynasty during the Apocalypse had begun to decline, and it would not be long before it would be a troubled era.

Yang Yingqian also practiced boxing and kicking with several masters for several years in his previous life, and after crossing, he also began to consciously begin to exercise his body.

When Shen He's several sturdy family members saw that their master was at a loss, they immediately rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward to help, Yang Yingqian's eyes flashed a trace of fierceness and shot at those family members, and five or six sturdy family members didn't dare to take another half step forward.

Shen He, who was holding his wrist, had already squatted down in pain at this time, and fine beads of sweat had oozed from his forehead, Yang Yingqian didn't want to make a big deal about it, so he let go of his hand immediately, Shen He suddenly felt like he had been amnestied, his body fell back and sat on the ground, and a group of family members hurriedly helped him up.

"Let's go, from now on, our Shen and Yang families will have nothing to do with each other!"

Yang Yingqian looked at Shen He who fell to the ground expressionlessly, took the big red marriage letter from Yang Fu's hand, tore it into pieces in three or two, and raised it into the air, Yang Fu on the side looked at the marriage letter that was torn into pieces, showed a look of regret on his face, and sighed softly.

Seeing that Yang Yingqian was so difficult to mess with, Shen He lost the arrogance he had just now, and stared at Yang Yingqian resentfully for a moment while holding the black and purple wrist that was being held, and then left the Yang Mansion with a group of family members without saying a word.

After a farce ended, Yang Yingqian returned to the mourning hall and continued to kneel.

"Young master, I believe that the master will definitely not do such a thing to betray his ancestors, you have to stop!"

Yang Fu saw that Yang Yingqian was still preoccupied after returning to the mourning hall, and he couldn't help but be a little worried in his heart, and hurriedly said that he had been a steward in the Yang Mansion for half his life, and his loyalty to the Yang Mansion was from the bottom of his heart.

"Uncle Yang, I'm fine, but I miss my father a little, you go get busy first!" Yang Yingqian smiled at Yang Fu and said.

Yang Fu sighed softly again, and glanced at the two little servants standing in the hall, and the three of them all retreated gently, leaving only Yang Yingqian himself in the huge mourning hall.

Of course, Yang Yingqian is not thinking about his father, after this farce just now, Yang Yingqian is more aware that if you want to survive in this troubled world, you must have strong strength, otherwise you can only become a lamb to the slaughter.

It's just that how to improve his strength, Yang Yingqian has searched all the knowledge of his previous life, and he has not been able to come up with a countermeasure yet........

In the north of the city, the old mansion of Shen Mansion .....

Shen Congzhou, the director of the Nanjing Ministry of Rites, was holding a dragon well in front of the Ming Dynasty and closed his eyes to recuperate, and his slightly frowning forehead seemed to make people feel his inner struggle at this time.

Shen Yang's two families were originally world friends, and he and Yang were Mo Wei, who grew up together since childhood, and he was very optimistic about this marriage.

But as the head of the Ministry of Rites, the Donglin Party is clear, he can't allow his daughter to marry a person whose father betrayed the Ming Dynasty, thinking of this, Shen Congzhou's heart couldn't help but be a little irritable.

"Master, the eldest prince is back."

A person who looked like a steward walked into the main hall and said softly, for fear of disturbing Shen Congzhou, who was closing his eyes and recuperating.

Shen Congzhou didn't speak, the steward retreated gently, and after a while, Shen He, who had a gloomy face, walked in.

"Got things clear?" Shen Congzhou still didn't mean to open his eyes, and still rubbed the purple sand tea cup in his hand with his hand.

"Make it clear, Dad, that kid from the Yang family tore up the marriage book."

Thinking of the humiliation he suffered at the door of Yang's house during the day, Shen He was still full of resentment, touching the bruises on his wrists, and couldn't help clenching his fists with hatred.

Shen Congzhou didn't seem to notice the change in Shen He's heart, and just hummed softly.

"In this way, we will not have any entanglements with the Yang family in the future, I have already made an agreement with the Wen family in Quanzhou, and Jun Yi will be married to the eldest son of the Wen family, Cheng Jun, and the marriage will be completed as soon as possible next year."

When Shen He heard this, he couldn't help but be slightly shocked in his heart.

"Father, although the Wen family is a famous family in Quanzhou, it is a family of businessmen, isn't it ........?"

At this time, Shen Congzhou slowly opened his eyes, and there was still no fluctuation on his face.

"The daughter who repents of her marriage is like remarrying, and it is good to be able to find someone like the Wen family."

In fact, Shen Congzhou may have other thoughts that he did not tell Shen He, the Wen family in Quanzhou and Wen Tiren, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, are inextricably linked, and if he can marry the Wen family, it will also be helpful to the development of Shen Congzhou's career.

"But will my sister agree? I heard from my sister's personal maid that she had lost her appetite for several days since she learned about the divorce. Shen He looked at his father's face and said.

Hearing this, Shen Congzhou's face flashed a moment of unbearability, and then his face returned to Gujing Wubo again.

"Long pain is better than short pain, this matter is a foregone conclusion, Junyi will understand in the future, this is for her good!"

After that, Shen Congzhou handed the tea to his mouth, but found that the tea cup had been held in his hand for a long time, and the tea in it had long since lost a trace of heat.........

And the divorce did not seem to have much impact on Yang Yingqian, after worshipping his father, his life returned to the way it was in the previous months, running every day and exercising.

On this day, Yang Yingqian got up early in the morning again, and was about to go out after eating to see if there were any martial arts halls in the county, when the housekeeper Yang Fu walked in from outside the door in a panic.

"Young master, there are more than a dozen officers and soldiers outside the door, saying that they are here to find you!"