"Shushan" experimental world.

Jiangnan area, Jiangxi Buzheng Division, Linjiang Province.

Linjiang Peng is one of the famous families in the south of the Yangtze River, when Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, in order to avoid the rebellion of Anshi, the son of Peng Jingzhi, who was the servant of the Ministry of Rites, moved to Yuanzhou Ren District, and has been spreading so far.

At the beginning of this dynasty, the Peng family was full of talents, and there were more than 20 Jinshi led by Peng Shi, the first assistant of the cabinet, and their prestige was unmatched for a while.

However, prosperity must decline!

Since the Zhengde Emperor of this dynasty, the society has gradually transformed, capital has risen, maritime smuggling has emerged, and the economic situation in the Jiangnan region has changed from land to business.

Jiangxi Buzheng Division lost its geographical advantage because it was surrounded by mountains, so the Peng family, which was located in Linjiang and Yuanzhou Mansion, was also implicated by this and turned from prosperity to decline.

However, emaciated camels are bigger than horses!

Even if the scenery is not there, it is not comparable to the ordinary owner's house.

Since the beginning of the recession, the Pang family has shifted the direction of the family's development from career to business.

In the past 100 years, it has accumulated a huge industry, and there are more than 700,000 acres of good paddy fields under the name of Peng, which are distributed in Linjiang, Yuanzhou, and Luling.

There are salt farms in the coastal Zhejiang Chengxuan Political Division, Yingtianfu Zhili area, Fujian Road and other places.

It is in such an environment that our protagonist, Peng Bing, a former Taixue student of the Great Qin Empire, chose the world of "Shushan" in order to complete an assessment, and was reincarnated as the little son of the patriarch of the Peng clan in Jiangnan.

Daming, the autumn of the seventh year of the Apocalypse, Linjiang Mansion, Xinyu County.

As the sun sets, the autumn breeze is bleak, and the fallen leaves all over the ground are rolled up with the wind, blowing away a trace of heat and bringing a touch of coolness.

However, the twenty subordinates and nurses in the backyard of Peng Mansion in Xinyu City were cold in their hearts.

Their master, Peng Bing, the youngest son of the patriarch of the Peng clan, accidentally fell into the water when he went out to play this morning, and three hours have passed at this time, and he has not woken up yet.

In the afternoon, the head of the family was furious, and the child's scholar Peng Fu broke his legs on the spot, and sent a message that if the little boy had a case, the twenty of them and their families would be buried together.

Peng Bing slowly opened his eyes, and the eyes were red curtains of red tents, a large wooden bed with yellow beams, and a little farther away was a red sandalwood desk and a few square round stools.

In front of the curtain, surrounded by an elegantly dressed woman, a doctor in a green shirt, and two maids, they were looking at him excitedly.

"My brother Bing'er, you are scared to death for your mother, if you have a case, how can you let your mother live......"

The woman pounced on her, hugged Peng Bing tightly in her arms, and couldn't cry.

Seeing this, the doctor in green shirt sitting next to him did not squeak, and opened a prescription with a "swish", handed it to a maid next to him, shook his head, and withdrew.

Chunhong, the maid who took the prescription, sent the doctor out of the house, handed the prescription to Peng Dagui, the housekeeper who was guarding the door, and ordered him to report to the head of the house and get the medicine for the little master.

At this time, Peng Bing, who came back to his senses, broke free from the woman's embrace with a little force, and let out a sigh of relief, which almost suffocated him to death before.

"Brother Bing'er......" The woman's eyes widened in surprise.

"Mother, I'm a little tired, I want to take a break. Peng Bing rubbed his forehead and said.

"Okay, Brother Bing'er rest, don't bother you for your mother, go out for your mother. The woman was not angry when she heard this, but looked at her son on the bed dotingly, and said softly.

After speaking, seeing that he didn't seem to want to speak, he took another maid, Xia Xiang, out of the room.

After going out, the woman changed her previous pleasant words, and said to the maid Xia Xiang with a cold face: "Order, since the young master is awake, those dogs can be exempted from the death penalty, and there will be twenty boards for each person, lest they forget their dignity and humility." ”

"Yes, ma'am!" Xia Xiang replied with a bow.

"In addition, let the housekeeper take someone to find out whether the young master's fall into the water was an accident or man-made, if someone is plotting against him......"

Before the words could be spoken, a magnetic male voice came from not far away: "Is that little rabbit cub awake?"

"Master......" The woman's face changed suddenly, and she greeted her with a smile on her face.

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In the room.

Peng Bing was half-lying and leaning on the head of the bed, his eyes closed, receiving the memories of this body.

The original body is also called Peng Bing, not yet the crown to take the word, male, 15 years old this year, the patriarch of the Peng clan Peng Shiwen has four sons, and there are three brothers and four sisters above him.

As for the more than 20 brothers and sisters who came out of the concubine, in the memory of the original body, their image is very vague, and it seems that there is a huge disparity in treatment between the concubines of the big family.

It's just that what makes Peng Bing headache is that relying on the favor of the eldest lady, the original body is unlearned and unskilled, and he is idle all day long, lingering in the fireworks alley.

In this Xinyu City, although Peng Bing, the fourth son of his Peng family, does not say that everyone dislikes it, he is also a well-known straw bag, and he has a nickname for him behind his back: the little demon king of the mixed world.

Not to mention that he was thirty-two years old that year, he was already the eldest son of the Peng family, Peng Hengfeng, who was the master of the Zhan Mansion of the Seventh Prince.

Not to mention the twenty-nine-year-old, he is already a five-grade guerrilla general under the Huguang General Army, and Peng Hengfeng, the second son who commands a battalion of 3,000 people.

and Peng Henglong, the third son of the early twenty-fifth year, who was already in charge of Peng's major salt farms along the coast of other provinces.

Compared with the heroic examples of the previous three elder brothers, he, the fourth brother, is even more useless.

If you can't write it, you can't do it.

Peng Bing's consciousness moved, he glanced up and down his body, and after a while, he found that the original body was young but his body was empty, which was really golden and jade, and it was ruined.

It's a headache.

"This is really a mistake made by the predecessors, and the future generations suffered!"

Peng Bing shook his head secretly and smiled self-deprecatingly.

I didn't think about it anymore, sat cross-legged on the ground, and recalled in my mind the martial arts technique of the Great Qin Tai Academy's Immortal Martial Arts - "Qilin Change".

The visualization of an auspicious holy beast unicorn in his mind became an instinct for Peng Bing, who originally had a real cultivation, like breathing air.

It was only a moment of effort, and in his mind, a Qilin Holy Beast gradually took shape, and at the same time, the heaven and earth aura floating in the air and the earthy qi of the earth surged in, along the 300,000 pores on the surface of the body, like a milk swallow returning to its nest, into Peng Bing's body.

The unicorn belongs to the earth, which is why he sits on the ground.

The aura that entered Peng Bing's body slowly strengthened his physique, starting from every cell, his skin membrane, flesh and blood, bone marrow, and internal organs.

From top to bottom, from the outside in, from shallow to deep.

The whole body, every corner, is not spared.

The sun rises in the east, and the night passes in a blink of an eye.

Peng Bing, who was addicted to cultivation, did not notice the passage of time at all, and when he opened his eyes, he found that it was already bright outside.

Standing up from the ground, moving his hands and feet, a "click" bone friction sound came, and he threw a punch casually, and a low air explosion sound came from the air.

"Not bad!"

Peng Bing nodded with satisfaction, and after a night of cultivation, he had been completely reborn, and his physique had been greatly improved and enhanced.

From this day on, the people in Xinyu City were surprised to find that the little demon king of the mixed world rarely showed up, even the mother Sang Ye in the green building was worried and asked around, and I don't know if the little God of Wealth of the Peng family was tired of playing with the girls in the city, and had turned to other sides, or went to Fucheng?

In the blink of an eye, three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Time has entered the winter of the seventh year of the Apocalypse, approaching the end of the year, the Beijing division in the far north has changed a master, the king of the letter Zhu Youzhen ascended the throne, and the first year of Chongzhen will be changed after the year.

Of course, these changes have nothing to do with Peng Bing, who is thousands of miles away.

In the past three months, Peng Bing's life has been full and full of happiness.

After half a month of "bedridden", he claimed to have recovered, and despite his mother's objections, he asked the cheap patriarch's father for a batch of supplies, a batch of property, and a country manor, and left Xinyu City.

At this time, it was the end of the seventh year of the Apocalypse, and there were less than 17 years before the building collapsed.

Before coming to this world, Peng Bing made a detailed plan, and his purpose was very simple, to save the building from collapse and save China from fire and water.

In the library of the Tai Academy, he had read the history books from the world under the empire, and when he saw it: "The respect of the country in our dynasty, beyond the ancient times, its control of the northern captives and the western islands of the South Island, the harmony of the Han Dynasty, the alliance of the Tang Dynasty, the thin coins of the Song Dynasty, and the gift of brothers and enemies", translated into the vernacular, is: "No harmony, no compensation, no land, no tribute, the Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies".

Therefore, when he learned that there was such a world as an experimental world, he immediately applied to fill in the list of experimental personnel.

Not for the assessment, just for the breath in my heart!

The Han people, no, should be the Qin people, the era of low status and low dogs, except for the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and the Mengyuan Dynasty.

Thinking about the records in the history books, Peng Bing shuddered.

In the third year of the Apocalypse, the number of people recorded by the household department was 51.65 million, and by the seventeenth year of Caoqing Shunzhi, it had dropped to more than 19.08 million.

Jiading three massacres, Yangzhou 10th, Sichuan slaughter city...... Wait, Caoqing turned to the war and burned for thirty-seven years before the chaos was quelled.

More than 30 million people died at the hands of grass green.

The loyal and brave men who had thoughts and dared to resist were almost slaughtered, and the soldiers of the Eight Banners waved their knives and cut off the heads of every unyielding Han people.

The city was covered with blood, and the ground was covered with corpses...... Most of the people left behind were obedient "minions."

As a gentleman surnamed Zhou said in later generations: "Caoqing has killed the backbone and shame of the Han people."

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In the past three months, Peng Bing has quietly taken in more than 100 orphans, most of whom are about 8-10 years old, both male and female.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the phenomenon of the Xiaoice River came, natural disasters and man-made disasters caused the poor people to have no livelihood and had to sell their children.

Therefore, if Peng Bing didn't deliberately control it, I am afraid that thousands of orphans would have been able to collect it.

It's just that there are more than 100 people, and no one cares at all, and no one dares to care.

But thousands of people are too high-profile and not good.

There were too many people to conform to his plan, "accumulate grain, build a high wall, and slowly become king", "quietly enter the village, and don't shoot guns".

Peng Bing set a training plan for these orphans, he personally taught these people, taught them culture and martial arts, and he also ate and lived with these people to cultivate their feelings.

In terms of culture, they are not only taught literacy and arithmetic, but also military management, ideological advice, military regulations and military discipline, and so on.

In terms of martial arts, the iron cloth shirt is the mainstay, and the fists and feet, palm claws, light skills, footwork, and the use of eighteen kinds of weapons are all taught.

To tell the truth, Peng Bing is so dedicated, and he also wants to use these 180 people as seeds to continuously train thousands of grassroots officers and civilian officials for him.

After this group of people is cultivated, they will go overseas and find an island as a base to farm.

Every year, a group of people are recruited to lead the area, and after ten or eight years, tens of thousands of loyal subordinates who are both literate and martial arts can be planted.

With these people as the core, in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, they raised their arms and raised their banners, even if it was to recruit 500,000 troops.

When the time comes, what is full of eight banners and eight banners, and what is the king Li Zicheng, it is just a hand-to-hand capture.

In the past three months, these orphans have been making progress every day, from the beginning of the left and right, to now each of them is more than 500 literate.

From the beginning of the martial arts Xiaobai, a bunch of ordinary people, to today's iron cloth shirt entry, lifting 500 catties, traveling 300 miles a day to the acquired realm.

Of course, the one who has made the most progress is their master, Peng Bing.

With the cultivation experience of the real realm in his previous life, in the past three months, his cultivation has been like a plug-in, and he has been "rubbing" up.

Three days ago, Peng Bing had re-become a congenital master.

Of course, that's just relatively speaking, in this world of "Shu Mountain", where the immortal road is prosperous and real people are everywhere, the innate realm is just an ant that is stronger than ordinary people.

However, Peng Bing is not discouraged, the Long March is only the first step, and it is not certain who will win and who will lose, let's see!

Hundreds of people practiced martial arts, and at the same time, the batch of materials that Peng Bing brought out from the family had been used up, waiting for help.

It just so happened that the end of the year was approaching, and it was time to have a showdown with that cheap father, Peng Bing thought.

After arranging the next course for more than 100 people, Peng Bing rushed back to Xinyu City and returned to Peng's mansion.

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"My son, what kind of demon have you committed, you have to go to the countryside to suffer and suffer, you see you, tanned, and thin. ”

When Peng's mother heard the news of the next person's report, she rushed to the study in a hurry, she saw the little son who had completely changed his appearance, and with a "swish", tears fell, and she quickly stepped forward to hug Peng Bing, crying bitterly.

"Okay, okay, my son is so old, he cries and cries, and he is not afraid of people's jokes. Peng Shiwen on the side also had red eyes, but after all, he was the head of the family, so he put away his emotions in an instant and said in a deep voice.

Peng Bing gently broke free from Peng's mother, helped her to the chair and sat down, talked to Peng's mother a few words, comforted her, and told his cheap father, Peng Shiwen, the patriarch of the Peng clan, what he had done during this time.

"What...... Do you know what you're doing, you're rebelling!"

Peng Shiwen stood up with a "swish", lowered his voice, and shouted.

(To be continued)

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