Bury the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 2 Daming is dead!

The thick white mist kept rising, and the courtyards of the villages were obscured by the white mist. The whole Liumiao Village seemed to have soared into a fairyland. Only the attic of Liu Juren's house at the east end of the village could still show a corner of its outline.

Everyone in the village knows that it is the embroidery building of Miss Liu's family. It is rumored that Miss Liu's poems, songs and fu, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and embroiderers are all good. They are all very famous.

However, Zhu Jinsong's mind was not on Miss Liu.

The person just crossed over, but found that his cheap father had been lying on the hospital bed for more than half a month, and he was almost unable to hold on. It is estimated that few people would be able to think about Miss Liu at this time.

Zhu Jinsong sighed slightly, folded some more firewood and put it into the stove, staring at the pot of medicine on the stove with absent-minded eyes, but thinking about how to get a sum of money in the shortest time .

It’s too late to wear it. If you wear it to the Tang Dynasty, you can sell poems for money, and you can sell lyrics for money in the Song Dynasty. Even if you travel to the Ming Dynasty, you can copy and sell a few poems.

Selling poems for money is the fastest and most stable way to make money. Other methods such as making salt and burning glass are not only slow to come in, but also have great risks, which are far less secure than selling poems.

It's a pity that I traveled back to the Shiquan old dog years of Chiqing, and the few poems that could be copied in exchange for money had already been written by the surname Nalan, even if Zhu Jinsong wanted to, he had no choice but to copy.

As for earning money by working part-time, Zhu Jinsong didn't even think about it. After all, the fastest way to get money is written in the criminal law. He has never heard of anyone who can get rich overnight by working part-time.

What's more, it's only been a few years since I lost my game, and I, Zhu Jinsong, haven't participated in the competition yet, so why should he become a slave and secure this splendid country?
Getting money, grabbing medicine, rebelling, and other messy thoughts flashed through Zhu Jinsong's mind, but a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy came over with a ladle, hesitantly said: "Brother? The noodles at home are almost gone... …In a few days, it will be time to pay the rent.”

Zhu Jinsong resisted the urge to cut off the pig's tail from the young man's head, and said, "Use it all up, cook a pot of pimple soup, and later I'll go chop some firewood with your second brother, exchange some noodles, and pay the rent." Let’s talk about the son later.”

But the young man said: "When the spring begins, it's almost time to pay the tax of Qianlong's 94th year, and now it's only the 49th year of Qianlong..."

Zhu Jinsong hummed, waved his hands and said, "Okay, I know about this matter, you should hurry up and cook."

The young man responded, tightened his ragged jacket, and was about to turn around and go to the stove outside the house to light a fire for cooking, but he heard someone outside the door shouting: "Father! Big brother! I'm back."

The old man on the hospital bed was startled awake, suddenly coughed for a while, and asked, "Did Erdan come back?"

Zhu Jinsong hummed, and while giving the old man his chest to calm his breath, he said to the outside of the house angrily: "Why don't you freeze to death, you silly bear! Hurry up to the house!"

Zhu Erdan responded with a hey, and smiled and carried the firewood and pushed open the door. After entering the room, he quickly closed the door and asked the old man on the bed: "Father, how are you feeling today?"

Before the old man could answer, Zhu Jinsong said first, "Father's body is fine, you unload the firewood quickly, go wash your hands, warm yourself by warming up the fire first, and wait for the third child to prepare the rice for dinner."

Zhu Erdan hummed, first unloaded the firewood and washed his hands, then took out a piece of pickle from the pickle jar, and said: "I'll add some pickle, and when the sky clears at noon, I'll cut bundles of firewood and sell it, so that I can catch it for my father." Secondary drug."

But the old man on the bed shook his head and said: "No need, if you have that money, you can save it for life. You will have to spend money to marry a wife in the future. As for father... Cough! Cough! Forget it."

Zhu Jinsong frowned and said: "What are you talking about? If we are sick, we will treat the illness. Why can't we watch your old man be so stubborn! You don't have to worry about money. I will find a way later."

The old man shook his head, looked at Zhu Jinsong, smiled weakly, and said: "Father's body, I know it, I can't hold it anymore."

After finishing speaking, the old man reluctantly raised his hand again, stopped Zhu Jinsong who was about to speak, and said, "Call the second and third children over, Daddy has something to tell you."

Zhu Jinsong looked at the cheap father who suddenly had a rosy complexion, his heart skipped a beat, and he called the second and third children in as he said.

The old man looked at Zhu Jinsong, then at his second son Zhu Erdan and third son Zhu Sanshun, suddenly laughed, and said: "Young lady left early, father has no great abilities in this life, and when we are here, there is only such a shabby house. As a result, the three of you have reached the age when you should talk about marriage, but father has not been able to tell you a wife."

Zhu Jinsong said: "There is no rush to marry a daughter-in-law. Dad, take good care of your body. When you are well, I will find a way to make money. At that time, all three of my brothers will marry several, and there will be a lot of children. At that time, your old man still has to babysit for me."

The old man coughed twice, forced a smile and said, "You're talking nonsense!"

After finishing speaking, the old man looked up at the roof, and after a while he said: "There is something, father wanted to take it into the ground, cough! cough! But, after thinking about it, father thinks that he should tell ye."

The old man withdrew his eyes from the roof, looked at Zhu Jinsong, the second child and the third child again, and said in a low voice: "Remember, your real name, boss, should be Zhu Zhongyu instead of Zhu Jinsong. It’s a vague word.”

"Second brother, your real name should be Zhu Zhongyu instead of Zhu Erdan, with a tiger character next to the wooden character, and the third child's real name should also be Zhu Zhongju instead of Zhu Sanshun, with the same word for a house next to the wooden character."

Zhu Jinsong raised his head in astonishment, and asked, "Zhu Zhongyi? Dad, what do you mean?"

The old man coughed a few times in a row, nodded reluctantly, then took out something from his bosom and handed it to Zhu Jinsong, coughed a few more times and said: "Da Ming, Emperor Yi Zonglie, Emperor Yi Zonglie, are your fifth ancestors."

Speaking of this, a bit of bitterness emerged from the corner of the old man's mouth, and he sighed: "Zhu Zhongyi, oh, Zhu Zhongyi, the ancestors are weak! Father originally planned to die with this secret, but..."

"The heirs of our Zhu family are in a difficult situation. It is only in your generation that there are three ye brothers. The second brother is very brave and lacks calculations. The third child is good at studying, but he only knows how to study hard. If he is allowed to pass the exam If you become an official in the imperial examination, I am afraid that this secret will be revealed sooner or later, and by that time, not only will the third child be unable to be an official, but it will become a reminder for the three of you brothers."

"After dad goes, you three brothers can live incognito like this, and the youngest should never think about being an official through the imperial examination, and don't think about being rich."

"Boss, you are the calmest among the three of you brothers, but dad can tell that you are also the one with the wildest heart."

"After Dad dies, you must take good care of them, and be patient, and don't think about anything you shouldn't have."

Zhu Jinsong grabbed the cheap father's hand and replied seriously: "Father, don't worry, I will take good care of the second and third children, marry them wives, and let them live a good life."

The old man hummed, but the abnormal rosiness on his face became more and more obvious, and his spirit improved a lot, and he even hummed a little song: "Say Fengyang, say Fengyang, Fengyang is a good place, Ever since, since Emperor Zhu came out, there has been a ten-year famine, and there has been a nine-year famine..."

Zhu Jinsong looked at this cheap father who had only been called a father for a day, and now he has just passed away, and his heart was as messy as if he had been trampled by tens of thousands of beasts. Even Zhu Erdan and the third child were stunned. Suddenly, the three brothers forgot to cry for their father.

After a while, Zhu Sanshun murmured, "Brother? It's about dad..."

Zhu Jinsong stood up with red eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I cremated my father, we won't bury him for now, we will take the ashes with us."

The second child became impatient and shouted, "No! Our father has a son, and he is not a bachelor. How can he not be buried in the ancestral grave? Isn't this a joke for outsiders!"

The third child was also stunned, and asked, "Brother? You don't want our father to be buried in peace, but you want to burn our father with you? You! You are so unfilial!"

Zhu Jinsong looked at Zhu Lao Er and Zhu Lao San, and asked, "Ancestral grave? Where is our family's ancestral grave? Is it in Yanzhou Mansion or Fengyang? Or Shuntian Mansion?"

Hearing the meaning of Zhu Jinsong's words, the third child couldn't help but frowned and said, "Brother, Daming has already died! Could it be that you still want to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty? Let's just live incognito as Dad said, wouldn't it be good?" ?”

The second child also said: "Yes! Then Lord Qianlong... Qianlong is not easy to get along with. Even if you want to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty, at least you should wait until your father is buried before discussing it!"

However, Zhu Jinsong sneered and said, "Bury our father now, are you planning to wait for Jiannu to dig him out and rasp his bones for ashes? Let's cremate our father now, and wait until the Tartars are driven away. Son, let's bury father in the imperial mausoleum of Shuntian Mansion in a glorious manner."

"Also, you ask me why I rebelled? Are you still asking me if I'm alive? Then let me tell you, it's good to be alive. If ants know how to steal their lives, who would want to die if they can live?"

Zhu Jinsong walked to the door of the house, stretched out his hand to push the door open, looked at a little sunrise outside the house, and said: "But, tell me, if you live like a dog without the slightest dignity, then you can't live like a dog." ...is it still alive?"

I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the light.

Those who have seen the light cannot bear the darkness.

A person who is accustomed to wanton writing can't bear the literary prison of being executed for writing a sentence of "one's heart is turbid and pure".

A person who is used to straightening his back can't bear the oppression that Jiannu treats him like a dog to the outside world but rides on the heads of the common people to shit and pee on the inside, let alone bend his knees.

Why do you have to rebel?

Do you still need a reason to go through the rebellion?Isn't this bullshit? Is the reason not to be covered with an electric drill enough?Is it okay to not like to swagger through the market with a pig's tail on your head?
Of course, people like Yehenara Ying would not think of rebelling, and people like Qingchuan who traveled through the ages just to send goods would not rebel, because they are all vested interests.

but!Is Zhu Jinsong a vested interest?No!On the contrary, Zhu Jinsong is the biggest loser in the world!
Does it have to be a massacre of bitterness and hatred to have sufficient reasons to rebel?The Jiangyin massacre on the 81st, Yangzhou on the [-]th, Jiading three massacres, and the massacre of Datong in which only five people survived in the end are enough bitterness and deep hatred!The people in Sichuan who were slaughtered by Hauge, who was pierced by the girl's heart, but who were planted on Zhang Xianzhong's head, are suffering enough and have a deep hatred!
After being silent for a while, Zhu Jinsong continued, "Even if we are willing to live incognito, but as long as there is even a little bit of rumor about the three names of Zhu Zhongzhen, Zhu Zhongzhen, and Zhu Zhongzhen, we will only have a dead end!"

"Remember, if you don't want to leak any news, all three of us brothers must die, or we should simply let this secret no longer be a secret. Otherwise, we will always have to live in fear."

Therefore, even if there is no talk of darkness or darkness, and no talk of expulsion of the Tartars and restoration of China, Zhu Jinsong can only go on the road of rebellion.

Zhu Jinsong took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "The second child was right just now, that is, it is not enough for the three of us to rebel."

"However, with Liu Juren, that's not necessarily the case."

(End of this chapter)