Chongzhen Daming: Starting from Coal Mountain

Chapter 100
In the late Ming Dynasty, many scholars were rotten, and many had awe-inspiring character.

But more of them are middle-aged people. These scholars are not as strong as Xia Wanchun, Wang Fuzhi, Zhang Huangyan, Gu Yanwu, and Chen Bangyan. Numb, they did not rise up to resist until the Jiannu butcher's knife fell on their heads and asked them to shave their hair and make clothes easier.

So there was Yangzhou Ten Days, and then there were Jiading Three Massacres, so until hundreds of years after the fall of Ming Dynasty, there were still anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty.

Regrettably, due to the lack of a recognized leader, these rebellions were reduced to disunity and were eventually suppressed easily by the Manchu Qing.

What Chongzhen has to do now is to wake up these sleeping scholars, organize them, and throw them into the turbulent historical tide before Jiannu's iron hooves step into the south of the Yangtze River. With the help of the iron and blood of the battlefield, Come to complete the tempering of these scholars and make them the pillars of the Ming Dynasty!

Thinking of this, Chongzhen stretched out his hand and said, "Wang Daban, take a pen and paper!"

Wang Chengen, who was standing beside him, hurriedly found a brush and hemp paper.

After the collapse of the capital, the twenty-four yamen of the inner court were taken over by thieves. Even now, the number of eunuchs gathered around Chongzhen has increased to more than one hundred, and the functions of the twelve supervisors, four divisions and eight bureaus have not been restored. The Great Weaving Bureau, mine supervisors and tax supervisors in various places are also in a state of disorder, and the impact of the Jiashen national disaster has not been eliminated so far.

Therefore, if Chongzhen wanted to write articles, he could only use hemp paper because of its simplicity.

Wang Chengen laid out the hemp paper and flattened it, and then dipped the brush in ink and handed it to Chongzhen.

Chongzhen took the pen and wrote "China" in italics on the title, but after thinking about it, he crossed out these two characters and changed it into the word "China" in oracle bone inscriptions.

Under the banner of Lie Lie Jing, a group of soldiers holding golden daggers guards the central area. This is China.

This is China, our country, the motherland where we were born and raised and will be buried here!
……

At this time, in the Meixiang Building in the south of Laiyan Bridge, the poetry meeting has entered its final climax.

Yes, you read that right, when Chongzhen was paying his salary in Xia Town this morning, the poetry meeting in Meixianglou had just started, and after Chongzhen finished paying his military salary, he took his entourage on a navy warship and headed south to Xuzhou overnight, still in the cabin Here, I received Fu Shan, Sun Fanzhi, Ji Yunhong and other scholars who had fled to the south, and they were even planning a call to encourage the scholars in the south of the Yangtze River. However, the poetry meeting in Meixiang Tower was not over yet, and had just reached its climax.

Zheng Sen was already very impatient, but he left halfway due to the bad feelings of his classmates.

But in his heart, Zheng Sen has already put Hou Fangyu, Mao Xiang, Chen Zhenhui and other classmates into another book, a group of worthless dandies, Ming Dynasty is about to perish, and they are still here to sing the backyard flowers?
The climax of the poetry meeting was Li Xiangjun playing and singing Hou Fangyu's new work:
Outside the gate of Jinling, we traveled together in the past, and when we returned, there was an old hill.

In the six seasons, the spring city is full of wild sparrows, and the clouds in the three mountains are dark and the river tower is dark.

Ji Kang resigned as an official because he was lazy, and Zhang Han was nostalgic for his hometown.

The most is the color of the moonlight, and the misty rain makes people worry.

Zheng Sen also admitted that the poem is really a good poem, and Li Xiangjun sang it especially well.

But is now the time for "the misty rain makes people worry"?Is it time to reconcile with the famous Qinhuai prostitute Shijiu?What is this group of things?It's really the lack of vertical and conspiracy.

Thinking of this, Zheng Sen couldn't hold back the emotions in his chest anymore, and pushed the case violently.

This time I got up in such a hurry that I brought down the table in front of me, and the cups, bowls, saucers, wine jug, etc. on the table suddenly fell to the ground.

The sound of the pipa and Li Xiangjun's beautiful singing stopped abruptly.

Chen Zhenhui, Wu Yingji, Fang Yizhi, Mao Xiang and other young masters also looked at Zheng Sen in unison, and there was even a level of anger in Hou Fangyu's eyes.

Zheng Damu, what are you doing?

How dare you disturb my noble spirit!
Lu Xiangtong quickly tried to save Zheng Sen and said, "Brother Da Mu is too drunk to drink."

Zheng Sen frowned and said, "Brother Tongren, I don't want to stay in Meixiang Building any longer, can you go?"

"Let's go together." Lu Xiangtong weighed it in his heart, but still felt that Zheng Sen's classmate was more important, so he immediately got up and left with Zheng Sen.

When he got to the stairs, Zheng Sen suddenly turned around and said, "The business girl doesn't know the hatred of subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river, a bunch of worthless dudes, Lizi!"

Hearing Zheng Sen's words, Li Xiangjun's pretty face turned red.

Hou Fangyu, Mao Xiang, Chen Zhenhui and other young masters meowed up like kittens whose tails had been stepped on.

"Zheng Sen, I advise you not to be too arrogant, as if you are not a dude, are you a dude, okay? Your father is still a prince."

"Zheng Sen, I want to cut off your righteousness with your robe!"

"Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, it seems that you, Zheng Sen, are the only one who cares about the country and the people."

"That's right, aren't we celebrating because we won the battle ahead? This is also an expression of concern for the country and the people. We also have a heart of patriotism!"

Amidst the crusade of a group of young masters,
Li Xiangjun's silence seemed a bit out of place.

After returning to the boudoir after the banquet, Li Xiangjun still looked gloomy.

Hou Fangyu then flattered him and said: "Xiang'er, don't be angry, I will definitely find a chance to frustrate Zheng Damu's arrogance later, and let this Hokkien guy know that I, Hou Fangyu, are not easy to provoke and anger me The consequences for Xiang'er are even more serious, and I, Hou Fangyu, will definitely fight him to the end."

Hou Fangyu said and put his arms around Li Xiangjun's waist.

But this time Li Xiangjun pushed Hou Fangyu away gently but firmly.

Li Xiangjun said tactfully: "Young Master, I'm not feeling well today, you should go to sleep outside."

"You still feel uncomfortable?" Hou Fangyu frowned, "What's going on, it's been seven or eight days."

Li Xiangjun shook his head and said again: "Young master, I thought Mr. Zheng's words were harsh, but his intentions are worthy of recognition. Jiannu has already reached the north bank of the Yellow River, and the story of Mongolia's invasion of the south is about to repeat itself. You and your son Students really should not continue to sit and watch, you should join the army and go to Xuzhou to join the army!"

"What, go to Xuzhou to join the army?" Hou Fangyu said in astonishment, "Then what do you do?"

"Nothing will happen here at my slave's house." Li Xiangjun snuggled into Hou Fangyu's arms, and said softly, "A good man has his ambitions everywhere, how can the young master be trapped in a gentle country for a long time?"

Hou Fangyu showed bitterness.

This is a mess.

……

Let's talk about Zheng Sen and Lu Xiangtong later.

When passing Jixian Gate, Zheng Sen glanced at the bulletin board again.

I saw that the pond newspaper about the "Xuzhou Great Victory" was still posted on the bulletin board, but there was no grand occasion of thousands of scholars vying to watch. In less than two days, everything returned to calm.

No, there is still a student, but he is not reading the Tang newspaper.

Instead, he was holding a volume of Analects in his hand and was reciting softly.

"Those who know are not as good as those who are good, and those who are good are not as good as those who are happy."

"This statement can be said to be right in one sentence, I have gained something, and I have gained something."

As soon as he looked up and saw Zheng Sen and Lu Xiangtong, the student came up to him.

"Two classmates, I have just read the Analects of Confucius Yong Ye, and I have gained something, can I discuss one or two?"

"Another person who is stupid for reading a subset of classics and history." Zheng Sen shook his head and sighed, "You can't beat Jiannu when you read the Analects."

"Hey, this statement is absurd, absurd!" The student waved his hands and said, "Didn't you hear that half of the Analects ruled the world? As long as you read the Analects thoroughly, you can govern the country and the world in peace. What a way, what a way."

Zheng Sen didn't bother to pay attention to this classmate anymore, and climbed over the wall to enter the Imperial College.

That classmate kept shouting outside the wall: "It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"

Zheng Sen felt an inexplicable anxiety.

The classmate has become numb to this point, the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River is also obsessed with singing poetry and wine with prostitutes, and the princes in the court are only concerned with the party and the rejection of dissidents. Can the Ming Dynasty be saved?
Lu Xiangtong felt Zheng Sen's mood and didn't dare to say a word.

Back in the dormitory, Zheng Sen finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the window and said, "It's so dark today."

"It's cool." Lu Xiangtong said quickly, "It's the darkest time of the day. Fortunately, it's bright after the dark day, and the sun should come out."

Lu Xiang is the same as the speaker Wuxin,
Zheng Sen's eyes lit up when he heard it.

Yes, it should be bright after the ambiguous day.

The sun that shines all over the earth should come out.

……

Chongzhen leaned over and sat up.

Wang Chengen, who had been guarding outside the cabin for a long time, came in immediately: "Long live, you are awake."

"Hush!" Chongzhen made a silence gesture, indicating not to speak too loudly, so as not to wake up Zhu Cihong and Zhu Cijiong, who were sleeping soundly on their backs.

After leaving the cabin, Chongzhen hastily washed himself.

Wang Chengen was waiting by his side, feeling sad again.

This is the dignified son of heaven, who has lived so hard.

Chongzhen didn't care about it at all, what's the point of suffering?
Wang Chengen brought up breakfast again, it was just simple white rice porridge with wheat cake, and a small dish of bean paste, but this was already a rare delicacy for Chongzhen.

In the past few months after crossing over, I have been eating [Water Soaked Rice] with the big soldiers.

Drinking white rice porridge and eating wheat cakes, Chongzhen thought to himself that if there were a selection of the worst timetravelers, he would probably be able to rank among the top few.

After breakfast, Gao Qiqian waited for a few eunuchs to come over to wait on him.

However, the atmosphere today has changed significantly compared to the past, especially Gao Qiqian, who used to subconsciously approach Chongzhen in an attempt to welcome the emperor, but today he stands far away.

The reason is very simple, Sun Xiangxian was killed by eighty sticks.

With Sun Xiangxian's lessons learned, Gao Qiqian also became more cautious.

At the same time, Gao Qiqian and other eunuchs finally realized the reality.

Today's Long Live Lord is really different from before, he speaks and acts like a different person, and he also has a vague alienation towards them eunuchs.

The days ahead will be difficult.

Several eunuchs lamented silently.

(End of this chapter)