my days with tyrants

Chapter 97 I'm Not Good at Martial Arts

mad dog...

I have to say that Ambassador Yang's evaluation of himself is very vivid.

In fact, Zhu Yuanzhang really needed someone like him.

Because he is a loner, or there is no interest group behind him.

At this time in the Ming Dynasty, various interest groups had formed, and the nobles with the vassal kings as the core, such as King Yan and the Xu family, King Jin and the Fu family, and the father-in-law of Zhu Yan, Yongping Hou Xiecheng, Zhou Wang and Feng Sheng, even the king of Chu still has his father-in-law Wang Bi.

These are interest groups.

So once Zhu Yuanzhang kills, he has to kill a bunch, because if you don’t kill a bunch, it’s hard to guarantee that the rest of this interest group won’t rebel.

Even if you really don't have the ability to rebel, can you do it by defecting?
Kill Fu Youde but not Xie Cheng?

Xie Chengyi was afraid, so he fled to Beiyuan with his cronies, what should he do?After all, Fu Youde was killed because he and King Jin were in-laws, but Xie Cheng was the father-in-law of King Jin. In the same situation, Wang Bi and Cao Zhen would have to die, let alone him, he didn't understand.And this kind of veteran who has experienced many battles is familiar with everything about the Ming army. Once they defect to Beiyuan, they will bring great help to Beiyuan!Even if you don't defect, as long as you deliberately mischief in future wars and let the Ming army lose a battle, it can be done. It can be said that as long as Zhu Yuanzhang has this idea, he will have to be ruthless.

Entire interest groups are eradicated.

This kind of true hero will not have any entanglements in killing.

This is general.

Civil servants are also interest groups.

If it weren't for interest groups, it wouldn't be possible to come up with the North-South list three years later.

Zhu Yuanzhang is not dead yet!
They already dared to bet that Zhu Yuanzhang was too old to hold a knife, but they didn't expect that the bet was wrong. Even if Zhu Yuanzhang was old, he could still use a knife to slash people.

It's almost 30 years.

Everything that should be there is already there.

But Yang Feng is different, he is purely airborne, or literally airborne, has nothing to do with any interest groups in the Ming court, and has no relatives, it can be said that he is cleaner than Jiuqian in this regard , then why not let him outside like a mad dog to bite whoever he wants?
No matter which interest group he bites off, Zhu Yuanzhang will benefit in the end.

So what Yang Feng needs to do is to continue to be unscrupulous...

Pingwang Station.

"Don't move around.

Mr. Zhang, I eat vegetarian food and recite Buddhism, and I don't like killing.

Don't force me to break the precept! "

Wearing a nine-tube mask, Yang Feng held Yang Wen's memorial to Zhu Yuanzhang, looked at the wounded lying on the ground and said.

Including messengers.

He is a calamity that has to be made public.

Otherwise Zhu Yuanzhang would not know that he did it.

When this kind of thing happened, under normal circumstances, the messenger would be exiled to the frontier at the lightest, and the death penalty could be a serious crime, but knowing that he did it, then Zhu Yuanzhang knew that there was something wrong with the memorial, so he would not punish the messenger.

Yang Feng walked out of the post station amidst the wailing, and saw dozens of strong men on horseback approaching, all of them were obviously not Han Chinese, but color-eyed or mixed-race, and none of them were good-natured, with temperament It can be seen that at least they have all been on the battlefield.

He stepped aside calmly.

These people looked at the nine-tube mask on his face suspiciously, but they shouldn't want to be troublesome, they walked straight past and entered the post station.

Yang Feng was tearing up the memorial at the back while watching them go in.

"what happened?"

There was a sudden roar of anger from inside.

Yang Feng smiled and threw the completely torn piece of memorial into the nearby ditch.

Those eyes turned around one after another, looking at him suspiciously.

Yang Feng stretched out his hand and waved it friendly.

"It's him, it's him, it's he who stole the memorial to His Majesty!"

The messenger ran out limping, pointed at Yang Feng and shouted.

"Ah, what are you talking about? Yes, I snatched it, but it has been torn up now, you can pick it up if you like."

Yang Feng said.

Semu, the leader, drew his sword with a sneer.

"Take it!"

he shouted.

Immediately afterwards, two Semu urged the horse to charge straight.

Yang Feng watched calmly. At the moment when they arrived on the left and the right, at a speed that completely caught them off guard, they passed by before the two knives met. At the same time, with one hand on each side, he grabbed their belts and shouted. , pulled down suddenly, and amidst the neighing of the horse, the two of them fell off the horse at the same time as he pulled down.

Then hit the ground.

The force of the fall was too hard, and it was on a solid road, the two fell unconscious.

Standing between them, Yang Feng continued to look at Semu.

The leader Semu returned the sheath with the saber in his hand, took off the flail from the side of the saddle, then dismounted and walked over, the other Semu silently took out the bow, dismounted and put on the bowstring as well.The leader of Semu came in front of Yang Feng, and smashed the flail in his hand without hesitation. Yang Feng dodged quickly, but this guy was very good at playing.Yang Feng, who was not good at cold weapons, quickly backed away, but the guy swung it again, and the short stick hit his chest, and was bounced away by the bulletproof plate inside.

The man froze for a moment.

The first half of this short stick looks like a mace, but it is actually with short spikes.

Normally, this is a serious injury.

"In armor?"

he said with a sneer.

"I'm not good at martial arts, but I like to use equipment."

Yang Feng said frankly.

"Secret armor, shoot and kill!"

Semu shouted.

Immediately afterwards, the bowstrings in the hands of the two Semu were released.

Two arrows landed on Yang Feng in an instant, and one hit his leg.

But still not penetrated.

He has homemade raw silk soft armor on his legs!

Although I know it can be refreshed, it still hurts before the refresh. The torso, crotch, knees, and elbows all have bulletproof vests. No.

Then use raw silk layer by layer, and then rivet compaction to replace Kevlar.

Of course, silk is still much worse than Kevlar.

But it can be thickened!

It’s nothing more than an arrow shield, a few millimeters of Kevlar can be used as an arrow shield, and a centimeter thick raw silk is enough, right?
It's all about wearing cotton trousers in winter.

"It's me!"

Yang Feng moved his fist and said.

Before the leader of Semu could react, Yang Feng raised his foot and flew a Semu on the ground. The flail in the leader of Semu's hand stabbed straight forward, and Semu in the middle screamed and was knocked down, but Yang Feng who followed closely appeared , the fist in his hand hit the chest of the leader of Semu.The leader of Semu also screamed and fell down, but before he landed, he was kicked away by Yang Feng. At the same time, the flail fell into Yang Feng's hands. Immediately after Yang Feng caught up, the flail suddenly pushed against his chest.

The guy continued to fly towards his subordinates.

Those who dared not shoot arrows, drew their swords and urged their horses forward one after another.

The leader of Semu immediately ran into them.

Yang Feng threw out the flail at the same time, and flew towards them with a roar.

In their confusion, Yang Feng withdrew Semu from his horse, got on his horse, urged the horse to gallop forward, and soon disappeared into the dense forest by the roadside...

Of course, it doesn't really disappear.

There is something wrong with these colors, which are obviously from the army.

There are still a lot of color eyes in the Ming army.

These color eyes are usually compiled separately, such as the color eyes of thousands of households, and there are color eyes in the east, west, north, south, for example, there is a whole guard in every guard in Guangzhou is color eyes.Although they and the suede boots are both semu, the latter is only a lowly member of the semu. In fact, there are many semu of Wei nationality and civilian nationality, even officials.

Including civil servants.

Ming Dynasty civil servants also had sex eyes.

But their presence here as civilians is highly doubtful.

Yang Feng then changed his clothes...

Anyway, he had been wearing a nine-tube mask before, so he just took off the mask now.

He then went south until Shengze found a tea house by the roadside, drinking tea while waiting, and in the evening, these eyes appeared, but the leader and the person injured by him had disappeared.They didn't recognize Yang Feng, so they directly stayed in an inn in Shengze. Yang Feng watched them go in, then walked to the inspector who inspected the business hotel, and took out a fake waist card and waved it in front of him.

The inspector's face changed when he saw the words "Jinyiwei" above.

Yang Feng shook his head.

Inspections are smart.

"How did Xiongtai get here? I haven't seen you for many days."

He said.

The archer next to him moved the chair.

"Who are those people?"

Yang Feng sat down and asked.

As for the Jinyiwei waist plate, he carved it according to the genuine product.

I carved it myself.

It's just a wooden sign.

His guards are Jinyiwei, just engrave according to their brand, so that you don't have to find a way to go out, no one dares to forge this, and generally no one will suspect that it is fake...

The consequences of forgery are too serious.

Even if there is no way to lead out and be arrested, it is nothing more than a board or exile.

Fake this whole family's head off.

The inspector had no doubts at all, he just thought it was a secret agent of Jinyiwei, he looked at the clerk next to him, the latter immediately got up and walked into the inn, and then came back with the store calendar, looking through it...

"The inspection was from a salt merchant in Shanxi, who was sent to Yangzhou. This time, he went to the salt field to sell salt. There were 56 people in total. Four of them were injured by robbers at Pingwang Post. Pingwangyi, so there are only 52 people left. The list is above, and the things they carry are not only self-defense weapons, but also salt and money. business.

Salt merchants always laugh when they see people, but they don't understand any rules.

Besides, there is no pack team.

Zhejiang Salt is the province and Guangxin, even if you go into the mountains, you have to have a pack team. "

said the scribe.

"Find someone and send a letter to Nanhui Office, hurry up!"

Yang Feng said.

After speaking, he took out a marker pen, tore a piece of paper from the clerk, and quickly wrote a letter to Yang Wen.

The identities of these people are wrong. Lihua said before that there are still a group of people. Maybe they are just these people. Let Yang Wen keep an eye on the injured ones first, and control them when necessary, but it is best to just keep an eye on them.

Shanxi salt merchants.

Send native Yangzhou.

It's still hard to guess the identity.

At that time, salt merchants were basically from Shanxi.

A small number of Shaanxi people.

After all, it is most convenient for them to send grain to Jiubian in exchange for salt. It was not until the Wanli period that Huizhou merchants were completely monetized that they were on an equal footing with Shanxi merchants. After Yangzhou was slaughtered in the late Ming Dynasty, the old salt merchant pattern was completely cleaned up and started again. Selling salt means that Huizhou merchants have an absolute advantage.

Moreover, those in the Lianghuai Salt Fields are all from Yangzhou and Huai'an, and the scope of their salt sales also includes the Salt Fields in Hangzhou Bay.

However, the scope of sales is Zhejiang and part of Jiangxi.

"The sooner the better!"

Yang Feng handed the letter to the inspector.

Then he took out another handful of banknotes...

"This, this, how to make this?"

The inspector said with a smile on his face.

"I'll take it for you, the emperor still has hungry soldiers!"

Yang Feng said.

"Then do you want to arrest them? As long as we suspect that there is something wrong with them, brother can order them to be arrested first."

The inspector grabbed the banknote and said.

He is a patrol inspector who specializes in catching thieves, and he has the right to arrest anyone who is suspicious.

"No, don't startle the snake!"

Yang Feng said.

He still has to wait for these people to reconcile with the pirates!
He then went to Jiaxing, and then he waited for these people in Jiaxing the next day, and then he went to Haining and waited for these people again. In this way, he stopped at the Xucun Salt Farm in front of these people.After those Semu arrived here, they waited for the receptionist, and then they went straight into a nearby mansion and didn't show up again. It was obvious that they were waiting to meet up with the Japanese pirates.

Of course, the premise is that they are really the next batch of people Tachibana said.

But it should be about the same.

After all, such a group of elite color eyes came here out of nowhere, and they were obviously not salt peddlers.

He wandered around waiting.

This area is full of salt fields. At this time, the Qiantang River Estuary was somewhat different from the modern times, and Xu Village was already an important salt field.

However, Liangzhe Salt Fields are no longer comparable to Lianghuai Salt Fields at this time. After all, the latter has a large enough coastal alluvial plain.

But it is still not pure sun salt.

It is still better to pour the ashes to get the brine, and then fry the salt. Because of this, salt production requires a lot of cooperation. These kitchen households are all militarized, that is, regiments. A regiment is a group of kitchen households, relying on the vast reeds along the coast as fuel , At the same time, it is also used as a low brine shop, and plant ash is used to absorb impurities.

However, the life of Zaohu at this time was very different from that in the late Ming Dynasty.

Now they resemble state factories.

There is a quota for each dime, and the salt is made enough to be handed over to the salt farm, and the grain is also paid as a quota from the salt farm.

Once you have done enough, you will be free.

Farming and fishing are optional, as long as you are willing to continue to make salt, you can also exchange salt and salt farms for food. The salt farms must always have enough food for exchange, so that they will have enough food to eat. Zhu Yuanzhang sometimes rewards Treasure notes.At the end of the Ming Dynasty, it was monetization, and the salt merchants bought it from them themselves, and they used the money to buy grain from the grain merchants themselves. Doesn’t this drain their value?
Salt merchants buy their salt, one tael of silver can buy one or two thousand catties.

They may not be able to buy a tael of rice from the grain merchants for one tael of silver, and it can rise to more than one tael of silver for a tael in any random famine. But at this time, the salt farm has a special disaster relief storehouse, and the famine will give them grain relief.

Salt merchants are profiteering.

Selling salt from Tianjin to Beijing can increase the price five times.

From the Lianghuai Salt Fields to the Huguang Mountains, the maximum increase can be [-] times.

Therefore, in the era of monetization, bottom-level producers will be drained of their last blood and sweat. The kitchen households in the Ming Dynasty can be said to be a perfect example.

(End of this chapter)