People in Hongwu, from heavenly master to emperor master

Chapter 256 Opportunity in East Zhejiang, anti-Japanese is the way out

What Song Lian held in his hand was the half of "Yuan History" that he wrote silently.

It was also the bait he was planning to use for fishing and broke the incident of repairing the history of Yuan Dynasty in Tianjie Temple.

As a result, he didn't even have the bait ready yet, and Song Lian actually delivered the fish to his door on his own initiative.

On the surface, Zhang Yi is calm and calm, but in fact, he is already happy in his heart.

Although he wanted to laugh, but still had to hold back, he nodded reservedly.

Although Song Lian guessed something, but when Zhang Yi admitted it, there was a thunder in his head.

"impossible!"

Song Lian refused to believe this fact.

History books cannot be completed by one person.

Compiling a history book requires a lot of searching for documents and then compiling them.

If you want to revise the history of a dynasty, which dynasty should not be treated as a big project.

Song Lian thinks he is also a smart person, but he himself absolutely dare not say that one person can write a history.

How old is Zhang Yi?

He is over eight years old, even if he has been studying since birth, it is impossible for him to master so much knowledge!

"Mr. Song, what are you doing?"

Zhang Yi was already a little unhappy. The relationship between Song Lian and Zhang Yi was mediocre, and even the people were brought here by him.

He came to thank Zhang Yi, not to make Zhang Yi uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, Song Lian waved his hand and asked Zhang Yi to leave it alone. He was still confronting Zhang Yi, trying to get an answer.

"Sir, can you give me the book in your hand?"

Zhang Yi stretched out his hand, and Song Lian instinctively handed the book to Zhang Yi.

The latter didn't speak, and went straight to the desk.

Zhang and Song walked over with Zhang Yi, only to see Zhang Yi leisurely grinding ink, and when the two old men had almost exhausted their patience, they spread out the blank pages and began to write.

For him, the so-called history writing is nothing more than silently writing the things in the memory of the previous life, which is not much more difficult than writing a storybook novel.

But these actions, in the eyes of the two Zhedong gentlemen, are like ghosts.

Song Lian didn't believe that this "Yuan History" was written by Zhang Yi. After all, it is impossible for one person to write history.

Even for a great scholar like Sima Qian, he didn't know how much material collection he did before writing history. How old is Zhang Yi?
Even if he has gathered together in those documents since he was born, that time is not enough!

Seeing Zhang Yi's sternness, he can write a very complete fragment with a few hundred words.

Song Lian had to admit that there are geniuses in this world.

"What about down there?"

Not only Song Lian, Zhang Yi was also dumbfounded when he realized that what Zhang Yi wrote was "Yuan History".

What that means, he knows better than most.

He also understood Song Lian's madness. If it was the first time he saw this kid repairing Yuan history alone, he would be crazy just the same.

It's just that Zhang Yi wrote about a thousand words, so he stopped what he was doing, and Zhang Yi couldn't help but ask.

"Are you running out of ink, I will grind it for you!"

Song Lian was excited to read it, but Zhang Yi suddenly stopped writing, which made him feel itchy.

"Well, I'm too tired..."

Song Lian: ...

Zhang Yi: ...

They wanted to slam a stinky child on the ground.

"Sir, do you believe me now?"

Zhang Yike didn't care about their feelings, he just acted like a master.

Now that he is learning high-level Taoism, he is much more proficient than before.

Song Lian looked at Zhang Yi for a long time and sighed:
"The old man is convinced, I hope you will forgive me for disrespecting my husband before!"

Zhang Yi smiled and said nothing, what can Song Lian say? As the No. 1 Confucian literary figure, he is undoubtedly a great Confucian.

Great Confucianism has its own position. After Longhushan was used by the emperor to deal with the Confucian family, a large number of people were dissatisfied with Longhushan.

This is probably a common problem among Confucians, and they also have different positions.

Song Lian was dissatisfied with Longhushan, but he was actually quite close to Buddhism and Taoism.

He himself became a Taoist priest in order to avoid going into the mountains because of the previous conscript.

In the days that followed, he also had many monk and Taoist friends.

One of them is Zhang Yuchu, the eldest brother who will inherit Zhengyi's teaching after his father's death.

Zhang Yuchu's only title of Taoist master in the early Ming Dynasty was conferred by Song Lian.

Although a celestial master was praised by Song Lian for his good knowledge of Confucianism, this is quite embarrassing in itself...

So round up, big brother future friend,
Can be regarded as one of our own!

What's more, Song Lian even used the word "Mr." at this time, and he was given a lot of face.

Zhang Yi replied:

"Mr. Praise, Pindao just wrote down what he saw before and according to his own understanding!

This little effort should not be praised by Mr. "

Song Lian blushed upon hearing this:
"Not to mention anything else, just the thousand characters you wrote down, if I were to revise it, I don't know how much information I would have to look up!
It turns out that there are so many ancient books hidden in your Longhu Mountain, which is really rare! "

Zhang Yi replied:
"Longhu Mountain has indeed hidden some books over the years!

Although I seldom see it, the ancestors of the past generations probably felt that these are the treasures left by the predecessors!
I have a naughty temper, and I didn't like the husband my father hired since I was a child, but I can't put it down to these miscellaneous books!
It's just a pity that because of a miss later, they were burned to the ground! "

The news about this rebellious son of the Zhang family has been discussed by the Taoist priests on Longhu Mountain these days, and has more or less reached the ears of the people in the capital.

Zhang Yi's stubbornness, and the legend of his disagreement with Lao Zhang,
Many nobles in the capital have heard of it.

Song Lian was heartbroken when he heard that Zhang Yi actually burned those ancient books.

Song Lian couldn't comment on how many ancient books the old Zhang family had hidden.

But he believed what Zhang Yi said was true. The half of the history of the Yuan Dynasty in his hands was not something that a young man could write casually.

Behind this word, there must be a lot of literature reading.

Not only reading, but also screening.

If it is said that the memory is not forgotten, Bo Wen is a kind of talent.

Find out from the vast amount of historical materials, distinguish useful and useless things, and then write history.

This kind of ability is not something that only one talent can express.

This kid must have worked hard.

Song Lian thought for a moment and said:
"Your half of Yuan History, can you borrow me to transcribe a section?"

Zhang Yi made a gesture of invitation, Song Lian ignored Zhang Yi, and took Yuan Shi to the desk to copy it.

Zhang Yi's expression was in a trance. He brought his old friend to visit Zhang Yi, but in the end he became a foil.

Fortunately, Song Lian ran to copy the book, and Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi were finally able to chat.

"Mr. Zhang, this time the old man came here specially to thank you for saving your life!"

Zhang Yi bowed to Zhang Yi again, and Zhang Yi waved:
"Your catastrophe has not passed yet, so there is no need to do this!"

At this time, Lao Meng asked Meng Yao to bring tea, and the two went to the other side of the study to drink tea.

Zhang Yi took a sip and asked:

"Sir, did you say I'm still going to die?"

Zhang Yi replied:

"It's better than before, you are mentally prepared, at least you can accept the death news from the mourning hall!"

Zhang Yi agrees with this point. In fact, the way for the little Taoist priest to save him is very simple.

Let him know the news of his mother's death in advance, he was mentally prepared, and indeed he was less sad.

No one has died in life since ancient times, and Zhang Yi is not a person who does not understand reason.

Accepting the reality of his mother's death calmly, he took at least half of his foot out of Lord Yama.

"Mr. Ding You, and remember to be brave when you have nothing to do!

Although it is an expression of filial piety to build a grave for your parents, but with your powerless appearance, you should do less physical work!

Otherwise, if there is an accident, you still won't be able to pass the test of Lord Yan! "

Zhang Yi finally revealed the final cause of Zhang Yi's death, and Zhang Yi seemed to realize something.

If he had told himself this last year, he would not have believed it.

He nodded, cupped his fists, and thanked Zhang Yi again.

"Since it is the master's order, then I will obey halfway. If I succeed in crossing the tribulation, Ding You will come back to thank you in the future!"

Zhang Yi replied:
"It doesn't matter whether you thank me or not, I just see that Mr. is the pillar of the country, and it's a pity to die, so try to get something from Lord Yan!
If you can get it back, you can get it. If you are really doomed, there is nothing you can do about it!
That's all I have to say, I just hope Mr. Zhang knows it all! "

"Ok!"

The so-called great kindness does not say thanks, and Zhang Yi no longer has to pretend.

He went on to say:
"I'm here this time, and there are two things I want to bother you, sir!"

"Please say!"

"The first thing is to hope that the husband can help my mother to save her!"

As a Confucian gentleman, such things as transcendence are actually not necessary.

However, Confucians also believe in ghosts and gods. Since they believe that Zhang Yi is a high-minded person, Zhang Yi also hopes to handle his mother's affairs properly.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi smiled and said:
"This matter is easy to handle. You take your mother's belongings to Chaotian Palace and give it to my senior brother Deng Zhongxiu. When you go back to him, you will send the old lady off!
His Majesty wants to repair the Chaotian Palace, and the Conferred God Platform will also be demolished and rebuilt!
The Conferred God Terrace is the place where His Majesty conferred the gods, and the gate of heaven was opened there!
Pindao sent the old lady's soul to heaven while the gate of heaven was still open! "

Zhang Yi was fooling around in a serious manner, anyway, this ancient man believed in God, and the matter of salvation was just a psychological comfort to him, but it fell into Zhang Yi's ears, it was a great kindness.

Where is Fengshentai?
It is the place where His Majesty enshrined the ancient heroic spirits as gods.

If my mother can hitch a ride and become a fairy in the sky, it is naturally a better choice than taking reincarnation.

Lao Zhang was so excited that he almost knelt down for Zhang Yi.

He resisted not kneeling, it was to save face for Old Master Confucius.

Knowing that his mother has a good place to go, although he is still sad, he still comforts a lot.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath and said:

"The last thing, I have to trouble you sir!"

He hesitated and asked:
"This matter is about my child Zhang Cundao, this child has been favored by His Majesty today, and has a place to go!

It's just that the old man can't see his future clearly, so he asked more questions! "

Zhang Yi asked:
"Where?"

"Sir, I don't know that your majesty formed a Xuanwu army a while ago, which is the Daming navy!
What His Majesty meant was to make him the leader of the navy!
This is a great gift, although my Ming Dynasty lacks navy generals, and the only few are also in the Northern Expedition,
This benefit fell on Cun Dao, the old man should be happy!

But the old man is also afraid that Cun Dao will blame me!

After all, the future of this naval army is uncertain, and what my child most wants to follow is to go to the north with Li Wenzhong to flex his muscles. "

In the northern battlefield, military achievements are everywhere.

However, after the first battle of Chen Youliang, the navy of Ming Dynasty was probably only useful for attacking Fujian and a few other places!
After Zhu Yuanzhang unified the world, the role of the navy will be even smaller.

Apart from resisting Japanese pirates and transporting grain northward, there seems to be no use for it.

The emergence of the Xuanwu Army can be regarded as one of the butterfly effects in history.

Zhang Yi's circle of friends is very small, and he never knew the news before.

It was only by accident that he found out about this after his circle of friends expanded to Xu Mansion.

But he himself didn't understand why Lao Zhu set up a navy?

He can't go to sea, can he?

Zhang Yi's question really caught him. What Zhu Yuanzhang was thinking, he knew a ghost.

But at this time, the scene class cannot be lost.

Zhang Yi smiled mysteriously and replied:
"Sir, did you forget? What did I say in the Confucian Mansion?"

Ok?
With his reminder, Zhang Yi suddenly remembered that this Taoist said that he doesn't look at the future, but only judges good luck!
In short, if you ask him to tell a fortune, he won't know how to do it, but he can see that you have disasters.

Since the priest doesn't want to watch it, he can't force it either.

It's just that he was about to say polite words, but he heard Zhang Yi say:

"However, going to the Xuanwu Army is a good choice for your son!

If he goes north, he will die within five years!
They all think about military merits, but they also don't think about what is the most in Wuding River? "

Wuding River, from Tang Dynasty Chen Tao's "Four Poems on Longxi Journey Part Two", the full sentence is: Poor bones by the Wuding River, like a person in a boudoir's dream.

Zhang Yi was terrified immediately, and his son was also targeted by this Taoist priest.

Zhang Yi said that if you get rich, you may not be rich, and he said that you should take it seriously if you are unlucky.He dared not underestimate Zhang Yi's warning.

"So that's how it is. Your Majesty asked my son to go to the Xuanwu Army. That's a kindness from heaven!"

Zhang Yi was excited, and the gratitude in his eyes was beyond words.

"Although I can't see clearly the future of the Xuanwu Army, your son Zhang Cundao is also experienced in the navy. There are not many people in the Ming Dynasty who have experience in this field. Since His Majesty has set up a navy, with his frugal character, he will definitely be appreciated. Make the most of it!

Your son himself has the military merits of the Fujian entourage. It is enough to seek fame, but it is not enough to be conferred a title!
Going to the north is not enough!
It's better to stay in the Xuanwu Army, maybe the number of days will change! "

"Sir's guess is..."

Combined with the emperor's hints, Zhang Yi can vaguely guess the emperor's intentions.

What's in the sea?
Nothing more than Japanese pirates, pirates and Fang Guozhen, Chen Youliang's old department.

These people invaded the coastline of Daming, as if they were in no man's land!
If it is as he guessed, then His Majesty has already put the fight against pirates and Japanese pirates on the agenda.

In other words, if Zhang Cundao can hold on to the path of the navy.

This is indeed another way to bypass Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, Feng Sheng, Fu Youde and other famous Huaixi Group players.

Zhang Yi knows all about fighting with those people.

His son Zhang Cundao can be regarded as a good general at best, definitely not a famous general.

As Zhang Yi said, even if he went to the northern battlefield, he probably wouldn't get much credit for it.

But if you stick to the way of the navy, there is a big opportunity here.

This is not only an opportunity for Zhang Cundao, but also an opportunity for their entire Eastern Zhejiang School.

Although Zhang Yi was saddened by his mother's death, he still couldn't help but secretly rejoice after having figured it all out.

(End of this chapter)