nanming man

Chapter 4
1642 AD, the 15th year of Chongzhen, is destined not to be a peaceful year.This year can be said to be a crucial year for the direction of the current situation in the world.

In the middle of the night, Gao Yihuan, who couldn't sleep, sat up from the bunk and rubbed his big face with both hands, looking very melancholy.He heard snoring around him, looked left and right, Gao Yizhen and other villagers in Gaojia Village were sleeping soundly.

Gao Yihuan is very envious that they don't know anything and don't have to bear anything, but he is different, he has a sense of mission.

A white light flashed in his mind yesterday, and a massive amount of information poured out. Now that Gao Yihuan has gradually gotten used to it, the two consciousnesses in his mind have changed from conflict to fusion, and he has never had a headache again.

There are two souls in his body, one is a student of a certain teacher in the future world, also named Gao Yihuan, and the other is the current Gao Yihuan. To be precise, he is not either of the two people, but the fusion of two consciousnesses A new personality formed after the fusion.He is Gao Yihuan now, and he is also the unlucky guy of later generations, but overall, the unlucky guy seems to have more memories.

He had read a lot of novels before, so he quickly accepted this fact and roughly understood the environment he was in.He was in the very chaotic and cruel time of the late Ming Dynasty, the spring of the 15th year of Chongzhen.

Judging from his little knowledge of literature and history, this year is the year of the decisive battle between the Ming Dynasty and Li Chuang, and two years later, the Qing army will enter the customs. At that time, the situation will be more chaotic, bloody and cruel than now. The age of darkness and oppression is coming.

The more Gao Yihuan knows now, the more depressed he is for the whole world, and also worried and uneasy about his own life.

Sitting on the bunk, listening to the snoring around him, Gao Yihuan couldn't help sighing again, and began to think about his situation.

From a historical point of view, not long after the Chuang army took down Luoyang, the soldiers are now besieging Kaifeng. The collapse was only in sight, and it was impossible for him to surrender to the Qing Dynasty. Moreover, after the Qing army entered the customs, they chased and beat the Chuangjun all the way, and most of the Chuangjun were killed by the Qing army.

Now he has also become little Luoluo who broke into the army. He probably died at the hands of the Qing army or the official army.

If we look at it from a historical point of view, he probably ended up dead, becoming one of the half of the population that disappeared in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

But this result, he obviously cannot accept.Is there any possibility of change?Gao Yihuan feels that there are two opportunities. One is whether the Chuangjun can transform from a bandit to an orthodox dynasty, gain the support of the northern gentry, lay a solid foundation, and not offend everyone, and cheapen the Qing army.

As long as Chuangjun completes the transformation into an orthodox dynasty, does not make wrong judgments in the military, and properly solves the problem of Wu Sangui, a new dynasty should have no problem blocking the entry of the Qing army.As long as the foundation is solid and the northern gentry are not forced to the side of the Qing army, at least the north will not collapse as badly as it has in history.

The second is that the imperial court wiped out the Chuangjun, eliminated the civil strife, and then slowly reformed, maybe it can continue to survive, and prevent the Qing army from taking advantage of it.

But Gao Yihuan, thinking of these two parties, felt that they were not very reliable.Daming is already terminally ill, and the possibility of quelling the civil strife is zero. Gao Yihuan, a small person, can't affect the Ming Dynasty. It is estimated that the Ming Dynasty can't be counted on.

On the side of Chuangjun, there is history there, and Gao Yihuan is also melancholy.

He intends to do something, but right now he is just an ordinary person trapped by thieves. The combination of these two periods of life does not seem to have given him any special ability except foresight, and his experience and Ability is not enough to change anything.

At midnight, Gao Yihuan rubbed his face with his hands again. He gradually realized that thinking too much now is nothing but fantasy. .

"Yes, strength is the first to move the trajectory of this era." Gao Yi said happily: "The Ming Dynasty is about to die, the bureaucracy has solidified, and I, a person outside the system, has no fame. I ran over, but I was just a pawn. That’s all. The bureaucrats rank seniority, pay attention to seniority, and the chances of rising from the bottom are slim, and they may not be able to make it through more than ten years. Although it is not reliable, it can be regarded as a new start-up company with full internal motivation. It’s the time of conquering the world, and there are not so many red tapes, but I can attach myself to him, build a small hill, accumulate strength first, and then think about the future.”

Thinking of this, Gao Yihuan exhaled heavily, glanced at the sleeping villagers on both sides, and lay down again, letting himself fall asleep as soon as possible.Time is running out, he needs to recharge his energy, and from tomorrow on, he will be the head of a small department of Chuangjun, do the things right now, and then talk about the future.

If you can't bring more than 50 people well, then what else are you talking about?Gao Yihuan was thinking in his mind, planning for the future, and slowly fell asleep in a trace of excitement.

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In the morning, when it was just dawn, Gao Yihuan suddenly opened his eyes. A carp was struggling to get up from the bunk, but he was fat and fat, plus he was unconscious and hadn't slept all night, so he didn't have any energy. Hard to get up.

This made him embarrassed for a while, so he could only support himself up with his hands. He sat up and looked around. The men in Gaojia Village were still sleeping, and no one saw his embarrassment. He couldn't help exhaling, and quietly got down Tong shop.

Gao Yihuan tidied himself up first, making people look decent and energetic, maintaining the dignity of the officer, then picked up two iron blocks, and knocked on each other "dang dang dang".

The ear-piercing sound of gold and iron pierced the tranquility of the early morning. More than 20 men who were sleeping in the tent rubbed their eyes one after another and sat up in a daze.

The other tents outside were also awakened by the sound, "Zhi Niang thief, Gui grandson" scolded.

"Second brother, what are you doing so early in the morning?" Gao Yizhen and the others were woken up by him, sat up with a look of lovelessness, and complained.

Gao Yihuan threw the two iron pieces aside, clapped his hands, and glanced at the crowd. He raised his head and said to Gao Yizhen angrily: "I am the head of your department now, don't call me second brother, it's okay Little one, get up for me, and stand outside."

Gao Yizhen looked at him with caring eyes for a while, wondering in his heart, didn't you ask me to call you yesterday?Is it sick again?

Although they were reluctant, the men in Gao's village, such as Gao Yizhen, came down from Tongpu one by one.

Gao Yihuan asked them to put on their clothes, then went to stand outside the tent, then turned around and went out of the tent to wake the others up.

"How's the Young Master doing today? Yesterday he was still hanging his head down. Why did he feel like he had been beaten up in the morning?" A man in his 20s raised his underpants and tightened his belt tighter, and said to Gao Yichen : "Oh, there is no food, and we are not allowed to sleep."

Gao Yizhen tapped his head with a finger, "I talked to my old club yesterday, and it's not normal. I guess I'm sick again."

The man took a deep breath and said melancholy: "Then what should we do? If the young master falls ill on the battlefield, what can we do?"

"It's okay, Second~ Chief of Department. It's been like this recently. He's neurotic, good and bad at times, but his old boss said, he just bluffs. There is no major problem with his brain, and he has become a little smarter, which is a good thing." Gao Yizhen put on his clothes and said to the man beside him, "Get out quickly, let's follow him a little bit."

In an open space outside the camp, fifty men stood scatteredly. Gao Yihuan walked in front of them, looked at his subordinates, and got angry, all of them were skinny and crooked. , one by one drooping their heads, without any energy.

Gao Yi's joy faded for a moment, half of the passion last night dissipated, he stopped and stood in front of them, sighed, and finally raised his voice and said: "Whether we like it or not, we are now Chuang Wang's men. From now on, I, Gao Yihuan, will be the head of your department, and you will call me by my official name when you see me in the future, do you understand?"

A group of people look at me and I look at you, but no one responds.Gao Yihuan couldn't help having a headache. He thought it would be no problem to bring four or fifty people. After all, he used to be a small cadre in the class, and now it seems that the problem is very serious.

Seeing everyone's bewildered look, and seeing the men standing staggeringly, he became annoyed for a while, pointing to a swaying man and said: "Zhao Dachu, you bastard, what are you shaking?"

"Boss, you're hungry! If you don't eat, your legs won't work!" The skinny man replied with a grievance on his face.

As soon as he made a sound, half of the fifty men followed suit, "Boss, I'm hungry, it's time to serve porridge~"

Gao Yihuan patted his forehead and waved his hands in frustration, "Go, go, go back to sleep~"

(End of this chapter)