I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 168

Mao Yuanyi received two secret orders in a row, one for him to conquer Jiangnan within half a year;

The other one made him return to Tianjin Wei quickly.

"Could it be that something happened in the north?"

After all, it is the Great Ming God of War, who can know the elegant meaning after hearing the strings. The two secret orders of the idiot emperor are only three days apart, but the content is completely different. There must be a reason.

The only thing that can make the emperor change his mind temporarily is Jiannu knocking on the pass, and the northern barbarians going south...

"Let's go, pack up and go back to the north." Mao Yuanyi smiled at Wang Yunyan and other generals with a smile: "I'm going to close the door and beat the dogs."

This rebel army who "rebelled by order" went directly south after completing the big cleansing of the capital, planning to carry out another big cleansing in Jinling.

The soldiers are approaching the city, and all preparations have been made, just waiting for the time to mature.

Unexpectedly, he left as soon as he said he would.

Not sloppy at all.

Wang Yunyan and other generals had long been accustomed to Mao Yuanyi's commanding style, so no one had any resistance.

"Marshal, shall we go back the same way, or break up the whole thing and disperse it?" Wang Yunyan asked with a bow.

This kid has a good understanding, and he can skillfully apply the tactical thinking of guerrilla warfare.

"This time, let's go back by boat." Mao Yuanyi said with a smile: "Let's pretend to be an officer and go back to fight Jiannu and Beiman."

Wang Yunyan and the other generals were stunned for a while, unable to react.

"Marshal, aren't we the enemy of life and death with the imperial court, the government and those wealthy households..."

someone muttered.

Mao Yuanyi said with a warm smile: "The conflict between us and the government belongs to the internal conflict of our Ming Dynasty. It is a family talking about two things. It seems very intense, but in fact, it is indeed very intense.

But the problem is, that is in the absence of foreign enemies.

Once a foreign enemy invades, do you think it is necessary to put aside the internal conflicts and turn the guns to the outside world?
Let's go, hit the Jiannu pig's tail first, and go with those northern barbarians! "

Wang Yunyan and others seem to understand but do not understand.

Don't think too much about these big principles, thinking about them just hurts your head.

Mao Yuanyi didn't even think about explaining clearly to them. For such a special 'rebel army', there are some things that need to be explained clearly, and some things need to be kept strictly confidential.

You can't just say that we were originally "rebelling according to the order"...

……

After three days and three nights, Mao Yuanyi finally met Zhu Youjian, the idiot emperor who had been away for half a year.

The two sat on the deck of an ironclad battleship, drinking, fishing, and skewering comfortably, enjoying this rare tranquility.

In order to make Jiannu and Beiman more confident and bold to go south, and to make some people in the imperial court more unscrupulous, Zhu Youjian, who originally planned to return to the capital, made a temporary decision:

Not going back.

The iron-clad battleship is moored in Tianjin Weisan Branch River Harbor, which is more comfortable, comfortable and safe than the Forbidden City.

"How about it, have everything been arranged in Yan'an Mansion?" Zhu Youjian handed Mao Yuanyi a large piece of fat mutton, and said with a smile, "Don't let jackals sneak in and steal our chicken."

Mao Yuanyi chewed the mutton, hummed comfortably, and said vaguely: "Don't worry, that place is now our own territory, and the castle built is higher than the front gate of the capital."

Zhu Youjian scolded with a smile: "The city wall is so high that it's useless. A few cannons will blast you into a pile of rotten bricks."

Mao Yuanyi chuckled, swallowed the mutton with a 'goo', wiped his big mouth with his sleeve, and then said with a smile: "Don't worry, every castle has nearly twenty lines of defense;
Each line of defense can consume three to five hundred cavalry.

When the northern barbarian cavalry ran under the castle, they were exhausted and exhausted. It is estimated that their cavalry would even piss and slap the cannon. "

"What's more, our team doesn't confront the cavalry head-on at all. We rely on the terrain advantage to block the attack step by step. When 3000 cavalry go in, when we attack Yan'an Mansion, if there are [-] troops left, I, Mao Yuanyi, will lose."

Zhu Youjian laughed loudly, handed over a bunch of grilled abalones, and said, "Here, deep-sea abalones, it smells like Mrs. Mizhi, it's very fresh."

Mao Yuanyi took the abalone, observed it carefully, nodded and said, "You are the emperor, and everything you say is nice."

After speaking, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, clicked his tongue, and then stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

Zhu Youjian looked at Mao Yuanyi with a smile, and teased: "It seems that I have found the right person for you to rebel. You are really a thief."

"Tell me honestly, how much gold and silver did you get this time?"

After eating abalone, Mao Yuanyi drank a large bowl of wine, and then said: "Not much, just 40 taels of gold, 4803 million taels of silver, and dozens of boxes of gold coins and silver coins.

There is not much food.

Moreover, we have few manpower, and we can't move much, almost all of them are looted by the common people. "

Zhu Youjian was silent for a long time, sighed, and said: "The wealthy family is really rich and powerful."

From the bottom of his heart, the idiot emperor actually didn't want to beat the local tyrants, and there was nothing wrong with hiding wealth from the people.

What was wrong was that the imperial court was too poor.

What is wrong is that the people of Ming Dynasty are poorer.

"Tell me, the people of Daming are so hungry that they are going to eat shit, can we not rebel?"

Zhu Youjian said to himself: "I may be a tyrant, a fool, a foolish emperor with nothing to do, and the biggest prodigal son of our Ming Dynasty;
I don't care about these.

I may not be able to make everyone equal, nor can I serve the people wholeheartedly, but I!

At least it must be done so that the common people have a mouthful of hot food to eat!
Why do those who are forced to deliver food, move bricks at construction sites, dig food in the soil, fight with blood and sweat... have to be inferior?
Tell me, Zhisheng, why do these people go to bed later than chickens, wake up earlier than programmers, wake up early and wait until late, and still can't get enough of their stomachs after scrambling around?
Why?

Zhisheng, you are the fist that I punched, and the knife that was exposed outside.

The burden on your shoulders weighs ten thousand catties! "

These words were spoken with eloquence and righteousness, and even the idiot emperor himself felt that after saying these words, his image immediately grew three or four inches taller...

Mao Yuanyi's blood boiled, tears welled up in his eyes, his fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles creaked, and it seemed that he was a little hot.

However, Mao Yuanyi was still a little puzzled, and couldn't help but ask: "Long Live Lord, chicken...doesn't it go to bed early and wake up early?"

"Also, who is the programmer?"

Zhu Youjian blushed, coughed twice, and said with a smile: "Some chickens actually go to bed very late...

As for the program ape, well, it is a mythical beast in ancient legends, it only sleeps for half an hour a day, has a thick waist and wide hips, and has extremely fast hand speed. It can create all kinds of magnificent virtual worlds with just a creation disc. "

Zhu Youjian said his eyebrows were beaming, but his heart was full of anger: "When will this Ming Dynasty develop into the era of Douyin and Kuaishoushou?" '

In his mind, only in that era can he completely lie down...

Mao Yuanyi half-understood, but she also looked fascinated.

He is smarter than Song Yingxing, at least he knows when to cry, when to laugh, when to... interrupt the idiot emperor's wild thoughts:
"Long live, next step, who shall we hit first?"

"You can hit whoever you want. This is your business, Marshal Mao. Don't ask me." When Mao Yuanyi came back, Zhu Youjian looked like he was throwing his hands away from the shopkeeper, and he didn't bother to use his brain at all.

"How much food you want, how many muskets and cannons, I will find a way to get it for you. Don't ask me about leading troops to fight."

"Those civil and military ministers, don't they all call me the idiot emperor in private?"

"Hey, I really want to be a fool for a while."

Mao Yuanyi smiled wryly and said, "Long Live God must have a general direction, right? You can't let the humble officials beat you up..."

"That's true," Zhu Youjian groaned for a few moments, and said seriously, "Then, let's hit Shanhaiguan first!"

(End of this chapter)