Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 860 Departure
Yang Menglong looked at Zhu Cihong.

This little guy is much stronger than when he first arrived in Nanyang, tanned, and his body is a bit more wild, no longer like a puppet in the palace.He still has a large scar on his arm, which was left by a poisonous snake at summer camp.During the summer vacation, the school selected a group of students with excellent grades to go to the summer camp. He and An Ning also participated. They carried heavy luggage on foot and marched in the mountains, set up tents in the woods by themselves, and made their own fires to cook.An Ning dug out a colorful poisonous snake when he was digging the soil to build a stove with a small shovel. He screamed in fright. Meat puree.After chopping it up, he found the terrible triangular snake head of the poisonous snake hanging on his arm... The team doctor was so frightened that he strangled his arm with a rope, cut open the wound with a knife and sucked out the poisonous blood. An Ning was so scared that he cried Without stopping, he grinned and said to An Ning: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all!" This toughness made the whole class bow down, and he became the king of the class after that.

After coming to Nanyang for two years, this little guy's personality has completely changed.Before he came to Nanyang, he didn't even dare to say a loud word, but now he can whistling and flaunting his way through the city, and when he gets pissed off by people, he just hits three combos of quality without even thinking about it: "Fuck you! Fuck you! You idiot!" As for Fighting is commonplace. Anyway, if a child of this age fights, it will be settled in half an hour at most, and the fight is not for nothing.In short, Yang Menglong has successfully turned a good baby into a wild boy, and then sent him back to the palace, I am afraid that none of those old scholars can control him.

I don't know what other people think. Anyway, Yang Menglong is quite satisfied with his achievements. In his opinion, the future emperor of a country must be a little wild, and that kind of cowardly and timid baby will never achieve great things.He asked with a straight face: "How about the final exam results?"

Zhu Cihong was slightly proud: "No.3 in the whole grade!"

Yang Menglong asked: "Which subject did you get the best test?"

Zhu Cihong said: "Foreign languages, mathematics! Liberal arts exams are the worst."

Yang Menglong was a little surprised: "Why? I remember that your liberal arts was the strongest last year!"

Zhu Cihong pouted and said: "Because I'm not very interested in liberal arts anymore! I like mathematics and foreign languages. Solving mathematical problems is very fulfilling, and learning foreign languages ​​allows me to understand the world outside of Ming Dynasty. Said Shiyun, the son is much stronger!"

Yang Menglong flicked his forehead, and said with a smile: "My boy, if your gentlemen in the palace hear it, they will definitely vomit blood!"

Zhu Cihong was very nervous: "You...you will not send me back to the palace, right? I will not go back to the palace even if I die! I don't want to live the days of being treated as a marionette and a book bag anymore. I don't have any freedom at all. !"

Yang Menglong said: "Of course not. You are happy here, and the empress and emperor are also very happy. Why would you be allowed to return to the palace? If you are interested in any homework, you should learn it with your heart, except for mathematics and foreign languages. In addition, there are astronomy, geography, physics, chemistry and other homework in the future, which are also very useful. You learn them all, and when you become enthroned in the future, it will be very helpful to you. By the way, how about the master I found for you?"

The master he was referring to was of course Mo Mingzhi, the great son of the Mo family.

Zhu Cilang immediately beamed with joy, and said excitedly: "Grandpa Mo, he is so fun! He is proficient in everything from astronomy, geography, medicine, and mathematics. I have never seen such advanced knowledge, and he can teach such profound knowledge in such easy-to-understand language." A man of knowledge! He also has a pair of skillful hands, he can make birds flying in the blue sky, and puppets dancing on the dining table. I can learn more from him for a day than I can learn from those gentlemen in the palace for a year. Learned so much more!"

Yang Menglong said: "You should not only learn from him, but also his character and thought. The most precious character of the Mohists is 'self-discipline', treating yourself as you would a saint, without any discount, even if your own son commits a crime. If you have the right to do something, you will never inquire about your own interests, and you will be punished as you want; the core of Mohist thought is the three points of universal love, understanding ghosts, unfaithfulness, honoring the virtuous, thrifty, universal love, unfavorable fate, and honoring the worthy It is especially important, if you can understand these three points and practice them, how difficult will it be to become a famous emperor in the future?"

Zhu Cihong tilted his head and said: "Although I don't understand it very well, it must be a very great knowledge to be so respected by you. I will try my best to learn from Master. Not only that, but in the future, when I ascend the throne, I will also seal ink. My father is a teacher of the state, run a university for him, let him pass on his knowledge and ideas, let these good things be passed down from generation to generation, and carry forward!"

Yang Menglong was very pleased: "If you can really do this, your father and mother will be so relieved."

When mentioning the father, the smile on Zhu Cihong's face disappeared, and he looked at Yang Menglong with some anxiety, and said in a dull voice, "Champion Marquis, is my father's situation very bad?"

Yang Menglong frowned: "Why do you think so?"

Zhu Cihong said: "He led the army to march in person, and the soldiers pointed directly at Shenyang. This is a major event that has never happened since Cheng Zu's sweep of the North. I should be proud of him, but... But Brother Dingguo deduced it for me. , Said that the father chose the worst season to fight against Jiannu, and put himself in a passive position from the beginning, which is not good..."

Yang Menglong sighed inwardly, even a child could see that the situation was not good, why couldn't Chongzhen see it? He reached out and touched Zhu Cihong's head, and said, "Don't worry, I'll lead troops north to support the emperor, and then Marquis Shangsu Yi is also in the army, and it is not so easy for Jiannu to get a bargain from him."

Zhu Cihong breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I don't worry, you and Su Yihou join forces, no one is your opponent! By the way, Master, can I also go north with you? I want to see what the war is all about .”

Yang Menglong said: "It's not enough now. The situation is too chaotic and the weather is too cold. You can't bear it with your small body. You can wait until next spring when the flowers bloom and then go north. This battle must be fought, and it may not be possible next spring." Finished."

Zhu Cihong responded happily, and went back to her room to sleep.

Yang Menglong invited Mo Zhiming over again, and had a long talk with this respectable elder.Mo Zhizhi happily said that the trick Yang Menglong gave him was very effective. The technical training courses opened by the two disciples were extremely popular, especially the fitter training course. They fought hard for places, and he also accepted more than 30 students in the school. Children with excellent aptitude are apprentices, and I believe that as time goes by, he will find more apprentices with high aptitude to carry forward the Mohism.

Yang Menglong is also very happy. Naturally, the more skilled workers in his own territory, the better. Who would think that there are too many skilled workers in his own home.

Another piece of good news is that during this period of time, some disciples from the Mohist branch have come to join them. Although there are only a dozen or so in total, the Mohist's momentum has been greatly boosted.It seems that those branches have also been passed down. Although they are in decline like the authentic ones, they have not been cut off after all.Everyone knows very well that the Mohist school is now at the critical point of life and death. They have waited 2000 years for this opportunity. They must not miss it. In order to revive the Mohist school, they put aside academic differences and seek common ground while reserving differences. Let's talk!

Yang Menglong became more and more happy, and said: "It turns out that you still have so many people, it's really great. Mr. Mo, tell those disciples that if they have brothers from the same school or friends who share the same interests as them, please invite them all to Nanyang." Come, I will not refuse anyone!"

Mo Zhiming cupped his hands and saluted: "Thank you, Lord Hou!"

Yang Menglong thought for a while and asked, "Old Mo, how many people can you spare now?"

Mo Zhiming was startled: "Manpower, it's not a problem to draw seven or eight. Why, Lord Hou needs them to serve in the army?"

Yang Menglong said: "Of course not. No matter how stupid I am, I will never be so stupid as to let these precious talents go to the battlefield. Presumably Mr. Mo has also heard that we are building a machine called a steam engine, but due to the lack of talents in this field, little progress has been made. ..."

Mo Mingming's eyes lit up: "Steam engine? Good thing! If it is done, you can directly use the machine to produce the machine. You can even remove the sail of the ship and let this machine push the ship forward!"

Yang Menglong said: "Not only that, it can also push the train... You don't know what a train is? For example, it is to connect hundreds of wagon carriages into a long line, and each carriage is full of goods. Originally, hundreds of horses were needed to pull so many carriages, but after the steam engine is completed, only one carriage and a little coal are enough!"

Mo Zhiming slapped his thigh, and said excitedly: "If this is the case, then the merits will be in the present age, and the benefits will be in the future! Alright, I will recruit disciples when I turn around, and go all out to participate in the research, and try to get the steam engine out as soon as possible!"

This old man is really excited. This kind of machine is an important weapon of the country. Yang Menglong asked the Mohists to participate, and even directly stated that there is little progress and needs the help of the Mohism. What does this mean? of!He was not afraid that Yang Menglong would depend on him, but he was most afraid that Yang Menglong would not need him. How could he let go of such an opportunity!

It's rare to meet such a forward-looking person, and Yang Menglong was also in high spirits. He talked with Mr. Mo all night long, about trains, cars, ships, electricity, oil... a lot of them have long been commonplace in modern society, but they were unheard of in the Ming Dynasty. The things in the bamboo tube jumped out like beans, and the words were spitting.At the beginning, Mo Zhizhi had a green light to discuss with him, but soon he didn't say a word, picked up a pen and jotted it down, and then he simply called a few disciples to help me write it down, that would be a favor!All of them are technology addicts with extremely rich imaginations. The almost mythical and magical things that Yang Menglong said made them obsessed. Now, Yang Menglong was about to leave, they were still in good spirits, they pulled Yang Menglong to let him talk again, reluctant to let him go.Yang Menglong took a lot of effort to get rid of them, and said to Xiao Yufang, Liu Ziyan and Cheng Qi, "Take care of yourself and your children. I will come back when I go." His tone seemed to be that he just went up the mountain to pick two flowers. Like a small mountain flower.

With tears in her bright eyes, Xiao Yufang tidied up the somewhat messy collar for him, and said, "Go, don't worry about the family, beat Jiannu and Tartar back."

Liu Ziyan said: "I will pray for my husband day and night."

Cheng Qi said: "If the military expenses are not enough, write back. I have returned a lot of money from Jiangnankeng, enough for you to beat Jiannu and go bankrupt!"

Yang Menglong laughed, hugged the three of them hard, then jumped into the carriage, and drove towards the city gate surrounded by hundreds of guards.

The car drove a long way, but the three wives were still standing there, waving to him.

Dressed in a military uniform and a helmet, the indistinguishable male and female red lady said, "It's so loving!" A gust of acetic acid rushed to my face...

Yang Menglong rolled his eyes: "Aren't you talking nonsense? My wife, they are not good to me, who is good to them?"

The red lady snorted: "If I come into your house in the future, you have to treat me as you treat them. You are not allowed to favor one person over another!"

Yang Menglong cupped his hands again and again: "Got it, my wife!"

The red lady let out a chuckle, and gave him a light punch: "Fuck you, you are not serious!"

Amidst the sound of laughter, the carriage had already driven out of the city gate, and the rolling wheels rolled up the snow flakes all over the sky, facing the wind and snow all over the sky, and galloping fast according to the north wind.

At this time, there were already flames of war everywhere outside Shanhaiguan, and blood flowed like rivers.

(End of this chapter)