Number of People

  Chapter 27 Scroll A Survival Needs Struggle (Please recommend!)

   Seeing the two disappear in the darkness, Feng Ziying left this corner in the dark again. It is necessary to have the heart of harming others and the heart of guarding against others. Zuo Liangyu and Wang Pei'an may be fine, but Zhao Zuo, he has no confidence.

He found a new place, just behind a bush diagonally opposite the altar, where he could just observe the path coming from the outer city wall, as well as the alley path coming from the south, although he took out the corner before It is secretive, but it can't play the role of an observation post.

  According to what he, Zuo Liangyu, and Wang Pei'an told him, as long as Wang Chaozuo came alone, he might as well reveal some inside information, but he had to come alone.

   Again, according to the agreement, a person coming does not necessarily mean that the other party is reliable, but if the agreement is not followed, then it must mean that the other party has other intentions.

  Crawled on the grass, but Feng Ziying was full of thoughts.

  To tell the truth, it is inexplicable that after reading this book "A Dream of Red Mansions", I came to this world that is paradoxical to the history of the previous life. Feng Ziying really didn't have too many other ideas before.

The protagonists in those time-traveling novels are either basically masters of science and engineering, with all kinds of inventions and ideas at their fingertips, or they are literary geniuses who are so familiar with poetry and songs that they can plagiarize anything and become famous everywhere. Dynasties can be like ducks in water, but...

   In the two days since he was ill, he had already realized that he might really not be that material, or that there was no such good thing at all.

   Various inventions and plagiarism that lack social, political and economic foundations are hooligans. The result of hooliganism in this world is either to be swallowed by others without even the dross, or to be directly classified as unscrupulous literati who plagiarize.

  He might not have the ability to slap countless historical celebrities invincibly in a different world. It is serious to curl up under the wings of the cheap old man honestly and observe for a while to stabilize his position.

  To survive, to live a more nourishing life, is his only idea now, so he values ​​his qualifications as a Gongsheng student of the Imperial College, and maybe he can make a name for himself there, so that his future will not be dim.

  This world made him a little confused. I don't know if it was because the soul wearer had a high fever for two days and his brain was a little dizzy, and he couldn't recall some things in his previous life.

For example, the history of the Ming Dynasty, well, in fact, he is a pseudo-star fan who really doesn’t have much historical memory except for a little bit of trendy reading of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" and "Fifteen Years of Wanli". .

  Well, the reason why I am so familiar with Zuo Liangyu is also because of his native place in Linqing, at least I need to know some historical celebrities where my native place is.

  The problem is that the Great Zhou Dynasty basically followed the Ming Dynasty. Well, whether it is the territory or various regulations, it basically followed the gourd painting of the Ming Dynasty.

The descendants of Zhang Shicheng seem to have little ability. Basically, the relationship between Dazhou and Ming Dynasty became the relationship between Southern Song Dynasty and Northern Song Dynasty. They all occupied Nanjing as the capital first, and then moved the capital to Beijing immediately. Interesting.

So for Feng Ziying, if he can recall many details in the history of the late Ming Dynasty, um, this may change, so he can recall more of the civil and military masters of this era, regardless of whether it is a good relationship or a brotherhood, that is all. It's a network of people.

Three Tongs in this era, classmate, fellow township, same subject, plus a fellow party, uh, this fellow party is not necessarily a derogatory term, the party struggle in the late Ming Dynasty was bloody, but they were all extremely combative , These are all real old iron concentration camps.

As long as you have a good relationship, and play with the routine of "govern the world with the scholar-bureaucrats" and "create peace for all ages", then you can have a romantic and suave life of drunken beauties waking up on their knees and killing human rights ah.

But the cruel reality immediately slapped me, not to mention the covetousness of the Mongolians outside the Great Wall and the Jurchens outside the customs. Now it seems that the White Lotus Sect is so rampant in the hinterland of the Zhou Dynasty like Shandong, and even the Japanese who have been raging in Jiangsu and Zhejiang They all ran here to stir up the wind and rain.

  This makes people shudder, and Feng Ziying can't stop thinking about how long the Great Zhou Dynasty can last?

   Don't even think that the average age of seventy-six can't live, this situation will collapse, right? Uh, maybe the average age in this era is fifty, so I still have nearly forty years of good life, Brother Da Zhou, at least you have to get through it so that I don't wear it for nothing.

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   Wang Chaozuo looked helplessly at the two teenagers in front of him, one was his nephew, and the other was Zuojia Erlang, who was known as the King of Children in the East Outer City of Linqing.

  Before this mysterious person wanted to see me, but how could I have time to spend time with the two children at this time? What time is this?

  But he didn't expect the two children to be extremely stubborn, and insisted on avoiding other people by themselves, which made him angry, annoyed and funny.

  Two youngsters actually boasted that they wanted to talk about serious matters with themselves. Do they know what is important and what is important?

He is already in a state of disarray right now, so he doesn't have the time to worry about these things with the children, so he doesn't want to talk to him at all. If it wasn't for Zuo Jia Erlang's words, he would have turned his head and left gone.

Zuojia Erlang is different from his nephew, although he is only under twelve years old, but in terms of scheming, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old may not be able to live up to him. Meaning, especially now, if he didn't want to tell his nephew to go home and hide it, he really wouldn't bother to see it.

   Avoiding the crowd, Wang Chaozuo cleared his throat, "Zuo Erlang, I know you must have pushed Shiro here, tell me, what's the big deal? I'll listen."

   "No, uncle, I was the one who asked to see uncle, not Erlang." Wang Pei'an looked stubborn, and raised his eyes to look at his uncle, "I'm afraid that uncle will go the wrong way."

"Oh?" Wang Chaozuo was taken aback. He looked suspiciously at his eleven-year-old nephew. It couldn't be something that his nephew could say. He subconsciously wanted people to check on the two young men. Did anyone else follow, but quickly restrained himself, took a deep breath, and stared at the other party: "Shiro, who taught you this?"

   "Uncle, I..." Before Wang Pei'an could speak, he was interrupted by Wang Chaozuo's rough but repressible deep voice: "I just ask you, who taught you to say this?"

"Uncle Wang, is what Shiro said right?" Sensing that Wang Pei'an couldn't bear the pressure of Wang Chaozuo's eyes, Zuo Liangyu gritted his teeth and said, "The lives and deaths of hundreds of households on the left side of Weijia Hutong are in your hands, Uncle Wang." ,Is not it?"

Zuo Liangyu really wanted to use elegant and concise words to fight back against Wang Chaozuo, but he couldn't say the word "decision with one word". It will definitely be said in an exceptionally sharp and sharp manner, leaving Uncle Wang speechless.

  Although it has only been a day since I met Feng Ziying, the two of them have been talking and communicating almost all the time. He is a little uncomfortable with some of Feng Ziying's words and phrases, but he thinks this should be the performance of the Gongsheng of the Imperial College. Well, scholars, scholars, it should be so.

  When he was young, he had heard from his mother that his father's greatest hope in his life was to be able to go to school in the state, but his father died young, and his mother also passed away later. The Zuo family had no hope.

   Get some tickets, guys!

  (end of this chapter)