Chapter 492: Oath, Prayer
Chen Song collapsed.
"We don't know what organization it is. We only know that our goal is to overthrow the Ming Dynasty and restore the Yuan Dynasty. It would be best if we kill all the Zhus."
"Who is the leader?" Yan San personally carried out the torture.
"I really don't know." Chen Song said, "We are just communicating with people through a single line."
"Who is that person?"
"Last time the prince was poisoned, that man was killed by you guys."
Hey!
Yan San gritted his teeth, "What else do you know? Tell me, and we'll make you suffer less."
Chen Song said: "We only have one request."
"explain."
"We want to see Long Wilbur again."
"it is good."
Chen Song began to confess...
Jiang Qingzhi was basking in the sun outside the palace. A palace maid passed by and looked at him in confusion, "Master, you will get tanned."
Jiang Qingzhi grinned, "Frequent sun exposure can prolong your life."
A source of vitamin D!
The palace maid muttered, "Can it really prolong life?" Later, the palace maid really went out to bask in the sun every day, and soon there was a black-faced palace maid in the palace.
Yan San came out, "It turns out to be the remnant of the Mongols. Chen Song wants to see you."
"Not reconciled?"
"who knows."
Yan San watched him go in, then his expression became grim, "Yan Qi is embarrassed."
"Yes." Wang Ze lowered his head.
"We are lacking here." Yan San pointed at his brain. "Your Majesty asked Chang Wei Bo to join this matter, not for supervision, nor because of kinship. Your Majesty meant... to let Chang Wei Bo be the brain!"
……
"They have been in the palace for too long and their minds have become a lot more rigid. I'm sorry to embarrass you." Jiang Qingzhi sat down and looked at Chen Song quietly.
"I wanted to play a trick on them, but I didn't expect to attract Long Wilbur." Chen Song smiled bitterly, "This is fate!"
"What do you want to say?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
Chen Song said: "We are men."
"Ok!"
"Chang Wilbur must think we have betrayed our ancestors!"
"almost."
"Do you know why I was bewitched?" Chen Song said with a smile, "My family was very poor back then, so poor... our family only had one pair of pants, and whoever wanted to go out wore it.
Once I went out wearing those pants, but they were too big and I was still a kid, so I accidentally tore them. When I got home, my parents beat me up.
Not long after, someone came to the village and said that he could let his children go to the palace to live a good life. There were many poor families in the village, and the man finally accepted five people. Among them was me. "
Jiang Qingzhi felt a chill down his spine.
"Before entering the palace, I was repeatedly taught how corrupt the Ming Dynasty was and that our poverty was due to the Zhu family's brutality and incompetence..."
This is brainwashing!
Jiang Qingzhi narrowed his eyes and said, "Continue."
"Drinks." Chen Song said with a smile.
"Give it to him!" Jiang Qingzhi ordered, and someone outside responded.
"Go on." Jiang Qingzhi took a puff of medicinal smoke.
Chen Song licked his lips. "I was young at that time, so I believed it after hearing it for a long time. After I was stabbed, my hatred for Zhu family became even more unforgettable..."
"Those people are quite good." Yan San's voice came from behind.
"Can't you make some noise when you walk?" Jiang Qingzhi said.
Chen Song said: "No one contacted me for a year after I entered the palace. A year later, I made a mistake and was rescued by someone. That person... was the contact person."
Yan San's eyes were cold, "What else do you know?"
Chen Song shook his head. "It has been a long time since we planned to attack the prince. We were responsible for keeping an eye on his diet and looking for loopholes. We kept an eye on him for a year before we found the opportunity..."
"So, why do you want to see me?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
Chen Song looked up at him and said, "I am a man, but I have betrayed my ancestors. I will not be able to face them after I die. But am I really wrong? Long Wei Bo!"
Chen Song's voice became sharp. "I have never had enough to eat or warm clothes since I was a child. At that time, I had only one thought: whoever can give me enough food, I am willing to die for him. But the Ming Dynasty can't do it, and the Zhu family can't do it. Who can? Chang Wei Bo is very knowledgeable, I believe he can answer this question for me!"
Jiang Qingzhi remained silent.
Yan San said grimly: "Is this the reason why you abandoned your ancestors?"
Ancestors, in this era, are almost above all things.
Just pick someone on the street and ask him: Who is more important, the ancestors or the emperor?
One hundred people, one hundred common answers: Of course, ancestors are more important.
Talking about moral cultivation is not as good as what our ancestors said.
This is true among the people and in the government... ancestral teachings are more important than anything else!
There is no sense of awe, nothing is worse than a word from our ancestors.
Chen Song's face flushed for the first time, and he said in shame and anger: "But our ancestors can't just watch their children and grandchildren starve to death!"
Yan San: “…”
Chen Song's eyes turned red. "Do you know how desperate it is to be starving to death? Do you know how difficult it is to have only one pair of pants for your family? Do you know what I thought when I had a full meal for the first time?"
Jiang Qingzhi stood up and walked out. Chen Song laughed at him from behind: "Chang Wei Bo can't answer our questions either?" "You have a thousand ways to solve this problem. For example, surrender yourself." Jiang Qingzhi stood outside the palace, feeling depressed and panicked. "But you chose to go all the way. Do you know the consequences if the Mongols invade the Central Plains again?"
There was silence inside.
"It's in the history books, but you probably haven't read them." Jiang Qingzhi said, "The Mongols invaded the Central Plains and committed countless murders. They killed people from the north to the south. How many people were there at the end of the Former Song Dynasty? How many people were there when the Mongols established their country? Nine out of ten houses in the Central Plains were empty."
"Your family won't be spared either!" Jiang Qingzhi said. "When the Mongols ruled the Central Plains, they ordered that no Han people should be killed at will. If anyone was killed, they would be punished and fined, and their money or cattle and sheep would be confiscated. Look, this is a Han person, and his status is the same as cattle and sheep."
"Do you have anything else to say?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
Chen Song was silent for a long time. "After listening to what Uncle said... I feel so guilty about my ancestors. But I just can't get rid of this obsession. I would like to ask Uncle, who can give us enough food to eat? Who can give us clothes to wear?"
Jiang Qingzhi's lips moved. He looked up at the blue sky and white clouds. The thought and will in his heart became more and more firm. "We ourselves!"
"Ourselves?" Chen Song said, "We are just small people like ants. How can we influence the world?"
"Why not?" Jiang Qingzhi said.
"The people in our village are illiterate and so ignorant that they look like a bunch of walking corpses..."
“So they need to be taught so that everyone has the opportunity to read.”
“But studying costs money.”
"When the people become richer and richer, and when the government becomes richer and richer, believe me, all of this will not be a problem."
In Jiang Qingzhi's eyes, this world is almost in a barren state at this moment, and countless treasures are waiting for him to discover.
When gold, silver, copper and iron poured into the Ming Dynasty like a great tide, when countless fertile fields became cultivated land in the Ming Dynasty, when steam and smoke representing industry and pollution obscured the sunlight...
"Believe me, none of this is a problem."
"That's what you said."
"Yes."
"Could Uncle swear?" Chen Song choked.
Yan San glanced at Jiang Qingzhi and shook his head slightly.
Jiang Qingzhi raised his hand and said solemnly as never before: "I swear that in this life I will make the Ming Dynasty strong and prosperous, so that all people can have enough food and clothes to wear. I will never change my mind. If I break this oath, heaven and earth will perish together!"
"Hahahaha!"
Chen Song laughed wildly, and his laughter became more and more relaxed. He panted and said to Wang Ze: "Wang Fa, we have another contact, Wang Fa. He was the one who contacted us back then."
Wang Ze came out, looked at Jiang Qingzhi deeply, and hurried away with his people.
"Is it worth it for Chang Wei Bo to swear a solemn oath for these people?" Yan San asked.
"It's worth it." Jiang Qingzhi said, "How many Chen Songs are there in this world? How many hungry children are there? How many ignorant people are there?"
He looked at Yan San, "I'm not swearing for Chen Song, I'm swearing for them."
Yan San was silent.
After an unknown amount of time, Yan San said, "I have read some books. Since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, as long as the people did not starve to death, it could be called a prosperous era. To ensure that all people have enough food... excuse my frankness, it is difficult! No, it is impossible!"
"You won't know whether you can do it or not until you try it." Jiang Qingzhi looked back at the side hall. At this moment, he was thinking about decades later.
Drought is coming, refugees are everywhere, scholars and officials are reveling, taking advantage of the situation to loot and annex land. And the foreign tribes outside the Great Wall are sharpening their knives...
Countless scholars drank wine, held beauties in their arms, chanted poems and sang about the good times and beautiful scenery, singing that this is the era of our generation, this is the era of the people...
He suddenly thought back to a thousand years ago.
Was this also true for meat eaters at that time?
Sing the song of prosperity amid the sound of a fallen nation, and then kneel to welcome the new master.
Why can’t the meat eaters wake up after repeated reincarnations?
Jiang Qingzhi walked in the palace, thinking about these questions as if he was possessed.
Is it human nature, or something else?
Jiang Qingzhi suddenly stopped.
"Why should I think about this?"
“Is there any solution to all this?”
"As long as the Ming Dynasty can maintain its enterprising spirit, these crises will be resolved one by one."
"What I should do is to keep the Ming Dynasty hungry. Yes, hungry!"
Jiang Qingzhi waved his hands and shook his head, as if he was saying goodbye to something.
It also seems to be covering up something.
"I'm not smart enough, so I'll leave these problems to smart people to solve!"
He felt a little guilty about it.
The cauldron slowly turned, and the purple color seemed to become clearer.
"Master Ding, I'm not trying to escape, but... all humans are like this. Even in later generations, from the British Empire to the Eagle Sauce, they can't escape this rule. I'm just a mortal, so let the gods take care of this!"
……
"...Chang Wei Bo swears that he will make the Ming Dynasty strong and the people well fed and clothed as his mission in this life. If he breaks this oath, heaven and earth will perish together!"
Yan Song said respectfully.
The Taoist priest put down the book in his hand, closed his eyes, and sighed: "This idiot, why is he making such a vicious oath for no reason? To make the Ming Dynasty strong and to ensure that the people can have enough food and clothing... This is as difficult as ascending to heaven."
Yan San lowered his head and said, "Chang Wei Bo said that you can only know whether you can do it or not after you try it."
"Someone is coming."
"His Majesty!"
"Tell them to prepare the tools. I want to perform a ritual."
The Taoists came, and the leader asked, "Your Majesty, what is the purpose of this ritual?"
The Taoist priest, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand, looked at the statue and said, "Pray for this world and all the people in this world!"
(End of this chapter)
