Chapter 610: Blood Will Be Shot
When there was only 200 years left for the country's longevity to be supplemented, Jiang Qingzhi made some calculations and felt that it would be no problem to supplement the country's longevity by 500 years in his lifetime.
He is not an ambitious person. As for the enterprising spirit, wouldn't it be better to spend that time enjoying life?
So after returning from the southeast, Jiang Qingzhi felt like lying down.
He lived a very carefree life, and after his wife became pregnant, Jiang Qingzhi even forgot about the destiny of the country.
The days of having a wife, children and a warm bed have come!
But at this moment, Mr. Ding, who was ignored by him, showed his power.
Jiang Qingzhi covered his head but could not scream. He slowly slid down the chair, sat on the ground, and banged his head against the table leg.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
It felt as if countless tiny needles were stabbing my mind frantically.
His head felt as if it was about to be torn apart. In severe pain, Jiang Qingzhi raised his head, clenched his fists, and hit his head again and again.
It was still cold in early spring, but Jiang Qingzhi was sweating profusely.
I don’t know how long it took, but the tingling sensation suddenly disappeared.
Jiang Qingzhi was breathing heavily, leaning back on the edge of a chair, gasping for breath while feeling the big cauldron.
The cauldron was still turning slowly, as if the previous acupuncture was an illusion.
Just when Jiang Qingzhi was wondering if there was something wrong with him, the place where the number of the country's life was displayed suddenly turned into words.
——13 years, make up for the national life span. If it exceeds the deadline, it will be destroyed!
Damn it!
Thirteen years!
Jiang Qingzhi was furious. "Master Ding, thirteen years, there is still nearly two hundred years left for the country to last. You want me to use thirteen years to make up for it. Isn't this nonsense?"
The big cauldron turned slowly, and purple energy was dissipating.
That line of words remained unchanged.
13 years!
Overdue, destroyed!
Jiang Qingzhi said: "How can we make up for the 200 years of national life? This means that the country must be destroyed. Even destroying the country is probably not enough. We must also eliminate all the internal problems of the Ming Dynasty. There are so many things to do, and Master Ding, you asked me to complete them in 13 years. Even if a team came, it would not be possible!"
The materials in the space suddenly flashed, almost blinding Jiang Qingzhi's eyes.
Jiang Qingzhi seemed to see Da Ding laughing at him: Do those teams have generators? Machine tools? Bicycles...
Jiang Qingzhi smiled bitterly, "Master Ding, please at least relax the deadline! How about twenty years? Twenty years, five years to destroy the Japanese, five years to destroy Altan Khan, five years to rectify the internal affairs, and five years to go to sea... I will take the warships to Europe and make up for the remaining national destiny."
Jiang Qingzhi looked at the monitor expectantly.
The numbers moved.
Jiang Qingzhi said: "Master Ding is very generous..."
But only a few words flashed in 13 years.
It was as if he was reminding Jiang Qingzhi: Remember, 13 years. If you exceed the deadline, you will be killed.
"Fuck you!" Jiang Qingzhi cursed angrily, "Kill me right now if you can! Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."
If it were in the past, Jiang Qingzhi would really dare to challenge Mr. Ding.
But just as he was about to open his mouth, he thought of his wife and the child in her belly.
I am not alone!
Jiang Qingzhi suddenly had some enlightenment, "Master Ding, Li Tian has never been pregnant, is it your fault? Yes, without a child, I can focus on the country's destiny."
But later Jiang Qingzhi lay down.
Jiang Qingzhi thought about Ding Ye's reaction when he said he wanted to lie down, as if he wanted to kill him immediately.
"I thought you were joking. Are you... serious?"
The line of words on the big tripod slowly disappeared.
Instead, it is replaced by the number of national life.
—.
"It's a very auspicious number." Jiang Qingzhi said expressionlessly.
There are still nearly two hundred years left.
Two hundred years of national life, this country must be destroyed. The Japanese, the foreign tribes on the grasslands, and the Portuguese entrenched in Southeast Asia that threaten the Ming Dynasty...
There were countless problems within the Ming Dynasty. If Jiang Qingzhi wanted to solve them one by one, he felt that he would become the public enemy.
What gave him the biggest headache was how to persuade the Ming Dynasty's rulers and ministers to embark on this path of expansion.
The Central Plains has always liked to be self-sufficient. As for the surrounding vassal states, they only needed to pay respectful tribute to the Central Plains dynasty and even received many benefits.
As for expansion, why would you expand if there is nothing to do?
Jiang Qingzhi sat on the ground in despair. When Li Tian pushed the door open, she asked, "Where's my husband?"
"Here it is!"
Li Tian walked to the side of the desk and saw him sitting on the ground with his hands on his chin and a sad face. She couldn't help laughing, "What are you doing, husband?" She picked up a few pieces of paper on the desk and saw that there were little people drawn on them and a story summary.
——Huluwa!
——There are seven vines on one vine, and seven gourd brothers conquer the world!
"what is this?"
"Give me my son's story." Jiang Qingzhi looked a little listless, and Li Tian said, "It's too early for this!"
Jiang Qingzhi sat up and asked, "How do you feel today?"
Li Tian said with a smile: "The child is well behaved today."
Jiang Qingzhi knelt on one knee, put his face sideways on Li Tian's lower abdomen, and listened carefully to the movement inside. "It seems to be moving."
But it didn't seem to move.
Jiang Qingzhi felt that there was a thread connecting him and the child in his wife's belly.
He felt like there was suddenly something extra on his shoulders.
He should do something for this child.
Destroy the alien race that may enslave him and his descendants!
Defeat those idiots who caused the Ming Dynasty to decline!
Let the Ming Dynasty regain its prosperity, and... the longer the better.
I squatted on the grave and watched my children and grandchildren proudly say that their ancestor was a famous minister who restored the Ming Dynasty.
Not bad, right?
Jiang Qingzhi stood up suddenly and said, "Let's do it!"
Li Tian was startled, "What is my husband going to do?"
Jiang Qingzhi said: "For my son, I'm willing to risk it all."
"My husband is talking nonsense again." Li Tian touched her belly. "This child will definitely be a well-behaved child and won't cause any trouble to his parents."
Jiang Qingzhi immediately began to think about the country's destiny.
A conquest of Japan requires a strong navy, but the current conditions are not met.
Moreover, conquering Japan requires a strong reason that neither the Ming emperor nor his ministers can refuse.
So Japan had to put it aside for the time being.
Then, it is the grassland.
Altan is going south this year.
If we can defeat Altan Khan's army, how much will the country's longevity increase?
He then reorganized the Ming army and waited for the right opportunity to march beyond the Great Wall to destroy the enemy.
If we destroy Altan Khan, we will at least increase the country's lifespan by 20 to 30 years, right?
Jiang Qingzhi asked the big tripod, but the big tripod just kept spinning silently.
"Uncle Ding, please give me a hint at least!" Jiang Qingzhi felt that Uncle Ding was not being kind.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Jiang Qingzhi put aside his long-term goals and thought about the present.
Jiang Qingzhi originally wanted to sit back and watch the fight between Yan Song and his son and Lu Song, but now it seems...
“This is the fate of the country!”
When Jiang Qingzhi thought of the country's destiny at this moment, his spirits exploded.
"Old Lu, don't blame me if you are being unkind."
Jiang Qingzhi pondered over how to fight back against Lu Song.
And Lu Song is being praised at this moment.
"Lu Shangshu's timing of action was perfect, making the Mohists look humiliated. Jiang Qingzhi also did not make any move. Ever since he made that musket, he has become somewhat complacent, probably thinking that our Confucianism is powerless against him...
It is said that he spends the whole day at home enjoying himself. Enjoying himself, hey!" Han Yu sneered, "Now that he has been hit by Minister Lu, I wonder if he can still keep his face."
In Lu Song's duty room, Han Yu praised: "Once this is accomplished, it will be a heavy blow to Jiang Qingzhi and the Mohists. Redundancy and waste, the mistakes of the former Song Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty must not repeat them."
Lu Song put down the document in his hand, not showing any joy, but calmly saying, "Your Majesty may seem to be in the prime of life, but people will eventually grow old. Once Your Majesty..."
Han Yu nodded, "Ten years at most!"
"Well!" Lu Song said, "Ten years later, no matter which of the two princes comes to power, they will no longer have the prestige and skills of the current emperor. By then, our counterattack will be like a torrent. Without the support of the emperor, how can Jiang Qingzhi resist? Therefore, he has no choice but to madly expand the power of the Mohist School in these ten years."
Lu Song looked at Han Yu with dissatisfaction in his eyes, "You have been too hasty in the past. Don't think that you can kill your opponent with one slap. If you do not spare any effort to respond, it will only give your opponent an opportunity to take advantage of you."
Han Yu thought of the past and nodded in praise: "What Minister Lu said is very true. The past was indeed hasty."
"It will take ten years." Lu Song said, "We just need to stop Jiang Qingzhi's momentum of expansion. When that day comes, it will be a piece of cake to destroy him!"
Han Yu clapped his hands and laughed, "Minister Lu, what you said is brilliant! It will all come naturally, hahahaha!"
Lu Song said calmly: "Fighting is never a life-and-death struggle. The best way is to make the opponent neither die nor live well. How long can those people under Jiang Qingzhi hold out in such pain and suffering?
Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but they fly away separately when disaster strikes. What's more, they are just a group of friends. Once the flock of birds disperses, how much trouble can Jiang Qing stir up? He can be destroyed with a single hand! "
……
After dinner that day, Xia Yan found Jiang Qingzhi again and told him some ideas he had come up with.
"Put aside this matter for now. Once Yan Song has the evidence against the Ministry of Revenue, His Majesty will naturally suppress Lu Song." Xia Yan scratched his head. "Qingzhi, you are used to having everything go your way. You don't know that political struggles always involve every possible means. You have to compromise when you need to. I am a strong man, but I also bowed my head in those days."
In order to comfort himself, Xia Yan actually exposed his shortcomings.
Jiang Qingzhi felt warm in his heart, "Don't worry, Mr. Xia."
Xia Yan sighed, "This matter is not a big deal, but Lu Song is a very capable person. He will definitely use this matter to criticize the expansion of the Huben Zuowei Army. This kills two birds with one stone. This person... I was optimistic about this person back then, but he refused to follow me."
"Lord Xia, I will go to court tomorrow." Jiang Qingzhi looked at the tree canopy with his hands behind his back. "That workshop is the foundation of my Mohist prosperity. We must not let Lu Song ruin it."
"This matter... is a matter of delay!" Xia Yan gave instructions, "The Ministry of Industry is willing to admit defeat. As for the talk of redundancy, you are thick-skinned anyway, just pretend you didn't hear it."
Jiang Qingzhi touched his face and said, "Mr. Xia, I am known as the Jade-faced Young Master. How can I be so thick-skinned?"
In the evening, Xia Yan called Xu Wei and Hu Zongxian to drink.
The old man was slightly tipsy, and looked at the two men with a sharp gaze. "As the saying goes, if the master is humiliated, the minister dies. This saying is also applicable to the Mohist school. Qingzhi was forced to abdicate by Lu Song, and the scholars in the capital are watching. You two should also think carefully. Remember, this is a fight. Although there will be no blood, but... if there is blood, the throat must be cut off!"
(End of this chapter)
