Chapter 792 Xuanyuan
Yan Shifan still smiled, but the corner of his eyes raised slightly, revealing a hint of contempt.
Some people say that there were only two prime ministers in Zhilu, the first one was Yan Song and the second one was Yan Shifan.
As for Xu Jie, he was just a mascot.
The later it gets, the greater the role of Yan Shifan becomes. In other words, at this moment, the Ming Dynasty has two prime ministers, Yan Shifan and his son.
Having been in a high position for a long time and giving orders to others, after a long time, one will inevitably regard all the people in the world as mortals, and oneself as a god.
Under the suppression of Jiang Qingzhi, Qiu Luan had not been able to make any progress for a long time and had long since become a has-been military hero.
There are at least a hundred or so such outdated military heroes in the Ming Dynasty. In Yan Shifan's eyes, they are just a bunch of lost dogs!
A stray dog also plays its role at certain times, such as right now.
Yan Song sent a message to Yan Shifan, telling him not to worry about whether Emperor Jiajing was suspicious of Jiang Qingzhi, and to help Jiang Qingzhi.
In Yan Shifan's opinion, this was his father's way of showing goodwill... You, Jiang Qingzhi, helped me to achieve merit, so naturally I have to repay you.
Yan Shifan felt that his father was really old, acting in an old-fashioned way and looking ahead and behind. In his opinion, Jiang Qingzhi would become the enemy of Yan's party sooner or later.
Since it will become a formidable enemy sooner or later, we must strike first.
He admired Jiang Qingzhi. Admiration is one thing, and taking action is another.
Jiang Qingzhi's reputation is now at its peak. Yan Shifan knows that he can't do anything at the moment, but he has to prepare for the future and gradually weaken Jiang Qingzhi's influence.
Just as Qiu Luan said, Jiang Qingzhi became famous for his martial arts, so if one wants to weaken his influence, one must start with martial arts.
Yan Song and his son were both scholars, and although the young cabinet minister boasted that he was well-read in military books and would not be inferior to famous generals in ancient and modern times if he went to the battlefield, that was just boasting!
Yan Shifan had also been eager to take action and had been looking forward to it. It was not until Yan Song followed the army to the north that he described his first military journey bit by bit in his letters home.
--Disaster!
——A myriad of things!
——Making decisions on the battlefield is not something that ordinary people can do, and even I cannot do it.
Despite his experience, Yan Song said that he was unable to lead an army in battle.
——Jiang Qingzhi is an excellent commander of troops. In my opinion, he is no less capable than the famous generals in ancient times.
Starting from the fifth letter home, Yan Song began to consciously or unconsciously praise Jiang Qingzhi.
Yan Shifan saw his father's mood between the lines.
——It’s really not easy to lead an army in a fight.
——Jiang Qingzhi’s ability to command troops...seems to be gifted by God.
Yan Shifan looked at his father's letter and fell into deep thought. He sighed for a long time and said to his confidant with some regret: "I'm afraid it's impossible to lead the army to fight."
The words in his father's letter home were actually a warning to him.
——Father knows that you are afraid and even jealous of Jiang Qingzhi's ability to dominate the battlefield and be trusted by His Majesty. But, son! This battlefield is not a good place. If you don't have the ability, don't force yourself. Otherwise, not only will you die, but you will also bring trouble to your family.
There is another meaning in this statement: Don’t forget the Battle of Tumubao. That emperor was also full of confidence, with hundreds of thousands of troops and great momentum, and in the end, he almost destroyed the Ming Dynasty.
Yan Shifan was completely humiliated, and half of his admiration for Jiang Qingzhi turned into jealousy. Since he couldn't lead the army to fight, he would find a substitute.
He thought about it for a while and finally thought of Qiu Luan, the Liao Hua.
Liao Hua was Yan Shifan's mockery of Qiu Luan, which also expressed his contempt for the military honors of the capital.
Even a bunch of idiots could not suppress Jiang Qingzhi, and Qiu Luan was suppressed by Jiang Qingzhi. Even so, in terms of talent, Qiu Luan was actually among the top in the military circle of the capital.
Yan Song once said with emotion that after a long period of peace, the military heroes have become spineless. If this continues, what is the use of having a million troops? If the generals are incompetent, the Tumubao incident will only happen again.
Qiu Luan has a good reputation these days... He studies military books at home every day, and when he has nothing to do, he goes to the Jingwei to watch the training. Or he takes his servants to practice martial arts outside the city...
His attitude was impeccable. In the eyes of some people, this marquis was trying to sell his head.
That’s right, in Yan Shifan’s eyes, Qiu Luan’s behavior was like shouting: Look, I’m selling it at a discount.
In that case, let's re-employ this idiot!
That day, Yan Shifan drank three cups of wine under Qiu Luan's flattery, and then got up and left.
After seeing Yan Shifan off, Qiu Luan stood in the autumn wind and sneered for a long time, "If I can turn the tables, I will repay you a hundredfold for today's humiliation."
Kneel, beg, flatter...
But Yan Shifan only drank three glasses of wine, which was considered as giving face to you, Qiu Luan.
"Han Xin could endure the humiliation under his crotch, so can I!"
The autumn wind swept away the words of the marquis, but it could not sweep away his overwhelming ambition and hatred.
"I swear that if I can rise again, I will..."
……
Jiang Qingzhi slept very soundly and did not wake up until the afternoon.
The first thing he asked after waking up was: "Where is Alda?"
The maids outside the door looked at each other.
Then I heard Uncle curse: "Fuck! You fell asleep."
Huang Yaner came and asked, "Is Uncle awake?"
"Hmm!" Jiang Qingzhi sat up, the door opened, and two maids came in.
Jiang Qingzhi shook his head, "Not for the time being."
He felt a little dizzy, and everything around him seemed unreal.
It seemed as if he was still in the northwest, with the enemy just outside the city.
The biggest thing at the moment is Uncle Ding in my mind.
Since the end of the war, Uncle Ding has been silent.
This was the first great victory that changed the course of history and was of great benefit to the Ming Dynasty.
Uncle Ding was silent.
The national destiny reward is gone.
No more physical rewards.
At first Jiang Qingzhi thought that it was Uncle Ding who was having trouble or that the computer was down.
But as time went by, he became a little nervous.
Did Mr. Ding destroy himself?
Or was it destroyed by the Space-Time Administration or something?
If so, would he, the butterfly that traveled through time, disappear?
On the way back to Beijing, Jiang Qingzhi was always worried about this.
It’s not a bad thing that Uncle Ding is gone, but what about me?
The moment he saw the child, Jiang Qingzhi had never felt so reluctant to leave this world.
He was willing to give up everything in exchange for staying in the Ming Dynasty and staying with his wife and children.
Even if you are just an ordinary citizen.
I enjoy it as much as honey.
Even if he had to farm, he was willing to do it. Jiang Qingzhi observed the big tripod intently.
The big tripod was still turning slowly, and the purple color was still overflowing from the depths of the copper green.
In the space, the supplies were still there, even the boxes of penicillin... This was what Jiang Qingzhi regarded as his number one treasure to save his life.
After returning home, he visited his wife and children, and then went to the forbidden area.
The small machine tool is still there.
Then it's all there!
Why didn’t Mr. Ding respond?
Jiang Qingzhi was a little nervous.
"Uncle Ding, are you... dead?" Jiang Qingzhi thought secretly.
boom!
Suddenly, a great will surged out from the depths of the cauldron.
Jiang Qingzhi felt as if a sledgehammer had hit his head hard.
He held his head in his hands and cried out in pain.
The giant tripod shook violently, tossing up and down, and that grand will continued to surge out from the depths of the copper green.
Jiang Qingzhi saw pictures one after another...
Those people wearing animal skins and holding various homemade weapons in their hands gathered under the leader. They roared, and on the opposite side were endless ferocious beasts.
The leader turned around, raised a spear made of animal bones, and shouted loudly.
Jiang Qingzhi didn't understand what he said, but his will was transmitted unhindered.
——For our children!
--kill!
Groups of warriors followed their leader and rushed forward, fighting desperately with the beasts.
They fought in groups of three or five, using nets made of vines, weapons made of animal bones, spears carved from wood... They used their flesh and blood to fight the beasts to the death.
No one took a step back because the leader was charging at the front.
When the fight was over, the leader and his warriors cheered.
The women came, and the older children too.
They harvested the prey, cut open the hides, got the meat, the fur kept them warm, and the bones could be made into various tools.
The children were busy cutting the meat with animal knives or stone knives until they heard crying.
The warriors who died in the battle were carried back.
Corpses were laid on the ground, and wives and children came over silently, knelt beside them, and stroked the familiar faces.
The leader also fell.
He looked at the people who gathered around him and spoke softly.
——Don’t stop.
--Yes.
——Keep moving forward!
--Yes.
——Fight for your children and grandchildren!
--yes!
——It has to be big!
--yes!
For some reason, Jiang Qingzhi found himself standing next to the leader.
He watched as the successor leader led the warriors to expand in all directions.
They encountered other tribes.
negotiation!
Useless.
In the end, it all comes down to swords and guns.
He saw the tribe starting to cultivate the land.
They began to learn how to make bronze utensils.
He saw that the leader and his troops were constantly attacking and slowly expanding their small territory.
He saw the city, even if it was just a small rammed earth city.
The leader stood on the top of the city wall, pointed to the distance, and said to the people around him:
——We must move forward!
--yes!
——Continue to expand for our children and grandchildren!
--yes!
He saw a burly man riding a ferruginous beast coming to the city.
The leader said: "Submit or die!"
The burly man raised his head defiantly, "I will not surrender to you unless you can kill me!"
"Then let's fight!"
Warriors from both sides gathered in the wilderness.
On the chariot, the leader pointed at the enemy army and said: "Defeat them, so that our children and grandchildren will have enough land to farm."
"For our children and grandchildren!"
The leader raised his weapon and shouted.
The chariots were galloping, the cavalry were galloping...
The two sides kept fighting, the battle ended today and will continue tomorrow...
The war lasted for a long time, and the tribe expanded step by step.
The final decisive battle is coming.
The leader led his warriors and defeated this biggest enemy in one fell swoop.
The enemy leader, the burly man riding a ferret, was captured alive.
The chief said: "Pull him to pieces as a warning to the neighbors. Throw his head as far as possible, so that his soul can only wail in the cold wind. Throw his limbs in all directions to show our majesty."
The leader turned around, looked at the tribe, and said, "We have conquered another territory for our children and grandchildren."
Amid the cheers, the leader looked at Jiang Qingzhi.
Jiang Qingzhi asked blankly: "Who are you?"
"Xuanyuan!"
(End of this chapter)
