Chapter 842: Crazy National Destiny, Crazy Truth
The weather is nice today and the sun is shining.
When the emperor and his important ministers traveled, they were accompanied by many people. When the huge group of people left the city, they attracted a lot of attention.
"It's Your Majesty!" a young man exclaimed in front of the city gate.
Emperor Jiajing glanced at the young man, and wherever his eyes went, people lowered their heads.
He saw awe and satisfaction, but also anger... They were a few men who looked like scholars. After looking at Emperor Jiajing, they quickly lowered their heads.
Jiang Qingzhi was laughing. Zhu Xizhong rode over and said, "You have been laughing since you left the palace. What is so funny?"
"I submitted a memorial to the emperor, and I'm probably with the Minister of Public Affairs now."
"Memorial?"
"Yes, a memorial that can shake the capital."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Qingzhi suddenly felt a shock in his mind.
It’s been a long time!
Jiang Qingzhi couldn't help but burst into tears.
Uncle Ding, are you alive?
The big cauldron was turning slowly.
Start accelerating.
Jiang Qingzhi sat on the horse, squinting his eyes, as if he was taking a nap. Zhu Xizhong was bored, so he went to talk to Du He. You said you had sex with ten women last night, and I said I scolded my wife last night and she was extremely docile.
In my mind, the cauldron began to accelerate.
Jiang Qingzhi was extremely excited, and at the same time he was wondering why Mr. Ding chose to take action at this time.
Is it possible that there are some conditions required to activate this reward for national destiny?
Jiang Qingzhi thought about it and thought of the memorial he had submitted.
Who will lead the new policy?
The emperor needs to coordinate the overall situation, and it is impossible for him to go into battle bare-handed and engage in close combat with his ministers and vested interests.
That's unrealistic and ridiculous.
Who will take on the roles of Fan Zhongyan and Wang Anshi?
This topic was on the capital's hot search list after yesterday's celebration banquet, and soared to the top. Even the news that a powerful man's mistress came to his house and forced the wife to give up her position could not shake the status of this topic.
——Jiang Qingzhi!
As for Yan Song, once someone mentioned him, he was immediately drowned out by public opinion.
Even the dogs in Xin'an Lane knew that Yan Song was a treacherous minister. Letting the old prime minister preside over the new policy would be to alienate himself from the people of the world.
"It must be Jiang Qingzhi!"
An official from the Tongzhengshisi came over hurriedly, "Where is the Tongzhengshi?"
"The envoy followed His Majesty out of the city. What happened?"
"Something serious has happened."
"What? Show me."
"Is this... an inventory of land? Oh my god, is this... is this going to start?"
……
The big cauldron began to accelerate. Jiang Qingzhi was looking forward to it and thinking, maybe the advent of artillery had opened some seal in time and space.
The speed of the big tripod is getting faster and faster, so fast...
What the hell!
"Uncle Ding, slow down, take it easy, and be careful with your waist." Jiang Qingzhi was inexplicably nervous, worried that Uncle Ding would collapse.
The cauldron was spinning faster and faster, so fast that Jiang Qingzhi's heart, liver, stomach and lungs were trembling.
The purple essence surged out from the depths of the copper green, so rich that it was unbelievable. After the purple essence rushed out, it quickly spread out and rushed in all directions.
The space was constantly being reinforced. Jiang Qingzhi was startled and suddenly felt a chill down his spine. "This space is actually unstable?"
He actually hadn't noticed this problem. If the space collapsed, he didn't know what would happen to Master Ding, but what would happen to himself... He would most likely be turned into dust.
The purple energy surged out crazily, and the feeling of the stable space kept coming. At this moment, someone came to look for Jiang Qingzhi.
"The uncle is resting." Mo Zhan coldly blocked the intruder.
Sun Bu Tong vaguely remembered that the person who came was an official from the Ministry of Rites. At this time, his father-in-law came over and asked, "What happened to Qingzhi?"
As he spoke, Li Huan stopped the visitor outside and asked, "What's the matter?"
The man said, "I want to discuss the new policy with Long Wilbur."
Li Huan laughed and said, "Let's go to the court to discuss this."
The man looked at Jiang Qingzhi angrily, then rode his horse forward.
"This is a test." Xu Wei sneered.
Li Huan sighed, "The new policy is going to stir up a hornet's nest, and I have no choice but to do my part. Qingzhi seems to be full of confidence, but... he hasn't slept all night, right? He didn't even know I was here. Forget it, let him rest for a while."
The space suddenly shook and the purple energy stopped surging.
Jiang Qing carefully felt the space and found it to be much more solid.
Even though there is such a big hidden danger, I am still so happy.
"Master Ding, you are so powerful!"
Jiang Qingzhi had to thank Uncle Ding who had been silent for a long time. He even guessed that Uncle Ding’s silence during this period had something to do with the space.
The cauldron began to slow down.
Jiang Qingzhi was looking forward to it.
The speed of the big tripod was getting slower and slower.
You can see the number plate.
When the cauldron stopped, the number dial began to turn.
"One year, two years, two and a half years... three years..."
"Four years, five years... Damn! Master Ding, give it a try!"
"Six years, seven years..."
In the outside world, Sun Chonglou asked in confusion: "Bobo, why does the young master seem to be drooling?"
Boll said seriously: "No, the uncle is thinking about national affairs."
"Haha!" Sun Chonglou said, "Young Master's look reminds me of when we were in Suzhou Prefecture. Once we offended the Ye family and were starved for two days. The master secretly brought us some cakes in the middle of the night. Young Master looked like that when he smelled the fragrance of the cakes."
Mouth-watering!
"Six years, seven years..."
"The young master looks more and more greedy." Sun Chonglou muttered. Just then, an official in front turned back to look at Jiang Qingzhi. Sun Chonglou stared at him fiercely, "What are you looking at?"
"What do you think of this official..." the official sneered.
Sun Chonglou grinned and clenched his fists. His huge body suddenly straightened up on the horse's back. The warhorse shuddered, and the official also shuddered. "I...will not bother with a rough man like you."
"Bobo, how about it?" Sun Chonglou asked proudly.
Bol looked wise, "The courage of these Confucian disciples is not even as good as that of the women in Lisbon. At least those women dare to defend their dignity."
"Haha! Bobo, let me tell you, these people seem to be righteous, but I found a problem."
"what is the problem?"
"If a person is rich, does he need to spend money to let others know that he is rich?"
"Does he need it?" "No, he doesn't. When I was begging, I found that most of the truly rich people didn't care about these things. They only use what they like for food, clothing, housing and transportation, not expensive things. Only those who don't have much money, or nouveau riche, will spend money to prove that they are rich..."
"That's a bit deep. Are you a stone? Or are you possessed by a ghost?"
"Get lost. This person is the same. If they are truly honorable people, they won't have a stern face and won't always flaunt themselves as gentlemen. I think! It's like... if you lack something, you will pretend to have it."
"Tsk! Shitou, are you possessed by a ghost?"
——15 years, 16 years…
Jiang Qingzhi has become very fond of it.
17 years, 18 years...
The country's prosperity is soaring.
And there is no sign of slowing down.
20 years, 21 years...
Jiang Qingzhi felt something was wrong.
Motherfucker!
This doesn't seem like a country's destiny that can be achieved through a single great victory.
He thought about his recent troubles, the launch of new policies, the advent of artillery and other things that would benefit the Ming Dynasty.
This is the accumulated national destiny.
How many can there be?
25 years?
22, 23, 24, 25…
The number dial was still spinning rapidly, and the decimal point was spinning like a guard dog at home, wagging its tail wildly when it saw the owner.
27 years, 28 years, 29 years...
The dial began to slow down.
Jiang Qingzhi was already numb.
The decimal point grid is slowly turning.
30 years!
Total: years.
Jiang Qingzhi took a deep breath and said, "Master Ding, where is the reward?"
30 years of national life!
Jiang Qingzhi was looking forward to seeing what kind of rewards would be given.
But the cauldron did not react. The purple color deep in the copper green looked much fainter, as if it was a man who had exhausted all his energy.
"Is that how you're going to devote yourself to this?" Jiang Qingzhi was a little disappointed, but then he fell into longing.
After defeating Altan Khan, the new policy was launched, artillery was invented, and perhaps there were other scattered bonuses, the country lasted a total of 30 years.
If we could completely wipe out Altan Khan, cleanse the grasslands, and eliminate the threat to the Ming Dynasty in the north, how much could the country's destiny be extended?
Forty years, or fifty years.
There is also Japan. If we destroy Japan, it will take at least 30 years, and maybe even 50 years.
A hundred years in total.
Plus, if the new policy is successful, it will be almost the same!
Jiang Qingzhi suddenly felt his whole body relax, as if a long heavy pressure had been lifted off his shoulders.
He is not in a hurry for the real thing, nor does he dare to urge it.
Just as his consciousness flashed out of space, purple light flickered deep in the copper-green of the cauldron, and wisps of purple light began to gather...
The big cauldron turned slowly, and its vicissitudes of life filled the entire space.
It seemed like the sound of golden swords and iron horses.
There were military songs, shouts, and countless people roaring...
Some figures were looming in the void, some of them were wearing armor, some were wearing official uniforms. These people were roaring at the sky, or wailing...
The big cauldron trembled a few times, the space shook, and everything disappeared.
It was like the projector was turned off.
They had just arrived at the Mohist base at this moment. Zhou Xia had learned about this matter yesterday and went out to greet them with a few managers.
"Why are there only so few people?" Cui Yuan said dissatisfiedly.
Wang Yiqi said: "Everyone has their own job. There is something to do here."
"Greetings, Your Majesty." Zhou Xia and others saluted.
Emperor Jiajing seemed to be thinking about something. "Zhou Xia, I remember it was..."
"I used to be a scholar in the Hanlin Academy." Zhou Xia smiled and inadvertently saw Xu Jie.
Xu Jie smiled implicitly.
Zhou Xia nodded.
It's as if all grudges are forgotten with a smile when we meet.
"At that time, many people said that Zhou Xia was crazy for resigning from his official position and becoming a manager outside the city. Do you regret it now?" Emperor Jiajing asked as he walked in.
Zhou Xia led the way and said with a smile: "My master once said that the rules of this world are set by people. What is success and what is failure are all determined by the predecessors. The later generations do not need to follow the predecessors. Just have a clear conscience."
"What a clear conscience."
Emperor Jiajing glanced at Jiang Qingzhi and saw that his cousin had a dazed look on his face, but there was joy in his eyes.
This idiot must have not slept well.
"Your Majesty, please."
Zhou Xia led everyone to a large courtyard. The so-called large courtyard was actually an area surrounded by a wall.
The door opens.
Zhou Xia went in first, followed by Emperor Jiajing and his ministers...
"Qingzhi, aren't you going in?" The old playboy asked when he saw Jiang Qingzhi leisurely lighting a cigarette outside.
"I'm tired of seeing that stuff." Jiang Qingzhi exhaled the smoke, very calmly.
"What a big tube!"
"Oh my God!"
"This... this is the big gun?"
"No!" Zhou Xia's voice came, "Your Majesty, everyone, this is a firearm recently made by the Mohist School. My master named it a cannon. In addition, this thing also has a bandit name."
"What? There's still a bandit number?"
"must have."
In the yard, more than a dozen cannons that roared outside the city yesterday were shining in the sun.
The God of War appeared before the Ming Dynasty's emperor and ministers for the first time.
"The roar yesterday came from this thing."
"What's the bandit's nickname?" Xu Jie asked.
Zhou Xia glanced at him.
"truth!"
Outside the door, Jiang Qingzhi looked into the distance through the smoke and whispered, "The truth is only within the range of the cannon!"
(End of this chapter)
