Chapter 918 Sniper Him
early morning.
Jiang Qingzhi was awakened by the singing of birds.
He opened his eyes and heard a cat meowing on the roof.
Soon, the ethereal bird song came to an abrupt end.
"The early bird gets the worm!" Jiang Qingzhi felt that Duoduo had a talent for both slicing the piano and cooking the crane.
I could hear my wife's gentle breathing and her skin felt warm to my ears. But when I fell asleep last night, my wife's body was a little cold.
Why is a woman's body cold?
This question made Jiang Qingzhi think for a moment, and then he was attracted by the tranquility.
There was silence all around, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
The wind also stopped.
The whole world seemed to stop turning and turned into a black hole.
Only Jiang Qing was left.
His breathing was long and subtle.
There is no thought in my mind.
The experiences of the past few years flashed through my mind like a movie...
Traveling through time, being exiled, suppressing the Japanese, entering the capital, Daoye, countless enemies...
who am I?
A thought arises.
My name is Jiang Qingzhi.
No, I am not Jiang Qingzhi.
This Jiang Qingzhi was from the Ming Dynasty.
I am Jiang Qingzhi.
The body is just a vehicle for the soul, and the soul is me.
Why am I here?
Save the Ming Dynasty.
Otherwise die.
Am I afraid of death?
Not afraid.
What I fear is separation from my wife and children.
So, why should we save the Ming Dynasty?
In order to... retain those familiar faces.
To experience this journey of a lifetime.
The purpose is to protect our children and grandchildren from being slaughtered by foreign races and not have to carry a pig's tail behind their heads.
Where will I go?
Will I regret it before I die?
I won't regret it!
Where will I go...
Jiang Qingzhi opened his eyes, not knowing where he was going.
Where does the soul go?
Uncle Ding!
He asked silently.
The large tripod in my mind was slowly turning, and purple light was flowing in the deep copper green.
"When I die, will I return to that era, or..."
Jiang Qingzhi didn't expect to get a reply.
The big cauldron suddenly shook with a buzzing sound.
Jiang Qingzhi was stunned. "What does this mean?"
"Buzz!"
"Is this the language of Ding?"
Jiang Qingzhi couldn't help but laugh.
"Never mind. It's pointless to ask you this question."
Jiang Qingzhi sat up slowly and counted in a low voice, "One, two, three..."
Wow!
The kid next door started crying.
“It’s more accurate than an alarm clock!”
Jiang Qingzhi dressed, got out of bed, opened and closed the door in one go.
The wet nurse next door also opened and closed the door in one go.
"Give me the child."
Jiang Qingzhi took the child and said with a smile: "My dear, today I will tell you a little story. It is about a guy named Shen An who went to the Song Dynasty to make trouble. His name is... A Real Man of the Northern Song Dynasty."
"...Shen An carried his sister into the tavern. The brother and sister were young and looked exhausted. As soon as they entered the tavern, there was silence. The drinkers stared at them for a moment, and then the noise started again..."
It was almost the end of the year, and the food at the Bo's house had obviously improved a lot, with more fried meatballs, braised pork and other delicacies.
Preserved pork with preserved vegetables is Jiang Qingzhi's favorite. At first, he could only eat a few slices, and he couldn't digest more. Now that his spleen and stomach have gradually recovered, he can eat half a bowl in one meal.
The chopstick tip picks up a piece of braised pork, and the meat melts in your mouth, with a sweet and salty taste, mainly salty. The best pork belly is fragrant, but a little greasy, and the pickled mustard greens just neutralize the greasiness.
Jiang Qingzhi doesn't like sweets very much, except for soy milk and braised pork with pork belly.
As soon as the braised pork melts, you have to eat some steamed buns.
The aroma of wheat and meat blends together, and the melted braised pork becomes gravy, which blends into the steamed buns through chewing...
Swallow it, the gravy lubricates you all the way...
Jiang Qingzhi sighed, "Beautiful!"
Seeing how relishing he was eating, Li Tian also ate a piece, but unfortunately it was only one piece.
"Just eat." Jiang Qingzhi said, "It's not like you can eat meat and fish every day, so it's okay to indulge yourself occasionally."
Li Tian touched her belly and said with a worried look, "My mother came the day before yesterday and said that I gained at least 6 or 7 kilograms after giving birth, and my belly is bulging."
"As for losing weight! You can actually eat anything, but you just need to eat less of everything. Also, indulge yourself every few days. This is the long-term solution."
"Really?"
"real."
Li Tian hesitated for a moment, "Then... let's do it today!"
Seeing his wife eat most of the bowl of braised pork, Jiang Qingzhi complained: Actually, you just need an excuse. As for losing weight... Someone in the backyard quietly reported that Huang Yaner would go to the kitchen when she had nothing to do recently, and she would always go back with food.
Jiang Qingzhi smiled, knowing that it was his wife's work.
It's not a bad thing to deceive yourself.
When you are under a long-term high pressure, you might as well indulge yourself and put aside all the things at hand. Don't worry about the consequences, the earth will still turn without you.
Jiang Qingzhi was in this state of mind at the moment. After breakfast, he stroked the cat leisurely and then read a military book in the study for a while.
"Uncle!"
Mo Zhan came in, "Someone came from Zhilu and said they need your help, Master."
Jiang Qingzhi said calmly: "Tell him that if it's urgent, tell him. If it's not urgent, then wait."
"Yes."
Mo Zhan went to the front yard and conveyed Jiang Qingzhi's words.
The person who came was an attendant of Yan Shifan. Hearing this, he said, "The Prime Minister said there is something urgent."
"My uncle said, if it's urgent, just tell me." Mo Zhan said coldly.
"This is a confidential matter..."
"Let someone who can keep secrets come here."
Xu Wei followed his boss and was lazy today and did not go to Zhilu. "What secret is so important? Also, tell Yuanfu that the Earl has his own business."
——Jiang Qingzhi is not your subordinate, Yan Song. Are you qualified to order him around...?
Xu Wei's arrogance angered the visitor, and he said, "Whose fault is it for delaying things? Chang Wei's? If that's the case, I have nothing to say, and I will go back and report!"
Xu Wei chuckled, a smile that looked like he was asking for a beating, and then he opened the folding fan in his hand and fanned it a few times, "My Lord has the habit of discussing matters at home, so let the Prime Minister come to Xin'an Lane!"
What the hell!
These words were so domineering that even Mo Zhan looked at him sideways.
The attendant blushed, Xu Wei said: "Lord, you are in charge of the new policy, and you are one of the three assistants. However, you are in charge of the new policy first."
He was in charge of the new policies and was on par with Yan Song.
So, if you have something to say, either tell me or do it yourself.
The attendant pointed at Xu Wei and said, "Just wait!"
"Get out!" Xu Wei hated being pointed at the most.
After the entourage left, Mo Zhan asked, "If it involves the new policy..."
"Duke Cheng is in Zhilu."
Xu Wei sneered, "If you have something to say, just say it. Why do you do something weird? You want people to see that Master Bo is ordered around by Yan Song and his son. Ridiculous."
Mo Zhan thought about it and said, "Yes, if there is an emergency, Duke Cheng will not sit idly by."
"Uncle Zhang is here." Hu Zongxian came and yawned, and it was obvious that he didn't sleep well.
"I'm a man of cunning foresight. I knew at a glance that you were a thief last night." Xu Wei said with a smile.
Hu Zongxian asked: "You couldn't sleep well last night?"
Xu Wei sighed: "When the arrow is on the string and has to be shot, how can I sleep?"
But Jiang Qingzhi slept very well.
"Qingzhi!"
Xia Yan is here.
"Mr. Xia, please sit down."
Jiang Qingzhi let go of his hand, and with a meow, Duoduo jumped to the ground and stretched his body.
Xia Yan sat down and stretched out his hand to Duoduo with a smile. Duoduo turned his head away with disdain and left.
"Hu Zongxian said something last night."
Xia Yan yawned, "Using the excuse of Altan's internal strife, the army will march out of the border. Defeat Altan's troops in one fell swoop and completely eliminate the threat from the north!"
"What happened next?" Jiang Qingzhi smiled. To be honest, his grasp of the use of troops and the overall situation at this moment was second to none in the Ming Dynasty.
"Then the army will return triumphantly, with the capital guards as the main force and the border troops as the auxiliary." Xia Yan's eyes were bright, "and then a new policy will be implemented."
"If you don't obey, suppress them!"
"Yes. Hu Zongxian's policy is quite radical, but I agree with one thing: the thousand-year-old Confucianists are a behemoth! Without extraordinary measures, they cannot be driven out of office."
"I've thought of that, too."
Jiang Qingzhi also thought about using suppression, so he started by rebuilding the Beijing Guards.
"But once this precedent was set, Lord Xia, there were constant party struggles in every dynasty, but they never resorted to force. When the army became a tool for civil war, Lord Xia, the instigator..."
"That's what I'm afraid of." Xia Yan sighed, "Once there's a precedent, future emperors will follow suit. Once their intentions are thwarted, they will send out the army. In this way, there will be no peace in the country."
Jiang Qingzhi thought of the Koreans in later generations. Every leader of the Koreans did not have a good ending. They were either assassinated, impeached and stepped down, and thrown into prison... People called it the Taiwan curse.
Once many things have precedents, they become routine.
"But where will the money come from?" Xia Yan said, "You want to open the sea to give those who hate you an outlet, but without money and food, how can you build a fleet?"
……
"Jiang Qingzhi wants to lift the maritime ban?"
Xu Jie was a little surprised when he heard the news, but he smiled immediately, "Yes, once the maritime ban is lifted, those people will flock to it. Who doesn't want to make money? Those people are obsessed with the land, and using this method to eliminate their hatred and obsession is really amazing.
However, the fleet that Eunuch Sanbao used to sail to the West was huge and cost a lot. The Ministry of Revenue is in a difficult position now, and Lu Song is also..."
The visitor smiled and said, "Someone warned Lu Song yesterday that Jiang Qingzhi must not be allowed to succeed in this matter."
"There's no need to threaten me like that." Xu Jie shook his head, somewhat dissatisfied. "The Ministry of Revenue has a lot of holes this year, and Lu Song has already started to embezzle next year's expenses. He can't afford the money and food for building the fleet."
"Yes. But Lord, Jiang Qingzhi doesn't seem to be in a hurry."
"Are you anxious because you look anxious? If that were the case, why would His Majesty entrust you with such an important task?" Xu Jie said calmly.
"I'm afraid the issue of lifting the maritime ban will be raised soon. What should we do?"
"First, after the ban on sea trade was lifted, Japanese pirates were rampant, and the south became corrupt again. Who will be held responsible?" Xu Jie said slowly: "Second, after the sea trade was opened, who will supervise? Who will protect those caravans?"
The visitor nodded. "Once the south is corrupt, tax revenue will inevitably be affected. The number of refugees will increase day by day, which will add a lot of trouble. A strong navy is needed to escort the fleet, and money and food are indispensable for building warships... It seems that the elder did not mention money and food in his words, but money and food are everywhere."
Xu Jie lowered his eyes and thought about what Lu Bing said yesterday.
——Lifting the maritime ban is imperative!
He spoke softly in Huating accent, "Then, stop him!"
(End of this chapter)
