I am the king of the dead

Chapter 693
Emperor Ming couldn't catch fish, and he even heard about Tuotuobuhua who was far away in Daningwei.

But the level of the Ming emperor's nest making has always been admirable.

As long as His Majesty doesn't go out to catch fish himself, but just makes nests, it's basically like pinching the snails with three fingers, and it's pretty sure.

Zhu Qiyu got on his horse, led a group of horsemen, and galloped towards the outside of the city of Songjiang Mansion. Dozens of horsemen followed behind His Majesty without raising the dragon flag.

Dozens of cavalry galloped majesticly, and the horses with four hooves were galloping in the endless cotton fields. The strong horseshoes stepped on the soil, leaving heavy footprints, and the clatter of hooves resounded through the earth.

Xiaoteng has such a thing, and thousands of miles can run rampant.

"Wow." Zhu Qiyu stopped his horse, looked at the small village in front of him, and finally came to the place he wanted to go.

A village under the jurisdiction of Gaochang Township, Shanghai County.

In the first year of Song Xiangxing and the 15th year of Yuan Zhiyuan, Kublai Khan, the ancestor of the Yuan Dynasty, talked with the prime minister Boyanzuo about the southern shipping, and ordered Luo Bi, Zhu Qing, and Zhang Xuan to set up a county in Shanghai and build sixty foreign ships. The remaining boats were transported by sea on trial, and [-] shi grains arrived in Beijing smoothly that year.

In the following year, Emperor Shizu of the Yuan Dynasty issued another decree to establish Shanghai County in the five townships of Gaochang, Changren, Beiting, Xinjiang, and Haiyu in the northeast of Huating County. Since then, more than 26 Households, specializing in grain and sea transportation.

In the next 46 years, more than 300 million grains of grain were transported from Shanghai to Beijing, almost including most of the grain in Jiangsu and part of Zhejiang.

Zhu Qiyu's goal is naturally a village under the jurisdiction of Gaochang Township, Shanghai County, called Haichao Village.

Zhu Qiyu got off his horse, and the Tiriders moved in unison. A total of twelve people were divided into four groups and headed towards the village.

They are going to clear the road to see if there is any danger.

Zhu Qiyu stood on the muddy road at the entrance of the village, looked at the village in front of him, and said, "This Haichao village is also called Yangjiacun, and they are all surnamed Yang. Tie, Yang Tong died at the age of three."

"Yang Tie has two older sisters, one is Yang Chun and the other is Yang Xia."

Chen Zongqing, Governor of Songjiang Prefecture, and Li Binyan, governor of Songjiang Prefecture, had faintly sensed that something was wrong. His Majesty suddenly came to the mortal world from the nine heavens.

Haichao Village faces south, and the roadside is full of farmland. Because it rained yesterday, the road is slightly muddy, and there are feces piled up on the side of the road, and there are bursts of stench from time to time. inside.

Most of the houses in the village are low walls made of adobe. If the roof has tiles and brick walls, then it is a wealthy house in the village.

"Did you see that the village is beating gongs and drums? This is Yang Tie preparing to get married." Zhu Qiyu watched the Tiqi come back, and then walked forward. They are big nobles of silk and satin. As soon as they entered the village, those children were frightened When they arrived, they ran quickly and hid under the low wall, watching the group of people curiously.

Zhu Qiyu stepped on the muddy road with one deep foot and one shallow foot, walking towards the village, and said as he walked: "This Haichao village and the other three villages over there, with nearly ten thousand mu of land, all belong to Mr. Yang in Gaochang. The village is all tenants of Master Yang."

"When Yang Tie was born, his mother fell ill and gave birth to six heirs. His vitality was damaged. This poor woman died before Yang Tie was full moon."

"Yang Tie, when he was two years old, suffered from four or six winds. He thought it was incurable, but he survived. When he was five years old, Yang Tie began to herd cattle and occasionally sheep for Mr. Yang."

"Master Yang is a very kind person. Seeing that Yang Tie lost his mother at a young age, he would often give Yang Tie some bran noodles. Bran, dross, is the peeled skin of grains. The poor eat dregs."

"This Yang Tie survived thanks to Master Yang's kindness."

Having said that, the corners of Chen Zongqing's mouth twitched, feeling that things were not that simple.

Zhu Qiyu was talking, and under the guidance of Tiqi, he found the courtyard with a red cloth hanging. Zhu Qiyu stopped, stood under the shade of the old locust tree, and sat on the stone nonchalantly.

From his place, you can completely see Yang Tie's house, three rooms, the courtyard wall is only half the height of a person, and half of the adobe courtyard wall has collapsed.

After Zhu Qiyu sat down, he continued: "When Yang Tie was seven years old, he began to work in the fields with his father. When he was 15 years old, he looked like he was 40 years old. His skin was cracked by the sun and his face was full of wrinkles. "

"Here, that's Yang Tie." Zhu Qiyu saw Yang Tie appearing in the courtyard, and said to the ministers.

A black and thin child, about five feet tall, appeared in everyone's eyes. There was fear in the child's eyes, because under the old locust tree, those silk and satin people who hugged each other were standing in front of them. looked at him.

This is a child, but the skin is tanned, and there are wrinkles on the face.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, the skin quality is at its best, but this child's skin is very much like the bark of the old locust tree behind him.

Zhu Qiyu continued calmly: "Yang Tie, like most rural children, reads books? What is a book? He can't even write his own name."

"Their family worked as cows and horses for Mr. Yang in Gaochang. The whole family worked three summers in summer and three nines in winter. They were busy from crowing to ghosts all year round."

"A family of six, Father Yang, Yang Jin, Yang Yin, Yang Tie, Yang Chun, and Yang Xia. There are only two pairs of trousers in total. The eldest and second sisters are still naked at home."

"There's an old saying, poor people make evil plans, and rich people make good consciences. Yang Chun and Yang Xia are naked, so they don't feel ashamed."

When talking about this, Zhu Qiyu's tone rose slightly, but he continued calmly: "All the cotton planted belongs to Mr. Yang in Gaochang. Mr. Yang sold the cotton, bought the grain and distributed it to the tenants. Six Divide three ounces into six stone grains, which is seven hundred catties."

"Half-year-old, eat me to death, what can I do with six stones of grain a year? This grain is not enough to eat."

"Every time Huang Qing doesn't pick up food, the whole family has to go hungry, so Yang Tie is so thin, what should I do if I don't want to starve to death, and ask the great benevolent Master Yang to borrow food."

"Master Yang saw that it was all for the face of the family, so he made a fortune and took out moldy old grains from the mountain of granaries. The fate of the family of six was barely saved."

"Yang Tie is hungry, scratching his heart and lungs, but he dare not say a word, because he is hungry. In their village, people starve to death every year."

Zhu Qiyu paused at this point, because Yang Tie was going to meet his relatives.

At this moment, Chen Zongqing, governor of Songjiang Prefecture, turned red like a piece of pig liver, and his hands were shaking violently.

One is anger, the other is self-hate, and the third is confusion.

Chen Zongqing is already a rare true Qingliu in the Ming Dynasty. He is neither corrupt nor corrupt, and works diligently. Find.

Chen Zongqing deserves the reputation of Chen Qingtian.

But even so, this world is still dripping with blood, right here in Songjiang Mansion.

Chen Zongqing felt powerless for a while.

The wind blows the leaves of the old pagoda tree, rustling.

Holding the whip in his hand, Zhu Qiyu continued with some turmoil and faint anger in his tone: "When Yang Tie was 13 years old, Father Yang died. He fell down while working in the field. And never got up again."

"Big brother Yang Jin went to Mr. Yang's house to borrow money, and wanted to bury his father, so that he could rest in peace."

"Either you say that the big landlord in Gaochang, Mr. Yang, is a great kind person, or you say that the poor make evil plans, and the rich make conscience."

"This money, Dashan Yang, really borrowed it. Dashan doesn't want to see such a scene of suffering."

"It's just that Yangjin can't afford it."

"Since Yang Jin's grandfather's generation, Yang Tie and his family have been owing money to Mr. Yang's family intermittently. The debt is not dead, and the debt is repaid by the father."

"It's only right and proper to pay off debts."

"Yang Jin and Yang Yin were sold to an unknown workshop as body laborers, and Yang Chun and Yang Xia were sold to the old courtyard of Songjiang Mansion as prostitutes."

"A family of six, Yang Tie is the only one left."

"Yang Tie never saw his two brothers and two sisters again."

Chen Zongqing couldn't hold back at first, stood up abruptly, and said angrily: "Ah! How unreasonable, how unreasonable! It's just, how unreasonable!"

As a serious Jinshi, Chen Zongqing even had tears in his eyes at this moment.

He was at a loss for words, he didn't know what words to use to vent his emotions, he just felt like he was being ignited by anger.

He was called Lord Qingtian by the people of Songjiang Mansion all day long. He was diligent and conscientious, so he naturally took up this title. When he received the Wanmin Umbrella, although he seemed calm, he was also happy.

But at this moment, he can only become angry from embarrassment!
What a master Qingtian!What Manmin Umbrella!What parent officer!

It's all bullshit!

Zhu Qiyu stretched out his hand to signal Chen Zongqing to sit down, tightly held the whip in his hand, stared at Yang Tie's extremely dilapidated adobe house, and continued: "Yang Tie is fifteen, it's time to marry a wife, Yang Tie's father is gone, brother , My sister was also sold."

"Yang Tie went to Mr. Yang's house to borrow money, and Mr. Yang borrowed money again."

"Why don't you say that Mr. Yang is a good man? No, Yang Tie is going to get married today."

Yang Tie's dark face appeared at the entrance of the village, and he went to the neighboring village to meet the bride. Naturally, it was only a few steps away. The girl was wearing faded but unpatched clothes and a red hijab.

Yang Tie was obviously very excited, and there was a trace of blush on his face.

Zhu Qiyu looked at the bustle at the entrance of the village and said: "Yang Tie was able to get married because he was in the same family as Mr. Yang's family in Gaochang, and Mr. Yang was willing to borrow money."

"This marriage requires about 22 silver coins for three matchmakers and six hires. Yang Tie is a farmer. How can he get so much money?"

"Why don't you say that Mr. Yang is a kind person?"

Three generations are poor, because there is no fourth generation at all.

Chen Zongqing clenched his fists tightly, his whole body was shaking, he was going crazy.

At this time, a group of people wearing cotton shorts appeared at the head of the village. Four strong men carried a bamboo sedan chair, on which was a shriveled young man.

Zhu Qiyu wanted to come to Haichao Village, so he knew it clearly. Of course, only Yang Dashan's son could put on such a show in the countryside.

He looked at the shriveled figure and said, "That's Yang Dashan's son, Yang Xiaoshan."

"This little good man has been infected with the Three Treasures of Fulu, the Three Treasures of Fulu, enjoy it, and the blessings will continue, so he has become this kind of person who is neither human nor ghost."

Yang Tie didn't seem to have expected Yang Xiaoshan to come, so he rushed to meet him, and even helped Yang Xiaoshan out of the sedan chair.

Yang Tie's face was full of red at this time, as if Yang Xiaoshan came to his wedding, it was a big face.

The banquet has begun.

Yang Xiaoshan's eyes were not very good, he squinted at the people under the old locust tree, and seeing the clothes of the people, he knew that he was someone he couldn't afford to offend, so he didn't provoke them. Amidst compliments, Yang Xiaoshan The good man entered the table.

Yang Tie had already spent all the money after giving the betrothal gift, and set up three tables of banquets with simple tea and light meals, but Yang Tie was obviously very happy, drinking the lees, his face was full of joy.

This Yang Xiaoshan obviously didn't care about the banquet, nor did he eat the banquet, his eyes kept looking into the house, not long after, the neighbors in the neighborhood dispersed, and it was time to enter the bridal chamber.

Yang Xiaoshan's face was extremely excited, and he rushed into the new house with four burly bearers, Yang Tie also hurried in.

"It's a new house." Yang Xiaoshan ran into the main room like a duck, holding up his trouser legs and bending over.

Zhu Qiyu stood up and walked towards the courtyard. Before he got close, he heard bursts of unbearable noises.

Zhu Qiyu stood still, and Lu Zhong kicked the door open.

Yang Tie was pressed to the ground by two burly bearers, his face was covered with dirt, and his face looked quite confused.

The bride was pinned on the bed by two porters, Yang Xiaoshan was undressing, his face was full of excitement!
Thinking about it, how can the actors in those brothels be as fun as this good family?
"Damn, who are you!" Yang Xiaoshan obviously didn't expect that a group of people sitting under the old locust tree to enjoy the shade would suddenly barge in.

The bride's washed and faded clothes were stripped, leaving only the inner garment.

The bride was crying on the bed, and her mouth was gagged, and the groom, Yang Tie, was pinned to the ground, feeling insensitive and desolate.

Zhu Qiyu saw it, he saw the monstrous anger hidden under Yang Tie's numb eyes!

This is the fire!
"Lu Zhong, control them." Zhu Qiyu ignored Yang Xiaoshan's clamor, but gave an order to Lu Zhong.

Chen Zongqing was actually the first person to rush out, a Qingtian elder from Songjiang Mansion wearing a long gown who had no strength to restrain a chicken, just rushed over and punched Yang Xiaoshan directly in the face.

Fearing that Chen Zongqing would be injured, Ti Qi hurriedly rushed forward, pinned Yang Xiaoshan and the four bearers to the ground, and tied them up.

The riding and binding technique is fast and tight.

The bride quickly got into the quilt and covered her body, but Yang Tie was still lying on the ground, motionless.

Zhu Qiyu stepped forward, Xing'an wanted to stop him, but his majesty was going, Xing'an couldn't stop him, so he had to follow step by step.

"Did you not expect that?" Zhu Qiyu squatted down, looked into Yang Tie's eyes, and asked very seriously.

Yang Tie's tears flowed down, and he said with tight lips, "Yes."

Zhu Qiyu said abruptly: "20 years ago, your mother was so humiliated by Mr. Yang Dashan."

"Ah!" Yang Tie stood up suddenly, the fire in his heart was finally completely drawn out!

Zhu Qiyu stood up, pulled Yang Tie up, and asked sharply: "Your new wife was almost humiliated by him, are you angry?"

Yang Tie shouted loudly: "Get angry!"

"Do you want to kill him! This bastard!"

"Think!" Yang Tie's eyes were already bloodshot, his breath was turbid like a heat wave, and his shoulders shrugged, obviously on the verge of eruption.

"Then kill him! Lu Zhong, give me an Xiuchun knife!" Zhu Qiyu stretched out his hand to Lu Zhong, but his tone was extremely peaceful.

Yang Tie's eyes were red, and when his anger reached the limit, he lost his voice slightly, his lips were trembling, and his speech was a little awkward, and he said intermittently: "I can't kill him, I can't, I will pay for my life. When my brother leaves, tell me, I am the only seedling in our family, and I cannot kill him."

Zhu Qiyu stuffed the embroidered spring knife with three feet two inches, eight inches wide, three catties and six taels, ebony wood inlaid with brass, six-sided forged pattern steel, and a large blood groove into Yang Tie's hand and said solemnly : "I am the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, I order you to kill this bastard! I pardon you for your innocence!"

"Really?" Yang Tie held the handle of the knife, still hesitating.

Zhu Qiyu patted Yang Tie on the shoulder and said: "Think about your father, think about your mother, think about your brothers and sisters, think about your daughter-in-law, go."

"kill him!"

"The knife is a bit fast, be careful, don't hurt yourself."

Lu Zhong was fully focused, once this Yang Tie dared to attack His Majesty, he would immediately block the sword for His Majesty.

Yang Tie had no reason to assassinate the emperor, he was completely ignited by anger at this time, and only Yang Xiaoshan was in his eyes!
Yang Tie can't kill, but it doesn't matter, the knife is fast.

His first slash didn't hit Yang Xiaoshan's vitals, it cut from his shoulder to his waist, creating a huge wound, bleeding profusely.

"Ah! Are you crazy! My father is Yang... ah!" Yang Xiaoshan didn't call out his father's name, because the second knife had already been cut on his body, bleeding profusely, and Yang Xiaoshan wailed in pain endlessly.

Tiqi likes to gag people's mouths with socks, but this time he didn't.

Obviously, most of Ti Qi are ordinary people like Zhu Qiyu, and they like to watch Yang Xiaoshan howl.

Killing people is a very troublesome thing. Yang Tie hacked more than ten knives before completely hacking Yang Xiaoshan to death.

Yang Tie was a little out of strength, panting and knelt on the ground, still tightly holding the knife in his hand.

Lu Zhong pushed Yang Tie's finger away little by little, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, it's over, no one will trouble you, don't worry, don't worry, it's really His Majesty, let go, and give me the knife."

"Good boy, you did a good job, give me the knife, very good."

Lu Zhong's Xiuchun knife did not draw back its sheath, but slashed at Yang Xiaoshan's neck. Lu Zhong's knife was more accurate than Yang Tie's more than a dozen knives, and directly chopped off Yang Xiaoshan's head.

The dead can't die anymore.

"Your Majesty, the culprit has been executed." Lu Zhong confirmed that the culprit was dead and returned to his sheath.

Ti Qi has always been like this, the person His Majesty wants to kill, even if the person is dead, beheaded.

His Majesty said that if Yang Xiaoshan wants to die, he must die thoroughly.

"Let's search the house with sentry arrows." Zhu Qiyu calmly gave the order.

The house of Mr. Yang Dashan in Gaochang is naturally to be copied.

Zhu Qiyu said to Yang Tie who was still kneeling in a pool of blood, unable to recover from his senses: "Yang Tie, your sister Yang Xia is now in the Weaving Bureau of Songjiang Mansion. She will come back to see you someday."

"Okay, get up quickly, pack up quickly on this happy day."

Zhu Qiyu led everyone out of the main room and out of the dilapidated courtyard.

Zhu Qiyu looked at the endless cotton fields, and said with emotion: "Wang Fu is right, what is ZTE? It is to make a fuss about the land, equalize it, let the common people have their fields, that is ZTE."

　No way, no way, no one really believes that the Great Emperor thinks that Yang Dashan and Yang Xiaoshan have conscience.Ask for a monthly ticket, woohoo! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)