I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 283 Rebels must die!

Although Zhang Kejian and others belong to the second generation, they are not the kind of ignorant playboys.

Don't look at the group of them who were cowardly when facing Jin Yiwei, in fact, all of them have martial arts.

Born in a family like theirs, he has enjoyed the best family education since he was a child. Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, horseback riding and archery are all compulsory courses.

Although these guys are not as proficient as those outstanding talents, it is still no problem to deal with two or three ordinary people.

Coupled with the advantages of riding horses and adequate nutrition, these hungry or half-fed believers are no match for them.

Dozens of people and dozens of horses, with just one charge, the team of hundreds of believers was dispersed.

There were no less than five or sixty people lying on the ground next to the railway, holding their wounds and screaming miserably. There were even a dozen lying there without making a sound.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Kejian stretched out his hand to pull the war horse, looked at the terrified believers whose blood had receded and sneered.

"You rebellious, hurry up and surrender, or you will be killed!"

"That's right, surrender quickly, or I'll kill you all!"

The second generation who experienced the battlefield charge for the first time, not only were not frightened by death and blood, but excitedly waved the blood-stained weapons in their hands, eager to try and plan to charge again.

The man of the Han family has never been afraid of war.

The second generation trained as elites are ready to fight for the country from the moment they reach adulthood.

It's just that they are much better than them, and coupled with their parents' reluctance, they can only stay in the capital and wait to die, or go to the Yamen to find a job and spend their lives.

"Buddha mother, please do your best to kill all these lackeys who invited others!"

When Liu Jun saw his subordinates, there was already fear in his eyes. He looked at Tang Sai'er who had directed everyone to fight but did not make a move just now, hoping that the other party could really use mana as in the legend.

Tang Sai'er nodded expressionlessly, but felt a little embarrassed in her heart.

Although she declared that her magic power was boundless, she knew very well in her heart that she didn't know any magic at all, and it was all her own fooling people.

Now that something happened, if she didn't use spells, her prestige among believers would be greatly weakened, which would affect her dominance.

"Haha, this little girl can do spells, I'm so scared!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it doesn't mean that I haven't seen it yet, it turns out that she is a little girl, she can also spell, I don't know what kind of spell she knows, can she know spells on the bed!"

"Hahaha, you'll know if you try to catch her back."

"Come on, country women have very rough skin, I'm afraid I'll stab my hand!"

Hearing the cries of the gang of rebels, the second generations burst into laughter, whistled at Tang Sai'er, who was surrounded by the crowd, and began to tease.

Tang Sai'er blushed when she heard such filthy words, and wished to chop those cheap-mouthed guys into several pieces, but in the end, she still had the strength in her heart to forcefully hold her back.

"Bastards dare to humiliate the Buddha mother, kill them!"

Tang Sai'er held back, but Liu Jun, who was a follower, saw that the person in his heart was humiliated by the other party, and suddenly boiled with anger, brandished a hatchet and roared, leading others to rush up again.

Although the believers were a little scared, the leader gave the order and rushed out, so they could only bite the bullet and keep up.

"kill!"

Zhang Kejian, who was not in good shape on weekdays, saw the enemy charging up again, waved the pistol in his hand and shouted coldly.

"Kill the enemy!"

The second generations behind him withdrew the laughter on their faces, shouted in unison with serious expressions, brandished blood-stained swords, and charged up again on horseback.

The two sides collided again. The weapons made of fine iron in the hands of the second generation collided with the agricultural tools of the believers, making a ping-pong-pong sound.

From time to time, people on both sides who were cut by swords screamed and fell to the ground, trampled and wailed by horseshoes and feet.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three gunshots were fired in a row, rushing towards Zhang Kejian, knocking them down to the ground.

This gun was secretly given to him by his sister, and there were not many bullets, only about ten rounds. Zhang Kejian didn't dare to shoot randomly, for fear that if the ammunition ran out, he would lose his ability to fight.

Although he has also practiced martial arts, he is just playing tricks, not to mention comparing with real professional soldiers, he is far worse than these second generations.

In these two rounds of charging, he almost huddled in the crowd, relying on these friends to protect him.

"Don't worry about these salted fish, go catch that female leader."

Zhang Kejian, who was directing the battle under the protection of two friends, looked for the female leader with his eyes on the entire battlefield.

Although he doesn't know how to fight, he usually listens to a lot of dramas.

He still understands the tactics of shooting a man first and shooting a horse, and capturing the thief first.

Hearing Zhang Kejian's shout, the second generation roared, and the believers who got rid of the entanglement, led by the most powerful guy in the second generation, rushed to Tang Sai'er who was also in command of the battle on the periphery.

"I can't keep entangled like this anymore. The lackeys of the imperial court will definitely come to support. If you get entangled, it will be a big deal."

Tang Sai'er, who was commanding the battle outside, saw his disciples being smashed to pieces by dozens of fast horses, and saw that these court lackeys wanted to catch her, so he gritted his teeth and thought of retreating.

The matter has been revealed, and the encirclement and suppression by the imperial court will definitely follow. If you continue to entangle with these people, maybe a large number of imperial soldiers and horses will come over in a short while, and you will be unable to leave if you want to.

At the same time, she made a decision in her heart. She originally planned to start the uprising in February next year, but decided to officially start it in these two days.

"puff!"

Tang Sai'er rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth and broke the blood bag hidden in his mouth, spewing out a mouthful of blood.

"Mother Buddha, what's wrong with you!"

The few believers who were protecting Tang Sai'er saw Tang Sai'er, who was originally healthy, suddenly spurted blood, and they were already asking nervously.

Tang Sai'er waved his hand and said with a weak face.

"The demon is nearby. Just now, when my mother was preparing to use her skills to wipe out these demon's lackeys, she attacked me by surprise."

"Now my Buddha mother is seriously injured, so I am not the opponent of the demon, everyone retreats first, and after my Buddha mother recovers, I will set up an altar to fight him."

"What, that monster is around, and even attacked his parents!"

Several believers were furious when they heard this, and they were so angry that they wanted to find the demon to avenge their Buddha mother.

"You are not his opponents, don't risk your life, go!"

Seeing that he successfully fooled the believers, Tang Sai'er heaved a sigh of relief, pretended to care about the believers, and shouted for everyone to leave quickly.

Everyone at the scene was convinced, and hurriedly escorted Tang Sai'er away. At the same time, they did not forget to greet their partners who were fighting with Zhang Kejian and others to leave together.

"asshole!"

Seeing that the female leader was about to run away, Zhang Kejian cursed in a low voice, raised the gun in his hand, pointed at Tang Sai'er and the others who were about to run away, and shot out all the remaining ammunition in the gun.

I don't know whether Zhang Kejian was lucky or lucky. Of the three remaining bullets in the gun, two of them missed, and the last bullet hit Tang Saier's back.

With the help of several believers, Tang Sai'er left, groaned, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

This time it was really hurt.

"Mother Buddha!"

Liu Jun, who was also retreating, but kept staring at Tang Saier, saw that the person in his heart was injured, roared, blood rushed to his head, turned around desperately, went to Zhang Kejian who had hurt Tang Saier, and desperately up.

The traitors dispersed all at once, and the second generation didn't know who to chase first.

At this time, it was already dark, and there was dry grass all around. The female leader had already been led away and disappeared, and they couldn't catch up even if they wanted to.

Zhang Kejian, who was the temporary boss, wanted to give the order to chase after him, but he thought of the allusion of the poor gangster in the opera, and saw Liu Jun rushing towards him, imitating the appearance of the general in the opera and shouting loudly.

"Don't chase after the poor, catch that guy, he is a leader, don't kill him!"

A few minutes later, more than a dozen people, including Liu Jun, whose leg was broken, were surrounded by the horses of the second generation.

Zhang Kejian jumped off the horse with two people, reloading the pistol while walking.

Standing in front of Liu Jun who couldn't even stand still, Zhang Kejian raised his foot and kicked him under his hatred eyes.

"Oh!"

Liu Jun groaned and fell to the ground. Zhang Kejian stepped forward, put his foot on his head, and asked in a cold voice.

"Tell me where your base camp is, who is your leader? How many troops are there? Otherwise die!"

"Pooh!"

Liu Jun, whose head was trampled, turned his eyes upwards, stared at Zhang Kejian with hatred, spit in disdain, then laughed, closed his eyes and made a death-like gesture.

"Hehe, it's quite tough!"

Seeing this guy's swearing to death, Zhang Kejian sneered, and was about to continue kicking.

"Captain Zhang, the emperor's car is about to arrive. Where are you? Why don't you come to the platform and prepare to welcome the emperor!"

As soon as Zhang Kejian lifted his feet, the voice of the station master of Jinan Station rang from the walkie-talkie in his pocket hanging around his neck.

"Hahaha, Lao Liu, I have made a fortune. Just now, I led my brothers and defeated a group of rebels, and even captured a small leader."

Stationmaster Liu on the other side of the walkie-talkie froze in place when he heard this.

Rebel, Niangle, something serious has happened.

"Rebel, White Lotus Sect?"

Zhu Zhangui, who was patrolling on the train, was stunned for a long time when he heard the report from the stationmaster of Jinan Station.

He had heard of this sect more than once in his previous life, and he had always been a professional anti-thief in his cognition.

Of course, later generations have a tall name, Peasant Rebel Army.

Among them, what impressed him the most was the White Lotus Sect in Huang Feihong's movie.

From the point of view of ordinary people, who would rebel if it wasn’t that they couldn’t survive anymore? The White Lotus Sect can provide spiritual beliefs and help the common people eradicate their crimes. It is a very good force.

But from the perspective of the imperial court, this sect is a disaster.

Lao Zhu was also one of them back then, but it seemed to be called Mingjiao at that time.

At the beginning, Lao Zhu was also a fanatic among them. He believed in those gods and Buddhas, but as his status increased and he finally became the emperor, he no longer had the original feelings for this sect. Instead, he deeply hated it. , or deep fear.

After the founding of Daming, Lao Zhu directly classified this sect as a crooked sect.

Lao Zhu came out of it, and he has a deep understanding of this sect's ability to confuse and incite people's hearts.

If the person in charge is really dedicated to serving the common people, then it would be a very good organization.

But if it is mastered by someone with a heart, it will be a huge disaster, a disaster that will shake the foundation of the empire.

"As if I remembered it!"

Looking at the receding night scene outside the window, Zhu Zhangui frowned, recalling his memories.

In the history of Ming Dynasty that he knew, it seemed that there had indeed been such a sect rebelling in recent years, but this period of history was only briefly mentioned in the history of Ming Dynasty, and there were not many records.

Although it was just a passing paragraph, it was full of blood and killing.

Important officials in Shandong were replaced almost all over the place, and those who were replaced were either beheaded or exiled.

Liu Sheng, who went to suppress the thieves, was defeated in the battle. Although he won the battle later, he was sent to prison because of a mistake.

Liu Zhong, the commander of the capital, died in this battle and became the first senior general to be beheaded by peasant rebels in the Yongle Dynasty.

This incident made the old man who thought the world was safe and healthy under his management, severely humiliated.

It is said that Tang Sai'er, the leader of the uprising, disappeared without a trace after his failure, leaving the old man with nowhere to vent his anger.

Later, someone reported that Tang Sai'er shaved his hair and became a nun and hid in Taoist temples and temples.

The old man, who was full of anger in his heart, directly believed in the imperial decree of Guangfa, and arrested all the nuns and nuns in Shandong. The number of people is said to be tens of thousands.

Thinking about the history that he didn't remember much, Zhu Zhangui picked up the walkie-talkie, spoke to Jinan Station, and strode into the old man's carriage.

After a day and a half of driving, the enthusiasm and excitement of the people at the beginning has subsided, and the conversation is not as much as at the beginning, only a few chats occasionally.

At this time, the somewhat boring old man was playing chess with King Ning Zhu Quan.

But looking at his frowning and the triumphant look of King Ning opposite him, this game of chess may not be as easy as imagined.

"Little brat, you came just in time. Your seventeenth grandpa is a bit good at chess. Come and help me see how to break this game!"

The old man, who was worrying about the next move, saw Zhu Zhangui walking in, his eyes lit up and he waved his hand quickly, asking Zhu Zhangui to deal with the old trickster Ning Wang.

Zhu Zhangui stepped forward quickly, walked to the old man's side and did not look at the chessboard, but whispered in his ear.

"The traces of the White Lotus Sect were found at the railway security. Those guys were destroying the railway. The railway security fought with them, killed a group of rebels, and captured some."

"It's just that there are few people on the security side, and the bandits have already fled when they saw that they are invincible. It should also include the leader of the White Lotus Sect!"

The old man who had a smile on his face gradually disappeared after hearing what Zhu Zhangui said.

Several cabinet ministers and feudal lords who were playing chess, reading books, and eating snacks noticed something wrong with the old man's expression, and they knew in their hearts that something must have happened.

Zhu Zhangui, the grandson of the emperor, did not say clearly that it must be a major matter within the royal family, so he got up and left one after another.

The old man didn't respond to the departing person, holding a chess piece in his hand, lost in thought.

"Your great-grandfather once told us that the members of the White Lotus Sect may not be very good at fighting wars, but they definitely have a way of demagoguery."

"Ordinary people don't understand anything. Once they suffer and are wronged, they don't know where to go to appeal for grievances. They are easily bewitched by these people."

"Grandpa has been working hard to do what an emperor should do. Although I am not as great as your great grandfather, I also feel that I have done what an emperor should do."

Stretching out his hand to put the chess piece in a position, the old man sighed and looked a little lonely.

"Looks like I haven't done enough!"

Zhu Zhangui looked at the lonely old man, took down the flag in his hand, put it in the chess basket and comforted him.

"Grandpa, don't think so. In fact, you have surpassed most of the emperors. You have done well enough."

Looking at the dark night outside the window and listening to his grandson's comfort, the old man smiled.

"There is no such thing as a perfect emperor. No matter how good a person does, it is impossible to take care of all aspects."

"If we made a mistake, we can't avoid it. The people's rebellion must be because our court did not do well enough. We can't deny it. We must correct our mistakes."

Reaching out to pat Zhu Zhangui's hand, the old man said seriously: "Little boy, you have to remember that compared with the common people in the world, the face of the court and the emperor is nothing."

"As long as the people in the world live well, without grievances and disasters, it doesn't matter if the court and the emperor don't have any face at all."

After feeling a lot, the old man murmured.

"You are familiar with the land of Shandong, and the people there have a good impression of you, so I will leave this matter to you."

"I will give you the right to take full responsibility. All the soldiers and horses in Shandong will be dispatched by you, and all officials will obey your commands and orders."

Zhu Zhangui nodded without hesitation.

In fact, if the old man doesn't say anything, he is also going to handle this matter himself.

"What are you going to do when you get there?"

The old man who bowed his head and began to write the imperial decree asked Zhu Zhangui how he planned to develop it after arriving in Shandong.

Zhu Zhangui pondered for a while and replied.

"The rebellion of the local people is nothing more than two possibilities. The first is the local government, which is not benevolent and forces the people to rebel."

"Secondly, there are natural disasters and man-made disasters. The people have no food and clothing, so they can't survive, so they can only grit their teeth and fight hard."

The old man nodded slightly in approval.

When his father joined the Rebel Army to rebel, wasn't he just too hungry to survive?

If the family had had enough to eat and clothed, maybe the old Zhu's family would still be farming in their hometown now.

"At this time, people's hearts are most likely to fluctuate. The common people don't understand the laws of the country. They only want justice and food for survival."

"And the people are still very urgent. They can't wait. The court investigates and interrogates step by step, so they can only cut the mess quickly."

"The first step of my plan is to use the fastest speed, preferably within three days, to find out the cause of the incident. If the officials have problems, then arrest the officials, kill those who deserve to be killed, and punish those who deserve to be punished!"

"Moreover, it is a public trial model, allowing the common people to see and hear with their own eyes the fate of these officials and petty officials who bullied them, so as to alleviate their disappointment with the court and resentment towards the Yamen."

"Afterwards, I personally apologized and made compensations to those family members who were wronged, on behalf of the court and the royal family, and tried to appease the hearts of the people in Shandong as quickly as possible and restore order."

There was a smile on the corner of the old man's mouth. This kid had listened to what he said just now, and he was no longer as reckless as before. He knew that he should consider the court and the royal people.

"If it is a local food problem, I will organize the disaster victims from all over the place as soon as possible, and use the method of work-for-relief, so that the people can not only not think about anything while they are busy, but also let them have enough food."

"At the same time, arrest the leaders or important believers of the White Lotus Sect, and completely suppress the flames of rebellion."

The old man nodded in approval again, picked up the jade seal next to him, stamped it on the order written in his hand, and continued to ask while waiting for the ink to dry.

"If the rebellion starts before you arrive, what will you do!"

Zhu Zhangui was silent for a while, and there was a coldness between his brows.

"The rebels and ordinary people are treated differently. They are all adults who can think for themselves. Before doing something, they can distinguish the consequences in their hearts."

"Grandson has said more than once that when you come to this world as a human being, you have to admit that you have done something wrong. Even if the path you choose is wrong, you have to walk through it on your knees."

"Before the rebellion, the imperial court could treat the things they planned as if they didn't exist, and continue to treat them like ordinary people, but once the flag of rebellion is raised, it will be a rebellion."

"Facing the traitor, my grandson's idea is to kill without mercy."

"We want to draw a red line with this, and tell the people all over the world that when you are wronged, you have nothing to eat or drink. You can argue with the court or complain, but you must not rebel, and rebels will die!"

"The road is chosen by oneself. Since you choose to stand on the opposite side of the imperial court, you must be ready to accept the consequences of all failures."

Folded the written content and handed it to Zhu Zhangui, the old man looked at Zhu Zhangui and asked seriously.

"That's at least tens of thousands of people, and they are all from ordinary people. You are sure to kill them."

After receiving what the old man had written, Zhu Zhangui didn't read it, and put it in his arms directly.

"The psychology of the rebels is nothing more than two. First, to overthrow the imperial court and be the master of the country. However, since ancient times, how many people have succeeded in rebelling against the common people? Chen Sheng, Wu Guang, Zhang Jiao and others have all lost life and death. fate."

"The only great-grandfather who was born as a low-level commoner actually rose through the strength of my great-grandmother and adoptive father. Otherwise, no matter how talented my great-grandfather is, it would be impossible for my great-grandfather to have such great achievements."

"The second mentality is to make a fuss and force the court to submit. If those in power are soft-hearted or scrupled, they feel that the bottom-level rebels are ordinary people, so they choose to only get rid of the chief villain and let go of the subordinates. In the minds of those who have committed suicide, there is an idea that the law does not blame the public."

"In this way, in the future, when those who are willing to agitate again, or if they can't survive a little bit, they will join the rebel organization again to fight against the imperial court, and then force the imperial court to compromise again and choose to recruit them."

"After all, in this kind of thing, if you succeed and become a master, if you fail, as the bottom-level people, they will have a victim's attitude, so the court has no choice but to let them go."

"In this way, if you succeed and become a master, if you fail, as long as you don't die in the chaos of war, you can still save your life. If it were me, I would fight hard."

"Grandpa, human beings are a very cheap animal. Forbearance and tolerance do not necessarily bring gratitude. Only bloody death and killing can deter latecomers."

"If I choose to let go of those low-level rebels, there will be some twists and turns in the future, and more people will join them."

"In order for future generations not to worry about this matter, or to reduce some rebels, I can only draw a red line here cruelly."

"Let the people of the world, and every careerist have a clear understanding in their hearts. No matter what the reason or what happened, the rebels will die, and there is no discussion."

After hearing Zhu Zhangui's words, the old man looked deeply at his grandson.

"Have you ever thought that if you do this, you will bear countless names in the future, and future generations will give you the reputation of being a tyrant and a murderer."

"I even compare you to King Zhou of Shang, and become an example for future emperors to educate their descendants."

Zhu Zhangui smiled freely, looked at the old man and said seriously.

"Compassion does not control soldiers, benevolence does not control power. You will hand over the empire to your grandson in the future. As the helm of the future empire, grandson must consider the fate of the entire empire and future generations."

"The grandson doesn't know what the future generations will think of the decision made today, and the grandson doesn't care whether it is good or bad."

"The emperor is ruthless and sympathetic. Facing the people who have been wronged and suffered disasters, Sun Er will use all his strength to protect them."

"And tell them that my old Zhu family will always be the biggest backer of the people. As long as they believe in our old Zhu family, our old Zhu family will do our best to do what we should do."

"However, for those unstable factors, it will even expand the disaster and involve more innocent people. The grandson would rather bear the infamy of the world, but kill him in the cradle."

Seeing the serious-looking grandson who was willing to sacrifice everything for Daming's future, the old man stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms, and patted Zhu Zhangui's back lightly.

"Go son, grandpa is old, this world will be handed over to you sooner or later, as long as Daming is strong and the people have enough food and clothing, without being wronged and harassed by foreigners, do it according to your ideas."

Zhu Zhangui nodded, saluted the old man, turned and walked out of the carriage, ready to go down to Zhang Kejian.

Looking at the back of the person walking out the door, the old man sat on the chair and was in a daze silently.

"Father, have you seen that there is a unicorn born in our family, this little boy will definitely be a good emperor in the future, stronger than me or even older than you."

"Such a good boy, my son can't let him have such a bad reputation. My son's children and grandchildren are all good people, so they can't bear this bad reputation. My old man is a rebellious thief, and his reputation has already been bad. Let me bear this crime." !"

PS: I saw a brother's idea a few days ago, and I think it's very good, that is, to write a side story when the old man passed away.

And this episode is that the old man went to the underworld, showing off his achievements and his grandson to Lao Zhu and others.

Of course, I am not sure whether to write or not. Let's see if there is time.

　The recommended book is from a good friend of mine, and I have mentioned it to me since the day the book was opened. If you are interested, you can read it.

　　


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