Villager of Daming

Chapter 1199 Private Chat with Lei Ming and Robben

The barbecue in the tent was still filled with smoke, and a drizzle of rain began to fall outside.

"This will make the search more difficult! According to what you said, what if one of those people leaked the information?"

The head of the village walked to the door, looked outside, then turned back and came in, frowning slightly.

Zhu Wentian's idea was to find all the prisoners to be released one by one, explain to them, and ask them to control what they said so as not to let their leaders think that they would disrupt the morale of the army.

In this way, they will have a chance to survive, and when talking to the leader, don't speak so highly of the Ming Dynasty.

"Whoever tells the truth will die. It's better if it rains heavily. Our searchers are on the periphery, and they are inside.

They were worried and frightened, and the people in the team had no fighting spirit after being broken up.

This is not about defending the country, nor is it about national justice. They basically threw away everything they should have thrown away, including weapons.

The night after a rain is not so comfortable, it is damp and cold, and it becomes stuffy and hot when the day breaks.

They had not had a good rest to begin with, and while our team was searching during the day, they had to continue running for their lives.

Those with weak wills may go crazy or even commit suicide, but more people will choose to surrender.

When our people are searching, they will shout that if you surrender you will not be killed and your wounds will be treated.

Our people can be replaced at any time, so that those who work hard can take turns to rest. How would they know where we have found it?"

Zhu Wentian didn't care about the leak.
Among the group of people who were released, if someone insisted on telling the truth, whoever told the truth would be punished, and the leader of the Northern Yuan Dynasty would not let that person go just because he told the truth.

As for those who did not tell the truth, since there were so many of them, the leader would probably warn them.

When they are released, they will go back together. A large group of people, will they all be killed? They all have families. The captives without families will not be released and will go mining.

After Zhu Wentian finished speaking, he chewed the skewers of meat in big mouthfuls and swallowed the meat with a movement of his throat.

"I hope our people don't die. We have to be careful, careful, and careful. We have already won. If we...sigh..."

The head of the village began to worry about the safety of his people again, and looked like he was troubled by everything.

Zhu Wentian: "..."

"How about you go over there and keep an eye on it yourself? I'm a little worried too."

"No, I'm old and weak. Whoever wants to go can go. It's a pity that the enemy we encountered was too small, only 6,000 people. If there were 60,000, we would surround them and kill a few more. It would be fine!"
Maybe I made a wrong judgment. If I had sent out the palace guards directly and shot some of them to death, I think they would have surrendered.

That would save us the trouble now. They have many things scattered everywhere, and it is inconvenient to collect them.”

The head of the village shook his head vigorously and firmly refused to go over. It was too tiring!

He used the results to reverse his previous strategy and believed that there could be better options.

Zhu Wentian handed him a bunch of roasted wild vegetables with a lot of sauce on it: "Are we going to let them go back? They have only felt our strength, but have not suffered too much!
Only after the injured have been healed can they truly fear the Ming Dynasty.

It would be good to have a fight. The team hasn't experienced war for a long time, so it's time to relive it.

This rain... it would be best if it was heavier, like thunder and lightning, that would be best, close by."

"You said there would be thunder, and it will? Last time you said it would stop raining, it really stopped. If you are right again, wouldn't it be..."

"Crack~~" "Boom..."

The village head was just joking, but before he could finish his words, a flash of lightning shone through the plastic window of the tent, followed by thunder... "Snap!" The chopsticks in the village head's hand fell onto the table.

Zhu Wentian: "..."

"What is the village chief afraid of? I'm not going to discuss heroes with you over a glass of wine."

"No need to discuss, as long as you are. Oh! What is Luo Guanzhong writing now?"

The head of the village laughed. He knew where the story of discussing heroes over wine with plum blossoms came from. It was a novel written by Luo Guanzhong. There was no thundering scene in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Luo Guanzhong was arranged by Xiaqiu Village to work in the Danqing Library, where he wrote novels all day long. He did not ask for any royalties as long as he could publish his books.

Many people beg and plead for someone to print their books, and some even publish the books at their own expense.

But Zhu Wentian didn't want to take advantage of them, at least he had to give them some living expenses! Otherwise, they would all be poor and destitute, like Cao Xueqin, who had to eat porridge and drink wine on credit, and still write a shitty novel?
The people of the Ming Dynasty are working hard to learn to read and write! People are willing to read novels in newspapers, and then put life tips, the situation of the court, the customs and habits of other places, and... advertisements!
While earning advertising fees, they also control the discourse power of the Ming Dynasty and serve politics.

At the same time, it will also help improve the quality of the people in the Ming Dynasty. When adults are free from illiteracy, they can help tutor their children when they study again.

This kind of foundation is the most powerful, and whoever possesses it first will lead the world.

People can write down their good ideas or even draw pictures, and many experiences can be spread in the form of text.

Luo Guanzhong was the luckiest one because Zhu Wentian remembered him and found him.

Zhu Wentian doesn't need to worry about other people. He just needs to take good care of Luo Guanzhong and spread the news to other places. People with the same aspirations will come to Nanjing.

Nanjing provided them with free food, accommodation, and writing tools, and gave them some writing fees, and they were content.

"Writing Water Margin, right? Anyway, he has a lot of ideas, and he is writing several novels at the same time. The storytellers in Yingtian Prefecture and the surrounding prefectures are probably all talking about it.

It’s just that fewer books are sold, people still don’t have money, and intellectuals make up a small proportion of the total population.

Some literati, although they were said to be from poor families, were not even from poor families. In order to survive, they had to give people names and write Spring Festival couplets.

If going to school cannot improve the quality of life, who would be willing to study?
Wait until we get back to ask about the situation. The telegrams are always unclear. We still have time. Let's have a drink!"

Zhu Wentian had no idea what Luo Guanzhong was writing at the moment. In history, Luo Guanzhong ran around everywhere and finally ran out of money, otherwise he would not have been able to publish his novels.

Booksellers felt that his novels had no commercial value, especially some of the content in them was not suitable for the current political environment.

Now he is not short of money. After other people learned about his situation, they rushed to Yingtian Prefecture and lived in Danqing Library.

As for how many people write novels and storybooks, Xiaqiu Village will occasionally record it, but it doesn’t care. In the end, they will select them and then consider whether to print them.

Zhu Wentian was able to memorize all the famous novels, but he didn't want to waste that time. Writing was very tiring, and he might as well tinker with something in the laboratory.

The head of the village listened to Hanhan's words and took a sip of wine from time to time: "Newspapers are losing money now, the market is difficult, and there is no timeliness. If you read it elsewhere, it is all outdated."

The head of the village was talking about the content about the court in the newspaper. Zhu Yuanzhang agreed to publish some things that were not very confidential so that the people could know.

"It's outdated now, but it will be good in the future. The telegram must play its role and send out the important content. The rest should be arranged according to the arrangements prepared in advance."

Zhu Wentian is not in a hurry about this and wants to take it slow.

The real role of the telegraph is not only in sending such messages, but also in controlling prices.

(End of this chapter)