Zhu Yuanzhang can see my dreams

Chapter 152 152 Brothers, I love to eat soft food.

Wang Buli's words dealt a critical blow to Lan Yu, who was stunned by what he said.

His hands holding the vegetables remained motionless, and his eyes couldn't stop looking at Wang Buli.

There is only one sentence in Lan Yu's mind, that is, reading well is not as good as looking good (consort), and looking good is not as good as being born well.

Although Wang Buli was not as good as the emperor's son, he became the emperor's son-in-law.

In one fell swoop, I received blessings that others could not achieve even after a lifetime of hard work.

The key point is that what Wang Buli said is damn right, where can I go to explain it to you!

Lan Yu put down the chopsticks in her hands and seriously advised:

"Wang Buli, there are no outsiders here. Why are you, such a capable person, willing to eat soft food and not be able to prove yourself like a man?"

"Lan Qianshi, I love to eat soft rice!"

Lan Yu opened her mouth wide.

Don't know what to say.

Because he felt that at Wang Buli's age, he was very ambitious and wanted to conquer the world and do something big.

Tell them to take a good look at that year when I was eighteen, I stood like a slave, but in a few years you all have to look up to me!

Wang Buli kept holding the chopsticks in his hand:

"Lan Qianshi, I'm not a hard worker, why do I have to prove myself?

It's not necessary. I have no interest in sealing the wolf to live in Xu or constricting Shi Yanshan. "

A look of disbelief appeared on Lan Yu's more handsome face.

Why would someone waste their talent so much?

In his opinion, Wang Buli had good skills and a good mind, so he should show off his ambitions. Becoming the emperor's son-in-law was just a ladder.

Just like Lan Yu, he became Chang Yuchun's brother-in-law, but in the army, he had to prove that he did not rely on connections to get to the top.

Wang Buli was not interested in riding a horse and charging. He wanted to go sailing on a large scale, but it was too dangerous. It was good to go sailing nearby.

But for now, Lao Zhu will not do this. He will also turn Japan into a country without conquest.

Lan Yu put down the chopsticks in her hands, stood up from the dining table, walked around Wang Buli twice, and said without giving up:

"Is this really what you really think?"

"Yes, I don't have any great ambitions. I am very satisfied when I become a minor official. Now that I am the emperor's son-in-law, what else am I dissatisfied with?"

Of course Wang Buli knew that Lan Yu was a hard worker, and they had different ideas.

"How can so many good things in the world always happen around you?" Wang Buli put down the chopsticks in his hands:

“Now my parents are alive, my siblings are healthy, and my career is considered successful.

After a while, a beautiful daughter-in-law will marry into the house. What else do you think I am dissatisfied with? "

Lan Yu listened to Wang Buli's words and sat on the chair dejectedly.

This is true.

What people pursue is different.

What we want is to trample the royal court and destroy Bei Yuan.

Wang Buli wanted to live his own life happily.

Everyone has their own pursuits.

"An Xin, Lan Qianshi, if you want to destroy Beiyuan, I will also give you some advice. It is true that we can be considered friends.

If other people's dreams are more in line with my taste, I am still willing to contribute, but there is no need to be there in person.

Just like the food used in your Northern Expedition, it also came from the people, rather than growing it yourself. There is no big difference. "

"I'm afraid there are not many people in the world who are as young as you and are very clear-headed about what they want."

Lan Yu had to admit that Wang Buli was different. He had his own goals. Although he also had talents, he didn't really want to fully utilize them.

But if you arouse his interest, he might open his mouth and save you some detours.

"Maybe it's because my own desires are relatively low. It would be nice if my family lived peacefully and happily."

Wang Buli said with a smile: "How many people in the world can live like me?"

Lan Yu nodded leisurely. At such a young age, this boy lived so clearly.

Are you saying he has no ambition?

But he can obviously handle the matters at hand in an orderly manner.

You say he is motivated, right?

But he really doesn’t have any in officialdom!

"Forget it, let's talk about Meng Yuan."

Lan Yu thought that Wang Buli could not accompany him on the expedition, so it would be better to drag him to study one or two Mongolian yuan.

When the time comes, he will report to the emperor after he comes up with a way to avoid the miasma in Qinghai.

"Well, you tell me and I listen."

Wang Buli didn't know much about today's Beiyuan. How could a narrator like Lan Yu, who went into battle and fought with them with real swords and real guns, understand?

Lan Yu picked some interesting things.

For example, the Mongolians would pray in front of the station about Mahakala, whose voice would thunder, what mountains would be shaken, and blood would make the enemy tremble.

As a result, the man who prayed was captured by him. I heard that it was a rule left over from Genghis Khan.

But Wang Buli knew that war prayers existed in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. The King of Chu waited for the Jin army to complete this ritual before ordering the charge.

Ogedai launched his eldest son's Western Expedition. Before the battle with the Polish and Hungarian armies, the Mongolian soldiers also held this ceremony near the battlefield.

Then after breaking the city, they massacred Poland and burned the royal city of Hungary. The king fled and united with the Germans to resist, but was defeated.

The Battle of Rignitz killed the powerful Polish leader Henry II, and two days later, defeated Hungary, shocking the entire European countries.

"I didn't catch the person who gave military divination to the Mongols."

Lan Yu ate the food and said, "Otherwise I have to see how they do divination."

"I guess they are roasted sheep bones, look at the cracks."

"How do you know?"

"Dynasties such as the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties would burn turtle shells to divine good or bad luck before going to war. My father has this in his medicine box."

"what?"

Lan Yu never expected that this could also be transferred to the inheritance of medicine.

"I heard that the distance between Xia, Shang and Zhou is thousands of years."

"Yeah, so the tortoise shells they use for divination can be used as medicine. What the Mongols use to play with are the leftovers from our ancestors."

Wang Buli knew clearly that these were all methods to motivate soldiers, such as Di Qing's method of sticking two copper coins together to ask the sky.

This method is all to make the soldiers below believe that we will win, so boldly kill the enemy with me.

Moreover, those who practice divination in Mongolia include foreign monks, Mongolian shamans, northern Han people, Western Muslims, and other Christian sects. In short, it is a hodgepodge.

Bone divination, astrology, divination, and divination are all covered.

Lan Yu listened to what Wang Buli told him about General Di Qing, and he admitted that he had little knowledge.

His family is worthy of being a medical family inherited from the Song Dynasty to the present. Many things about the Song Dynasty can be passed down orally, unlike Lan Yu's family, which has nothing to pass on.

Because the Lan Yu family probably only has a relatively vulgar inheritance of handsome men and beautiful women, and there is no cultural inheritance of Wang Buli family at all.

Whether it is Lan Yu himself, his sister, and several children, their appearance is the best among all.

What's more, the genes of Lao Zhu's family have not changed due to marrying many beautiful wives and giving birth to offspring.

"Are the Mongols still stationed in Beijing to watch?"

Listening to Wang Buli's words, Lan Yu shook her head:

"Dayuan hasn't won a battle for a long time. They rarely have this opportunity. They almost always hang their heads on the flagpole to promote it like us."

Genghis Khan was known as the Black Tartars. They were so dense that no grass grew anywhere they went. After all, they had a small population, so they gave priority to slaughtering cities.

Large-scale massacres cause great panic and make you unable to resist.

"I heard that Genghis Khan left no tombs, trampled them into flat ground with horses, and buried horses and weapons with him."

Lan Yu knows a little bit about this matter: "If conditions permit, the remains of the "Mongolian warriors" will be returned to the nomadic areas of the headquarters;

If you have to, you can bury them on the spot.

The personal property of the deceased in the war belongs to the comrades who took care of his funeral.

If the deceased belonged to a noble family, a secret burial was held without a tombstone, the deceased was buried in person, and the grave was filled up and covered with grass. "

Wang Buli nodded. No one was martyred in the Song Dynasty. Lao Zhu inherited the Mongolian system of human sacrifice.

Why didn't Song Lian, the one who formulated the rituals and music for the Ming Dynasty, bring this out?

Could it be that he didn't know if anyone had died before the Tang and Song Dynasties, so he just referred to the previous dynasty model?

The Mongol and Yuan Empire created a fault, which caused many things in the Ming Dynasty not to abandon Hu Yuan's bad governance, and could not be the same as in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

Although Zhu Yuanzhang worked hard to develop Ming laws, referred to Tang laws, and abandoned the crude politics and rough French of the Meng Yuan Dynasty, intending to draw a clear line between him and Hu Yuan.

However, the military and political content of the Ming Code was obviously influenced by the military law of the Yuan Dynasty.

Because in the laws of the Tang and Song Dynasties, there was no such clause as officials forcing the people to rebel, but it was seen in the Yuan Dynasty.

Also, the curfew became more and more strict, which was also influenced by Yuan Lü. "So the nobleman Wang Baobao died, and no one knows where his tomb is."

Wang Buli wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "These Mongolians should have brought a lot of gold and silver with them when they died."

"Even if my Ming Dynasty is short of gold and silver, I will not dig people's graves."

Lan Yu understood the meaning of Wang Buli's words. When he went to Beiyuan, all he robbed were living people and property, and dead people were all the things that the captain of the Jin Dynasty should do, and he didn't bother to do it.

The two of them were eating here, but the conversation reached Zhu Yuanzhang's ears within a short time.

Especially what Wang Buli said in the city gate cave made Zhu Yuanzhang extremely surprised.

Everyone carries germs.

"Dad, this is the first time I heard this statement." Zhu Biao put down the booklet in his hand: "What he said about the plague makes sense."

"It seems that private doctors are not without merit."

Zhu Yuanzhang also knew clearly that the plague was coming, and no matter what your status was, it would be difficult to survive if you were infected.

"From now on, we need to set rules in the palace. We must wash our hands before and after eating. We also need to set up more bathing facilities arranged by Wang Bu for everyone to take a bath."

Zhu Biao murmured to himself.

"That's what I said, but I always feel that Wang Buli publicized it like this just to help Prince Yan's Mansion sell more bath toys."

Zhu Yuanzhang always thought that Wang Buli had impure motives for speaking, so he would not reveal everything he was thinking now.

"Dad, after Wang Buli became a medical practitioner, he ordered sanitation and the installation of bathing and other equipment. Could he be the kind of person who would just use the trademark of his old Wang family's medical skills to do such a thing just to sell goods?"

Zhu Biao disagreed with his father's idea: "Wang Buli is not short of money, and the fourth child is not short of money either. There is no need."

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at the old man. Of course he couldn't say that in the future, we just saw Wang Buli colluding with the fourth son to help him go to visit our mausoleum first, announcing to the world that Zhu Di was not plotting to usurp the throne, but was legally Orthodoxy about this.

Even though Lao Si and Wang Buli haven't seen each other for a long time, Zhu Yuanzhang always feels that their relationship will only be better in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang clenched his fists again.

Who let your good son and grandson fail to live up to expectations!

One died early, and the other was incompetent but cut down the vassal and forced his uncles to death.

"Well, we know, let's leave this matter to you.

Anyway, I really like that shower, but it's a pity that it can only be used in summer and not specifically in winter. "

Zhu Yuanzhang is quite easy to accept the bathing system. After all, he has seen it in Wonderland, and we also enjoy enjoying the small objects in Wonderland, just like these glasses.

After the father and son said this, the school inspector sent the latest news.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Wang Buli and said that he was very satisfied and was unwilling to follow Lan Yu to Mobei to fight with the Mongolian Tatars, and complained:

"He really doesn't live up to expectations, how dare he stop?"

In Lao Zhu's thinking, everyone has to be like a cow or a horse, and the enjoyment can only be left to his descendants.

Zhu Biao was extremely satisfied with Wang Buli's contented attitude.

If everyone had this understanding, there would not be many disputes in the DPRK, internal fighting would be relatively reduced, and everyone would have more energy to deal with the outside world together.

After all, the Ming Dynasty has not completely destroyed Beiyuan, and it does not even have Yunnan in its hands.

"Wang Buli is a good man, so our girl should be lucky."

Zhu Biao put down the book and laughed.

"Why are you all so dissatisfied? How can you not learn from that boy Lan Yu?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was so angry that he pointed at his son: "Only someone like Lan Yu can expand your territory for you. This kid Wang Buli knows how to enjoy it after he gets power. Ming Dynasty cannot become strong with him."

"No." Zhu Biao shook his head: "Dad, Daming can become stronger with him, how can you trust her to fight on the battlefield?

You must know that on the battlefield, a stray arrow can kill a famous general.

We cannot put Wang Buli in a dangerous position, otherwise how can you and I enter the fairyland? "

Zhu Yuanzhang was speechless. What he just said was just angry words.

There are really some people in the world who don't want to make progress and are content with being rich.

But Zhu Yuanzhang bowed his head deeply. If he had such wonderful days as Wang Buli, he would definitely not embark on the path of rebellion.

He thought the same way decades ago. The bullet from his youth suddenly hit the current Zhu Yuanzhang, leaving him stunned.

Why was he unhappy when someone fulfilled his childhood idea for him?

Zhu Biao looked at his old father and suddenly fell into deep thought, so he stopped disturbing him.

He was extremely interested in Wang Buli's statement that soldiers from the Central Plains could enter Qinghai without harm and without fear of miasma.

If this problem is solved, where will the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty go?

The broken swords and armor they live in cannot stop them. Only the miasma is the basis for their resistance.

Father and son each think about their own things.

After Wang Buli finished eating, he said goodbye to Lan Yu and walked slowly to the county government office holding an umbrella.

At this moment, Jiang Huan arrived holding the lame horse.

"Fourth Master, although the horse is a little lame, it can still carry a person on its back."

Lame horses are in the army or in the inn. If they cannot be bred or have foals, they will be slaughtered.

How could there be so much extra food to feed such a useless horse!

Everyone's living conditions are very difficult, so interests must come first.

"Hold on, I just finished eating, so let's eat."

Wang Buli walked on the street with this oil-paper umbrella.

In fact, the environment on the street is not very good. There is a lot of garbage and even the feces pulled by passing carriages, and no one is cleaning it up.

Wang Buli was thinking about how to mobilize everyone to clean up and make a living. He also had to arrange the land where the garbage was cleared out of the city. It was best to burn it first and then bury it deeply.

There is no such thing as plastic that cannot be biodegraded, and some garbage is much easier to deal with.

When Wang Buli strolled slowly back to the county government office, his disciples even took the initiative to ask.

As the current nominal fourth-in-command in Jiangning County, everyone wants to support Wang Buli and gain connections.

If some power can flow from his fingers in the future, we can have it for the rest of our lives.

Regarding this phenomenon, Wang Buli has adjusted his mentality very well.

If there is no benefit, who will pounce on you? Don’t blame everyone for being realistic.

When Wang Buli entered the house and called out the official Deng Laifa, Deng Laifa's face was extremely excited.

He knew what Wang Buli was going to do.

"It's done."

The two words popped out of Wang Buli's mouth, and Deng Laifa jumped up.

That's a third-grade yamen.

Not everyone can enter.

Deng Laifa seemed a little incoherent.

He quickly bowed to Wang Buli and said that he had to give Wang Buli a meal to thank him.

Wang Buli waved his hand: "I will be more free in the future. I will be responsible for distributing prison clothes and other things in the prison hall. From now on, Brother Deng will be handing over to Tian Liugen."

Leisure or not is not important at all.

If Deng Laifa can enter the third-grade yamen, he will be able to pave the way for his son in the future.

At that time, his son's background is not just a miscellaneous job, so how can he be promoted from the ninth grade?

"Fourth Master, I really don't know what to say."

Deng Laifa was about to burst into tears of joy. He had been working in Jiangning County for almost nine years and had been worried about his future. However, he was solved with a light word.

It’s so damn good to have power!

"Hey." Wang Buli waved his hands repeatedly:

“Our buddies have been working as errands in the county government for so long, and we all remember it in our hearts.

After you go there, don't go around saying that I recommended you, otherwise I don't know how many people will beg me. "

Deng Laifa wiped his tears and expressed that he understood.

Everyone hangs out in the county government office, so some things don't need to be said clearly.

This is to tell him not to use Wang Buli's background to do anything after he goes to the Ministry of Punishment.

It seems that I still have to work hard to make my adoptive father recognize me!

(End of this chapter)