Saving the Ming Dynasty: I can exchange bodies with Chongzhen

Chapter 131 Chongzhen's Personality

"My Qilin, are you okay?"

Zhu Changgan had just returned when he saw Prince Xiang approaching him. He was filled with worry, "They are just a bunch of bandits. Why are you fighting with them? If I ask you to get married, then you get married. It's the same if you blow out the lights at night. You have to survive first."

"Besides, the two of you are already nominally husband and wife now, and this cannot be changed just because you want to."

Zhu Changgan nodded and looked around, "Otherwise, I'll send you back to Xiangyang..."

Now that he has gained a certain amount of weight in this mountain stronghold, the risk to himself is not that great, and he has not yet achieved his goal, but he wants King Xiang to escape his current situation as soon as possible.

"How can I go back? If I can't enter Beijing this year, it will be even harder to enter Beijing in the future. I will never be willing to go back like this for the rest of my life."

"..." Zhu Changgan was suddenly stunned. At this time, he was still thinking about entering Beijing?

Nowadays, there are refugees everywhere in the Ming Dynasty, and people are rebelling against the officials everywhere. Even if the two of them escape to Siwang Mountain, there are still rebels like Li Zicheng, Liu Guoneng, Zhang Tianlin, Zhang Xianzhong, and Luo Rucai.

In such a dangerous situation, you, old Bidden, didn't retreat but advanced instead?
If Chongzhen were here, he would definitely understand.

Speaking of which, Zhu Changgan's feelings towards Prince Xiang might not be as close as Chongzhen's.

After all, when he traveled through time, this cheap father disliked him very much. It was only after he exchanged bodies with Chongzhen that their relationship eased.

Especially after Chongzhen prepared for the imperial examination, the two sides had more contact, but he always had some interactions with Prince Xiang only after his sun set, and he was not as close to Prince Xiang as Chongzhen.

Zhu Changgan wanted to ask the reason, but he saw a figure passing by in the distance out of the corner of his eye, so he had to keep silent.

The two were speechless all night.

……

The next morning, before daylight, he heard a sudden "whoosh~" sound outside. Zhu Changgan opened his eyes and found someone practicing shooting in the distance.

The iron spear cut through the air, making a rumbling sound.

This had long become Hongniangzi's habit of moving in rain or shine. Although Prince Xiang and Zhu Changgan did not move next door to each other as Hongniangzi had suggested, they eventually moved to a place not far away.

Because Red Lady's will cannot be refuted.

Prince Xiang was still sleeping. Zhu Changgan quietly got up and looked at the woman practicing sword outside.

It was a summer morning with a light layer of mist. The woman was dressed in military uniform and there were a dozen wooden stakes erected around her.

The iron spear in his hand was like a dragon, cutting through the air and piercing the wind like a tiger's roar.

His posture changed as fast as lightning, and every thrust was like an explosion with a loud bang.

Wood chips flew everywhere, the wooden stake was pierced in an instant, and with a sudden twist, it shattered.

The spear's power was so fierce and domineering that Zhu Changgan couldn't help but feel strange. It was hard to imagine that a weak woman could burst out with such great power.

Afterwards, the woman's figure changed again. She held the gun in one hand and swung it on the wooden stake like a whip, breaking it as soon as it touched the stake.

A silver spear in her hand was like embroidery in the hands of a female worker, flying up and down, sometimes tense and sometimes relaxed, sometimes urgent and sometimes dangerous, yet dazzling.

Then, the tip of the gun was thrust forward like a bucket of water, and a few wooden stakes were thrown at him. Only then did Hong Niang stop, her chest heaving and her forehead covered with sweat.

Only then did several wooden stakes behind her collapse and break into pieces.

Zhu Changgan's pupils shrank sharply and his mouth opened wide, "How can this be possible?"

It wasn't until the other person looked at him that he came back to his senses.

"Master Zhu, do you also have some knowledge of martial arts?"

"No, I just haven't seen anyone practice martial arts like this before." Zhu Changgan said truthfully: "Aren't you afraid that others will learn your martial arts?"

Lady Hong smiled and said, "If others see you writing, can they learn your literary talent?"

"That won't happen."

"Practicing martial arts is just like writing or writing. There is no shortcut. You can't learn it by just watching others practice martial arts. How can you possibly gain a thorough understanding without working hard and making up for your strengths and weaknesses?" Hong Niangzi said indifferently.

Zhu Changgan was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Seeing does not mean knowing, and knowing does not mean being able to do it."

Hong Niangzi's eyes sparkled when she heard this, and she nodded, "Yes, that's what I mean."

"Do you think I still have a chance to practice martial arts?"

Lady Hong shook her head. "It's not necessary. It's your greatest blessing that you can make good use of your literary talent. Why bother practicing this inferior martial art?"

During the Song and Ming dynasties, literati had a sense of superiority in the entire society. Although no one knew who gave them this sense of superiority, countless people still flocked to dress up as literati and elegant scholars.

In the court, civil officials and military generals would often buy some calligraphy and paintings and hang them in their own houses to frame themselves.

The same is true among the common people. Gentry and landlords often hang some calligraphy and paintings in their homes. If they cannot ask for help from dignitaries, they will ask for help from county magistrates and scholars. The two did not say a few words, and Hongniangzi turned and left. She wanted to go back to wash up and prepare to deal with the affairs of the village.

With thousands of people joining the village in recent days, things happening in the village have suddenly increased.

Zhu Changgan went back and covered his head and continued to sleep.

After a while, a thousand-foot-long golden-red light rose at the end of the east.

……

When Chongzhen exchanged bodies with Zhu Changgan and appeared on Siwang Mountain again with a resolute attitude, many people were actually staring at him.

In the eyes of these people, the courses that Master Zhu taught the children these days were all Confucian ideas of loyalty to the emperor and benefiting the people.

This made these rebels feel that this was nothing but pedantic Confucian thinking. If they were just being loyal to the emperor and benefiting the people, why would they rebel?

Many of them would rather someone teach their children some ideas like "Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers born of different species?" and "The inner treasury was burned to ashes, and the bones of officials were trampled on the streets."

The positions and interests are different, so the intentions are also different.

There was some discussion about this matter within the village, but it eventually died down thanks to Hongniangzi and Li Yan's strong support.

Chongzhen did not treat these children perfunctorily at all. He felt that the profession of teacher was sacred and inviolable. Even if he was a teacher for only one day, he had to be worthy of these children.

Teaching these children to read and write and allowing them to understand the teachings of the ancient sages is good for the country and the Ming Dynasty.

Chongzhen told these children about famous ministers and generals throughout history, their loyalty and perseverance, and used these people to enlighten them.

He believes that for children who are still in the primary school stage, this power will eventually affect their lives.

At noon, Li Yan came to see Chongzhen.

"Brother Zhu, are you going to teach these children to become great scholars?"

Chongzhen rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's not about shaping some great scholar, but about teaching them the truth and letting them understand that it has always been this way."

"Let them know what it means to establish a mind for heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the people, and what it means to inherit the unique knowledge of the past sages."

"But you know, these people don't like to hear these things." Li Yan couldn't help but sigh.

"Truth never becomes truth just because people like to hear it, but it gradually becomes truth when there are people who believe in it and do it. I am just telling the kids some truths from saints, but how they view and act on them is up to them."

"..." Li Yan was silent, frowned and looked at Chongzhen, after a long time he could only get up and leave.

This person is purer and more stubborn than I imagined.

As soon as Li Yan left, Chongzhen spat on the ground and said, "You are just a juren. If you were allowed into the court, you would be nothing more than a corrupt official."

Then continue to focus on your own work.

However, as the news that the Ming court drove the Manchu Tartars out of the pass and annihilated more than 40,000 enemies gradually spread in the mountain stronghold, the way everyone looked at Chongzhen changed greatly again.

The Third Master, in particular, trembled violently upon hearing the news, as if struck by lightning, "He was right again, how is this possible?"

Weren't the Manchu Tartars very powerful? Weren't they invincible?
How could we lose, and... lose so miserably?
The three families did not even have breakfast. They asked the fourth boss for the Ming Times. Although he could not recognize all the words, he could recognize the words "victory report" and "more than 40,000 Tartars were beheaded"...

He then found someone familiar with him and asked them to read it to him again. It described the entire battle situation in full, and even some of the details were almost exactly the same as what Master Zhu had said.

The third in command had a buzzing sound in his ears and kept swallowing his saliva.

The boss hadn't looked for him since what happened last night, but the feeling of being on edge hadn't diminished at all, but had become even more severe.

He originally thought that he had taken Master Zhu seriously enough, but suddenly he found that he had greatly underestimated him.

This Master Zhu could actually see from thousands of miles away which Manchu troops entered the Pass, their route, why they were defeated, why Huang Taiji's eldest son Hauge was captured by the Ming court, and even where they left the Pass... everything was exactly the same.

After seeing off this familiar person, the third in command felt terrible.

Such a remarkable person unexpectedly emerged from the mountain village.

Plan your strategy from within and make decisions thousands of miles away.

This kind of character that only appeared in plays was now standing in front of him.

But he had offended the other party, how could he not be shocked and afraid? !

What should I do? Should I kill him directly, or...

……

I accompanied my dad to see a doctor today. He may need surgery, so this is all I can update.

(End of this chapter)