New Shun 1730

When Cherikov opened the tent, the red sun rising in the east was a bit dazzling.

The sun will rise every day, no matter how much pain you endured yesterday. He thought so.

An early-rising bee buzzed around him. He habitually shook his head to drive away the bee with his hair braid, but the familiar thrill of shaking his hair braid was gone.

Touching the bun that was tied up randomly on the top of his head, Cherikov devoutly crossed himself in the direction of the rising sun.

On the river outside the camp, the expedition ship had raised its sails, and several horses were tied to ropes, preparing for another day's journey.

Liu Yu in the distance was brushing his teeth with a willow branch as usual. He only brushed his teeth and did not wash his face, because the oil on his face could protect his skin from getting chapped by wind and sun.

He lay down by the water and rinsed his mouth, then turned around and saw Cherikov alive. Liu Yu smiled at him, said nothing, and left without saying anything.

Jiao Laobutu followed Liu Yu, thinking about what happened last night, frowned and said, "I thought this guy would definitely commit suicide."

"Damn it, can you please look forward to it? I didn't work hard just to let you watch a hero's final scene. The gun can't fire, and the braided neck hurts, isn't it okay?" Liu Yu was quite opposed to Laobutu's bah sound.

"Aren't you afraid that he will fake a surrender? Back then, Wushan Bo Ma Shiyao also faked a surrender to Duduo. If the letter hadn't been intercepted, Tongguan would have..."

"Come on. Heroes are praised because they are few. How can there be so many steadfast and unyielding people? You can go to his tent later and see if he has drank all the wine. If he has, that's right. I really don’t want to die. If I didn’t drink, I might be pretending to surrender.”

"One more thing, you don't understand the Rakshasa people. Pretending to surrender in the future is not their way of thinking. A true saint is to be a holy fool and die on the way to build the kingdom of heaven on earth, even if his body is forgotten by people and killed by wild beasts. Gnaw. This heaven on earth can be a heaven on earth, or it can be something inexplicable, like the motherland? Something else, any strange purpose.”

"This Cherikov's first choice is to risk his life and try to escape. It is best to be bitten by wild beasts and dying on the way, making people cry, and send the information back. The process is very important. The more dangerous and painful it is, the worse the heart becomes. It feels good, and the spirit will go to heaven first, but pretending to surrender and taking the opportunity to escape will make this feeling disappear. The second option is to commit suicide. That is to live a good life. "

Jiao Laobutu nodded without knowing why and walked towards Cherikov's tent. He came back after a while and said: "All the wine has been drunk."

"That's it. I haven't died after drinking so much, and I won't die in the future. It's easy to commit suicide the first time, but it's much harder the second time. Watch this guy, I'm of great use. As long as it's easy to commit suicide the second time. The others are still alive, but he was already dead in Rakshasa. Hun'er is dead, and he didn't commit suicide, so he really didn't want to die."

"Sir, are you trying to trick the Rakshasa people into opening their castle?"

"Hahahaha...you mean you have read too many books, right? How can it be so simple? But if you prepare more, you will never go wrong. Our credit is not easy to get."

While talking, a rider came galloping by the river in the distance. It was the person Liu Yu sent back before. The two people rushed over.

Looking at the words of the emperor's reply, Liu Yu frowned.

"You're back so soon? Where is Your Majesty Luan Jia now?" He was still wondering whether the emperor would be affected by his fate. It looked like the emperor was not in the capital?

Is this going to the frontline for micro management?

"Sir, when I went there, I was already at the Jilin Shipyard."

"That's it?"

"Your Majesty didn't say anything else, but he asked about Du Feng. He also issued a decree to Captain Du in Handuoli."

"What did you say?"

"Since ancient times, crimes have been punished based on their deeds and regardless of their intentions. Is the border army guilty of patrolling the border?"

Du Feng, who was on the side, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, his face remained calm, thinking that Mr. Liu, your little thoughts were seen through by His Majesty. Your Majesty is right. Since ancient times, punishments have always been based on deeds and regardless of heart. In terms of traces, I didn't get robbed; in terms of heart, I said I was just patrolling the border and thought you were a smuggler.

But thinking about the "future" issue Liu Yu mentioned before, I hesitated again.

In the past, I could place too little bets, which was a crime.

But now, His Majesty the Emperor seems to have pardoned his crimes, and he has made a golden statement. If he continues to follow Liu Yu, the bet will be huge.

bet?

Still not betting?

Jiao Laobutu, who was next to him, also pondered these two sentences. After tasting them for a long time, he asked in a low voice: "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

He felt a little disappointed.

Following Liu Yu all the way, I can see that Liu Yu knows the Rakshasa people very well. If he really wants to do something big, he might be able to do it.

If it is done successfully, it will be a great achievement.

Now that His Majesty replied with such a sentence, Jiao Laobutu really couldn't figure it out. Does this mean he is not allowed?

I forgot to hold back my hands when I had enough time behind me, and I wanted to look back until I had no way out. Isn't this just a warning to Mr. Liu not to be too greedy and to stop in moderation?

But this thing is like playing Pai Gow with your brothers. What if you win the bet?

Liu Yu tilted his head and looked at Du Feng, who was trying to keep his expression unchanged, and asked: "Are you so happy? It's okay, just laugh."

Du Feng suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times towards the approximate position of the emperor in the southwest. It took him a long time to stand up.

"Your Majesty is tolerant and kind. I will definitely..."

Dafa was only halfway through his words of loyalty and ambition when Liu Yu waved his hand to stop him and said, "Okay, your Majesty can't hear what you say here. We'll see what happens when it comes to serving the country with loyalty and loyalty."

"Now that His Majesty has forgiven you, you are free. But you can't make the final decision on our major affairs."

"Lao Shu, take the people behind and walk slowly. When you reach the confluence of the river mouths, find a small lake and set up the boat. Remember, no Rakshasa can escape. Xiao Du and I will go to Handoli Acropolis now .You also go back as soon as possible.”

Jiao Laobutu was overjoyed and asked tentatively: "What do you mean, sir, can this matter turn around?"

"If Your Majesty really won't let me do it, how brave do you think I am?"

Jiao Laobutu thought about it in his mind and said with a smile: "That's it. Okay, sir, let's go now. It's getting late, and the rainy season will come if it waits for a while."

After saying goodbye, Liu Yu and Du Feng picked a few relatively strong horses that were not worn down, took a dozen people with them, tied two birch bark boats on the horses, and headed towards Handuoli along the river. Wei ran wildly.

The bumps on the horse's back are rhythmic and great for thinking.

Liu Yu thought about the emperor's words and felt that the emperor's intention could not be clearer.

If he wins, it means that the emperor has a clear vision and trusts the soldiers on the front line.

If he loses, it means that Liu Yu is greedy for power and rushes forward, and he deserves to be punished for a serious crime.

The ambiguity of the emperor's writing is itself an attitude. If he really didn't want Liu Yu to take risks, a clearly worded edict would suffice, and Liu Yu would have no choice but to go back honestly.

Right now, all he could do was express all his thoughts and win Du Feng's father to join the bet.

…………

In Handori Acropolis, Mantou, who has lived here for more than half a year, is accepting a daily routine.

"Hey, when will my brother come back?"

Du Ling asked fiercely, with the same attitude as yesterday, and her apricot-like eyes were full of dissatisfaction as every day.

"Whenever my young master comes back, your brother will come back."

In the Duke's Palace in the capital, none of the maids he came into contact with were as fierce as Du Ling, and there weren't many male and female guards here.

The little girl smells really fresh.

The maids in the palace looked like flowers planted in the garden, but this girl looked like wild chrysanthemums growing wantonly in the fields, with a strong smell of wild wheat that had been dried by the sun.

Mantou actually enjoys this kind of fierce questioning every day, even if the questions and answers are exactly the same every day.

"I told you, I'm a hostage. I'm here, and you're still worried that your brother won't come back?"

"Hey...what kind of hostage are you?"

Du Ling felt a little sorry before the steamed buns could even get dissatisfied with the words that came out of her mouth. These words are a bit hurtful, but it seems that Mantou is just a slave, how can he be qualified to be a hostage?

She quietly raised her eyes and looked at Steamed Bun, and found that Steamed Bun didn't care about the truth, but was looking at her with a smile. The moment their eyes met, Du Ling quickly looked away and said calmly: "That's not what I meant."

Mantou smiled and said: "Tell the truth. What's the point? My young master said it, and he has to find the right target to hold grudges in his heart. Are you angry with the person who told the truth? Or are you angry with the person who caused the reality? I can still tell the difference. ”

"Those of us who are slaves worship the king of annihilation. When Taizu invaded Beijing, people like us in the south of the Yangtze River said: The world is thin and the nobles and the lowly are spoiled. Why should we be slaves? Now there is no world. "Slave, I will be a good friend in the future by following the young master."

"My young master often said that in the Ming Dynasty, there were slaves with low status, but now the new dynasty has banned slaves with low status, and they are not allowed to keep slaves. Who should I thank for this? The people I should be grateful to are the thousands of people from Jiangnan who did not want to be slaves back then. The bloody uprising of slaves and slaves is not a word of kindness, let alone... well, anyway... Now that you understand who to be grateful to, you will naturally understand who to hate. You are just telling the truth, and it is not you who caused it. I was sold as a child.”

After following Liu Yu for a long time, the idea of ​​​​mantou is also very different from before.

After the uprising of King Daping was defeated, this "obscene sacrifice", a symbol of the spirit of resistance, was allowed to be worshiped by those who had escaped from the slave status.

The spirit at the core was stripped away, leaving only an empty body, which became an idol that did not hinder feudal rule.

But in the end, the blood of the slave miners in the south of the Yangtze River in the late Ming Dynasty was not in vain. Even the eradication of the kings that lasted from the Hongwu Year to the late Ming Dynasty was "harmless" and turned into an empty body. The spirit of resistance to reason, equality of all people, and no distinction was finally Still retain some points.

What Mantou said was actually just to tell Du Ling that he was not a slave and that he had a chance to become a normal person. Moreover, his young master is kind to him and might help him.

Like every real male animal, the steamed bun is just showing off its tail feathers like a peacock or an elk fluttering its antlers.

At this time, he just wanted to tell Du Ling in a roundabout way that he was actually the same kind and not a lowly alien.

In a sense, male servants and female humans are reproductively isolated.

"This girl is very good, different from the girls in the house. I really want to marry her."

Steamed Bun had already had this idea in his mind. It was not sudden or accidental, but it seemed a bit out of reach now. The difference in status was a bit big after all.

He is a servant, and no matter how wild and docile she is, she is still the daughter of a fifth-grade military attache.

Whether it succeeds or not is another matter. No matter how thin and weak the male deer is or how small its antlers are, it will try to turn around in front of the male deer when it is full of spring. If you don't even have the courage, then you are completely castrated from the heart.

Mantou knows that he is not a deer yet, but just a millet, or even a weaker musk deer. Maybe he will have the opportunity to become a deer in the future.

Should I take this opportunity to tell the young master to help me and earn a living in the army?

At worst, I will gamble my life!

Just as I was about to flirt with Du Ling a few more words, there was a burst of dog barking outside, and I could faintly hear two people talking.

"Is this your home? It's okay."

"Yes, sir, this is my humble abode. My father should not be at home, but he will be back soon. News always spreads quickly in the village."