Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 236 Breaking the thief

  The soldiers sat up cross-legged, all of them fierce.

  They took out dry food and water. Most of the dry food was fried rice or steamed cakes that had dried up and were extremely difficult to swallow.

  However, everyone still swallowed silently, as much as they could eat.

   Next, there will be a fierce battle, and they are ready.

  …

  On the other side, Fang Jinglong hid behind a tree root and urinated, and wiped his hand on the broken armor back and forth. He is one of the few people in the army who pays attention to hygiene.

  Sit down, Lao Wang handed him a bamboo tube, Fang Jinglong opened the bamboo tube, took a sip of water, then spit and bared his teeth.

   "It will still be the old rules later."

   "Understood, if the situation is not good, you should sneak away first when you are humble." Old Wang nodded familiarly.

"Yeah." Fang Jinglong patted him on the shoulder and said with a sigh: "When everyone dies, they are gone. Death is for nothing. So, if anything happens to me, you must live. The way you came is yours." I remember clearly, you also hid the dry food along the way, you go back the same way, the old man died in battle, and if he died in battle, he will have a pension, His Majesty will show merit for our Fang family, return to Guiyang, and even return to the capital , when we arrived at the Ministry of War, do you still remember those words?"

   "I remember them all." Lao Wang pointed to his forehead and nodded very seriously: "My ancestors remember it for generations."

   "Tell me about it." Fang Jinglong remained expressionless.

Old Wang said familiarly: "Uncle will fight to the death, but it's a pity that the thieves are getting bigger and bigger. Uncle was besieged and killed more than a dozen thieves. His body is riddled with holes. Uncle has horses by his side, but uncle The Lord did not flee on horseback, but continued to fight to the death, shouting a poem, and was finally hacked to death by the bandits."

   "Good job!" Fang Jinglong glanced at Lao Wang with satisfaction: "Please read the poem, lest you forget it."

  Old Wang said subconsciously: "Loyalty lasts through the day, it has been relying on Canghao..."

   "Change it, the uncle Xinzhou who died in Datong last time said this sentence." Fang Jinglong shook his head.

  Old Wang quit, and spoke very solemnly.

   "Ah, Uncle, the old Fang family has ordered to use this song from generation to generation, and replaced it with a new one. I'm so humble that I may not remember it."

Fang Jinglong rolled his eyes at him, thought carefully for the next moment, and said: "Last time I heard Jifan read a line, which was quite new. I am a rough old man, and I don't understand the poems. My ancestors copied such a line, It has been passed down from generation to generation. I am afraid that I will die in battle in the future. When I report to the court, I will not appear heroic enough. The biggest problem with the elders and those dog officials in the Ministry of War is that they are literary. When they die, if they don’t read a poem, they will have nothing Touched, then the level of pension and posthumous title will not be raised. What did Jifan read last time... Oh, *****, it’s not because of luck and misfortune. You remember, even if This time I was lucky enough not to die, and your son and your grandson will also use it in the future, and if it is passed down from generation to generation, this poem sounds new, and no one else has used it before."

  Old Wang hurriedly read the poem several times, managed to memorize it, but sighed: "Uncle, you are already an earl, and you still point to the matter of death in battle?"

Fang Jinglong lowered his face: "What do you know? To be a general is to get a great service, or to die. The former is credit, and the latter is dead work. If you don't rely on this kindness, you will be a deserter? In the past generations of our Fang family, there has never been a coward, except for your grand master, who is also my father, but my father carried the old brothers back from the earthen castle to save people, this is for the sake of loyalty, and it is not shameful."

   Speaking of this, he sighed and became emotional again.

"If I escaped or became a defeated general, it would be a shame. This shame will be imposed on Ji Fan. Even if His Majesty is generous and does not blame him, Ji Fan will not be able to hold his head up. He is sensible now, and he is getting better and better. As a father, I am happy to see him..."

  Fang Jinglong said that the corners of his eyes suddenly burst into tears, and crystal clear teardrops flowed down his cheeks, and he wiped the tears on his face with his experienced hands.

"So, I have only two ways to go. Even if I die here, it's not bad. At least His Majesty is a generous person. After I die, this grace will be added to Jifan. If Jifan doesn't know about it in the future, If something is wronged, His Majesty will think that for the sake of the Fang family's generation, and my Fang Jinglong's life here, he will be extra merciful."

  Old Wang nodded silently, agreeing very much, and the next moment he sighed: "It's not unreasonable for Nanhebo's family to receive the country's grace."

Fang Jinglong smiled, with tears in his smile: "Actually, to be honest, I really hope to survive, to watch Jifan marry a wife and have children, and hug my grandson. If I can't see it, you have to help me see it." Then, when the time comes, when you go to the grave, remember to report it!"

  Old Wang nodded heavily, and his eyes were filled with tears.

   "Okay!" Fang Jinglong stood up suddenly, his rotten armor clattered, he pulled out his knife, and said excitedly.

"Assembly, all the **** followers follow me, Fang Jinglong. Everyone is optimistic. I'm at the forefront. I'm the general soldier of Guizhou. I'll rush to the forefront. If you hesitate, those behind you will kill me. But if you Hesitant to move forward, then the rear team will kill the front team, and now we are out of food, and we are at the end of our rope, either in the future everyone will follow me, Fang Jinglong, to eat and drink, or die here!"

  After a command, the mountain camp gathered up and down in an instant, all carrying knives, like tigers and wolves.

  It is day.

  Shijian Village was attacked, and the Ming army that descended from the sky rushed into the village like a hungry tiger pouncing a sheep at dusk.

   A group of officers and soldiers in ragged clothes were mad enough to hack and kill with knives.

The natives in the village never imagined that the Ming army would appear here, and when they came to their senses, before they had time to pick up their weapons, these jackals with green eyes had already arrived in front of them, ripped open their stomachs .

   A distorted face, without the slightest mercy.

  After two sticks of incense, in a stilted building, Fang Jinglong was covered in blood, and walked up the wooden ladder with heavy steps.

  On the second floor, a woman sat cross-legged, and several officers and soldiers pointed spears at her body.

  Fang Jinglong stood still, squinting his eyes slightly, staring straight at her.

   One of the officers opened his mouth to report.

   "The chief soldier is this woman. She has the most guards here. It is expected that she is the leader of this village."

  Fang Jinglong was suddenly ecstatic.

  Woman...the woman is the leader, then...who this woman is, the result is self-evident.

  His body shook.

  The words in his son's letter have finally been confirmed.

  Jifan is really good at predicting things, strategizing, and winning thousands of miles. If you think about it... that's it.

  Fang Jinglong was very excited, and sternly said to the officer beside him, "Get the portrait."

  For any imperial criminal, the imperial court will try its best to draw shadows and graphics, and paint the appearance of the imperial criminal. Among the counter-insurgency army, such portraits are everywhere.

  So without hesitation, Pharaoh took out an oiled paper bag from his arms, opened it layer by layer, and finally, a portrait came out.

  Fang Jinglong took a closer look and began to feel guilty.

  The person in the portrait is obviously an old woman, with triangular eyes, collapsed nose, buck teeth, and door god-like eyebrows...

  Looking at the woman sitting cross-legged again, she is clearly quite beautiful, she is a well-maintained young woman.

this…

   He blinked, thinking in his head.

   Could it be...wrong?

   "It's me!" The woman looked at Fang Jinglong calmly, and said calmly, "You don't need to confirm anymore, I... have lost."

  Hoo...

  Fang Jinglong heaved a sigh of relief.

  He shouted sharply: "Tie it up, this is a land of right and wrong, the soldiers rested in the village overnight, slaughtered all the cattle and sheep in the village, fed and drank enough, brought some dry food, and set off tomorrow!"

He said that the knife was back in its sheath, and he was a little excited. The rebellion that had lingered in the Ming court for two years. will settle down.

   He said to Lao Wang beside him.

   "Send someone to Guiyang to repay the credit! Tell everyone, I, Fang Jinglong, mean what I say, and your children will drink NAI in the future!"

  It seems...afraid that he promised too much that he would not be able to keep it, and fell into an awkward situation: "Listen, it's goat's milk!"

  ...

  Mr. Wang cried.

  It was when I was in class in the school. This strange gentleman came in the evening and began to explain to the students what the Analects of Confucius was and why Confucius wrote the Analects of Confucius. As a result, his eyes turned red as he spoke, and then he burst into tears.

  The schoolchildren didn't dare to show their spirits at first, and obediently listened to the class. They suddenly became confused and laughed. Some threw books in the air, and some jumped onto the desks.

   "Mr. is crying, it must be Xu Jie's fault."

   "Nonsense, I beat you to death, it was you, Zhang Xiaohu, who made him cry."

Wang Shouren was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. When Tang Yin came, suppressed these students, and helped Wang Shouren out of Minglun Hall, he heard Wang Shouren say: "Men... Teacher... the student finally understands, the student finally understands the good intentions of the teacher , teacher... great talent..."

   Tang Yin's eyeballs are about to fall off, what? The mentor gave the younger brother a little treat?

   After finally appeasing Wang Shouren, Fang Jifan hurried over after hearing the news.

  Wang Shouren will cry?

   Ten thousand of them don't believe it. This is a saint, a man with high martial arts skills and excellent both civil and martial arts.

   But Fang Jifan looked at Wang Shouren with red eyes, and realized that the truth was in front of him.

  Seeing Fang Jifan coming, Wang Shouren hurriedly got up, bowed to Fang Jifan solemnly: "Student pays homage to his teacher."

   "What happened?" Fang Jifan put his hands behind his back. Although he was concerned, he still put his hands behind his back. His chin was slightly tilted, and he kept a certain angle of elevation, as if I was your father.

   "The mentor taught... the students finally understand, the mentor is a great talent, and the students are grateful for the kindness of the teaching."

   "..."

What? Fang Jifan continued to be in a daze, his eyes flashed with incomprehension, did my young master teach you anything recently?

  (end of this chapter)