I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 237 Hidden Murder

"Air-cooled barrels are used, and each machine gun is equipped with ten barrels. In this way, a new barrel can be directly replaced after firing [-] rounds..."

Song Yingxing thought of the excitement, grabbed a brush, spread out a piece of rice paper, and began to paint and draw.

Zhu Youjian sighed secretly.

The scholars of the Ming Dynasty were too monstrous, and they didn't give him a chance to pretend to be a fool.

"Since the problem of heating the barrel of the machine gun can be solved, let them design and produce it. Let's get five hundred first."

Zhu Youjian pondered and said: "Send it secretly to Yan'an Mansion first, and let Mao Shave his head to try his power."

The situation over there was very critical, and the idiot emperor was actually quite worried. It just so happened that with a batch of heavy machine guns, let Mao Yuanyi send those prairie guests away first.

"When the machine gun is manufactured, I will be able to drive myself to conquer and go to the northwest border for fun."

"My imperial brother Zhu Yousong, he still doesn't know whether he is dead or alive..."

……

The idiot emperor once again fell into a situation with nothing to do.

Idle and idle, ignorant and incompetent.

The major tasks at hand are all speeding up, the improvement of heavy machine guns, the development of diesel engines, the testing of batteries, the debugging of telegraphs, the construction of a private garden for [-] concubines, the steamed bun nunnery for witty nuns...

"Oh, it's so difficult."

Lying on Zhonghai's painting boat, Zhu Youjian looked unlovable, making Miss Hongliu dumbfounded: "My lord, do you want to sneak out again to take the imperial conquest?"

"No," Zhu Youjian sighed, and said, "Many things are not ready yet, and I'm not in the mood."

"How about letting the green ants perform an exotic dance?"

"Forget it, it's not really exotic..."

That's right, speaking of exotic customs, aren't there two authentic 'foreign ladies' in the palace?

Princess Anna and Princess Catherine's mother and daughter, since they came to the capital, Zhang Yan, the emperor's wife, saw Lie Xinxi and wanted to learn a foreign language, so she kept them by her side. I forgot.

"Send a letter to Wei Zhongxian calling for Anna and Catherine to come over. I want to learn a foreign language."

Miss Hongliu snorted, but she didn't say anything, she turned around and went out to deliver the message.

Zhu Youjian sat up straight and rubbed his old face vigorously.

Tsk tsk, those who fight and kill all day long, worrying about the country and the people, sighing day and night, tossing and turning, dreaming and thinking about clothes, worked hard for the Ming Dynasty, but with little effect.

Still learning a foreign language is fun...

……

The summer of the second year of Chongzhen passed without any saltiness or blandness.

While Zhu Youjian, the idiot emperor, was busy listening to music, "learning foreign languages" and wandering around in the capital, Mao Yuanyi, who was far away in the northwest, began to get busy.

The imperial court secretly sent a batch of new firearms, which can empty a box of bullets with a cup of tea.

Looking at the pile of gravel in the distance, Mao Yuanyi only felt a chill on his back.

"This, is the so-called machine gun?"

Mao Yuanyi is keen on the study of formation warfare, and likes to improve various offensive and defensive equipment. He once imagined launching all [-] rockets in a few breaths, and shooting down a large area of ​​grassland.

For this reason, he and Song Yingxing are like-minded, and they have close personal relationships.

However, when he personally tested the 'machine gun' sent by the idiot emperor, he sighed deeply: "The idiot emperor is simply inhuman..."

……

"Commander, the northern barbarian cavalry in the direction of Jinchengguan suffered heavy losses after several battles in Pingliang Mansion. Only less than a thousand people fled to Shaanxi and Hanzhong."

Just as Mao Yuanyi was thinking about how to fully match the [-] machine guns with crossbowmen, musketeers, and cannons to achieve the best results, a soldier stepped forward quickly.

"A group of jackals can't be allowed to run amok," Mao Yuanyi pondered for a moment, then said calmly: "Send out a cavalry force of 3000 men to follow behind and kill them slowly.

As for the brutes, don't let them die too quickly.

Well, let Zhang Yanyi go.

He turned out to be a butcher. "

The soldiers left quickly, Mao Yuanyi stood up, stood on the edge of the cliff and looked far away, as if planning something.

After a cup of tea.

Mao Yuanyi returned to his small courtyard, pulled out his black skinny horse, each with a sword, and gradually walked away, all the way to Xi'an Mansion, where the governor's office of the three sides of Shaanxi was located.

It's been a long time since I tasted the mutton steamed buns from Xi'an Prefecture, and Mao Yuanyi felt a little greedy just thinking about it.

That night, when he was about to leave the border of Qingyang Mansion, it was already late.

The crows return to their nests, and the setting sun is like blood.

Seeing a lonely village from afar, with smoke everywhere, but with a taste of human fireworks, Mao Yuanyi's heart softened a little.

It's been a long time to fight and kill.

The heart of man is hardened.

Most of the children in the village play in the alleys. Many children of seven or eight years old are all naked. At most, they weave a small underwear with willow branches and tie it up with a rope of ice grass. It can be roughly regarded as a pair of trousers.

The houses in the village are very dilapidated.

Between some ruined walls, there are luxuriant grasses, and occasionally a few delicate wild flowers are blooming lonely, exhaling an unknown fragrance of flowers.

"Look, someone is coming."

"Ah, it seems that he is still a teacher, and he actually leads a big black horse."

"It doesn't look too vicious on the face, shouldn't it be an official bandit?"

……

Walking into a yellow mud alley, more than a dozen children chased Mao Yuanyi to ask where he came from and where he was going, without showing any timidity because he was a stranger.

Mao Yuanyi smiled and nodded, acting like a teacher, making the children more comfortable.

Of course, it became even more unscrupulous.

"Hey, teacher, what's your name?" An eleven or twelve-year-old boy looked Mao Yuanyi up and down, frowned and asked, "This is the territory of General Mao, you look very natural, don't you?" A secret work sent by Hong Datou?"

The common people in the land of three sides suffered from the misfortune of the soldiers under the command of Hong Chengchou, the governor of the three sides of Shaanxi.

Therefore, I don't have the slightest sympathy for the so-called 'over there'.

As a matter of course, Hong Chengchou had the nickname "Hong Datou".

"I'm a teacher, and I'm from Qingyang Mansion, so I'm not working hard." Mao Yuanyi said with a smile.

"Well, it looks white and clean, not like a bad person," the child waved his hand and said carelessly: "Then go to the house of Widow Li at the east end of the village.

Remember, there have been bandits in this area recently, try not to go out at night. "

Mao Yuanyi was slightly taken aback: "Widow Li's house?"

He originally planned to stay overnight, but staying at a widow's house inevitably made him change his mind a few more times.

"That's right, Widow Li's son is an officer and soldier under Hong Datou, and he is very bad. Therefore, the village chief sent all the idlers who came and went to stay at Widow Li's house."

Mao Yuanyi: "..."

This is so weird.

Mao Yuanyi remained calm, inquired clearly about the location of Widow Li's house, led the thin horse and walked slowly there.

Soon, he came to Widow Lee's house.

There are only three dilapidated thatched cottages, and the yard is overgrown with weeds. Just a casual look, there are pikas, snakes, and the like hiding in the grass and poking around.

These wild animals are not very afraid of people.

This made Mao Yuanyi wonder again, and couldn't help but think a little more: "Pikas, rabbits, snakes and other wild animals can move around in the yard swaggeringly, which means that this place is not popular at all..."

"anyone there?"

The courtyard wall has already collapsed, and a dilapidated wooden door is crumbling in the setting sun. Seeing a gust of wind blow by, it may fall to the ground with a bang.

Mao Yuanyi sighed inwardly, the wars of the past few years have suffered a lot for the common people on the border.

However, this thought is fleeting.

One will be a million bones.

He knows this truth better than the idiot emperor.

Because, there are many people's bones, which were made by him, "Mao Shavedou". During the more than a year of rebellion for the emperor, Mao Yuanyi's hands were not clean.

There are always some common people who will suffer inexplicable disasters, and their families will be destroyed at every turn. This has become the norm in the borderlands.

"After a while, it's better to find a way to kill Hong Chengchou. The common people have no crimes, so there is no need to suffer like this..."

Just as he was thinking about something, a very pleasant woman's voice came from a dilapidated thatched cottage.

He is only in his thirties.

What made Mao Yuanyi a little curious was that this woman's voice had a very comfortable hoarseness and honesty, which was completely different from that of a peasant woman in a remote country.

"Go to the East Wing to rest." In the thatched cottage, the woman said calmly: "The family has suffered twice, and there is no food, the guest officer should look for food by himself.

I am a woman and a widow, so it is inconvenient to go out, and I still hope that the guest officer Haihan. "

Mao Yuanyi was very surprised and asked: "Madam's accent, doesn't it sound like someone from the Shaanxi-Gansu area?"

"Shandong, I came here after being in trouble, a man died, I sold my body for a few years for a meal, and now I am old and poor, I don't want to commit myself to others for a meal;

Guest officer, there are straw mats and pots and stoves in the East Wing. You can handle the meals yourself. "

When Mao Yuanyi heard this, she became even more curious.

Not only did this woman have a nice voice, but her tone of voice and diction were completely different from those of the peasant women. What's more, she didn't hide her words, which made people feel quite comfortable.

"I brought some food. Madam, if you want to drink a bowl of hot porridge, you might as well move to the east wing."

After speaking, Mao Yuanyi tied the skinny horse to a wooden stake, walked into the east wing, and began to clean the house.

It is said to be the east wing room, but it is actually just a dilapidated thatched cottage. On one side of the kang, there is a thatched mat, and there is a pot and stove. Because it has been smoky for a long time, it is already pitch black, and it cannot be seen. The original material is yellow mud or masonry.

In the past two years, Mao Yuanyi's daily life has been extremely simple, every drink, every meal, every ladle and sack, he doesn't know how to hand them over to others, and cooks everything with his own hands.

Therefore, he is naturally very good at "housework" such as sweeping the house, carrying water and washing pots and dishes, lighting a fire and cooking, and he looks like an old bachelor without a woman in the house.

It has been uninhabited for a long time, and there are many thin and thin grasses on the ground, walls, and even on the stove and stove in the East Wing. Because it has not seen the sun for a long time, it looks yellow, green, and soft.

One breath can almost break a waist.

It took nearly half an hour until it was completely dark before Mao Yuanyi sorted out an east wing room.

For a large bucket of well water, he began to wash rice and cook.

"Ma'am, do you want something like a candle?" Mao Yuanyi noticed that in the thatched cottage where the woman lived, there was no light at all.

"No, a blind man, light some lamp."

The woman said calmly.

"I cooked two extra bowls of millet porridge. When it's ready, I'll bring it to you." Standing in the desolate courtyard, Mao Yuanyi looked at the lights in the village in the distance, and said casually:
"Going out, I didn't bring much food, and the sesame oil and seasoning are not complete, Madam, let's make do with it."

After finishing speaking, he turned and entered the house, squatted in front of the stove, and quietly lit the fire.

In troubled times, it is already a blessing among misfortunes for Mao Yuanyi to have a mouthful of hot food, so he is in a very good mood at the moment.

"Bang" sounded.

Suddenly, several skinny men dressed as farmers, carrying sticks, knives and other things, came quickly to the small courtyard of Widow Li's house.

When entering the door.

A skinny man kicked the door panel, almost knocking down the remaining half of the wall.

"Hey, a horse!"

"Haha, those staying at Widow Li's house should be foreigners, Er Gouzi, go in and have a look."

"Hey, Boss Xiao, isn't your cottage just short of a war horse..."

……

Those skinny men dressed as farmers stood in the overgrown grassy yard, yelling loudly, talking about Mao Yuanyi's black horse unscrupulously, not caring about its owner at all.

A muffled sound.

The man who threw himself into the east wing flew out out of nowhere and lay flat on the ground without moving a muscle.

"Have hard claws?"

Several thin men looked at each other with surprise, but it was obvious that each of them was only slightly puzzled and surprised, and there was no other expression.

"Tiger Four, Zhang San, go in and play tricks!"

A man who looked like a leader squatted down, pawed the man lying in the grass, frowned slightly, stood up, and said loudly, "Which way should this dragon crossing the river go? Black or white?" of?

Do you want to come out for nothing? "

In the East Wing, Mao Yuanyi was holding a piece of firewood in his hand, adding firewood to the fire very seriously, ignoring the clamor of the man outside.

According to their behavior style, Mao Yuanyi roughly guessed that it should be a group of thieves and bandits from a nearby cottage, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to them.

"Hey, who are you? Did you get my brother Gou to fly out?"

"Bold and lunatic, how dare you be so presumptuous, you don't take our Erlong Mountain seriously!"

"Brother, he is looking for death, so let's just make it happen?"

"Okay, let's go up and do it together!"

The two men rushed over with their teeth and claws open, and they looked like they were robbing houses on weekdays, and they were used to the fighting style of bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and winning with more than less.

Mao Yuanyi shook his head secretly.

These little thieves, this time, probably have to suffer a little...

……

Suddenly, Mao Yuanyi raised his eyebrows.

This is, murderous!
Two extremely fierce murderous auras burst forth, and the staggering figures and footwork of the two men suddenly changed drastically when they approached Mao Yuanyi two or three steps away.

It was like two sharp knives.

In a flash, it stuck to Mao Yuanyi's body!

(End of this chapter)