First Minister of Ming Dynasty

Zhang Ximeng was thinking deeply, but Zhu Chongba had already turned his head, led a horse, and came to Zhang Ximeng.

"Sir, it's time to go."

Zhang Ximeng was taken aback for a moment, and the next second he suddenly lifted up his robe and knelt down on his knees.

Zhu Zhongba was startled, and hurriedly helped Zhang Ximeng to get up, but Zhang Ximeng knelt firmly.

"The present is different from the past, and from now on, it will not be the same as before. It's better to change this name." After Zhang Ximeng finished speaking, he raised his head and said seriously: "My lord, please accept my obeisance!"

Faced with Zhang Ximeng's big ceremony, Zhu Chongba was the most caught off guard... He regarded Zhang Ximeng as half a teacher!

"Get up, get up!"

Zhang Ximeng knelt still, but at this time Tang He also knelt down, followed by Fei Ju!

"Meet the superior!"

The two continued the way the army called their superiors and shouted together.

Facing the three people, Zhu Chongba felt a surge of heat all over his body. At this moment, it was indeed different from before.He stretched out his hands to help them up one by one, and said with emotion: "You will not let us down, and we will not let you down!"

Chapter 26 Emperor Pattern

Surrounded by several people, Lao Zhu led his troops and continued towards Linhuai Town.

The sound of horseshoes and the strong wind, it's just that everyone's mind is different.

Needless to say, Zhang Ximeng, Lao Zhu developed independently, and his future is bright. His stage is broadened all of a sudden, his road is widened, and his mood is better. Happy……

Tang He and Fei Ju couldn't think of so much, they just thought that Zhu Chongba was much better than Guo Zixing, and they had a future with him.Moreover, they are still from the same hometown, and Tang He has played with Lao Zhu since childhood, and is closer than others. If there is any good thing, he will not treat them badly.

I'd rather be a chicken's mouth than a cow's queen.

What a man wants is to be happy!

Compared to their joy, Zhu Chongba frowned slightly, lost in thought.

What Zhang Ximeng talked about was just the general direction.

If you want to really gain a firm foothold, lay down a territory, and develop your own strength, you still need too much effort and luck.Others don't talk about it. Han Shantong caused an incident and had his head beheaded by the county government. Xuzhou's Sesame Plum was finished in a few months, and Nanyang's Bu Wangsan was the same.

Even the first step may not be able to take it, let alone the next thing.

Subordinates don't have to think about it, but they can't think about it when they are superior.

With the defeat of Jia Lu, even if Yuan Ting wanted to counterattack, he had to dispatch troops. It would take a few months, and it was hard to say whether he would be able to dispatch troops again because of the flames of war.

For them right now, the biggest threat is not Yuan Ting, but Guo Zixing!

In terms of status, Guo Zixing is still the Marshal of the Haozhou Red Scarf, and Zhu Chongba is just his subordinate.

In terms of friendship, Guo Zixing married his adoptive daughter to Zhu Chongba, and he has the grace of knowing him.

No matter what nasty things Guo Zixing and his precious son Guo Tianxu did, these two things are irrefutable.

Zhu Chongba wants to develop independently, so he must not tear himself apart with Guo Zixing, face each other with swords and soldiers, and fight to the death... Not to mention that Guo Zixing has a lot of troops, Zhu Chongba is not an opponent at all.

Just the crime of falling out with his father-in-law and his son-in-law devouring the master can make Zhu Chongba notorious.

Some people may think that in a troubled world, all kinds of weird and unethical things may happen, as long as they are strong enough, they don't need to care about the worldly eyes, they can do anything, and don't care about any despicable means.

But in fact, those who achieve great things must win the hearts of the people and win the support of the majority of people. Not only the power, but also the character and conduct must stand up and be recognized by the common people.

As a superior person, any action may bring unexpected consequences... Cao Cao slaughtered the city and killed it happily, but he didn't know that his actions forced a young man to leave his hometown and go to Nanyang to farm. This young man became the nightmare of Wei State later ...Prime Minister Zhuge.

It is true that Emperor Wu of Wei caused disasters to his descendants.

May I ask, at the very beginning of starting a business, he had a falling out with his father-in-law and benefactor, and he was accused of being ungrateful, how could he still get the sincerity of a hero?

So this time for independent development, not only can't fall out with Guo Zixing, but even rely on Guo Dashuai's name, pull the banner to be a tiger's skin, in order to gain a firm foothold.

But then again, Guo Zixing is not a magnanimous person, they have already fallen out, Zhu Chongba thought to put aside Marshal Guo, why would Marshal Guo help you?

Isn't this a dream?

Maybe Guo Zixing has dispatched troops to kill Lao Zhu.

"Old man Jia Lu has caused harm to the people, and everyone in the world scolds him. This time we captured the old man and gave it to the commander in return. It is considered a gift from us to the commander." Old Zhu said in a deep voice.

Tanghe and Fei Ju had nothing to say. If allowed, they would rather kill Jia Lu with their own hands and make the old man into meat slices.

Zhang Ximeng sighed slightly, a genius in flood control died just like that.

"My lord, can you let me talk to Jia Lu?"

Zhu Zhongba was stunned, "What are you talking about? Are you going to persuade him to surrender?"

Zhang Ximeng smiled wryly and shook his head, "I don't have that ability, I just want to ask Jia Lu for his manuscript on flood control."

"Why do you want this?" Zhu Chongba asked.

Zhang Ximeng said: "Although the current governance of the river has disrupted the world of Dayuan, this flooded Yellow River will be governed sooner or later. But in this world, there is no one who can control the river in a hundred years. My name is Jia Luba His experience is preserved, and when the world is peaceful in the future, the Lord will be able to control the river again."

Zhu Chongba was startled when he heard this... Will he also control the river in the future?Also mobilize hundreds of thousands of people, laboring people and wasting money?

Zhu Chongba shook his head, he would not do the matter of the subjugation of the Yuan Dynasty...but just as he shook his head, Zhu Chongba noticed the Huaihe River not far away.

The turbid current was turbulent, roaring and rolling, like an old dragon.

He remembered that Zhang Ximeng said that the Yellow River did not burst suddenly today, but since the Northern Song Dynasty, it has continuously changed its course and burst its embankment.

In particular, the Yellow River goes south to seize the Huaihe River. The Yellow River is large and the Huaihe River is small. During the rainy season, the river water surges, and it is very easy to burst and flood... From this point of view, the management of the Yellow River is really an unavoidable thing.

"Sir, we have heard people say that most of the emperors have lost their morals, and the treacherous and sycophant in the court are in power, so natural disasters and man-made disasters continue. If the king has the right way and God blesses him, surely the world will be smooth and smooth?" Zhu Chongba stared at it. The torrential Huaihe River said with a little thought.

Zhang Ximeng couldn't help being startled, and said in a loud voice: "If you are really kind, why should you harm the people, you should send down lightning strikes, and strike the foolish king of Dadu!"

Zhu Chongba was startled, and couldn't help reining in his horse... Zhang Ximeng continued: "It is recorded in the annals that Dayu controlled the floods. He went through the house three times but never entered. After thirteen years of hard work, hundreds of rivers flowed eastward, and the people of the Li people were spared the suffering of the flood. I don’t see the heavens making a move, digging mountains and rivers!”

Zhu Chongba took a deep breath and couldn't help but nodded vigorously, that's true.

"It's not easy to control the water, sir, go ask Jia Lu!"

While talking, they had already arrived in Linhuai... This is a small town. Due to the war, most of the people have already run away, and the remaining residents are very few. Eighty percent of the houses are empty, and Fei Ju just happened to take over .

Jia Lu was imprisoned in a washhouse, and there were eight civilian men recruited by Zhang Ximeng, who guarded him carefully.

Zhang Ximeng came in after asking.

What surprised him was that Jia Lu was not panicked, and he was even more energetic. He raised his head and said calmly, "But are you going to send this old man on his way?"

Zhang Ximeng didn't answer his words, but cupped his hands, "Wansheng was lucky enough to collect some old gentleman's manuscripts in the army, among which the discussion on water control is quite brilliant. I came here this time to ask for advice."

Jia Lu looked weird, and couldn't help laughing: "The red scarf thief, someone wants to control the water. I thought everyone in the world thought that it was a great sin to waste the people and money!"

Zhang Ximeng's voice was low, and he recited aloud: "It is said that the river died in the Sui Dynasty, and it has been relying on Tongbo for thousands of miles. If there is no dragon boat event in the water palace, Gong Yu's merits will not be much." Zhang Ximeng read a poem praising the Grand Canal. , sighed: "How many things are all suffering for future generations, and the merits will last forever!"

Jia Lu nodded slightly, "You are young, but you have some knowledge. Among the red scarf thieves, there is you..." Suddenly, he struggled to prop up his upper body on his elbows, and stared at Zhang Ximeng.

"You, do you know Zheng Sixiao? Lu Fangweng, Wen Tianxiang, you told those red scarf thieves, right?" Jia Lu was emotional, his old face flushed red, he always thought that there were tall people in the city, but he never expected it , is actually an underage boy!

"who are you?"

Zhang Ximeng sighed, "It's okay to tell you, my surname is Zhang and my name is Ximeng."

"Zhang Ximeng?" Jia Lu frowned and murmured, "Why is it the same as Mr. Yunzhuang's? He is my mentor!"

"Mr. Yunzhuang is your mentor?"

"When I was compiling history, Mr. Yun Zhuang raised a lot of points, especially when it came to poetry, and he didn't hesitate to give me advice. However, the old man has no talent, and he failed the good intentions of the master."

Zhang Ximeng saw that Jia Lu didn't seem to be lying, and said slowly: "I am Mr. Yunzhuang's grandnephew. My father named me after his old man's name at the beginning. He wanted me to learn from his old man's name. Now that I think about it, it's too abrupt. Grandparents, blame my father for being ridiculous, he really can't do it." Zhang Ximeng saw that middle-aged scholar who was a bit pedantic and naive again, and his heart sank.

"Oh?"

Jia Lu was startled, and hurriedly asked: "Then, what about your father? He is in Haozhou City?"

Zhang Ximeng shook his head, "No, he has already died in the hands of the Tartars!"

Jia Lu was stunned for a moment, lay heavily on the bed, raised his head, gasped for breath, and said in pain and helplessness after a long while: "From this point of view, the Great Yuan Dynasty should perish!" Then Jia Lu said again: "I still have some at home. Manuscript collection, I will write a letter, you can send someone to my home to pick it up. It is better to give it to you than to be ruined by ignorant people."

Zhang Ximeng nodded. He didn't expect it to go so smoothly. He wanted to say something, but Jia Lu had already closed his eyes.

"This old man has committed serious crimes in serving Yuan Ting. No matter how he ends up, it is a matter of course. You don't have to worry about me."

What else can Zhang Ximeng say, but he got up and wanted to get a pen and paper. At this moment, Zhu Chongba suddenly came in from outside. He glanced at Jia Lu, turned to Zhang Ximeng and said, "Find a good doctor. Cure Lord Jia's illness!"

Zhang Ximeng was surprised, didn't he just say that he would dedicate it to Guo Zixing?

Zhu Chongba smiled, "We just thought about it again, to achieve great things, we must have talents! Even if this talent has some bad things, we can only bear it."

Chapter 27 Great Official Position

After Zhu Chongba finished speaking with Zhang Ximeng, he took the initiative to approach Jia Lu and bowed deeply.

"Master Jia, we won't talk about anything else. We just know that the construction of the river is a thousand-year project and a major event for the benefit of future generations. We can't do without Mr. Jia. I hope that Mr. Jia can look at the face of the common people and help us!"

Old Zhu clasped his fists together, but Jia Lu didn't respond at all, and just left Zhu Chongba aside, making Lao Zhu extremely embarrassed, which was too embarrassing.

Seeing this, Zhang Ximeng was furious.He also cherishes Jia Lu's talent, but if you don't know what to do, you can't blame me.

"Lord Jia, my father named me after Mr. Yun Zhuang, but it's not because he is absurd, but because he wants to tell future generations that, like Mr. Yun Zhuang, if he devotes himself to saving the people, he will end up in a miserable and exhausting end." My father wanted his descendants to never serve as officials to the Yuan court, and the Yuan Dynasty did not need a second Zhang Ximeng! It's just that no one expected that the Yuan court's short life was already precarious and precarious."

Jia Lu listened silently, Zhang Yanghao's death really made many Han officials sad... The old man was going to Shaanxi to relieve the famine, and he gave food to the living people he encountered along the way, and buried them when he encountered corpses.

Raising food, relief victims, going to the temple to pray for rain, begging to God, and dealing with corrupt officials, landlords and gentry of the Yuan court, after a few months, the rain came, the people's work was done, and the old man was completely exhausted , died in office.

The famous Hillside Sheep was written by Zhang Yanghao on his way to Shaanxi, passing through Tongguan.

Prosperity, the people suffer, and the dead people suffer!

The teacher ended up like this, his nephew died in the hands of Yuan Bing, and his grandnephew fell into the red scarf thieves... Faced with this situation, Jia Lu really couldn't pretend.

He can be honest with Zhu Chongba, but he can't be serious with Zhang Ximeng, after all, it depends on the old man's face!

"Hey, it's not that the old man doesn't know how to praise, but he is really sick and dying. Seventy percent of what I have learned all my life is on water control. It's just that I opened the river according to the order and made the sky angry. Is it a merit or a fault? I can't tell. The world is in chaos now, how can we return to peace within a few decades? Even if the old man can survive this illness, I'm afraid he won't have a good life for a few years."

Jia Lu raised his head, glanced at Zhu Chongba, and then sighed slightly, "You keep saying that the common people live in the Li people, but you rebelled against the imperial court, causing boundless wars, and the world is constantly fighting, how can you be worthy of the common people?"

Zhu Chongba sullenly glared at Jia Lu.

Jia Lu didn't mean to be afraid at all, but just smiled lightly, "Since you have nothing to say, don't say more."

Zhang Ximeng didn't like to listen, and wanted to refute, but Zhu Chongba waved his hand.

He walked up to Jia Lu and smiled coldly, "Does the old man think we don't know the sufferings of the common people? Let me tell you, not only do we know, but we are soaked in Coptis chinensis water!"

Zhu Chongba stared ahead, biting his teeth slightly.

"Eight years ago, there was a drought and a plague... the fields had no harvest, the landlord of the government, and Cui Liang, who came to the door, our father was sick and afraid... died. Then our eldest brother also died, the eldest son of the eldest brother , and our mother!" Zhu Chongba clenched his fists, "In less than 20 days, four relatives died, and we and our second brother were left. If we wanted to bury our parents, there was no coffin, so we had to pick up a broken coffin. Cloth. If you want to be buried, there must be a piece of land. We and the second brother kowtowed from house to house, begging! Just so that parents can be buried in peace!"

When Zhu Chongba told about his experience, Jia Lu was dumbfounded. In an instant, his family was ruined and his family was destroyed. It was really tragic.

"No wonder you rebelled against the court, it's justifiable!"

"Wrong!" Zhu Chongba suddenly sternly said, "No! We didn't! At that time, we only wanted to live. We went to the temple and served monks as servants, just for a bite of food!"

Jia Lu was startled, and asked in confusion, "Buddhism is vast, so it can't accommodate you?"

Zhu Chongba sneered, "Buddhism? It's just a tyrant in a monk's robe! We only ate rice for a month, and then we were kicked out... We wandered outside for three years, sleeping in the wilderness, and were robbed by wild dogs. Later We went back to the temple and continued to do coolies for another four years."

Jia Lu listened carefully, feeling a little sympathy in his heart, this man's luck is too bad.

"You are indeed suffering, but you are rebelling with the red scarf, it seems that you are born rebellious!"

"You are wrong again!"

Zhu Chongba sneered and said: "When we arrived at that time, we didn't intend to rebel... But the officers and soldiers looted everywhere, that is, the one who didn't spend anything, led his troops, burned our temple, and gave us our last place to stay. It's ruined, what do you want us to do?"

Jia Lu was startled suddenly, then showed a horrified expression, and couldn't help coughing... It took a long time for Jia Lu to regain his composure, but his face was pale and haggard.

He shook his head in a daze, and asked himself, if it were him, it would have been the opposite.

It is said that there are red scarves everywhere, but how many people like Zhu Chongba were forced out by Yuan Ting?

Self-inflicted can't live!

Yuan Ting is really at the end, he deserves to die!

"It's the old man's superficiality." Jia Lu sighed, "It's just that you can save the people and bring peace by killing people and rebelling?" What can a group of local thieves do?

Zhu Zhongbalang said: "We have already thought about it, we must train strong soldiers, give the people land and acres, abolish exorbitant taxes, and strengthen the soldiers to save the people!"

Jia Lu was shocked. Although he didn't say much, the meaning behind it was extraordinary!