I am the king of the dead

The No.20 Eighth Army of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army, although there were only four battalions in the early days of its establishment, it also had a pistol team of about 300 people.

This kind of super-intensive training suddenly stretched the output of Wang Gong's factory, and it is imperative to expand the production of the boiled salt camp.

"How is the preparation of the martial arts lecture hall in the capital?" Zhu Qiyu asked Xing'an to expand the scale of the boiled salt camp and write it in a memorandum. After Yu Qian, Minister of the Ministry of War, returned to Beijing, he would come up with specific regulations.

Xing'an searched for the message from the Ministry of War, shook his head and said, "Probably the list of the first batch of students has not been clarified yet, so it has not been sent for a long time."

"Didn't Zongbing Shi say to be ranked by merit?" Zhu Qiyu was stunned and asked with a frown.

Xing'an also said helplessly: "Shi Zongbing has the difficulties of Shi Zongbing, he is probably equal to Shao Bao returning to Beijing."

"It seems that Zongbing Shi can't handle this matter alone."

Zhu Qiyu let out a foul breath, knowing that the difficulty of this matter should be greater than what he imagined.

The first batch of students in the Jingshi Lecture Hall have a bright future and a promising future, which is predictable.

Therefore, the determination on this list is almost the focus of the game between the courtiers and their relatives, and he will approve it only after the game has a result.

The power to approve the list is in Zhu Qiyu's hands, and the supervisor of ceremonies will write the people of His Majesty's heart on it.

Zhu Qiyu changed into his normal clothes, followed Xing'an and Lu Zhong, and came to Wang Gong's factory in a big way again. He found Xu Siqi, carefully inspected the gunpowder storage, and then he nodded in satisfaction.

In the middle of the night, Yu Qian remembered that he hadn't inspected the gunpowder warehouse, so he wandered around all night.

Zhu Qiyu had just met the Assassin King Shajia and caught the culprit, so he went out for a walk again.

First, he wanted to tell the people in the capital that he was fine and could still walk on the imperial road on horseback.

Secondly, it also reassures the craftsmen of Wang Gong Factory.

In order to find Liu Yu's party, Lu Zhong spent a lot of time at Wang Gong's factory, and the craftsmen were terrified.

Zhu Qiyu walked out of the gate of Wang Gong's factory, and whispered a few times to Lu Zhong, Lu Zhong's face changed drastically.

"Your Majesty forgives the crime, but the minister refuses to obey the imperial edict." Lu Zhong directly condemned the head. His Majesty wanted to withdraw the Jinyiwei, and then the three of them walked together and walked around the capital.

Just happened such a major event as the assassination, His Majesty actually still retreated, and inspected Sifang again, he had no choice but to resist the order.

Zhu Qiyu flicked his sleeves, very upset.

"Is the capital a wild and wild place? People can live, but I can't?" Zhu Qiyu walked to the dismounting stone in dissatisfaction, and got on his horse.

Lu Zhong still persisted and said: "Your Majesty, with a body of ten thousand gold, how can you lightly venture into dangerous places? My minister, I will not obey the order."

In case His Majesty was assassinated again, even if he had ten heads, it would not be enough to chop off, and he would also harm his family.

Zhu Qiyu returned to Prince Ying's mansion, changed into ordinary clothes, and went out with Xing'an and Lu Zhong.

The courtiers of the Ming Dynasty have no right to stop the Emperor of Ming Dynasty from messing around. Zhu Qiyu is eloquent, and Lu Zhong is a warrior, how can he argue against Zhu Qiyu?

In the end, Lu Zhong arranged for more than a hundred Jinyiwei to accompany him as civilians, and Zhu Qiyu finally left the palace.

Why did Zhu Qiyu insist on going to Wang Gong's factory?Why insist on traveling in microservices?

The purpose is one, not to be locked in a cage.

The first time he suspected the courtier, he thought that the courtier was planning to use such things to discuss the matter of moving the palace.

Such a blatant assassination of the Ming Emperor, that is the old birthday star hanged himself and threw himself into the river, trying to seek death in a different way.

So easy to kill the Ming emperor?If only the bureaucrats of Ming Dynasty were so stupid, it would be fine.

To live in the imperial palace is to get into a big cage made by the clan etiquette. Once inside, a dragon has to coil up, a tiger has to lie on its stomach.

The emperors of the Ming Dynasty always escaped from that cage vaguely, but it was too strong.

Zhu Qiyu's incognito tour now shows an attitude.

It seems to be nonsense, but it is saying that no matter what, he will not be willing to be tied up.

An emperor is tied up, is that still an emperor?

Suave and suave, Mr. Pianpian.

The Ming Dynasty banned crossbows, armor, bows, and long and short soldiers. Walking on the street, you can occasionally see some people carrying swords.

The shops on both sides of the imperial road were quite lively. As the news of Ming's victory spread, the traveling merchants returned to the capital with their goods.

But it is still a bleak place, no longer the bustling scene of the past, most of the shops are closed, only some rice shops are still open, and some vendors are selling white radish and cabbage on the street.

"Your Majesty, ordinary people buy these radishes and cabbages at home. Those who are particularly particular will pickle them into pickles. Those who are more particular will make a cellar and put them in. Those who are not particular, dig a big pit, wrap the radishes and cabbages in sackcloth, and bury them go in."

"When eating, just dig it out." Xing'an explained in a low voice, has His Majesty seen such pickled radishes, hidden radishes and buried radishes?

"Won't it break?" Zhu Qiyu was taken aback, he could understand pickling, and he could also understand the cellar, but what's the point of burying it in the soil?

Xing'an nodded and said: "It will not be broken until the next spring."

Zhu Qiyu scratched his head, which can be regarded as gaining some insight.

He walked with his hands behind his back, shuttling through the streets of Daming, hearing the cries of the people shaking their tambourines and clappers, mixed with the cold wind was the scent of snacks, under the black-gray walls, occasionally There will be beggars begging.

The capital of the Ming Dynasty had two Sanatoriums and two Temples of East and West Shefan. As soon as winter came, there would be government servants all over the city to catch these beggars and throw them into the Sanatorium.

Under the emperor's chariot, how can "the rich wine and meat stink, and the road has frozen bones"?

In Du Fu's poems, Zhumen refers to famous families, but in the Ming Dynasty, this Zhumen is not just a famous family when interpreted.

Zhu Qiyu saw a yamen servant hiding at the corner of the street as if catching a thief, and suddenly rushed out, caught the beggar, held him on his shoulder, and went towards the nursing home regardless of the beggar's struggle.

"Entering the pass and planting the roots of Jinlu, lamenting that once the Great Song Dynasty was seized, remembering that the blood of the war is still new, and the hatred of the country is sealed..."

A section of drama suddenly reached Zhu Qiyu's ears.

"What is this?" Zhu Qiyu stopped and listened intently.

Chapter 1: Emperor's Resentment

"The kabuki in the teaching workshop are practicing vocal music." Xing'an stopped and listened for a long time, but what he heard was not very clear.

The capital of the Ming Dynasty had two Jiaofang divisions, one was Taichang Temple in Dongcheng, and the other was Jiaofang Division in Xicheng. Taichang Temple in Dongcheng was mainly composed of musicians and dancers, while Jiaofang was composed of musicians and prostitutes.

There are more than 900 musicians in Jiaofang alone. This number was less than [-] in the seventh year of Zhengtong. In just seven years, the number of musicians in Jiaofang has increased several times.

Zhu Qiyu was standing in the corner, listening to Le Sheng singing this unknown song.

"Singing in sorrow, family and country hate, blood and tears are printed all over the breasts. Painful to the ancestors, the ancestral tombs were not buried, and the precious candles were sacrificed in cold smoke, and no one asked."

The sound of the music suddenly rushed, and the sound of the drums was as dense as a shower. A sharp false male voice suddenly sounded high-pitched: "After the catastrophe, the emperor wants to be strong, frustrated, and misfortune. The country is in danger!"

"Jiangshan also has the surname of Zhao, but his appearance has changed from a different dress, ahhhhhhh!"

"The loyal ones, sprinkle green blood! Protect the family and the country, uphold loyalty! Resist captives and save the common people!"

When the music reached here, the sound slowed down slowly, and a feeling of sadness slowly spread. Zhu Qiyu stood still and looked at the high courtyard wall, watching the withered yellow leaves whirl in the strong wind On the sky.

Although the female voice is tactful, it is indescribably downcast, and although the male voice is strong, it is inexhaustible sadness.

This male voice is obviously a fake female voice, because this female voice is too crisp, even though it is intentionally thick, the mellowness can still be heard immediately.

"Sigh-pity... A group of traitors live in the temple, don't think about the country and only care about self-interest! Li Tong Jin captives, beheading famous officials! The Han Dynasty, they are controlled and suffer bad luck."

"Sigh, regret..."

Someone's voice could be heard vaguely, and the conversation was so low that Zhu Qiyu couldn't hear it clearly.

When he was listening to the song, Xing'an was not idle. He took out the letter card and walked into the Taichang Temple in Dongsi Hutong. Asked clearly.

But he miscalculated, the person who sang in Taichang Temple was not an actor, but a lady from a family.

But the people in Taichang Temple don't know exactly who it is.

Xing'an didn't dare to stay for a long time, His Majesty only had Lu Zhong by his side, if something happened to him, his guts would regret it.

He returned to Zhu Qiyu's side, bowed his head and said, "This song is called "Emperor Ji's Resentment"."

"When the two Songs communicated, Zhao Duofu, the daughter of Song Huizong, also known as Furou Diji, fled back to the Southern Song Dynasty after the shame of Jingkang. Yue Fei and other famous generals."

"Furou Emperor Ji Zhao Duofu was also killed by Song Gaozong in the second year after Yue Fei's death, so this song was composed." Xing'an handed the complete piece to Zhu Qiyu.

Zhu Qiyu stood under the tree. After reading it, he couldn't stop nodding. This word is well written!

"I listened to the Shengge again, Man Che Lin'an, but the emperor was in trouble, and I was also destined to perish!" Zhu Qiyu nodded repeatedly, saying that the merchant woman did not know the hatred of subjugation, but Zhu Qiyu looked at the songs sung by these actors with deep affection.

The demise of the Northern Song Dynasty led to the loss of the people in the Northland for hundreds of years.

Zhao Gou Pian'an Hundi killed Yue Fei, the famous general of the first Northern Expedition, and negotiated peace with all his strength, and finally the kingdom fell to Pian'an.

The words are good words, and they are sung with deep affection.

The Sixth Division of the Ming Dynasty died in the north, and the people of Oara took the Zijing Pass by clever means, and went straight to the city of the capital.

But when the actors sang the "Emperor Ji's Resentment" in the Northern Song Dynasty, weren't they expressing their fear of the fall of the capital?

Fortunately, Daming also has Yu Qian, and fortunately, Daming also has Zhu Qiyu.

A pretty little girl poked her head out from the courtyard wall, saw Zhu Qiyu, and said with puffy cheeks: "I said someone was talking, but my sister said no."

"Where did the handsome student come from! We sang at Taichang Temple, and my lady, at Zuo Si Nanying, didn't even sing for princes and generals. After listening to it like this, do you show something?"

Hey, the land in the capital actually dared to rob the emperor. This is really the first time the sun rises in the west.

A crisp voice like a warbler suddenly sounded inside the courtyard wall: "Hugh is talking nonsense, the officials outside the courtyard, sister-in-law is abrupt, I hope the officials will forgive me."

Zhu Qiyu said cheerfully: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

That crisp voice immediately became much more severe: "If you don't come down, you're fooling around. When you're young, you won't be afraid to fall down and break your legs."

The play of the sisters came from the courtyard, and Zhu Qiyu walked forward with his hands behind his back. The 24 steps of the Jingshi Street and the [-] steps of the alley are like a chessboard, and the road is still very long.

At this time, Yu Qian had to stop in Weizhou. Halfway through the journey, his horse finally fell crookedly in the heavy snow and never stood up again.

The old horse knows the way. This horse, which has been with him for more than ten years, has traveled north and south, seen the endless torrential flow of the Yangtze River, and the turbulent waves of the Yellow River. outside.

This old horse finally died of exhaustion on the road.

Yu Qian ordered the horse to be slaughtered, made sausages, stewed some horse meat, and distributed it to the accompanying sergeants.

The horse meat was resistant to hunger and cold, and the journey was quite exhausting. He killed the fallen horse and distributed it to the soldiers, leaving only a bone, which was burned into ashes and scattered on the vast snow field outside the Great Wall.

He is a very practical person, horses, cattle and sheep, chickens, dogs and hogs, these six animals are raised by people.

Since it is dead, the meat naturally cannot be wasted.

"Shaobao, would you like some?" A guard in Jinyi asked cheerfully.

Yu Qian shook his head, pointed to his mask, and said with a smile: "The Holy Majesty said that you can't take it off, you just eat it. When you are old, horse meat is too woody to chew."

Tiqi are all warriors, horses are precious to everyone when they are alive, and everyone eats them when they are dead.

Jin Yiwei feasted, rubbed his bones, and said vaguely: "Young Shaobao is joking. I saw Yu Shaobao eating five bowls of rice two days ago. It's when the sword is still young!"

Yu Qian shook his head and tightened his cloak. Weizhou is only one day away from Zijingguan, and Zijingguan is only one day away from the capital.

It was snowing heavily outside the Great Wall again, and the snowflakes were flying all over the sky. The whole land and sky became one, a vast expanse of whiteness.

Envoys Yue Qian and Ji Duo were blocked in Datong Mansion by the heavy snow. Once they left the city, they would lose their way due to such thick snow.

But they still set off resolutely, they have the emperor's order, and they must not make mistakes.

The auspicious snow heralds a good year, as long as it is not the snow that falls in the cold spring after the beginning of spring, Yu Qian is full of joy for the snow.

The locusts were frozen to death, and after the snow melted, irrigation in the coming year would not be a problem.

Kyushu outside the mountains will definitely be a bumper harvest year. This is the best news for Kyushu outside the mountains, which has already suffered from military disasters.

The farm method that His Majesty wants to get, after Yu Qian has gone all the way, he has slowly pondered a lot of ideas. Whether these ideas can be used and whether they are good or not, they have to be implemented before they can see the effect.

As for His Majesty's eagerness to restore the strength of the Beijing camp, increase the training of sergeants, expand the output of the boiled salt camp, and suspend the production of new gunpowder by the Jiuzhen Military Supervision, and the elimination of redundant officials and redundant personnel, Yu Qian has no objection to these, and even strongly supports them.

These are all good to say.

He even said that Yue Qian's matter at hand was not a big deal.

Zuo Zuo is just an emperor, if he can survive, then send another group of people.

Yu Qian is full of worries, obviously there are bigger things waiting for him.

The Beijing Master's lecture hall is a big deal, and Yang Hong has done a good job in organizing the matter, but the list has not been fully confirmed for a long time.

The nobles, relatives, civil servants, and military generals in the capital, in this list, exhausted all their strengths in the game, and every place was contested with red faces and thick necks.

"Sigh-pity, a group of traitors live in the temple, not thinking about the country and only thinking about self-interest."

Yu Qian sighed heavily. He naturally knew that "Emperor Ji's Resentment" had been spread all over the country since the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, and even some children could hum a few lines.