Han’s Son is Not a Slave

"Only when Xiucai becomes the emperor can the brothers sleep peacefully. The first time we saw Xiucai in Daqiao Mountain, we knew that you are a person who values ​​love and righteousness, so we don't worry that you will be another Hongwu emperor. , even if Xiucai really thinks us old brothers are annoying, we can get rid of our armies and return to the field. Don't you often say that Zhao Heizi will release the military power without dangling in front of you? When the time comes, you will give us more money for Xiucai, and I can't guarantee others. Anyway, my bald boy, Jiang, stays in Qinhuai River every day to drink and have fun with those brothel women, and I will never cause you trouble in the court. When I get tired of playing, I will marry a wife to pass on to my old Jiang family, so as to avoid my dead old man. Dad called me this unfilial son in a dream in the middle of the night."

After finishing speaking, Jiang He burst into laughter, his smile was hearty and sincere. He was a little proud, and felt that he could talk to His Royal Highness King Qi about the prostitutes of the Qinhuai River here, and it was a matter of face. If this scholar is willing to be the emperor, it will not be a good story after thousands of years. He doesn't care what the literati think, he only cares about whether he is living happily and comfortably. His philosophy of being a man is that whoever makes me have a bad life, I will make it difficult for me.

"Xiusai, I know you are bothering me to persuade you to be emperor every day. You want to be a great loyal minister, but have you ever thought about it? For thousands of years, people in this world have been proud of reading and proud of the disciples of Confucius. In their eyes, the big boss is just a chamber pot. When you use it, you can urinate it. When you don't need it, you can throw it under the bed, or even throw it out and smash it. Therefore, we can't be this chamber pot, we have to kill it. Come on, we can't let the nerds hold us in the palms of our hands and knead them at will! Why did this Ming Dynasty die? Isn't it just in the hands of the scholars! If the scholars are still in charge, I think this Ming Dynasty will be finished!"

Guo Xiong laughed and said, "The bald man's words are in my heart, Xiucai, you brought our brothers to restore Daming again, since Luo Ding, how many people have we died? Boss Hu, Qin Brother, how many Ge Laowu were left when they went down the mountain together? Isn’t that the only one left of us! As I said, this Dingwu Dynasty was guaranteed by our brothers. Without us, he would be the **** of Emperor Dingwu. No! So the person in charge has to be a scholar, not his Zhu family, nor those scholars! Of course, our brothers can't handle things. Hey, we brothers don't put money on the face, this is really impossible."

Zhou Shixiang also laughed. For a long time, he didn't get together with these old brothers to talk heartily. Although he had always refused to be emperor, he had to say that Jiang and their worries were justified. If they really die, maybe their fate will be miserable. This cannot be transferred by human power, but can be changed. In the Taiping Army, there is no one who can have his own authority and appeal, not even Song Xianggong. The Taiping Army is a hodgepodge, a group that has been regrouped by multiple forces. Once the most powerful person in this group is gone, the group The interior will inevitably disintegrate and divide into several different forces. At that time, the imperial power and the civil officials will definitely put their tentacles in. In the end, these simple men are destined to die miserably. Thousands of years of history in China have told the world everything, playing tricks and tricks, warriors have never been the opponents of literati, and literati, in the face of aliens, they are born with bones.

It is said that aliens are afraid of majesty but not virtue, so why are these literati? Everything they learned was wrong from the very beginning. The idea of ​​civility, nobleness and military inferiority was deeply ingrained in their minds, and in the minds of every Han Chinese. This will inevitably lead to no strong warriors to speak for the warriors, and the literati will definitely counterattack. Change the way to elevate the status of civil servants and degrade those warriors who have sweated and shed blood for the country. In the end, the **** nature of the dynasty was castrated, and the policy of the dynasty became pragmatic and unrealistic, resulting in the destruction of the Han dynasty time and time again.

Every reborn Han dynasty was built by warriors. Bloody warriors are the greatest wealth and the most precious wealth of the Han nation!

Whether it is a country or a nation, the driving force for civilization to advance is because of interests, not morality and preaching.

Without interests, this country, this nation is a stagnant water, everyone is just a corpse, only thinking about their own interests, not the interests of the nation and the country.

If you want to change all this, there is only one way, that is, the combination of civil and military, and the separation of civil and military. What the literati did, to a certain extent, was because of the need of imperial power. Zhou Shixiang felt that if he was proclaimed emperor, he could change all of this, but who could guarantee that his descendants would not overthrow what his "Taizu" did because of the needs of imperial power. Just like the national policy formulated by Emperor Hongwu, wasn't it also completely overthrown by his descendants? Now, does any of the people dare to tie up corrupt officials into Beijing?

People die, the government rests, and people take tea to cool. This is the death cycle of the monarchy.

Zhou Shixiang didn't want to go back to this old path, but the reality forced him to think about this question—how to protect the interests of these old brothers who are fighting the world with him to the greatest extent, and how to ensure that after his death, the Ming Dynasty would not go back old road.

Ge Yidao: "Xiusai, don't think we are telling lies~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In fact, you should know very well that we have no ambitions and we are today thanks to you. Without you, we would Now most of them are still nesting in the big bowl of Daqiao Mountain to eat wine and meat, and what kind of Houbo will be. At this stage, we are not thinking about big ambitions. We still only consider our own interests. Frankly speaking, we I don't want to die. Therefore, we can only let go of this worry if you are called the emperor. Then we will fight whoever you ask us to kill; we will kill whoever you ask us to kill. We don't care, we don't understand it anyway, but you can't let those literati take care of us, then we can't stand this useless feeling."

"In other words, you must insist on making me emperor?" Zhou Shixiang sighed secretly.

Ge Yi said decisively: "Yes, if you become the emperor, we will be at ease! If you are not right, we will be very panicked!"

Wang Fuchen also said: "The commander is the emperor, and the three armies will all refuse to accept it. If anyone dares to object, the general will be willing to be a pioneer and pacify them!"

"Whether it's Man Tartar, King Jin, Yanping, or Zhu Youlang or Wu Sangui, as long as the commander gives an order, I will go through fire and water to pacify them!"

Ge Yi, Tie Yi, Jiang and they all stood up and knelt in front of Zhou Shixiang, and said in unison: "Please be the emperor!"

Looking at the generals who persuaded them to enter, Zhou Shixiang was very distressed. He was unwilling to agree, and could not bear to refuse, which chilled their hearts.

Tie Yi said, "Like the Zhao family and treat the Zhu family kindly."

"Get up, now is not the time to talk about this. No matter whether I become emperor or not, I will destroy Mantartar. Besides, I don't want to be the second Sun Kewang." After speaking, Zhou Shixiang said again: "This Ming Dynasty , can't die." (To be continued.)