Mystery Makes Me Strong

In a big city somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River, there are thousands of miles of poplar flowers, and hundreds of generations have passed by.

Somewhere on a painting boat, literati and poets splash ink, sing the wind and praise the moon, listen to music and massage, so happy.

Suddenly someone said: "I heard no, the Heavenly Sacred Army of the Demon Sect has already conquered ten cities and is about to attack Jiangnan!"

"It's strange, why don't the big factions take action?" A young man waved his fan without worry.

"The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind. The Demon Cult is just a pioneer. Those big factions are all cunning and cunning. How did the Great Yan Dynasty be established? Didn't they choose the most promising force and support it?" Someone shook his head.

He is a middle-aged literati, his clothes are ordinary, even a little old, but clean.

"Oh, Brother Li, I know a lot. The night is just right. How about telling everyone about the general trend of the world and which faction is most likely to be selected by them?" Someone ordered a jug of good wine for the middle-aged literati, and said.

"That's good," the literati immediately became interested after eating their stomachs together, "It is said that the world will be divided if it is united for a long time. Now the world of Great Yan is close to three hundred, and it is time to separate again."

"There are tartars in the north, thieves in the west, demon cult in the middle, and chieftains in the south. Flowers bloom in all directions, and the five directions are unstable. Although the government is trying its best to rule it, but there are too many obstacles, what can I do?"

"Then, can Dayan be rejuvenated?" Someone asked expectantly.

"Da Yan can't be revived. There are too many causes and effects, too deep grievances, heavy taxes, and corrupt officials. The martial arts faction will no longer support him. A few days ago, assassins appeared in the palace. It was their handwriting." The literati shook his head.

"Oh, and this? We haven't even heard of it."

"Hehe, I only heard about this from an old friend in Beijing. In the palace, masters come and go freely, how can the emperor sit still?"

"So, with so many problems, it seems that the Great Yan Dynasty is coming to an end!" Someone said sadly.

"In Brother Li's opinion, why did the Great Flame fall to such a low level?" Someone asked again.

"Alas, the death of the Great Yan is due to the administration of officials. Officials are like human teeth. When they are born again, they are as white as jade and are very strong; after eleven or two years, they are contaminated by all kinds of filth and gradually decay and shake. Thirty or forty years , falling one by one, seventy or eighty years old, there are not many left." The literati surnamed Li sighed.

"Brother Li's metaphor is excellent. Just like Hong Zhifu in our city, he did a lot of good things when he first came; Money is useless."

"Well, there is no one whose teeth are indestructible. Unless one is extremely cautious, there will be no immortality in this dynasty." Everyone shook their heads.

"Yes, yes, it is not easy for Dayan to persist for three hundred years."

"It's all the fault of corrupt officials."

At this time, the owner of the painting boat laughed out: "Everyone, let's not talk about the court, we only eat food, drink wine, and listen to music!"

"You layman, I, Dayan, never shut up my words. I'm not those savages. What are you afraid of?" The literati surnamed Li drank too much, ignored the kindness of the boat master, and said loudly, "Just now there is a brother Ask me, which one will the martial arts faction choose, I will not tell you, I will tell everyone right now, this time, they will choose Tartar!"

"Why?" Everyone was shocked!

"That's right, even if they have a blood feud with the Demon Cult, they won't choose the Heavenly Holy Army, but they can still choose a feudal town, or a bandit? Why is it Tartar?"

"Since the barbarians entered our land of Longhan, they have been Hu Han. Now that the power of the Han has passed, it is naturally the turn of the Hu people." The literati surnamed Li shook his head.

"This, this is too unreasonable, there must be one, two, three?" Someone still questioned.

They can't accept being ruled by the shameful Tartars, and they have to kneel down as slaves, and it is said that they have to cut their hair.

It was simply unbearable.

"You really want to know?" The literati surnamed Li looked at them with pity.

"Want to know."

"For wine, good wine, from 1582!" said the literati surnamed Li.

"Brother Li, what does 1582 mean?"

"Hey, ignorant and incompetent, this is the way of Westerners to remember the year. It is simple and convenient, and it is much more convenient than the Jiazi Year, which is the wine in the end of the year." The literati surnamed Li laughed.

"Okay, Brother Li, tell me quickly, don't drink."

"Okay, have you read XX's "On Human Soil"? A family of five, after four or five generations, can multiply into a family of one hundred, but the land does not increase. The whole family is safe and sound?"

"Who can solve it? A saint? An emperor?"

Literati surnamed Li looked around.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, shaking their heads in silence.

"Can you improve the land property?"

"The land property can be increased a little, can it be increased by twenty times?"

Everyone shook their heads. They were all landlords. Everyone knew that even if an acre of dry land was turned into irrigated land, the yield would only be doubled. How could it be twenty times?

"Then Brother Li thinks, how to solve it?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"The barbarian's knife." The literati surnamed Li said coldly.

"This, this, is too cruel, ten rooms and nine empty rooms!"

"So that's how it is. Listening to your words is better than reading a hundred years of books. I've woken up!" A student cried bitterly.

"That's right, in the Four Books and Five Classics, how can such a truth be said? Brother Li, you are truly a peerless talent, why doesn't the court use you?" Someone said aggrievedly for him.

"Hehe, those supervisors understand this truth. Killing people is like grass. Those supervisors who think that suppression is better than comfort understand this truth. It's just that the sages rule the world with benevolence and filial piety. Who will say it? Let me say it. It's a big treason, how could it be used by the court? I didn't cut off my head, the court is already magnanimous." The literati surnamed Li fell on the table.

"Oh, I didn't expect that I've been confused for most of my life, and I only heard the real truth today. This brother is really as talented as Zhuge. It's a pity, a pity." An old man sighed.

"So, in this land of the south of the Yangtze River, will we kill 90% of the people in the future?" Someone panicked.

"If you want to settle down, I'm afraid it is." The old man sighed.

"What should I do? Is there a paradise in the world?"

"Let's live in seclusion in the mountains and wait until the world is peaceful before coming out."

"It's not easy to live in seclusion in the deep mountains. I have a friend who wanted to be a hermit in the mountains, but when winter came, he got cold and couldn't find a doctor in the deep mountains, so he died of illness."

"Boat on the sea?"

"The sea is not a good place to go. I also had a friend who wanted to take refuge in the sea, but encountered a storm on the road and was drowned."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what should we do?"

"It's very simple, take refuge in the person with the knife in advance."

"Oh, so you want to seek refuge with the Tartars?"

"No, not necessarily. Brother Li said that whoever can make a knife will be selected by the big faction and win the world. Hu people are cruel and born with swords, so they will be selected by the big faction."

"Understood, I'm going to seek refuge with the bandits, let them kill more, kill more people, kill ten rooms and nine empty rooms, and naturally the world will be peaceful." Someone vented.

"I'll go and see the Heavenly Holy Army. They don't kill people. Why can they still stabilize the county?"