Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

In winter, the ground is so hard that Gao Yingxiang has to use all his strength to dig.

Gao Yingxiang stood at the bottom of the pit, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then crawled out of the pit.

Gao Yingxiang looked at the darkened sky and at the corpse of the big man who had rescued him before.

"San'er, for saving my life, I will never forget my surname Gao. From now on, I will burn paper money for you every year during the Ching Ming Festival, and please stay there to bless elder brother."

Gao Yingxiang kowtowed three times to the big man's corpse, and said with a crying tone: "San'er, I'm sorry, please forgive me for burying you with these bastards. In the future, if my brother becomes prosperous, he will definitely do it for you." You build a tall mausoleum."

Gao Yingxiang wiped the tears from his face, picked up the corpse of the big man on the ground, and threw it into the dug earth pit.

As the soil kept filling the pit, Gao Yingxiang knew that he would never turn back in his life.

Gao Yingxiang stepped on the filled pit, and then poured several basins of cold water on it.

In this cold winter night, within a few hours, the soil on the pit will be frozen solid.

Gao Yingxiang cleaned up the blood on the ground, put on clean clothes, and found a fairly normal horse in the stable.

Gao Yingxiang took out a bag of bean feed from the house, mixed it with hot salt water, and poured it into the manger.

A quarter of an hour later, Gao Yingxiang led the horse and opened the back door.

Gao Yingxiang looked at the familiar environment, and suddenly a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

From now on, don't get rich, don't return home.

Gao Yingxiang sat on the horse with the blood-stained iron ruler hanging around his waist. He looked back at the familiar thatched cottage for the last time, whipped the whip in his hand, and disappeared into the winter night.

The night became thicker, and darkness ruled the entire sky.

The waning moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds, covering the last ray of light between heaven and earth.

A piece of snowflakes came from the cloud, and moved towards the ground with a pure white color, trying to use this piece of whiteness to change the darkness of the ground.

The snow became heavier and heavier until it finally turned into a torrential snow. The whole sky was covered with snowflakes, and like a downpour in summer, it rushed towards the ground, and the whole earth was covered with white snow.

The long-drought Sanqin land finally ushered in the heavy snow that nourishes all things.

However, is such a strange heavy snow really the heavy snow that nourishes all things?

It has been a long time since I have seen such a heavy snowfall. After the beginning of spring, it must be a year of good weather.

Will such a strange heavy snow really be a year of good weather?

Countless peasant households nestled in thatched huts, and the kangs under their bodies were burning hot. Looking at the heavy snow falling outside the window, they fell asleep with dreams of good weather in the coming year.

Suddenly a north wind blows, and the snowflakes on the ground are rolled up to the sky again, and then fall to the ground.

The north wind blows through the leafless woods and whistles, which looks strange and abnormal in this snowy night.

Gao Yingxiang rode a horse and disappeared into the snowy night.

The traces left by the horseshoes were quickly covered by the wind and snow again.

……

Zhao Wen pushed open the door, wrapped in a cloak, and walked in the yard.

He looked at Li Xiaosan who was sweeping snow in the yard, and shouted to him: "Little San, come here."

Li Xiaosan stopped, raised his head, held a broom in his hand, and looked at Zhao Wen with doubts: "My lord, what's the matter?"

Zhao Wen asked slowly, "When did the snow stop last night?"

"It seems to be Zishi, I can't remember clearly." Li Xiaosan replied.

"oh oh!"

Zhao Wen responded casually twice, then tightened the cloak on his body, and walked towards the hall.

The hall had already been filled with braziers by servants. As soon as Zhao Wen entered the hall, a wave of heat rushed over his face.

Zhao Wen sat on the main seat, picked up a cup of tea, and took a sip.

"It's comfortable!" Zhao Wen let out a long breath, exhaling a puff of white smoke from his mouth.

"My lord, breakfast is ready. My lord, please move."

A maid wearing a heavy cotton coat came in, saluted Zhao Wen, bowed and said.

Ever since Zhao Wen became a guard, Fan Zheng didn't know what Fan Zheng was thinking, so he gave Zhao Wen a few fifteen or sixteen-year-old maids.

Zhao Wen didn't want it at first, but he really couldn't resist Fan Zheng, so he had to take these maidservants away.

After all, Zhao Wen lived in the later generations for a long time, and he was very disgusted with such things as being served by people to sleep and dress. It is unreasonable for someone with hands and feet to be served by others like a paralyzed person.

So, on the first night, Zhao Wen kicked the two maids who warmed his bed out of the bed.

At the beginning, Zhao Wen was afraid that Li Xiaoying would be displeased by accepting these maidservants, but judging from the situation in the past few days, Li Xiaoying didn't seem to have any objection to this matter.

That's right, Li Xiaoying was born in a scholarly family, and his father is a Juren.Although it is not a famous family, Jin Juren and Yin Jinshi are not talking about it.

It is estimated that when Li Xiaoying was at home, there were many maids around her.

Now there are a few maids in the mansion, so they can talk with her and relieve boredom.

Otherwise, the whole mansion would be filled with elders, which would be inappropriate for Li Xiaoying.

Zhao Wen looked at the servant girl, waved his hand, and said, "You can ask the kitchen to bring me the food to the hall, it's too cold outside, I don't want to move."

"Yes!"

The servant girl replied weakly, then turned around and left.

Zhao Wen's breakfast is very simple, a bowl of porridge, an egg, two buns, and two side dishes.

Although this kind of food is nothing to future generations, Zhao Wen still eats it with great relish.

"You tell the kitchen to make some chicken soup and bring it to Xiaoying. The day before yesterday, Xiaoying had a rough day in the snow and got a little cold. Her body is weak these days, so she needs to make up for it. Oh yes, finish drinking After the chicken soup, let her drink the medicine quickly."

Zhao Wen put down the chopsticks in his hand, frowned and said to the maid standing beside him.

"How old are you, and you still think the medicine is bitter. Really, if you don't take the medicine, will your body be healthy?"

Zhao Wen looked at the maid who was leaving, and was about to drink porridge with a bowl when he suddenly saw Zhao Daniu rushing in.

"Da Niu, what happened?"

"My lord, Fan Zheng is here."

As soon as Daniel finished speaking, Fan Zheng walked in wearing a black cloak and a leather hat, frowning.

"Hey, it turns out that Brother Fan is here, please sit down, please sit down."

Zhao Wen hurriedly stood up from the chair, beckoning Fan Zheng to sit down.

Fan Zheng took off his leather hat and held it in his hands. He didn't even bother to sit down, so he said to Zhao Wen with a sad face, "Ansai Gao Yingxiang is rebellious."

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Chapter 59

Zhao Wenteng stood up from the chair suddenly, pointed at Fan Zheng, and said tremblingly, "What did you say?"

Fan Zheng sat down and looked at the shocked Zhao Wen, a little surprised.

There is no rebellion in any dynasty or generation. Although this Gao Yingxiang has a few brushes and can conquer Ansai in just a few days, the reaction is not so great.

What Fan Zheng didn't know was that it was Gao Yingxiang who kicked off the rebellion in the late Ming Dynasty.

In an instant, Zhao Wen thought of a lot, he thought of Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong, Wang Ziyong, Luo Rucai, these traitor leaders in the late Ming Dynasty.

It was precisely because of these people that the entire Ming Dynasty consumed the last vitality of the Ming Dynasty.Since then, the smell of mutton has entered the Central Plains.

"What should come is still coming, but I didn't expect it to come so soon." Zhao Wen said in a low voice, and then sat on the chair blankly.

Now Zhao Wen has no more than 100 people.Although the firepower is powerful, someone has to use it.This is a weapon that no one uses, it is not as good as a stick of fire.

For a moment, Zhao Wen became anxious.

Fan Zheng looked at Zhao Wen, and said slowly, "Why did Brother Zhao react so violently?"

Zhao Wen said with a sullen face, "It's okay, it's just that I feel a little unbelievable for a while."

"Unbelievable? This is really unbelievable. This man named Gao Yingxiang is also a talent. It has not been more than a month since he started the rebellion, and he has already gathered three thousand troops. And he also gave Ansai to They have been defeated, and are now leading the crowd to attack Yanqing Mansion."

Zhao Wen was taken aback when he heard this, "Why is Gao Yingxiang so fast? Where are the local guards?"

Zhao Wenzhun really didn't expect Gao Yingxiang's speed to be so fast.

Fan Zheng waved his hand, heaved a long sigh, and said, "Don't talk about the soldiers of the guard, they are all useless. The soldiers of the guard in Ansai were scattered by Gao Yingxiang after only one encounter. Under the circumstances, they didn't hold back for three days, and were directly captured by Gao Yingxiang."

"Then why not mobilize the frontier army to attack?" Zhao Wen looked at Fan Zheng suspiciously.

Although the current Gao Yingxiang has gathered [-] troops, compared with the frontier army, he is still a scumbag.

"It's not that easy, and I don't know how it happened. A white disaster suddenly appeared on the grassland, and countless tribes were destroyed by the white disaster. Those big tribes also froze to death countless herdsmen, countless cattle and sheep. Now, the entire grassland is wailing. , lack of clothing and food. It is for this reason that they launched an attack on the Great Wall again. They are going to rush into the Great Wall and grab some food."

"The frontier army in Yulin Town couldn't move at all, and was firmly nailed to the spot by the Tartars. And the Great Wall's defense line is so long, soldiers and horses are needed everywhere. But where did so many soldiers come from? Besides, there is no Imperial decree, who dares to mobilize the frontier troops."

Hearing Fan Zheng's words, Zhao Wen heard something unusual, "You mean, the emperor doesn't know about it?"

Fan Zheng took the tea that Zhao Wen handed over, drank it all, and said: "Everyone in Shaanxi, who dares to write a letter to His Majesty at this time? It's only been a few days since the Yuan Dynasty, and such a big thing happened suddenly, and now His Majesty He is a master with great ambitions. This happened so suddenly when the yuan was just changed, what does your majesty think?"

Zhao Wen suddenly became silent when he heard Fan Zheng's words.

"Well, it seems that the demise of the Ming Dynasty is not unreasonable. The whole Ming Dynasty is rotten, and no one dares to report such a big event. Poor Chongzhen is still dreaming of rejuvenating the Ming Dynasty."

Zhao Wen let out a long breath, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked at the ceiling.

"Brother Fan came to me, probably not because of this matter, right? Although this matter is big, it's not our turn to worry about it, right? I'm far away in the Xuan Mansion, so I can't be of much help." Zhao Wen suddenly looked at Fan Right, said lightly.

Fan Zheng laughed, and said, "Nothing can be hidden from brother Zhao's eyes. It's really not for this matter that I came to each other. This time I came to you for a big event."

Zhao Wen squinted his eyes, looked at Fan Zheng, and said with a smile, "What's the big deal? Could it be some big money-making business?"

Fan Zheng looked inside the hall and found that there were no other people except Zhao Wen's personal guards, so he leaned close to Zhao Wen's ear, lowered his voice, and said, "Do you know that the Empress of Liaodong gold?"

"You mean Jiannu?" Zhao Wen looked at Fan Zheng suspiciously.

"That's right, it's Jiannu." Fan Zheng paused for a moment, and then continued: "This time, not only the entire grassland suffered white disasters, but Liaodong also suffered white disasters. And the extent of the disasters is no less than that on the grasslands."

Zhao Wen looked at Fan Zheng, not knowing what Fan Zheng meant.

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Why doesn't it matter? Liaodong is a place of bitter cold, and the harvest of crops is very poor. This white disaster caused them to lose an unknown amount of supplies. Now Liaodong can be said to be starving everywhere."

Two golden lights shot out from Fan Zheng's eyes.

"In a few days, people from Liaodong will go to Datong to buy food. At that time, I hope Brother Zhao can escort a part of the way. You must know that the grasslands are full of starvation and death. No one knows if these Tartars can do it. Do something against the heavens."

Listening to Fan Zheng's words, Zhao Wen clenched his fists tightly.

"Hmph, the fox's tail is finally showing. It seems that the Shanxi merchants have hooked up with Liaodong Jiannu." Zhao Wen looked at Fan Zheng, and a huge wave of waves arose in his heart. He suddenly had the desire to directly beat Fan Zheng to death. impulse.But reason told him that he couldn't do this yet.

Now I can't directly turn against Fan Zheng. After all, my current strength is still very weak, and the entire Datong Xuan Mansion has already been run by the Fan family like an iron bucket.If he directly turned against the Fan family now, it is very likely that the entire Ming Dynasty would not have a place for himself.

Although he holds the warehouse in his hand, he is not afraid of the Fan family.But now, more than 100 people in Longmen Castle are counting on him.

Although I let out a bad breath, what about them?

Zhao Wen took a few deep breaths and slowed down.

"But what does this have to do with making money?" Zhao Wen looked at Fan Zheng and asked calmly, enduring the disgust in his heart.

Fan Zheng smiled mysteriously, and said: "These Jiannu have nothing but a lot of money. In the whole Liaodong, there were many rich families. As a result, they were all confiscated by this group of Jiannu. There is a lot of money."

"You mainly escort them from Longmen Castle to Jibeikou. At that time, they will give you 1 taels of silver."

Zhao Wen was a little puzzled. It was rumored that the Eight Banners athletes were extremely brave, so why did they need to be escorted?So Zhao Wen asked: "The Jiannu soldiers are so strong, why do you want me to escort them?"

"How can I put it this way? Although the Jiannu of today seem extremely powerful, they are still a bunch of bandits in the final analysis. Although they occupy the entire Liaodong, they are nothing more than that. The Jiannu of today appear to be powerful on the surface. Incomparable, in fact, it's just a hypocrite, with very limited troops. Besides, Daming is not the only one who can't stand Liaodong's slavery.

The Horqin tribe on the grassland had fought several battles with Nurhachi before.Although the two families seem to be friendly and kind on the surface, who dares to say that the Horqin Department will not beat the dog in the water?Besides, the Horqin Department also suffered a severe white disaster, which was the time when food was urgently needed.If the Horqin Ministry knew that Jiannu had gone to Daming to buy grain, could their grain be brought back? "

Fan Zhengzheng sat in a state of distress, analyzing the various reasons for Zhao Wen in detail.

In fact, at this period in history, that is, the first year of Chongzhen, Hou Jin was at its weakest.

Although the current Ming Dynasty looks extremely weak, as the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse.Today's Daming is still a giant to Hou Jin.

In addition, it didn't take long for Huang Taiji to succeed to the throne, and Khan's position was unstable. Under him, there were Amin, Mang Gurtai, Dorgon and others staring at Khan. Looks like it works.For all these reasons, how can the post-Jin regime be stable?