First Minister of Ming Dynasty

Yao Guangxiao was greatly surprised, he looked at Zhu Sheng seriously, and was also shocked by this old pattern.

He pondered for a long time, got up solemnly, and bowed deeply, "The later students are willing to listen to the teachings of the seniors, but they are just masters and apprentices. It doesn't seem to be a good thing. I am sorry that the late students cannot accept it."

Zhu Sheng looked at him and couldn't help laughing, "I think I was just like you back then, with sharp edges and corners!"

Yao Guangxiao was overjoyed, but Zhu Sheng continued, "But I have been in the Yuan court for decades, without achieving anything. I was lucky enough to meet a superior, and I am today."

Yao Guangxiao was stunned for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Please rest assured, my lord, the new dynasty will not be the same as Da Yuan!"

Zhu Sheng frowned, and wanted to warn the young man a few words, but then he thought about it, is he still a young man if he is not arrogant?

If the edges and corners are gone early, how can it be a big deal?

Thinking of this, Zhu Sheng laughed instead. He asked Yao Guangxiao to look around, and then handed Yao Guangxiao a note.

"Look!"

Yao Guangxiao took it in his hand, and the person who wrote the letter said to Zhu Sheng: Mr. Fenglin, we people are still willing to surrender to King Wu. When the army comes over, we must not kill or implicate innocent people.Those of us are willing to do our best to govern the land of Jiangxi.

Zhu Sheng smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Yao Guangxiao shook his head slightly, "I thought that those who can write letters to the boss must be powerful. They are just hedging their bets and want to keep their own wealth. But I think, neither the lord nor Zhang Xiang will agree. Yes. These news, at most, can be regarded as unstable under Chen Youliang's rule, but it cannot be said that they are willing to do things for us, let alone rely on these people."

"Hahaha!"

Zhu Sheng smiled and nodded, "You're right, so... find a way to spread the news and let Chen Youliang get rid of these half-hearted things for us!"

Yao Guangxiao was quite frightened, "Mr. Fenglin, this, these are all your disciples!"

Zhu Sheng laughed and said: "Do you think it is a good thing to be my disciple? For these wavering things, the old man will only decisively clean up the sect!"

Yao Guangxiao was stunned again, he felt as if he had escaped a catastrophe, so he could only hurry down...

Gentlemen and landlords are not credible.

And at this moment, a young man named Zhang Ziming is rushing to Anqing... He is Ding Pulang's subordinate, because he was involved in the case of hiding women, he became one of the four hundred people who were expelled from the barracks... soldiers.

At first, he also chose to do hard labor in a prisoner of war camp like everyone else.

Try to get a piece of land after three years, and be his little farmer honestly.

But Zhang Ziming was not reconciled. He came from a poor background and was considered brave in battle in the army. This time he was involved purely because he drank too much and pulled his companions over. As a result, he lost the opportunity to stay in the army.

But he doesn't hate Zhu Jiajun, on the contrary, he thinks that this is the strict law enforcement and the king's teacher.But since he fell into the prisoner-of-war camp, he lost the opportunity to become Zhu's army.

He is not reconciled!

Go back to Anqing's hometown, contact my good brothers, make a big fuss, and get Anqing for King Wu. At that time, I don't have to worry about Zhu's army not wanting me, even if I am a big soldier, I can get twice the land after all!

You said he has a pattern, right?

He went to seize a city for twice the land!

You said he has a pattern, right?

He went to seize a city for twice the land! (While reading, pay attention to the change of tone)

Panting for breath, Zhang Ziming hurried into Anqing along with the crowd selling firewood...

Chapter 342 One Person Wins One City

Zhang Ziming knew that he needed to make great contributions to climb back from the prisoner-of-war camp to Zhu's army, and taking down the important town of Anqing was definitely a great contribution, enough to turn him into an ordinary soldier.

But how to win Anqing, Zhang Ziming still has ideas.

He could only look for his former companion, Pao Ze in the army, and he also searched for all possible help... For example, a fortune teller who lost his source of income due to the chaos of the war, a monk who was occupied by the temple and could only live on the street, and There was a quack entertainer who had his erhu stolen.

After having these crouching dragons and phoenix chicks, Zhang Ziming felt that he was getting further and further away from his goal of capturing Anqing.

"What is the identity of your lord? And the will of King Wu?" The fortune teller rolled his eyelids and asked curiously.

Zhang Ziming also rolled his eyelids, what should he do?

"I am the imperial envoy of the King of Wu. By order of Prime Minister Zhang, I am here to contact the martyrs and join us in this grand event."

Zhang Ziming thought it over and said, he was simply pulling a big flag to make a tiger skin. When he said this, his heart was beating wildly. How had he ever seen Zhu Yuanzhang?

Zhang Ximeng had seen it before, but at that time he was lying on the ground, not even having the courage to raise his head. He just listened to Zhang Xiang talking, and he didn't even know what Zhang Xiang looked like.

Anyone with a little brain would not believe his words.

But the question is if these few have brains, can they end up in such a miserable situation?

When they heard that they were sent by the King of Wu, these guys were all happy. How is King Wu, loving the common people and sharing the fields for the big guys is much better than Tianwan in a dog day.

The fortune teller sighed, he had heard a lot, but he was too timid to go there before.Thinking about the past now, there is no entanglement.

If you can light a fire in Anqing and attract Zhu Jiajun, wouldn't you save money?

The fortune teller chatted with the big monk, and the monk said: "The poor monk knows some big households in the city, and they used to go to our temple to burn incense. Who knows that these people are not poor monks and Maitreya is not worshiped in the temple, so they put The temple was snatched away, it’s like a beast! The poor monk is willing to contact them and ask them to contribute money and effort... But, the poor monk is stupid, I’m afraid it won’t work.”

At this time, the entertainer bravely said: "I, I'll go! I'm familiar with the persuasion in the drama. It's just that I'm too poorly dressed, can you get me new clothes?"

He looked at Zhang Ziming aggrievedly.

Zhang Ziming thought that I was still an old sow going to a big market, and I was covered in skins outside the house... How can I have extra clothes for you!

"You, you are just disguised yourself, people only want you to look good and do things seriously!"

I'm ignorant of singing, how can I do this?

Anyway, there is no other way, try it!

These three bravely dispatched... Zhang Ziming turned around and invited some friends from the army.

He was ruthless, bought a big pig's head, found a place, stewed the pig's head meat, and chatted with some friends. Now Zhang Ziming didn't have a penny in his hand, and he bought a pig's head with the little money he had.

He's alone again, he can't even use coercion and temptation, so he can only talk to them!

But Zhang Ziming is not good at words, no matter how you look at it, this is impossible, and the project is about to fail... Who knew that these few people got together, Zhang Ziming was useless, they scolded themselves.

Chen Youliang's grandson is really not a son of man.

You slaughtered the dog emperor and became the king of Han yourself, we don’t care, at least the silver rewards will be handed out, and if you eat meat, give us some soup, too?

There is no benefit at all, who can stand these days?

They complained one after another. In fact, this group of people also knew that the main reason why no reward was given was that they used to belong to Zhao Pusheng and were not Chen Youliang's direct descendant.

A group of miscellaneous soldiers, do you expect any good treatment?

What is really worrying is that the reward silver is gone, so forget it.But Zhao Taishi was taken away, who knows if he can survive, if Chen Youliang also kills Zhao Pusheng, then they will end badly.

After listening for a long time, Zhang Ziming finally figured out the concerns of several people. After hesitating again and again, he summoned up his courage and told them, let's take refuge in Zhu's army together!

What is surprising is that these people did not refute, but told Zhang Ziming seriously that they also have family members, and they heard that Zhu's army's military discipline is too strict, so they may not be wanted.

Seeing that they didn't refute immediately, Zhang Ziming mustered up his courage and expressed his thoughts... Let's beat An Qing down.

A few people are stunned, how can we bring down Anqing with just a few heads of rotten garlic?Do not make jokes!

"Brother Zhang, don't need too many, as long as you can get 200 people, we will do it with you!"

"200 people? How?" Zhang Ziming asked curiously.

"What else can I do? Can you get money and food? In a word, if you can get 1000 taels of silver, we can find a way to bring in 200 people. Those surnamed Chen will not be rewarded with silver, and whoever gives the money will be with us." Dry!"

Zhang Ziming nodded vigorously, taking it down.

But he doesn't have a penny in his hand?

How can this be done?

The crouching dragon and phoenix chicks didn't care, the pig's head meat was cooked, they immediately turned into rice cookers, and they cooked like crazy, and within a short while, they almost ate up a pig's head.

There were also people who smashed skulls, hugged and drank pig brains, wiped the oil on their mouths, and walked away happily.

After a while, the trio came back, and the fortune teller told Zhang Ziming that the rich were willing to help. After all, from Tian Wan to the big man, this group of things intensified and continued to exploit, and the big guys couldn't live anymore.

But the problem is that you were sent by the Zhu family army, so that doesn't work either!

At least you guys can show some evidence, don't you want to cooperate with the inside and the outside?

It's very easy to do. You can bring in hundreds of people. Let us see your strength. With enough capital, we can provide food, money, or whatever.

After hearing the words of these three people, Zhang Ziming shut himself up.

Over there they need my money, so they can send people, and here they need me to send people, so they are willing to send people... If I have someone with money, I'll just call in!

Is it still so hard?

I just want to get more fields, why is it so difficult?

Zhang Ziming turned around in a hurry, at this moment, the three crouching dragon and phoenix cubs were all grumbling in their stomachs.

After running for such a long time, my mouth is worn out, give me a stutter!

The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers!

Zhang Ziming was speechless again, and his project was facing life and death again... He cared about my people, he cared about my money... I, I have an idea!

In a hurry, anything can be done.

Zhang Ziming really came up with an idea. He immediately told the three people to tell the big households that they would soon see soldiers from Zhu's army... Tell them the truth, Anqing City is full of Zhu's soldiers.

In order to avoid alarming the enemy, you can’t go directly there, just pass by on the road around them. Everyone has cloth strips tied around their arms. Count them yourself to see how many people there are.

The three nodded, they were willing to go, but the problem was that they were too hungry.

"Let's have a full meal first, let's go over when we're full!"

"Bah!" Zhang Ziming spat at them, "What are you thinking? You just want to eat when you haven't done anything right? Go to work first, and come back after making meritorious deeds. Each person has a leg of lamb. If they can't do it, they throw it in the Feed the fish in the Yangtze River!"

Under Zhang Ziming's heavy punch, the three left cursing.

Looking back, Zhang Ziming hurried to find his good friends... Come out, you want money, don't you?Everyone tied a white cloth on their arms, walked around the street, and came back to collect money!

Logic, at this moment, has finally closed the loop.

The few bad friends of Zhang Ziming really pulled out a group of people, not a hundred, only more than 80.

Another problem is before us, the living can't die of thirst, it's time to do the work!

Zhang Ziming had someone tell the big households that troops needed to be transferred because they were in different barracks... As a result, a team of 80 people passed by, and soon another 80 people came, and another [-] people came.

Since it was night and there was a considerable distance away, I couldn't see the appearance clearly at the moment, so I could only count the number of people... My dear, there are hundreds of Zhu's troops in Anqing City, which is not bad!

It's really time to put in some effort, otherwise Zhu Jiajun will come in, and the big guy will end badly.

So, Zhang Ziming had money and food in his hands... so the 80 people really became hundreds of people.

But at this time, a more explosive news came, the grand master Zhao Pusheng was imprisoned by the King of Han, and he will kill all the old subordinates of the grand master in a few days!

Now rumors are really spreading, and people are panicking.

Chen Youliang finally tasted the taste of devouring the Lord.

After all, people are not tools. People have their own emotions, their own thoughts and thoughts... Chen Youliang continued to devour the Lord, but he couldn't win people's hearts, resolve conflicts, and win the support of the soldiers below.

Naturally, rumors spread everywhere, and some people believed any outrageous words.

And at this time, in Anqing City, a rumor spread that the imperial envoy of King Wu had come in and was contacting the righteous men, preparing for an incident.

This righteous man is too powerful!

Some people are fortune-tellers, some people are monks, and some people are down-and-out charlatans and jugglers.

So many identities, which one is real?

Everyone was puzzled, and at this time, a wise man stepped forward, and these people are all real!

Have you heard?

Zhu Jiajun's number one hero, Master Wu!

He usually sings in operas, and most of his entrances are like his own back garden. Small Anqing is not worth mentioning.

Master Wu came, and An Qing couldn't keep it.

Hurry up and surrender, otherwise Master Wu will kill and no one will survive!

Rumors spread more and more,

Zhang Ziming had more and more soldiers, and soon exceeded 1000 soldiers... so what should we do?

If you don't act, you will die.