Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

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After hearing what Zhu Cilang said, Zhang Shikang's mind was full of question marks.

He even found it hard to believe his ears, and couldn't believe that these words came out of Zhu Cilang's mouth.

You have to know that two years ago, Zhu Cilang was still a good student immersed in Confucianism. He even got angry with Zhang Shikang because Zhang Shikang humiliated and killed those corrupt Confucian scholars.

But now, this kid actually spoke to him seriously.

'Why not just rob them?'

No, young man, where are you studying the Analects?

Why does it smell like a lot of gossip?

Our Ming Dynasty governs the country with courtesy, right?

If your father knew this, aren't you afraid of getting beaten?

Zhang Shikang glanced at Zhu Cilang meaningfully and said:

"How can this be possible? Wouldn't it be robbery if we just robbed him?"

"But Master Zhang, aren't they also robbers?"

"The problem is, haven't they come to rob us yet?"

"Master Zhang, the book says that the first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer."

"Let your father know that you want to be a robber, and he will beat you up."

"Then don't let my father know, hehe." Zhu Cilang rarely showed his nature.

"That won't work. We can't become robbers just because robbers kill people."

"But Master Zhang, do we have no choice but to wait for them to rob us?" Zhu Cilang said in confusion.

"Of course not, kid, you are ruthless, but you are still too stupid." Zhang Shikang knocked Zhu Cilang on the head and said.

"If you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools. Our Ming Dynasty's current level of firearms and warships is still behind theirs.

You know about sleeping on straw and tasting gall, right?

Those warships and cannons are the bitter gall that we in the Ming Dynasty have to lick.

When our artillery and warships are not powerful enough, we should do business with them for mutual benefit.

One day, our artillery and warships will be enough to overpower them, and we will have the final say on how business is done.

When that time comes, we will have two choices.”

"Which two options?" Zhu Cilang asked seriously.

Zhang Shikang thought for a moment and cleared his throat with a cough.

"Hey, European guy, why are you in the territory of my Ming Dynasty?

Look, this is the map of the territory of my Ming Dynasty. This piece of land clearly belongs to my Ming Dynasty!

If you know what’s best for you, get out of here!

What? Not paying?

Do you see the battleship behind me? Each one has a hundred cannons!"

"Master Zhang, I understand, the cannon, the truth.

You said that the truth is only within the range of artillery!" Zhu Cilang said excitedly.

Zhang Shikang gave Zhu Cilang a teachable look, which was very helpful to Zhu Cilang. He then asked:

"What about the second one?"

“The second one is also simple.

Hey, Europeans, why do you suppress the people of my Ming Dynasty for no reason?

Do you look down on the Ming Dynasty?

What, he is not from our Ming Dynasty?

Who told you? Don't you know that he officially became a member of the Ming Dynasty last night?

Take my shot!"

Zhang Shikang's performance was so funny that Princess Kunyi standing by laughed so hard that she was shaking with laughter, having long forgotten the unpleasantness that had just occurred.

"Master Zhang, I understand. This is called, if you want to accuse someone of something, you can always find a pretext for it!"

Zhu Cilang has learned to answer questions quickly.

“So, as a superior, this head must be alive.

Only robbers do robbery things. Look at those Europeans, they never say they are robbers. They always have a book on their heads. "

"What book, Master Zhang?" Zhu Cilang asked again.

At this moment, Zhu Cilang's eyes were shining. He had been attracted by the world portrayed by Zhang Shikang. He did not even realize that his thinking had been changing imperceptibly.

“That book is called the Bible.

These bird people, holding the Bible, used the excuse of spreading the gospel of the Lord to plunder the wealth of the colonies.

Almost all the Indians were killed, tens of millions of them!

Their main thing is that they know that everyone will go to hell for spreading the gospel like this."

"I know. Is that the Lord that Pastor Tang mentioned?"

When Zhu Cilang followed Zhang Shikang to the Xishan camp, he had met Johann Adam Schall von Bell twice. In addition to the tasks assigned by Zhang Shikang, Schall von Bell would spread the glory of the Lord to everyone he met. Therefore, Zhu Cilang had an impression of him.

"Yes, that Lord."

"But Master Zhang, since they are so bad, why don't you kill him?" Zhu Cilang said with a frown.

"You kid, at such a young age, why are you always fighting?

The court is not about fighting and killing, it is about human relationships and worldly wisdom!

Not all Europeans are bad people. Although Pastor Tang is also a European, he is really trying hard to preach.

In order to spread the gospel, some people even taught themselves and contributed to the new type of artillery we have just developed.

Although our Ming Dynasty is no longer the pedantic and backward court it once was, we should also return the favor, right?" Zhang Shikang continued to counsel.

He used to think that Zhu Cilang was too dull and had been turned into a nerd by corrupt scholars.

But this kid has followed him for half a year, but now he has become a fool again, always wanting to solve all problems with his fists.

It seems like a bit of an overreaction!

"Is Master Zhang going to help him spread that Lord?"

"What master? In the Ming Dynasty, we have Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Laozi. There is no place left!" Zhang Shikang said with a double meaning.

Not to mention that the land of Ming Dynasty, especially the core area of the ruling center, the Central Plains, lacks the soil for foreign religions.

Even if there is, Zhang Shikang does not want Christianity to prevail here.

He still highly respected Taoism. The old Taoist priests on various mountains would practice medicine to save people in times of peace, and in times of war, they would go down the mountains with swords in hand to defend Taoism.

This point cannot be compared with those who only know how to gild their own gods.

In the Ming Dynasty, Taoism was the official state religion.

"Master Zhang, I understand. With the addition of colors, the curve chart exists." Zhu Cilang understood again. He had learned to apply the Four Books and Five Classics in a practical way.

"Young man, you have a great future!" Zhang Shikang praised happily.

Brother Chongzhen's personality has long been solidified and it is probably difficult for him to change.

But children are different. Their values are not yet formed, so it depends on the thinking of the people who influence them.

Fortunately, Zhang Shikang appeared at this time.

"Master Zhang, since we can't be robbers openly, but Europeans have the Bible, what do we have?" Zhu Cilang even learned to draw inferences from one example.

“We have plenty of things we can use!

Don’t you often read the Analects?

I just need to read this book." Zhang Shikang said casually.

"The Analects? That teaches people etiquette and how to behave!

I heard that there are barbarians overseas, can this influence them?" Zhu Cilang frowned again.

“Still stupid!

If you replace the word "lun" in the Analects with "swung your fist", wouldn't that make people moved?"

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