Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

So when a young man who was frightened like a frightened bird and extremely dark was brought to Shen Zhenjiang, Shen Zhenjiang was in a dazed mood.

This young man is about fifteen or sixteen years old, no matter how you look at the corners of his brows, he looks like someone from the Ming Dynasty, but from his nose and curly hair, he doesn't look like it.

Otherwise, just because the young man speaks Daming official dialect with a southern accent, none of the guards would trouble him.

Moreover, this young man is really too dark, and the entire Ming Dynasty may not be able to find someone darker than him.

It was precisely because of this that when the soldiers below couldn't judge whether the young man was a commoner of Ming Dynasty, they simply brought him to their boss and let their boss make the decision.

After pondering for a long time, Shen Zhenjiang opened his mouth and said: "You said you are from Daming?"

It is probably the first time that Young Lang has faced such a large officer and general, and he didn't even know where to put his hands: "Return to the official, the villain's father is from Yangzhou, he said that I am also from Yangzhou."

After hearing the young man's words, Shen Zhenjiang frowned: "Where is your father? And where is your mother?"

The boy shook his head: "The villain's father is dead, he was killed by those Francine savages. The villain never knew who his mother was since he was a child, and his father never mentioned it."

Shen Zhenjiang frowned even tighter: "Then what else do you have to prove that your father is a citizen of Ming Dynasty?"

Seeing that the young man was already scratching his head anxiously and didn't think of anything to prove his identity, Shen Zhenjiang could only sigh: "You can't prove that you are a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, and this commander can't deal with it as a citizen of the Ming Dynasty. you."

The young man didn't know what Shen Zhenjiang's words meant, but he could hear the chill in the words.

It wasn't until the soldiers behind him took out the rope and tied it to his hands that the young man said anxiously: "I can write! I can write my name!"

Shen Zhenjiang didn't care - if he was a spy trained by a hostile country, it would be normal for him to be able to read and write.

Seeing that Shen Zhenjiang didn't respond, the soldiers of the Southern Yulin Army ignored the boy's constant yelling, and tied the rope directly to the boy's hands.

The young man who was worried about his future fate did not dare to struggle in the slightest—in fact, the young man had already seen the fate of many people who were searched out like himself.

It doesn't matter if you are tied up honestly, once you struggle or resist, you will either be knocked out or hacked to death.

These god-like armies don't care about human life at all, no matter who it is, they don't seem to care, unless someone takes out a thin booklet and speaks the official language of Ming Dynasty like themselves, they will be safe.

That kind of thin booklet, the boy knew that it was Daming's household registration booklet, and many people treasured it as a treasure.

But my father didn't have this thing.

A small sign made the boy's unknown fate turn a corner.

Shen Zhenjiang, who has excellent eyesight, accidentally discovered a small sign falling out of the boy who was just taken down.

And this small sign, Shen Zhenjiang has seen it more than once.

After stopping the soldiers who were escorting the boy, Shen Zhenjiang came up to the boy with a small sign, stared into the boy's eyes and asked, "Where did this sign come from? Do you recognize the words on it?"

Hope once again rose in the boy's heart: "This is what my father left me! I don't know what the words are on it, and my father never taught me."

Shen Zhenjiang felt that the boy should not have lied.

After ordering someone to call Zhang Qiu, the eunuch who was accompanying the army, Shen Zhenjiang handed the small sign to Zhang Qiu: "Do you see if this thing is real or not?"

After Zhang Qiu took the sign, his eyes narrowed, and he asked, "Where did this thing come from?"

Pointing at the boy, Shen Zhenjiang said: "This boy's."

Zhang Qiu didn't pay attention to Shen Zhenjiang anymore, instead, he walked up to the young man and asked, "Where did you get the sign? Where is the owner of the sign? Tell me, and our family can decide to let you go."

The boy explained again: "This is left to me by my father!"

But Zhang Qiu slapped the young man on the face fiercely, and cursed: "Nonsense! Since the owner of this brand is your father, he didn't tell you what this brand is for?

Honestly tell me who the owner of this brand is, even if the body is buried somewhere, otherwise, our family will cut you into pieces! "

The young man anxiously said: "My father really left it to me! My father was killed by those Franji savages. Before he died, he just gave me this brand and asked me to hide it. died!

As for the proof, my neighbors can prove that they were also arrested! "

Zhang Qiu waved his hands, and ordered the soldiers behind the young man, "Take him to find! Search the entire camp to find his neighbors who can prove him, as well as his father's bones, even if you dig three feet into the ground. Get it out for our house!"

The young man was taken away by the soldiers, Shen Zhenjiang approached Zhang Qiu and asked, "Is this child's father the brother of Jin Yiwei?"

Zhang Qiu nodded: "That's right, since you have the waist card in your hand, you can't go wrong. In the past 300 years of the Ming Dynasty, I don't know how many brothers from the Jinyiwei have wandered in other places incognito.

But a few years ago, when Jinyiwei and Dongxi Factory were sorting out the information and dispatching personnel, one of the Jinyiwei on the Luzon side did not meet our people according to the joint method. Unexpectedly, this brand appeared in the hands of a young man.

If what the young man said is true, it means that the brother of Jin Yiwei was killed by the Franji barbarians, and he didn't have time to confess his identity to this brother. "

Shen Zhenjiang was sad.

The word Wei in Jinyiwei's name already shows that Jinyiwei itself is also a regular army of the Ming Dynasty, but it has different tasks from other guards.

And the same as other guards, Jinyiwei is also passed down from father to son, from son to grandson, from generation to generation.

But like these Jinyiwei spies who were sent outside the territory of Daming, they had no other evidence to prove their identity except a badge to prove their identity - they didn't even have the household registration of Daming.

These spies sent overseas lurk incognito, waiting for the day when they will be awakened.

In order to wait for the day when they don’t know if they can wait in their lives, they not only hide it from other people, but also hide it from their wives and children. Only when they can no longer perform their tasks will they choose one of their children to inherit themselves The successor of Jin Yiwei's identity.

Many people just waited in obscurity for a lifetime, until the day they died, they might not be able to wait until the day they were awakened.

Zhang Qiu simply ordered someone to move two chairs, sat down with Shen Zhenjiang and waited.

From the afternoon until it was dark, a gust of chill hit Zhang Qiu and Shen Zhenjiang unconsciously tightening their clothes.

Even so, the two did not choose to leave until they got the soldiers who came back to order.

The identity of the young man was indeed proved. Many neighbors saw with their own eyes that this plaque was handed over to him by his father before his death. Even his father's bones were buried with the help of everyone.

The soldiers of the guard also carried out Zhang Qiu's order very well and dug up the bones of the young man's father.

The thin coffin contained only a white bone and some tattered strips of cloth. Apart from these, there was nothing else buried with it, and those strips of cloth were obviously clothes worn during his lifetime.

The eye sockets of Zhang Qiu and Shen Zhenjiang were a little red.

Zhang Qiu, who couldn't help himself, waved his hand, and said with a sob: "Cremate him, and send him back to Daming!"

After the soldiers bowed to receive their orders, they went to prepare firewood.

Shen Zhenjiang asked, "What about this boy?"

Zhang Qiu sighed: "Bring it back to Daming as well, he will inherit his father's position. There is still a lot to learn. He has to go to the guard to learn a lot."

After a pause, Zhang Qiu went on to say, "And his neighbors, let's let them go too. I thank them for their kindness in helping Brother Lin to be buried."

Shen Zhenjiang nodded, then came to the young man and asked, "What's your name?"