First Minister of Ming Dynasty

The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty Author: Qing History Turned to Ashes

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At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, outside the city of Haozhou, Zhu Yuanzhang picked up a young man, and from then on, Emperor Hongwu gained an arm.Resist the Yuan army, cross the Yangtze River, destroy Chen Youliang, and cut Zhang Shicheng.Created the Ming Dynasty and recovered Yanyun.

I am everywhere.

From then on, Hongwu established the country, and there is no regret.The foundation of Daming is solid.

For Xiao Mingwang, we need to adopt a four-stage strategy.

First, we declare that there is nothing.

Second, we say something may have happened, but we don't have to do anything.

Again, we said maybe something should be done, but unfortunately nothing.

Finally, we regret that King Xiaoming died for his country. It would have been better if he had done something.

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Someone asked: As the first confidant of Taizu, how can you easily avoid the ups and downs and enjoy the good years?

Zhang Ximeng said humbly: "The servant is just a humble social public tool in the Ming Dynasty, used to hold the fruit of Emperor Taizu's deliberation!"

Chapter 1

On the dusty road, two children, one big and one small, moved forward slowly.

Next to them was an open field, with only a few trees standing alone. Most of the bark had been peeled off, and the hungry people used it to satisfy their hunger. When spring came, these trees would not germinate again.

Even the weeds on the ground are few and far between.

Without any food to eat, the boy struggled to move step by step, and every step he took, he had to pay a huge price...Suddenly, he seemed to have stepped on something under his feet, slipped and fell to the ground.

The little guy behind him was terrified, squatted down hurriedly, and pulled the boy's arm vigorously, trying to pull him up.

"No, don't bother."

The boy's voice was weak and his breath was dying. He asked the little guy to come closer to him.

"Mu, Mu Ying, I, I can't make it. You, you go east, go, go to Haozhou. As long as you have a breath, don't stop... Maybe, maybe there is still a way to survive."

After the boy finished speaking, his eyes turned black and he passed out.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes and found that the little guy was still lying beside him, with a pair of big black eyes staring at him.

Seeing that he woke up, Mu Ying laughed happily, even though there were still tears on her face.

The young man was full of helplessness, silly boy, you guarded me, didn't you die with me!

"Muying, listen up, hurry up, meet a nobleman, you, you can still live..."

The child didn't move, just stared at the boy stupidly.

"Why are you disobedient! You, you can save me only if you live!" the young man urged in pain.

This time the child seemed to understand. He got up with difficulty, stared at the boy again and again, and finally took a step, but when he took two steps, he had to look back, reluctant to part, and kept walking for a long distance. Blindly ran forward.

Muying left, only the young man was left, and fainted again and again, and there seemed to be the sound of howling wolves in the distance, he might not last long in this life.

Don't even think about the enmity between parents and the overthrow of the Yuan Dynasty.Their family belonged to the wormwood in the troubled times, and they died silently...

I hope that kid is Lao Zhu's godson Mu Ying, I hope he can kill a few more officers and soldiers, which can be regarded as revenge for their family.

Tears flowed down from the corners of the boy's eyes.

His name is Zhang Ximeng, from Jinan.

The family is also considered well-known, the uncle is called Zhang Yanghao, not only a high-ranking official, but also a master of sanqu, both in officialdom and in the literary world, he is quite prestigious.

It's just that it happened more than ten years ago. Zhang Ximeng's father didn't take part in the imperial examination to become an official. Instead, he studied behind closed doors at home, guarded the family business, and lived a life of peace with the world.

But since the 11th year of Zhizheng, the Red Turban Army has risen on both sides of the Yellow River.

Father Zhang thought over and over again, and decided to go south to seek refuge with relatives to avoid disaster, but Father Zhang, who had been studying at home for many years, did not know the dangers outside.

It didn't take long before they were blackmailed by the government, and again and again, their softness became less and less.There was only one servant left in the entourage.

What's more terrible is that his son Zhang Ximeng got sick because of the unacceptable water and soil, vomiting and diarrhea.

Seeing their son's sallow complexion and getting thinner, the Zhang family's husband and wife felt more and more distressed.

Now I want to go back to my hometown, but I can't, so I can only bite the bullet and move forward.

On this day when they went to the wilderness, Zhang Ximeng's condition suddenly worsened, he went into convulsions and convulsions, foaming at the mouth, the Zhang family and his wife were very anxious.

"Master, you and your wife are guarding the young master. I'll call the doctor and buy some medicine."

Father Zhang frowned, "This is a wild place, where do you go to find a doctor?"

The servant said: "When I came here, I seemed to see a village, let me try it."

Father Zhang pondered: "Can you handle it? Do you want me to go too?"

The servant hurriedly waved his hands, "Madam can't take care of the young master alone. Don't worry, the master will come back as soon as he goes."

Father Zhang nodded, and the servant hurriedly ran away with his ass pouted. He had been away for more than an hour, and seeing the dark sky, he still did not return.

"What's going on? Why is Lao Wang like this? Isn't this worrying!"

Father Zhang was complaining when he suddenly noticed that his wife was pale, her lips were trembling involuntarily, her body was shaking, and she almost fell down.

"You, are you sick too?" Father Zhang was terrified, and quickly supported his wife, "Don't scare me!"

Madam was stunned for a long while, then burst into tears, "It's over, my bag of jewelry is gone!"

Father Zhang was shocked, they had no money on them, and the only thing they had was the delicate jewellery, which was her dowry, and was kept in a small bundle.

"It must have been stolen by that lowly and heartless old thief while my mind was on my son!" The madam was so angry that she almost passed out.

Father Zhang was stunned for a moment, and he also understood what was going on, it must be Lao Wang who took the jewelry and ran away with the doctor as an excuse, damn it!

He, his family has worked in the Zhang family for three generations, and has never treated him badly. He even stole jewelry and ran away at this time.

Father Zhang stomped his feet angrily, turned around and left.

"Master, you can't catch up!" Madam exclaimed.

Father Zhang snorted, "Who's going to chase him? I'm going to find some medicinal materials for my son. I've also read medical books, and it can be done!" After saying that, he ran away, heading down the dirt hill next to him. .

Can an old scholar understand medical skills?

Really don't underestimate people, if you don't want to be a good look, you can be a good doctor, if you can't heal the country, then go to heal the people.Many medical masters must be literary masters.Once you have read the book, you will naturally understand the pharmacology.

It's just that Zhang's father is still very far away from famous doctors. Normally, he would definitely not mess around, but now at this point, he has no choice but to be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

He ran out for almost two hours, and when it was dark, he came back panting and carrying some herbs.

"Quick, boil water for your son to drink."

The wife didn't know if it would be useful, so she could only follow her husband's wishes and set fire to boil water.

When the flames rose, the wife discovered that her husband's cheeks and arms all had broken wounds, and blood oozed out, forming dark red scabs.

Madam saw it, her nose became sore, and she couldn't help crying.Although their family is not considered wealthy, it is still a middle-class family with servants serving them. How could they have suffered such a crime!

"I'm fine. I don't need to worry about it. As long as our son is fine, it's all because of my incompetence as a father that hurt him!" Father Zhang looked at his son's haggard face, couldn't help reaching out his hand, and touched it lovingly. Touch his son's forehead.

Coincidentally, Zhang Ximeng, who was in a coma, slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were blurred, with surprise and panic.

Father Zhang didn't notice anything unusual, he just pretended that his son had calmed down, and proudly said: "Look, my medicine will work!"

Madam couldn't help laughing and scolding: "I'm dizzy, I haven't had a drink yet!"

Father Zhang said embarrassingly: "That's because God thanked our father and son for their kindness and filial piety, so that our son woke up. He must be fine."

Father Zhang excitedly took off the clay pot, put it on his sleeve, poured it into a drinking bowl, waited for it to cool down, brought it to his son's mouth, and poured it down.

The boy drank the medicine like a wood, the bitter taste filled his whole body, and he couldn't help but shiver.As if returning to his soul, he raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him, who were also looking at him with concern.

They are... their parents!

how come?

Zhang Ximeng had a splitting headache, isn't he an orphan?How can there be parents?

Suddenly, the memory in his mind exploded, the tide surged, and the boy's face couldn't help but change again and again. He must have arrived in a strange time and space.

After sorting out his memory again, Zhang Ximeng suddenly became uneasy.

In the 12th year of Zhengzheng, Jiangbei Province, Henan Province, Anfeng Road, Red Turban Army.The stone man with one eye provoked the whole world in the Yellow River to rebel...it was going to kill him!

If he guessed correctly, he was at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. After all, the one-eyed stone man is too popular, and he is simply a classic template for rebellion.

How could this be?

He is just an ordinary college student, very Buddhist. His biggest ambition is to become a civil servant and serve the people honestly, nothing more.

Push him to the troubled times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty all at once, how can he live!

And it is obvious that their family is not in good condition and is fleeing for their lives.

Zhang Ximeng took a sneak peek. He is obviously not that reliable as an old man. Otherwise, how could he have brought the family to a desperate situation?

But what can he do, he is young and sick, his only hope is his father, I hope his father can find a way out!

At this time, Zhang Ximeng was exhausted and unable to think at all.

Or maybe Dad's herbs worked, and he fell asleep quickly.

After one night, Zhang Ximeng felt much more comfortable, but his father was in trouble, "We don't have anything left, is it possible to go to the south of the Yangtze River...the nearest is Haozhou, but I heard that Haozhou was killed by the red scarf. The thief took it, and I'm afraid it will not end well if I go there!"

Madam has no idea. She lowered her head and felt sad again. If she was careful, the bag of jewelry was not lost, and there was something she could do.

Zhang Ximeng leaned against the carriage, and when he heard his father's words, his heart skipped a beat...Haozhou, isn't that where Lao Zhu made his fortune?Go to Haozhou and go to Zhu Yuanzhang!But how should I tell my father?

Could it be telling him that the future Emperor Hongwu is in Haozhou, so go there quickly, maybe he can be a hero from the dragon, and he can get a gold medal for avoiding death in the future... Zhang Ximeng thought for a long time before saying in a low voice: "In this world, the official Regardless of bandits, the Red Scarf Army may not be blue-faced and fangs, and they may be more reasonable than the government."

This sentence reminded my father, along the way, isn't there enough experience?

He has long seen through the virtues of the government.

He didn't know what the Red Scarf Army was like, but did the family have other choices?

Bet!

Father Zhang gritted his teeth, "That's right, let's go to Haozhou, it's important to find a way to survive!"

The old man made up his mind, and the family of three left immediately. The mother took care of Zhang Ximeng in the carriage, and the old man took over from Lao Wang and drove the car himself.

They were not far away when the old man stopped the carriage suddenly.

Zhang Ximeng couldn't help being taken aback, is there any accident?

He heard whimpering and sobbing. It turned out that there was a woman's corpse on the side of the road, and there was a child lying on the corpse. He was the one who uttered the crying.

The old lady poked her head out and looked in her eyes, feeling a burst of sympathy, but they are too busy to take care of themselves now, how can they help others.

"Master, let's go!"

Father Zhang subconsciously drove the carriage forward, but his eyes were fixed on the child, and his heart was moved.At the moment when the child disappeared from sight, the father suddenly reined in the horse and jumped off the shaft resolutely.

"Master!" Madam called out in a low voice.

Father Zhang heaved a long sigh, "I have read books for decades, if the world is only in a dark world, I would die without help. Wouldn't it be a waste of time to read the books of sages?"

"Ximengwu, when your uncle went to Shaanxi to help the victims, he went all the way to save the famine. When he encountered food shortages, he buried corpses. Our Zhang family, at any time, can't just look out for ourselves and refuse to save them! "

After giving instructions to his son, Father Zhang passed by... Zhang Ximeng in the carriage was slightly taken aback, a scholar, maybe, Father is the kind of fool who always has good thoughts in his heart, but it is because of this fool's persistence, In this world where rituals are broken and music is broken, and the world is collapsing, there is still a little bit of human touch, so I won't be reduced to Avici Hell...

For the first time, Zhang Ximeng felt that this old man still had merit. He couldn't move, so his mother went down to help. After half an hour, the couple came back with a child behind them.

"I just asked his name. The child's name is Mu Ying. His parents are gone. Follow us from now on!" the old lady told Zhang Ximeng.

Muying!

Zhang Ximeng couldn't help frowning...how could he have the same name as Mu Ying, Duke of Guizhou who guarded Yunnan for generations?And the age should be about the same in years, but unfortunately, they are not Zhu Yuanzhang and Queen Ma.

This kid might just have the same name and last name.

Of course, if he got to Haozhou smoothly, met Lao Zhu, and was willing to accept Mu Ying, Zhang Ximeng would not refuse.

It's a joke, if it comes true, this kid will be the prince who has guarded Yunnan for generations, can he go to Yunnan to drink mushroom soup?