First Minister of Ming Dynasty

He stroked Muying's head and thought to himself, these two couples are probably Zhu Chongba and Empress Ma, since they also like it, it's better to strike while the iron is hot, to confirm the relationship and find a safe way out for the little guy.

Zhang Ximeng said earnestly: "Ma'am, the boy met Mu Ying, he saved the boy's life, and the boy also hoped that he would have a safe place...Now that I am young and in poor health, I can't even take care of myself. , I would like to ask Madam, yes, can accept him. This child is still young, and he lost his parents early. Madam, be merciful, and give him another home!"

The woman was slightly taken aback, she was really tempted, although Muying is young, she is really a good boy who knows how to repay her kindness.

It's just that her husband has to make decisions about accepting a godson, and she can't make her own decisions.

So the woman said: "Brother Zhang, no matter what, we won't ignore it. You can rest assured to recuperate first, and I will tell Chong Ba later."

The woman once again mentioned that her husband's name was Chongba. Zhang Ximeng suppressed his excitement and asked, "I don't know your benefactor's last name yet!"

"Your surname? His surname is Zhu, and my surname is Ma. They are both the lives of animals that cannot rest in the family. There is nothing expensive!" Mrs. Ma said casually, and she laughed too.

There were other matters outside, so Ma Shi also went out.

Now it's confirmed, it's really these two couples!

After more than ten years, they will become the two most honorable people in the world... This kid Mu Ying has made a lot of money!

Zhang Ximeng turned to look at Mu Ying, who knew that the little guy was angry, he rolled his eyes, puffed his cheeks, and asked angrily, "You want to sell me, don't you?"

Zhang Ximeng was stunned, what kind of brain circuit did this kid have?

I'm looking for a godfather for you, climbing high branches, why don't you know a good heart!

"Just sell it, my sister was sold by my mother, and I exchanged ten catties of japonica rice... You, you want a few more catties of rice!" The little guy lowered his head and muttered again.

Zhang Ximeng was startled again, is human life so worthless?

He reached out and hugged Mu Ying, and the little guy lay obediently in his arms, listening to Zhang Ximeng's words quietly.

"Silly boy, I'm not betraying you. I can't take care of you. Not to mention taking care of you, I can't even take care of myself. We have to rely on our benefactor to save lives, do you understand?"

"Understood." Muying thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Then, let's sell it to benefactor, okay? I, I don't want to be separated from you."

Zhang Ximeng smiled wryly, "How old are you?"

"I, I am eight years old."

Zhang Ximeng said: "That's it. I'm almost twelve. The benefactor and the others will accept you as their godson at most. How could they accept me? The most I can do is stay, do some odd jobs, and be an errand runner."

Zhu Chongba is 25 this year, and Ma Shi is only [-]. It is indeed a little bit reluctant to have a teenage son.

Mu Ying rolled her eyes and asked, "Then, isn't that a servant?"

Zhang Ximeng smiled and said, "Who said it was not!"

Mu Ying rolled her eyes, sat up straight suddenly, patted her chest suddenly, and said triumphantly: "Don't worry, I will just protect you when the time comes."

Zhang Ximeng's face turned dark, you little bastard, before you agreed, you wanted to climb on top of me and begged for a beating, Zhang Ximeng was so angry that he raised his hand.

"You monkey, see if I don't blow your ass open!"

Muying was begging for mercy, but she moved very quickly, pouted her buttocks and crawled under the bed, but what is the scene under the bed?

When he sticks out his small head from the other side, with black coal and black mouth, his face is covered with dust, he instantly turned into a little ghost, making Zhang Ximeng laugh out loud, Mu Ying wiped his face, and there were three black fingerprints. He also smiled silly, and the room was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Zhang Ximeng and Muying were playing around, and it was rare to relax a lot...but his heart was still hanging, for fear that because of his meddling, Lao Zhu would not accept Muying, and ruined this kid's Highness Qian, Yongzhen Yunnan. Duke Qian, the loss would be great.

He really didn't guess wrong, it's really not so easy to handle with one more person.

In the evening, Zhu Chongba came back.

Mrs. Ma said to her husband: "Brother Zhang and Mu Ying are not biological brothers, but they came together. We can't just have one and leave the other alone. But Brother Zhang is a few years older than Mu Ying, and his age is inappropriate." He is from a famous family, and he seems to be able to read and write, not to mention whether he is willing or not, we can't harm Yinde and treat Wenquxing slowly."

Zhu Chongba frowned, what Madam said was naturally reasonable.

"It's really difficult. If he is a few years older, it's good to let him work for the commander. But at this age, it's really difficult."

Mrs. Ma looked at her husband, and added: "There is another layer here. You said if he knew our identities and knew that we were thieves, would he still be willing to stay?"

Zhu Chongba said strangely: "He said that his father is not willing to serve as an official for the Yuan court."

Mrs. Ma couldn't help but give her husband a blank look, "Then he is willing to be a traitor?"

After being asked a word, Lao Zhu hesitated again.

When he first joined the army, he hesitated again and again. If he had no other way out, who would want to risk his life with his head up?Let alone a child of a scholar's family.

From a psychological point of view, he hopes to have a helper who can read and write. The city is in chaos, and it is really impossible to just rely on a group of big bosses.

But twisted melons are not sweet, so there is no rush.

"Don't worry about the mess, when he can run and jump, let's talk about it and ask him what he thinks." Zhu Chongba said flatly.

Mrs. Ma nodded, "That's the only way to do it."

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Zhang Ximeng didn't wait for Lai Ma's immediate reply, and it was difficult to ask questions.I can only concentrate on recuperating from my illness. I take medicine in addition to cooking every day. Although the thick black medicine soup is bitter, my body is getting more energetic day by day. Even the doctor who came to check the pulse was surprised.

"Boy, your fate is turned back from the gate of hell!"

Zhang Ximeng was curious and wanted to know what was used, but the doctor didn't say anything, but just told him that it used ginseng, donkey-hide gelatin, and the rest were the best products for warming qi and blood.

"Boy, if Miss Ma hadn't ordered these medicinal materials, you really wouldn't need them."

What else can Zhang Ximeng say, we have to keep the grace of life in our hearts.

Five days later, Zhang Ximeng was able to walk around the ground.

The little guy Muying was naturally the happiest. He surrounded Zhang Ximeng with a happy smile, and he talked about Ma Shi. Although he hadn't officially accepted him, he almost regarded Muying as his son. He gave him new clothes and shoes. There is also a delicate tiger head hat, which is very cute.

It seems that there is hope for Muying's Highness Qian.

Zhang Ximeng was happy for Mu Ying, but he hadn't figured out how to gain a foothold.

After Zhu Chongba and Ma Shi got married, they got a separate small courtyard.Marry a daughter-in-law and give away a house, how many people should drool with this kind of treatment?

The husband and wife lived in the main room, while Zhang Ximeng lived in the east wing. Apart from the temporary ward, there was half a room with a lot of books piled up, but it was a pity that no one came to look at it, and it was covered in a layer of dust.

Zhang Ximeng believes that no matter what time it is, it is good to read more books and be an excellent problem solver, of course, except for the Equatorial Guinea ruled by a few lunatics.

He walked in and looked carefully.

As an ordinary college student, miscellaneous books must be widely read, and they have inherited the memories in their bodies. It is not difficult to read these ancient books.

Soon, Zhang Ximeng got used to it, and he spent all his free time reading books. When Ma noticed it, he told Zhang Ximeng that all the books here belonged to him, so he could read them as he pleased.

Zhang Ximeng was naturally happy. In this world, it must be very precious to have a few books.So Zhang Ximeng flipped through them while sorting them out, sorting them into categories according to Confucian classics, enlightenment readings, poems and songs, etc., and putting them all away.

Just when he was sorting out the books, he found that there was still a wooden box.

What will it be?

Could it be gold and silver treasures?

Zhang Ximeng wanted to tell Mrs. Ma, but it happened that Mrs. Ma was not there and there was no lock on the box, so Zhang Ximeng opened it.

When he looked inside, Zhang Ximeng was disappointed, it was just some calligraphy and paintings, and in today's troubled times, calligraphy and paintings are of course worthless.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be the spoils of war after the Red Scarf Army entered Haozhou.

Some people want gold and silver, but no one cares about these spiritual food.

Zhang Ximeng flipped through it casually, and what appeared in front of him was a painting of black orchids. The orchids in this painting were tall and straight, with a combination of hardness and softness. When he saw the signature, he couldn't help being shocked!

It turned out to be him!

This painter Zhang Ximeng has been a man in two lifetimes, and he has heard of him. Let me talk about this life first. When Zhang was alive, he repeated many times that he should not be like Prime Minister Wen, but Zheng Sixiao!

Prime Minister Wen is naturally Wen Tianxiang, how can Zheng Sixiao and He De be together with his old man?

It turned out that Zheng Sixiao was a student of the Southern Song Dynasty. After the Yuan Dynasty destroyed the Southern Song Dynasty, he decided not to be an official of the Yuan court.

The most puzzling thing is that Zheng Sixiao is good at painting orchids, but his orchids have no roots and no soil, as if they appeared out of thin air. Some friends persuaded Zheng Sixiao that he should paint with soil to look good.

But Zheng Sixiao asked back: "The land was taken away by outsiders, don't you know?"

Zheng Sixiao was loyal to Song Dynasty all his life, which can be seen.

His painting of Molan fell into the hands of the stamped madman, and was later taken out of the palace by Xuantong... Zhang Ximeng saw this painting in the Osaka City Museum of Japan in the previous life.

Mo Lantu, who represented loyalty, fell into the hands of a foreign country. The impact on Zhang Ximeng was huge at that time. The resentment was overwhelming. After returning from the trip, Zhang Ximeng made up a lot of history.

Now seeing Mo Lantu again, Zhang Ximeng's mood can be imagined.

He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice that a person appeared behind him.

"Brother Zhang!"

It was Zhu Chongba who came.

Zhang Ximeng hastily apologized: "It's your benefactor, I shouldn't have flipped through it, please forgive me."

Zhu Chongba waved his hand very grandly, "No one can understand these calligraphy and paintings, and they are just thrown away as trash... I saw you were fascinated by it, do you understand these?"

Zhang Ximeng is very modest, "I just heard it from my family, so I don't understand it."

Zhu Chongba happened to be free, and his curiosity arose, so he smiled and said: "Then you also tell us, so that we can learn a lot."

Chapter 4 How the Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty

Zhu Chongba was just curious, chatting casually, Zhang Ximeng is just a child, what earth-shattering words can he say?

However, Zhang Ximeng didn't think so, Lao Zhu asked himself, it was equivalent to an interview with the boss, he couldn't be sloppy, he had to show [-]% of his skills.

"Does benefactor know about the past in the Song Dynasty?"

Zhu Chongba said honestly: "I don't know about the past. It's just that the Red Scarf Army is going to reopen the Great Song Dynasty. We also inquired about it, but we don't know much."

Zhang Ximeng cheered up and said with a smile: "Grandpa, I have a story. One day Song Huizong took his prince Zhao Huan and Kang Wang Zhaogou to Jinming Lake for a boat ride, but a gust of wind came and all three of them fell into the pool. When the people in Bianjing heard about it, they curiously asked who was saved? At this time, there was a lot of excitement in Taixue, and many scholars shouted in unison, crying like rain: Da Song has been saved!"

Zhu Chongba frowned and was stunned for a moment before he realized it. He couldn't help laughing, and said, "You kid is really good at sarcasm. Is the emperor of Song Dynasty so unbearable?"

Zhang Ximeng said sternly: "Grandfather, the Great Song Dynasty was not upright, it was brought out from the womb. Zhao Kuangyin and Chen Qiao rebelled, took over the world in the Zhou Dynasty, bullied orphans and widowed mothers, and occupied the country. Gaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty watched the Central Plains fall, and his father and brother were captured. Si Fuguo killed the famous anti-gold general Yue Fei, destroyed the Great Wall himself, and proclaimed himself a minister. How can such a king take over heroes? In the 300 years of the Song Dynasty, one was defeated by Khitan, two by Dangxiang, three by Jinren, four Lost to Mongolia, defeated all the way, so that the country fell, and Shenzhou changed hands. The great rivers and mountains have become the horse farms of the Mongols, isn’t it so unbearable!!”

Zhu Chongba nodded, "The Great Song Dynasty is indeed not good! We heard that we complained about killing Prince Yue, and we were so angry. Now our Red Scarf Army wants to restore the Great Song Dynasty. Is it possible to restore such a thing?"

Zhang Ximeng shook his head, "Grandfather, reopening the Heaven of the Great Song Dynasty is not about restoring the Great Song Dynasty, but overthrowing the Yuan Dynasty! Not to mention the Great Song Dynasty, since the three generations of Qin and Han Dynasties, the Central Plains dynasty has been inherited continuously. Although there are five chaos in the middle, But there is still a corner of the south. Sui Wendi Yang Jian is the descendant of Han Taiwei Yang Zhen. Kyushu is unified and China is rejuvenated. Only after Yashan, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains have all fallen into the hands of the Mongols. The hearts of the people in the world are filled with grief and tears. In addition, the Mongols are cruel and tyrannical, and they despise the southerners. A human life is not as valuable as a livestock. How can a man of insight not hate or complain? The purpose of reopening the Great Song Dynasty is just to change the day!"

Having said that, Zhang Ximeng stretched out his hand to unfold the Mo Lantu.

"Please look, my benefactor, this orchid has no roots and leaves. The painter said that the land was taken away by others. He regarded himself as a survivor all his life and would never be an official of the Yuan court!"

Zhu Chongba was greatly shocked when he heard this, and couldn't help but leaned over to stare at the painting, looked at it repeatedly, and then said: "This man is very upright!"

After sighing, Zhu Chongba said again: "Let's listen to you, reopening the Great Song Dynasty is secondary, and taking back the land is the real thing! Liu Futong and the others said that, but they are just to gather people's hearts."

Lao Zhu quickly grasped the point. Zhang Ximeng nodded vigorously. They surrounded the painting, chatting about people, the country, and the past... The more they talked about Zhu Chongba, the more excited they became. Just woke up.He had wanted someone to tell him for a long time, but he had never met anyone who understood.

Today can be regarded as fulfilling his wish, full of harvest, chatting and chatting, even forgot dinner, until Mrs. Ma found him, Lao Zhu reluctantly stopped.

When they were at the dinner table, Lao Zhu also told Mrs. Ma, "In the past, we were like being locked in a big vat. Let little brother Zhang say this, and we suddenly became more enlightened. It's really enlightening."

Mrs. Ma was also happy to hear that. In the past, she was worried that Zhang Ximeng's famous scholar's temper would not get along with her husband, but now she seems to be overthinking it.

Mrs. Ma gave Zhang Ximeng some food with a smile, and said, "It seems that I will have to trouble Brother Zhang in the future."

Zhang Ximeng said a few words politely, and suddenly realized an opportunity.

If he wants to stay by Zhu Chongba's side, he must have enough value. After all, no one wants to raise someone for nothing, so Zhang Ximeng said carefully: "Grandpa, just listening to the boy may not gain anything. If If benefactor is willing to learn, it is better to start from scratch."

Zhu Chongba had a feeling in his heart, and regretfully said: "We also went to a private school when we were young, but our family was poor, and we only studied for two months. My elder brother wanted to get married, so I took the money as a bride price. Later, in Huangjue The temple read Buddhist scriptures and recognized a few characters. We also want to read, but no one is willing to teach us."

At this moment, Mrs. Ma couldn't help laughing, "Isn't this ready-made? Just ask Brother Zhang to teach you!"

Zhu Chongba was taken aback. Apart from being young, this kid seemed to have no other problems.He suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Zhang Ximeng, "Would you like to teach me, Mr. Xiao?"

Zhang Ximeng was taken aback by what Old Zhu said, and he quickly said, "Your benefactor is willing to learn, so I will try my best, but my knowledge is not very high. It's my luck that my benefactor thinks highly of you. You don't have to be polite and say To say this from the bottom of my heart, my benefactor saved my life, and I am worried that I don’t know how to repay him!”

What Zhang Ximeng said was true, Zhu Chongba and Ma Shi were very happy.

Zhu Zhongba said: "Sister, Mr. Xiao agreed. You can order two more dishes and a pot of wine. At least you can't neglect Mr. Xiao."

Taking advantage of Mrs. Ma's preparations, Zhu Chongba smiled and said: "Perhaps Mr. Xiao has already guessed that we are the red scarves of Haozhou. Over the years, we have lost our parents, eldest brother, and eldest nephew... The family has been ruined." We are desperate, we hate this court!"

Zhang Ximeng nodded, and sighed: "Grandfather, boy, is it not the hatred of the family!"

Zhu Chongba was stunned for a moment, and then he thought about it. Zhang Ximeng's parents had just died at the hands of officers and soldiers. The situation of both of them was very miserable. Old Zhu got closer to Zhang Ximeng when he saw Zhang Ximeng.

"Sir, we are not so sure yet. The imperial court still has millions of troops. The situation of the Red Turban Rebels is not good! A few months ago, Xuzhou's Zhima Li was wiped out, and only Peng Da and Zhao They all ran to Haozhou with their buttocks bare. Not long ago, there was news that Bu Wangsan of Beisuo's red scarf had also died. We are really afraid that we will not see the day when we will take revenge, and our heads will fall to the ground."

It is indeed the most difficult time for the Red Turban Army, so it is no wonder that Zhu Chongba is worried.

Zhang Ximeng immediately straightened his waist, and encouraged him: "I don't understand the situation of the war...but my father said that the barbarians have no luck for a century, and the Yuan Dynasty has been established for almost 100 years. The monarch is fatuous, the powerful officials are greedy, the search is endless, and the people are struggling to survive. Coupled with the continuous natural disasters and the flooding of the Yellow River, the Yuan court has come to the end of the world, but the actions of the Yuan court will only force more people to become homeless, become refugees, and join the red scarf. In the long run, the Yuan court will surely fail. The red scarf will win! It’s just that the road has to be more tortuous.”