I'm a pirate at the end of Ming Dynasty

Carrying handbags on their shoulders, Zheng Zhipeng and his team walked hard on the march. The official road had long been blocked and many landslides had blocked the road. Zheng Zhipeng and others besides knowing all the way to the south, had already I couldn't tell the direction, and I had thrown away the wheelbarrow when I left the city. After the flood, there was mud everywhere, and even walking became very difficult. Therefore, the relief materials specially prepared by Zheng Zhipeng could only be carried on his shoulders and on his forehead. There were beads of sweat all over it, but I was too lazy to reach out to wipe it away.

Zheng Zhipeng himself also symbolically carried a bag of grain, but it didn't take long before he couldn't carry it any longer. Yan Yingyuan was the one who smoothed things over for him. He used the excuse that his leg injury had not healed and refused to let him carry the load himself. Zheng Zhipeng pretended to shirk. It was like that for a while, and then I regained half my life.

When they first left Songjiang City, Zheng Zhipeng was still trying his best to cheer everyone up, singing about men being self-improvement and so on. However, before they got very far, they couldn't have fun anymore. The whole team almost didn't do anything except rushing. He didn't make any other sounds, except for crying.

White bones exposed in the wild, no roosters crowing for thousands of miles, turns out to be more than just a paragraph in a poem.

The once prosperous village was gone, and the corpses of livestock and people were rotting in various directions. Some were even washed up on trees and houses, allowing crows to peck at them. For these animals, this was a feasting season.

At the beginning, Zheng Zhipeng would organize the burial of corpses, but later he simply became indifferent. Firstly, it was because there were too many to do, and secondly, it was too time-consuming. The more they saw this, the more anxious these village warriors became. go home.

Who has the patience to bury these strangers?My wife and children didn't know whether they were dead or alive, and I didn't know if anyone would collect their bodies.

Some people were so moved by the scene that they collapsed even before they got home.

Not only that, when the water receded, what was left was not only devastation, but also deep sin.

Seventy-eight out of ten villages were destroyed, and only two or three of them were actually submerged by the flood. Most of them were like scenes of bandits passing through, with intestines and stomachs all over the ground, and they were all dead from killings, and even In some places, human flesh markets also appeared.

Even the remaining [-] to [-]% of the villages that were still intact were all holding weapons and looking at them with vigilance.

"Liu Xiang deserves death!"

Yan Yingyuan reached out and covered the corpse of a naked woman who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old with a thin cloth, and finally said the first words in a long time.

"Of course Liu Xiang deserves to die, but the big shot who helped him blow up the embankment deserves to die even more!"

Yan Yingyuan held a handful of soil tightly in his hand, and suddenly smiled bitterly and said: "What is going on in this world? Beasts stand in high halls, ghosts and nightmares wear human skins, no one cares about all living beings, and piggy dogs are included in the literature. One is a second-grade official who has received the country's favor in this life, and the other is a Japanese pirate who has been criticized by thousands of people. Haha, what kind of world is this?"

Zheng Zhipeng didn't mind that Yan Yingyuan scolded him unintentionally. After all, as a scholar, it is understandable for his faith to collapse, so he patted Yan Yingyuan on the shoulder and said: "The world is difficult, and we just have to carry a heavy load. Only when the sea flows across the sea can we show our true qualities as a hero. , the more the world collapses, the more rare and valuable it becomes for those who stick to their true intentions. As long as we live up to heaven, the king in the middle, and the people below, we will live up to ourselves when we die in the future."

"I will live up to heaven, live up to the emperor, and live up to the people...Thank you, Fourth Master, for your enlightenment. I understand."

Zheng Zhipeng nodded with satisfaction. He was lectured by Zheng Zhilong for several days before setting off. Finally, it was his turn to teach others, and he was still his idol for future generations.

But when Zheng Zhipeng thought of what he said today again a few years later, he regretted it and slapped himself in the face.

There are two flowers on each table.

A few days after Zheng Zhipeng left Songjiang, Zheng Zhilong was finally summoned to Nanjing by an imperial edict. The person who patrolled Daitian was not young. He was a newly popular figure, Wen Tiren, who was rumored by both the government and the public. Then he will join the cabinet when he returns.

There was no banquet, just a few dishes were simply prepared in the yamen, and a circle of Fei Pao and the second graders gathered together to have a meal. Even if it was time to wash away the dust, Zheng Zhilong even felt a little flattered, because this table had people eating at it. Except for him, there is no one below the third rank. Although most of them are retired cadres from the Nanjing imperial court, they still represent the imperial court's recognition of his status. He is still a little proud, thinking that I Finally got over it.

Wen Tiren sat down without saying a word, sighed when he picked up his chopsticks, pointed at the angry lion head on the table and said: "In a year of great disaster, this is not appropriate."

Everyone was afraid to say anything, but Zhang Bingzhen, who had come from afar, took the initiative to pick up the jug and poured him a glass of wine herself: "What Prime Minister Wen taught me is that last year our harvest in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces was average, and the people paid three wages. Each household only has more than 300 kilograms of rice left, which is only two or two meters per person per day. It seems that they can finally harvest a little more this year. The autumn harvest is just around the corner, but there is such a big deal. Water, Mr. Wen, there are more than 1000 million mouths in Zhejiang Province, all waiting for rice to be put into the pot. When you allocate relief food, please be noble and allocate more to the lower officials."

Ying Tianfu Yin snorted coldly and said: "Zhejiang was hit hard by the disaster, but South Zhili was unscathed? Which one has the greater population, South Zhili, or Zhejiang?"

"Master Li, you can't say that. After all, Nanzhili has a strong foundation. You can grit your teeth and squeeze out a little bit from your waistband. But Zhejiang is different. It has always been seven mountains, two waters and one farm. This food is never enough. Eat, now in Hangzhou city, the price of rice has risen to four cents of silver per pound, which is not necessarily available. If there is no food, Zhejiang will be the next northwest!"

"Young master with the surname Zhang is here crying about poverty. When did our Zhili have a strong foundation? Come out with me now to see what the price of rice is in Nanjing City? Prime Minister Wen, please tell me. It doesn’t sound good, Nanjing is the companion capital after all, if only one of the two provinces can be preserved, then Zhejiang will have to be sacrificed.”

When Zhang Bingzhen heard this, she immediately flew the cup over: "Fart! The lives of people in South Zhili matter, but all the people of Zhejiang deserve to die?"

Seeing that the two feudal officials were about to start having sex at the dinner table, Wen Tiren quickly stretched out his hand to stop and said: "Okay, okay, you two, please stop arguing first and listen to me first."

After hearing this, the two of them did not dare to argue anymore. They looked at Wen Tiren eagerly, hoping to hear a number from his mouth that they could not even imagine.

"I'm ashamed to say it, brother, I'm not going south this time to allocate relief food."

"Then you are..."

"I'm here to ask for military rations."