Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

This word——

Literati can say, what is it called? Anyway, there are a lot of adjectives.

Isn’t it politically correct for literati to occupy the place of outstanding people?

People have the highest right to interpret politics...

But, you are a vassal king who is raised like a pig...

Damn it, you dare to steal our land?

Damn it, get him!

……

However - King Xiangyang is a prince. Although he has few guards, he still has soldiers.

At this time, the Ming Dynasty was only a hundred years old, and the vassal kings still had a lot of power!

On one side are civil servants who have just reached the top and have not yet gained much military power;

One party is the vassal king who leads the troops to fight according to the rules set by the founding of the country...

The scribes vomited blood: Damn, I can't do it, I can't do it...

Therefore, even though the third generation of King Xiangyang only reigned for less than a year——

He just destroyed Zhuge Thatched Cottage!

Move Longzhong Academy!

Divide this area into your own tomb!

What happened to the holy land of literati?

I am a leader and have a gun!

Perhaps the new King of Xiangyang was scolded by the literati in the process of occupying this place.

So, Zhu Jianshu waved her hand: "You guys, give me a break!"

As a result, the stone carvings and steles erected by the intellectuals of Longzhong Academy were brutally destroyed.

……

Not long after, Zhu Jianshu, who had been tortured by his grandfather for a lifetime, fulfilled his wish and completed his short but glorious life...

Lying down in Zhuge Thatched Cottage.

Zhu Jianshu is comfortable, but the intellectuals are not!

Damn it, I have managed to seize the eternal treasure land, and seize the location of the thatched cottage left by Zhuge Liang. You, a pig, lie in it. My uncle can't bear it, but my aunt can't bear it!

So, under the instigation of many powerful people from the powerful Longzhong Academy, an siege against the Xiangyang Palace began.

In the county annals of Laohekou (formerly Guanghua County), it is clearly recorded that:

In the third year of Hongzhi's reign, the magistrate of Guanghua County took the lead and fired the first shot to encircle and suppress the Xiangyang Palace.

A local tycoon sued a certain "tycoon" (the Prince of Xiangyang) for building a new boundary monument and occupying Wulongzhou, which was the land reserved for the Academy, and requested the magistrate to make a fair decision.

In fact, let alone the officialdom, even the common people in the surrounding area knew what was going on...

So, the magistrate personally took the government officials to Wulong Island and dug out the stone tablet of the original special land "Xue Gong Zhuang Tian" that was buried in the sand.

Then he immediately wrote a letter to the Prince of Xiangyang, asking the Prince to come to deal with this lawsuit.

At this time, the third generation of King Xiangyang had just died. In the court, the civil servants worked together to block Hongzhi's imperial edict of canonizing the new King of Xiangyang.

Everyone in the palace was both saddened by the departure of the old master and worried about the huge political crisis.

As a result, the matter ended with--Prince Xiang's Mansion clearly had an official document demarcating the vassal territory, but ultimately lost the case.

Wulongzhou, a sandbank island in the river with rich production, was snatched back by the literati.

The officials did everything perfectly, but I don’t know what the threat was in the end...

Anyway, one year later, in the fourth year of Hongzhi, the fourth generation of King Xiangyang was finally canonized by the emperor, but the vassal land of the Prince of Xiangyang was reduced by more than half...

Among them, there are three large sandbanks of more than [-] acres, Wulongzhou!

The fourth generation owner of the Xiangyang Palace tasted the iron fist of the literati and succumbed.

Although this matter ended in officialdom, it came to an end, and no one was held accountable for the fault.

However, the common people clearly know the cause and effect.

Therefore, the original Wulongzhou was called Wangfuzhou by the people.

Wangfuzhou—the continent owned by Wangfu!

This name has been passed down to later generations.

All that's left is a mound of soil, which has been completely dug up.

(Zhu Jianshu, who finally slept in Zhuge Thatched Cottage, was also missing. When Zhang Xianzhong occupied Xiangyang, he dug her out again. Anyway, this is what the history books record. As for whether Zhang Xianzhong has no worries about debts and lice, That's a matter of opinion...)

……

You must know that in the era without fertilizers, watering the ground was the guarantee of yield.

A sandbank in the river like Wulongzhou can produce up to five to six hundred kilograms per mu of land, which is five or six times that of dry land!

(Does anyone still remember the experiment on water-grown tomatoes in the biology book?)

However, the name Wangfuzhou provided convenience for a local tycoon named Wang, so Wulongzhou fell into the hands of the tycoon named Wang.

In this way, the land fell into the hands of the wealthy gentry...

Of course, what happened to the King of Xiangyang is not an isolated case. Such things are very common in county annals in various places.

It is almost a necessary operation for every big boss to put the feudal king on his head and seek benefits for himself.

I have to say that the Zhu family are real pigs, and they have been scolded for hundreds of years...

……

On the middle island.

Zhu Youjian took a flintlock gun with his own hands and loaded it with a little effort. His movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

The two gray-haired old men could only sigh when they saw the emperor aiming his gun.

"Oh!"

The gunfire rang out, and there was a bullet hole in the wooden target thirty feet away.

Even though he just rubbed the edge of the wooden target, his shooting skills surprised everyone.

That's just a wooden rake only one foot wide!

In other words, if he were a living person, the emperor could be knocked down with one shot...

The crowd was stunned.

The ministers' eyes were sore when they saw it...

Zhu Youjian threw the musket to the sergeant aside and said with a smile:

"I'm not good at shooting. Come and try."

The soldier was worried. If he shot the red heart, would His Majesty's face look bad? Who knew the Emperor's next words came to him:

"As the saying goes, Taoism has specializations, and professional matters must be left to professionals. For example, I just know how to make guns, but I am not as good as the two Bi Laoguan!

If you, a little soldier, are not as good as me, will I protect you, or will you protect me? "

Zhu Youjian sneered in his heart:

Get out of here, those bullshit rules in officialdom!

Bullshit that has no use whatsoever for the country...

The soldier was startled and said hurriedly:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the little one will definitely hit the red heart!"

He would not dare to ask the emperor to protect himself!

Your Majesty said this to ask him to shoot the red heart...

The crowd burst into laughter.

Amid the laughter of everyone, the soldier stood still with his gun in hand, glanced slightly, stretched out his hand and slowly pulled the trigger.

"Snapped!"

After a gunshot, a bullet hole appeared next to the red heart of the wooden rake.

"it is good!"

The crowd cheered.

Thirty feet!

The egg-sized red heart, if you look closely, is about the size of a fingernail.

And this soldier actually shot him with just one shot!

Oh my god, how did these group of personal guards around His Majesty get trained?

Amidst the praises, the soldier smiled shyly and said flatteringly:

"Your Majesty, this gun needs to be slightly deflected. It's a little to the right."

"I could have hit the nail on the head..."