Daming: Insist on 60 billion explosive soldiers unwaveringly

[Ding, food +1784. 】

[Ding, food +...]

When night comes, the farmers who go out to gather will return to the entire palace collectively. At this time every day, the food will skyrocket.

The reminders from the system rang non-stop, and the data in the food column on the panel was refreshed crazily. It broke through the 12 mark in a short period of time, and it still didn't stop.

Now as long as he wanted, he could summon two thousand and four peasants at any time.

However, Zhu Youchen did not produce.

Now it is produced, not only can't do anything, but also waste [-] points of food units.

You have food in your hands, don't panic.

Now Zhu Youchen has begun to habitually leave a part of the food reserve in his hand as his hole card.

At this time, the old butler quickly came over and reported to Zhu Youchen: "My lord, Wan Qiong, the prefect of Qiongzhou, please come over to tell me."

"Wan Qiong?"

"What is he doing for me?"

Zhu Youchen frowned.

Zhu Youchen knew in his heart that [-] farmers had appeared in Qiongzhou City, and Wan Qiong must not be able to hide it after such a long time.

But Wan Qiong didn't come to the door for such a long time, which showed that the other party cared about this matter at all.

But this is impossible, [-] people are extremely conspicuous there.

"Unless there are more important things to worry about Wan Qiong."

"What can make Wan Qiong, the magistrate, care so much?"

"Could it be that Liu Xiang's army is under pressure?"

Thinking of this, Zhu Youchen couldn't help but tighten his heart.

Although it is said in history that Liu Xiang openly rebelled against Daming in July, Zhu Youchen is not sure at the moment, will Liu Xiang get on the bus first and then pay for the ticket?

This is a matter of life and death.

Sitting here and guessing is not an option.

Zhu Youchen immediately decided to go over to see what happened? .

Chapter 11

The yamen of the prefect of Qiongzhou was brightly lit at the moment, and the officials who came and went all looked dignified.

In the back hall of the yamen.

Wan Qiong's gloomy face was covered with dark clouds, water could almost drip out, and he kept walking back and forth in place.

"It's all Liu Xiang, a bastard, he's just a fool!!!"

After all, Wan Qiong's dark face was already bulging with veins, and his eyes were a little red, which showed Wan Qiong's fury at the moment.

On the lower left side, the co-prefect Fang Long persuaded anxiously: "My lord, the most urgent thing is to prepare to put down the Miao-Li Rebellion."

Hearing this, Wan Qiong took a deep breath, restrained the anger in her heart, and said in a deep voice:

"Immediately send someone to inform Li Hu, commander of the Hainan Guard. At the same time, the Miao people and Li people in the prefecture are under strict surveillance, but if there is a change, they will all be sent to death row."

At this moment, Wan Qiong's eyes flickered coldly, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura.

If it was before, Wan Qiong would never have made up his mind to give such an order. After all, Liu Xiang's tens of thousands of pirates were still eyeing Qiongzhou, and he still had to rely on the Miao and Li people on the island. The county is in chaos.

But this time, he decided not to bear it.

I can't stand it either.

Liu Xiang sent people to plunder Yazhou and Wanzhou, killing countless people, completely detonating the conflicts between the Han people, the Miao people and the Li people on the island, and the Miaoli indigenous tribes on the island directly rioted.

Circumstances did not allow him to delay.

As soon as the words were finished, Fang Long, the acquaintance, said with a pale face: "Sir, I'm afraid this will intensify the conflict. After all, they are all Sinicized mature seedlings and mature young people. If they are not good, they will be pushed to the opposite side." , and the manpower in our county is simply not enough."

Wan Qiong raised her hand and interrupted Fang Long directly: "You don't have to worry about it, I dare to do this, so naturally I have my sense of propriety, you just have to obey."

Fang Long kicked in his heart, but seeing Wan Qiong's firm expression, he had no choice but to bow his head and agree.

Wan Qiong knew that there would be troubles in doing so, but he did have confidence, and his confidence was the farmers under Zhu Youchen.

Although he didn't know that they were all Zhu Youchen's people, he knew that those people were all Han Chinese. The number may be around [-], and the young and strong are around [-].

that's enough.

It is enough to suppress the Miao Li aborigines in the entire prefecture.

When there was a riot, the Han people had no other choice but to hold together.

The two sides are naturally in the same camp.

"Also, all the men in the city were recruited, Han men from the age of 15 to 40."

Wan Qiong immediately issued the second order.

Fang Long gritted his teeth, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty obeys."

After saying that, he saw that Wan Qiong had no other orders and immediately went down to follow the orders.

In an instant, the entire city of Qiongzhou was completely under martial law, and a bonfire was lit on the city gate, illuminating the entire city with bright lights.

In the city, countless yamen servants held water, fire sticks and weapons, started to patrol the city with torches, and kept ordering the Miao people and Li people in the city to lock their houses tightly, and they were not allowed to go out in the future.

This approach is undoubtedly very domineering and unreasonable, but fortunately, the people who moved into the city are all Sinicized people, who have long been used to all this and consciously cooperate.

So that there was no riot.

However, the entire city of Qiongzhou was killed in an instant, so that after Zhu Youchen walked out of the palace, what he saw was a scene of a famous soldier constantly beating the door of a Han family to recruit men from it, and the streets were slightly chaotic.

Seeing this, Zhu Youchen's eyes flashed, and he suddenly understood in his heart that Qiongzhou Fucheng had entered a wartime state.

Just don't know who the enemy is?

He wanted to ask, but facing a group of big soldiers, he knew he couldn't ask anything, so he could only speed up his pace and head towards the government office.

He didn't have any worries at all.

At present, he has more than 1 farmers, and there are more than 5000 young and strong.

It is nonsense for such a few people to say that they are fighting for hegemony, but if it is used to save themselves, it is still foolproof.

After all, his farmers can do things that most people in this era cannot.

Block the gun for him without hesitation! ! !

There are still more than 5000 people.

Thinking of this, Zhu Youchen couldn't help but cast a glance at the thirty young men who followed behind him.

"What does Wan Qiong want me for?"

"Although I am a prince, I have been exiled. It is far from when I was in the fiefdom, I didn't help him..."

With a curiosity, Zhu Youchen came directly to the magistrate's yamen.

Wearing a scarlet royal robe, no one dared to stop him along the way. Although he was exiled, in the eyes of these low-level people, he was still an existence that could not be offended.

"Meet the king."

"Meet the king."

Along the way, no matter whether it was officials or soldiers, they all bent down to salute, and hurriedly retreated to the sides.

Against the backdrop of the dim light, the expressionless Zhu Youchen walked into the main hall of the yamen directly with a sense of coercion.

At this moment, Wan Qiong, who received the news, had already stepped forward to greet her, and immediately knelt down to salute.

"The next official welcomes the prince."

"Get up."

Zhu Youchen frowned, shook the lower lapel of the king's robe, sat straight down in the lobby, and said in a deep voice, "Wan Zhifu Kuiye called, what's the matter?"

Wan Qiong stood up, bowed his hands solemnly, and said, "The situation is critical, so I will make a long story short. At present, the chieftain of Miaoli in Qiongzhou Prefecture is making trouble, and I dare to ask the prince to move to Guangdong temporarily."

Wan Qiong didn't beat around the bush, but just said it outright.

He really didn't want Zhu Youchen to stay on Qiongzhou Island. If there was a mistake, he wouldn't have enough credit for it.

And when he thought about it, an exiled prince like Zhu Youchen would be terrified when he heard about the war. If he hadn't been exiled, he would have run as fast as he could. He just said it, and it was easy.

He didn't have much time to waste on Zhu Youchen.

It's just that he is destined to waste his time today.

When Zhu Youchen heard the words, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, it was not Liu Xiang but the chieftain of Miao Li who made the disturbance.

The next moment, Zhu Youchen felt ecstasy in his heart,

This is simply a heaven-sent opportunity. If he operates well, he will have the gold to build the barracks, and he can also harvest a lot of resources.

But, how should I say this?

Zhu Youchen frowned, thinking quickly in his mind.

And Wan Qiong has been watching Zhu Youchen all the time, but when his voice fell, Zhu Youchen in front of him not only did not panic as imagined, but frowned and fell silent.

The reaction was very strange.

However, before he could continue speaking, Zhu Youchen's voice rang in his ears first.

"Prefect Wan, this king was exiled to Qiongzhou. If I go to Guangdong, Chongzhen will not spare me lightly."

Wan Qiong was startled, but Zhu Youchen kept talking, and his tone became more serious.

"This king is the descendant of Emperor Hongwu, the grandson of Shenzong, King Gui of Ming Dynasty, as the so-called king guards the country, how can this king flee in the face of battle?"

"Besides, this Qiongzhou Island was fine before, how can it be messed up?"

"Is this how you guard the side for me, Daming Mu?"

Zhu Youchen's voice gradually became low, and finally he looked at Wan Qiong blankly.

The dim light flickered, and Zhu Youchen's eyes were shining brightly, full of sternness, and the princely aura that had been for many years was completely exploded.

The whole person is not angry.

Wan Qiong was stunned immediately, and then, without knowing why, she knelt down on the ground with a plop, and subconsciously explained:

"Liu Xiang, a pirate on the sea, frequently plundered various parts of Qiongzhou. Miao and Li chieftains were furious, and angered the government and the Han people to launch a rebellion. At present, Wanzhou and Yazhou have fallen, and the rebel army is raging. Your Highness, please stay away for the time being.".

Chapter 12

As soon as the words came out, Wan Qiong calmed down and looked directly at Zhu Youchen, wanting to confirm whether Zhu Youchen understood his words.

However, the result was still beyond his expectations. Zhu Youchen not only did not panic, but was even very calm.

The calmness surprised Wan Qiong a little, and she couldn't help but feel a little strange looking at Zhu Youchen sitting in front of her.

"It's a little different from a few months ago, it's like a different person."

But Zhu Youchen didn't speak, and Wan Qiong gradually felt a little dry, and the depressive atmosphere made him a little at a loss.

Zhu Youzhu didn't care about Wan Qiong, he was lost in thought at the moment.

Originally, he guessed in his mind that Liu Xiang rebelled in advance, but he didn't expect that it was the chieftains on the island who rebelled.

"This is sleepy coming to give you a pillow. This time, we must seize the opportunity and completely take down the entire Qiongzhou Island."

As for things like rebellion, Zhu Youchen didn't care at all.

Since the dawn of Ming Dynasty, it has suppressed the world for 270 years, and the policy of reforming the natives and returning the natives has been unswervingly implemented. Not all natives are satisfied with this policy.

Rebellion is normal.

Now he rebelled before Liu Xiang at one time, completely breaking all the forces in Qiongzhou Mansion, so as to facilitate his future integration.