Chapter 67: A Century of Humiliation, Loss, and Broken Mountains and Rivers (Please read on, please vote for the monthly ticket, please vote for the recommendation ticket!)

"So I just want to know whether the old man will take me back to the capital."

After saying this, Zhu Gang looked towards Zhu Biao and Zhu Chong, with an indescribable light flashing in his eyes.

"Catch you and take you back to the capital? Are you really going to sit there and wait for death?"

Zhu Biao looked straight at Zhu Gang, as if he could see through him.

"will not."

Zhu Gang shook his head.

"Then I think the grassland is your retreat."

Hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in Zhu Biao's eyes.

"Yes."

Zhu Gang's eyes were full of admiration.

"You should have started preparing since the battle with Wang Baobao in the seventh year of Hongwu, right?"

Zhu Biao said again.

"To be precise, I have already started making preparations since arriving in Taiyuan."

Zhu Gang thought for a moment before looking at Zhu Biao and shaking his head.

"Although I have selfish motives, I can also completely eliminate the border troubles for my Ming Dynasty, sweep away the humiliation and loss of my Han country for a hundred years."

As he spoke, Zhu Gang's thoughts seemed to return to the grassland that day.

A hundred thousand armored troops were ready for battle, and every soldier was as solid as a rock, indestructible.

The war horses neighed and stamped the earth, as if the continuous mountains were trembling, and the murderous aura soared into the sky.

Zhu Gang stood on horseback before the thousands of soldiers, unmoving, like a magic needle stabilizing the sea between the vast heaven and earth.

Beside him, a young scholar waved a feather fan gently. While chatting and laughing, he had millions of soldiers in his mind, planned his plans in the tent, and won the battle thousands of miles away.

"Soldiers, a hundred years of humiliation and loss, a hundred years of broken mountains and rivers."

"What are we waiting for? Let's go straight to Huanglong and wipe out the Northern Yuan Dynasty!"

A cold and murderous voice sounded!
"Go straight to Huanglong! Destroy the Northern Yuan Dynasty!"

As soon as the words fell, the army responded in unison. The sound was like waves crashing on the shore, majestic and resounding through the sky!

As his thoughts turned over and over, a hint of coldness flashed in Zhu Gang's eyes again.

After that battle, the Northern Yuan Dynasty was no longer a threat, but what Zhu Gang wanted was not to be feared, but to sweep away the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

Therefore, the Ming Dynasty will inevitably rise to war again!
"Besides, it is to leave a way out for myself. If the old man wants to capture me and take me back to the capital, I will lead my troops north and take the grassland directly."

After a pause, Zhu Gang looked at Zhu Biao again.

"That's more like your character."

Zhu Biao was not surprised when he heard this, but nodded.

"So you really governed Taiyuan well?"

Zhu Chong looked at Zhu Gang and asked the key question.

"That's right. The North is not as good as the South after all. I can be angry with the old man, but I can't ignore the people."

"So I overturned all of the old man's national policies and used my own methods to govern Taiyuan."

"Under my governance, Taiyuan not only recovered its vitality, but also surpassed the capital."

After saying this, a hint of pride flashed in Zhu Gang's eyes again.

The Northern Expedition to the grasslands was fruitful. A cavalry of 200,000 was built to sweep the land and resist the foreign invaders.

After governing Taiyuan, the people have enough food and clothing, no longer what they used to be. Who would dare to underestimate such an achievement?

At this point, not only Zhu Biao, but even Zhu Chong understood what Zhu Gang meant.

It is no wonder that Zhu Gang wanted to blockade Taiyuan.

After all, he overturned all the national policies made by Zhu Yuanzhang and governed Taiyuan in an orderly manner.

So if it is not blocked, wouldn't it be telling everyone in the world that the so-called national policy of the Ming Dynasty is a joke?

That would not only damage Zhu Yuanzhang's prestige, but would also cause a huge turmoil in the Ming Dynasty.

"But in three years, no matter how you block the news, it will reach the capital, right?"

"After all, the people are human beings. The wealth of Taiyuan will inevitably sweep across the north." "But until today, if you hadn't spoken, how could we know the wealth of Taiyuan?"

Zhu Biao still couldn't understand and looked at Zhu Gang.

Although the journey is long and the news is blocked, but after three years, even if it is under blockade, there should be some news, right?

Not to mention the capital, there is no news even from the north. Is this normal?
"Who told you that no one in the North knows?"

"It's just that the capital is too far away from the north, and the news is blocked, so you don't know."

"After all, the people in the north are displaced, and it is difficult to thoroughly quantify the population, and most of the people have already migrated south."

"Also, if you want to enter Taiyuan, you must register, enter your household registration, and become a citizen of Taiyuan."

"This will not only increase the population of Taiyuan, but also block the news."

Zhu Gang waved his hand again.

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao nodded as if he suddenly understood something.

After the war in the north, life became even more difficult.

After the founding of the Ming Dynasty, although benevolent policies were implemented in the north, it would take decades for the north to recover.

Therefore, most people in the north left their homes and migrated south.

After all, although the South was also damaged, it was still much stronger than the North.

It is also for this reason that people in the south will never go to the north.

Even if there were, they were the people who were taken captive.

"Now you understand? After all, the South is richer than the North, so how could the people of the South come to the North to make a living?"

Zhu Gang looked at Zhu Biao who seemed to be deep in thought, then smiled, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"It can only be the old man, or a spy for the court officials."

Hearing this, Zhu Biao also nodded.

"But there are many people who have been taken captive, so how can you identify the spies?"

Zhu Chong asked with some doubts.

"Pretense is always just disguise, just like what the third brother said, it looks like the real thing but not the real thing."

Zhu Gang did not speak, but Zhu Biao turned to look at Zhu Chong and said.

After all, you can pretend to be a ragged commoner, but you cannot act out the suffering that the common people have experienced.

"Come to think of it, I kind of miss that gentleman of mine."

At that time, a hint of nostalgia flashed in Zhu Gang's eyes again.

"gentlemen?"

In response to this, Zhu Biao and Zhu Chong both looked at Zhu Gang.

After all, with Zhu Gang's literary talent, who else could he call "Sir"?
"Gu Xiuqi, also known by his courtesy name Jinyu, is the same age as me."

Looking at the curious Zhu Biao and Zhu Chong, Zhu Chong immediately smiled and said, "He is the most talented person in the county."

"The talent of the whole county?"

Zhu Chong frowned slightly and said, "How can you call me a gentleman when I am only a talent from one county?"

“Enough to govern the country.”

Zhu Biao stretched out his hand and hit Zhu Chong on the back of his head before looking at Zhu Gang and saying.

"Second brother, I hope you didn't mean to fool me when you said that you would hang your head on the beam and prick your thigh with a needle."

Zhu Gang decisively gave Zhu Biao a thumbs up, then looked at Zhu Chong unhappily and said, "Look at the boss, then look at you, you look the same as if you have no brains."

"Uh-huh."

Zhu Chong suddenly looked at Zhu Gang and Zhu Biao with some resentment, like the bullied young wife.

Zhu Gang and Zhu Biao felt a chill and goose bumps appeared all over their bodies.

"Can you get out!"

Zhu Chong: (~￣▽￣)
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