It mainly tells the story of the ten-year drought in the Zhou Dynasty, which resulted in no harvest and the people were in dire straits. The protagonist Zhang Yunchuan traveled to this world and became a small coolie. Half a year later, he became a bandit. He was killed while transporting goods and accidentally traveled to ancient times. After traveling through time, he found that he had an extra memory of his predecessor. The memory of his predecessor told him that his predecessor was uneducated and had lost all his ancestral acres of thin farmland and his family's house in a gambling house half a year ago. Later, he worked hard to make money in order to become a police agent, but was exploited by the gang, and his sister was kidnapped to Yihonglou. Finally, he killed the county captain while fighting with Yihonglou's thugs. Since then, his life has undergone a major change.
This time travel took the protagonist to the Great Xia Dynasty, and he married the beautiful empress. He thought it was a luxurious life, but he was deceived? The protagonist directly calls for divorce? What happened?
Compared with the prosperity of Daqian, the dark clouds hanging over the head of the capital of Ming Dynasty seem to be dissipating. An old comrade stood up. He was Sun Chengzong, Yuan Chonghuan's old leader. The evaluation given to him by later generations of poems and books is that those who are insufficient in attack are more than enough to defend, and it is not easy to recover their talents and restore them. The meaning is that with this person's talent, it may not be easy to regain the lost territory, but it is no problem to trust him, reuse him, and stabilize the territory. It can be seen that even the Jurchen historians of later generations gave it a very high evaluation. In reality, Sun Chengzong's performance was also very fierce. From the time when the Jurchens invaded the Central Plains to when he took over the military power, Huang Taiji was beaten in less than two months and could not hold his head up, and finally had to retreat in despair. The unlucky guy Amin was left to guard the cities of Zunhua, Yongping, Qian'an, and Funing. At this moment, Sun Chengzong has gathered Ma Shilong, Yang Zhaoji and other veterans to prepare for a complete counterattack, seize the cities occupied by the Jurchens, and completely restore peace to the capital. Although the Ming Dynasty was very powerful, claiming to have an army of 200,000, Chu Xing could see clearly that Sun Chengzong relied on Ma Shilong, Cao Wenzhao, Zu Dashou...
"1742" Penetrates the Qing Dynasty and creates Qianlong's rebellion. Everyone was undecided due to Mr. Chen's appointment and fully expected Yang Guidong to reveal his subsequent ambitious blueprint, but they were caught off guard by a sudden statement. "Here today, I want to review." Everyone had heard Yang Guidong mention the word "review" several times at the construction site and in the school, and they knew that it meant self-reflection and admission of mistakes. But at this moment, in this closed-door meeting that was related to the lifeblood of the agricultural cooperative, the young man who single-handedly drew up the blueprint for the agricultural cooperative spoke out. Everyone was stunned, and the expectation on their faces instantly turned to astonishment. You looked at me and I looked at you, full of confusion. Without waiting for anyone to react, Yang Guidong stood up from the stool, knelt straight on the cold khaki ground with a "boom" sound. His back was straight, his eyes were red, and there was no trace of childish playfulness on his face, only heavy regret: "Grandpa, Grandpa Yao, uncle, Uncle Huowei, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for everyone in the farm community!" The old man clenched his beard suddenly, and Grandpa Yao suddenly stood up and wanted to help him, but was stopped by Yang Guidong's firm eyes. The young man's voice was hoarse, but his words were clear, and struck everyone's heart: "It's all my fault for not thinking well. I just want to let everyone get rid of hunger and cold as soon as possible, eat in the big canteen, live in newly built houses, and walk on the wide roads, but I forgot about the endless food, the excavator that can run by itself, the golden photovoltaic panels in the sun, the endless shuttle tricycles... These new things, in the eyes of others, are not blessings, but curses!" He took a deep breath and poured out all the worries he had accumulated in his heart: "The bigger the noise we make in the ravine, the easier it is to attract wolves! The Eight Banners cavalry of the Qing Dynasty and the local corrupt officials and evil gentry cannot tolerate 'outliers' like us." "Once they notice, with our current little wealth, the villagers' proficient fists and feet, their country skills of wielding swords and sticks, and the guards who are still talking about it, they can't resist it! At that time, the school will be burned down, the new house will be demolished, and everything we have gained with blood and sweat will be in vain!" These words were like a basin of ice water, extinguishing the enthusiasm in everyone's hearts, and making them wake up instantly. The hall was eerily quiet, the only sound was Yang Guidong's heavy breathing. The old man's hand stroking his beard stopped in mid-air, and his brows turned into knots; the impatience on Yao Grandpa's face faded away, replaced by solemnity; Yang Yunlong clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned white. None of them had ever thought about this. They were just carried away by the good days in front of them and did not dare to think deeply. Mr. Chen was even more shocked. He looked at Yang Guidong with a bit of awe in his eyes - this young man not only has the courage to pioneer, but also has the sobriety to be prepared for danger in times of peace. This responsibility is far beyond that of his peers. Little did they know that Yang Guidong's kneeling was not an impulse, but a decision made after careful consideration. He understood that if he didn't tell the truth now and put the crisis on the table, it would be too late to regret it if he tried to unite people's hearts when the Eight Banners Cavalry really came to the city. Only by putting down our dignity at this moment and frankly admitting our mistakes can everyone realize the urgency of the crisis, truly unite our hearts, and face the coming storm together. Yang Guidong knelt on the ground, his eyes swept over the solemn faces of everyone, and his voice became more firm: "Today I am here to admit my mistake, not to shirk responsibility, but to tell everyone: the good days of a farming community are never taken for granted." "In the future, we must not only immerse ourselves in work, but also raise our heads to guard against wolves. Only by twisting together and making preparations in advance can we maintain this hard-won peace!" "What a good boy, these words speak to our hearts!" Grandpa Yao received the look from the old man, and immediately stepped forward, holding Yang Guidong's arm firmly with both hands, and lifted him up from the ground with a strong force, full of love and recognition. The old man slowly stroked his gray beard, and his voice was soft but resounding, with the understanding and certainty unique to the elders: "My good boy, what you said, we old guys have discussed it in private several times. To be honest, How can we not be worried? How can we not be afraid? But in the end, we still choose to believe in you. I believe in your clear mind and that you can lead us poor people to find a way out in this dark world. " "Yes, Xiaoyao, don't blame yourself!" Uncle Huo Wei's eyes were red, his voice was filled with uncontrollable sadness, and he raised his hand to wipe his face. "If it weren't for the life-saving food you sent, our village on the mountain would have been littered with corpses and hungry people, and Yangjia Village might not have been able to survive alone! In this damn world, you gave us a way to survive!" He clenched his fists, his tone full of resentment against fate, and full of gratitude to Yang Guidong. Yang Yunlong stood half a step forward, his voice was simple but firm, with the responsibility of the president: "Xiao Yao, you don't have to blame yourself. We are willing to listen to your arrangements and follow you, which means that we recognize and believe you from the bottom of our hearts. Whether the agricultural cooperative is on the right path, the changes in the days are the best proof. The good days that I couldn't even imagine before are now right in front of me, and this is all brought about by you!" Mr. Chen also nodded in agreement, his eyes full of determination: "Xiao Yao, I have read countless people, and I am more proficient in the I Ching Bagua and Feng Shui numerology. My eyes can never be wrong! Your face hides the pattern of helping the world and bringing peace to the people, and you have the spirit of turning things around in your bones. You are the lucky star sent by God to save the poor! Following you, we feel at ease!" The solemn atmosphere in the hall gradually dissipated amid these sincere words, and was replaced by a scalding warmth. In everyone's eyes, the previous doubts were gone, leaving only their trust in Yang Guidong, their expectations for the agricultural cooperative, and their determination in the face of crisis. Yang Guidong looked at the elders who supported him unconditionally in front of him, his eyes heated up again, and an infinite power surged in his heart: With such a group of people walking side by side, no matter how big the storm is, they can get through it. "Grandpa, Grandpa Yao, don't worry, our agricultural cooperatives can't only defend passively." "Those Manchu and Qing court who upheld the old slave system and exploited the poor are out-and-out conservative reactionaries! We have grain, mines, new methods, and folks who want to live a good life, so we may not be incapable of defeating them!" This was the first time that he clearly identified the "old-school reactionaries" at a core meeting. His words were like a hammer that shattered the forbearance of the past, and the atmosphere in the hall instantly became excited. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to look at Yang Yunlong, and his tone suddenly tightened: "Uncle, where are the five pistols I gave you for safekeeping after the bandits were wiped out last time?" Yang Yunlong felt a chill in his heart, and immediately straightened his back, speaking in a cautious and confident tone: "Don't worry, Xiaoyao! I locked them in an iron box in my cellar, padded with dry straw to prevent moisture, and sent people to keep an eye on them day and night. I didn't lose them, and I didn't dare to show them to others easily, for fear of leaking the news!" "Okay!" Yang Guidong nodded heavily, looking at the five core elders present, and said decisively. "Uncle, please take out the guns later. Grandpa, Grandpa Yao, Uncle Huo Wei, Mr. Chen, and yourself, each carry one! The guns are loaded with bullets and should be hidden at all times. In the event of emergencies such as a surprise attack by the Qing minions, a counterattack by bandits, or an attack by a ferocious beast, it would be nice to have someone who can save your life!" As soon as these words came out, there was a low commotion in the hall. Everyone had only seen the power of "magic weapons" such as pistols when they were exterminating bandits. Now that they can hold it in their own hands, it is both an honor and a heavy responsibility. Grandpa Yao's eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "What a boy! I've wanted to play with this thing for a long time! With it on me, it will be harder to walk in the future!" Uncle Huowei clenched his fists, his dark face full of excitement: "With this killer weapon to protect you, if you encounter something with no eyes again, they will never come back!" The old man stroked his beard, his expression calm but unable to hide his approval: "My good boy, you have thought carefully. The few people present are related to the safety of the farm society. Our foundation in the farm society is here." Mr. Chen rubbed his fingertips, his eyes cautious but firm: "Although I am not good at using force, it sounds like this pistol is a magic weapon. I think with this gun, it can also defend the farm society." Yang Yunlong responded immediately: "Okay! I will make arrangements right away to ensure that everyone is properly equipped with a gun and no information will be leaked!" Yang Guidong turned to Li Xiaosheng again and softened his tone: "Xiaosheng, I will give you your pistol separately. You often go out to investigate and contact new villages, so you need this thing for self-defense." "Thank you, teacher!" Li Xiaosheng bowed and responded, his eyes full of excitement. This was not only a weapon for self-defense, but also the teacher's trust and trust in him. Five pistols to firmly arm the core team. There is no longer the previous solemnity in the hall, replaced by a sense of confidence. They are no longer poor people who can only be beaten passively, but fighters with sharp weapons in their hands and faith in their hearts, who dare to confront the reactionaries head-on!
The heroine of time travel is full of knowledge, has a strong heart, has feelings, has a career, has power and plans, and wants to build a strong country and army! Find a book with the same article, and a car with the same track! IQ is online, the more you watch, the more amazing it becomes!