Dreaming Back to the Ming Dynasty Spring

Today's novels too glorify corrupt officials, always saying that honest officials are fatuous and corrupt but they can get things done. This is artificially adding conditions for corrupt officials, corrupt officials ≠ capable.                                                                                                                                                                                                    I am determined to study, passed the imperial examination and became an official, and I don't know how to do anything else. But I just want to be greedy, and rule by mediocrity. This is the life of most corrupt officials. How many people in thousands of years can be truly greedy and still do something for the people? Most of them are in the name of being greedy for money first and becoming a high official before doing good deeds, but in reality?                                                                                                                                                                                      Although honest officials have mediocre talents and are unable to serve the people. What about corrupt officials? Is it realistic?

The writing of this book is very rough, with no details and no sense of substitution. Various places give people a very sloppy and casual feeling. They just come up with whatever they want. The emperor casually gave the protagonist the number one scholar, and Ling'er also casually said she won't marry if she doesn't want to marry. The subsequent battles were also written very casually, just like playing house, casually talking like a superman, saying how many battles to kill, and a history written like a fantasy novel. It's so fake! Moreover, the plot is ordinary. It is written as other people's novels, without any innovation. It is exactly the same as Tang Zhuan and Tomorrow. It is all about taking the imperial examination, training soldiers, fighting, doing glass, arithmetic, copying poems, going to sea and other cliché plots. I feel that it is too tacky to write like this in every book...

To be honest, I don't like those that constantly punch North America and kick Europe. The world view is too big and most of the authors have no understanding of places other than the Central Plains. Originally, it was written very well in the Central Plains, but I had to cater to some people's whims of saying "all that the sun and the moon shine upon are Han", and then the more I wrote, the more it collapsed. The most outrageous thing is that in the 100th chapter, the protagonist sent people to go to sea, and then in the 200th chapter, the people came back. They just said what advanced technology we brought back, and then occupied which place. It has become our territory, all the processes are omitted, it is really not interesting There are also those who make guns and cannons. If you have a cannon and you are invincible, why do you need to write it? It's like playing a game with invincibility and one-click group destruction. I don't believe you are interested in continuing to play the next day. The author's writing is boring and we are not interested in reading it. But if you have guns and cannons and still play the role of a big boss, and the world has not changed because you have cannons, then this seems very useless. It is better not to write about it. This degree is difficult to grasp. Actually, I used to like those who occupied the entire earth or used guns and cannons to conquer the world during the Three Kingdoms or the Tang and Song Dynasties. The problem is that it is very boring to write them all like this. They often end near the end and then go to conquer the world. The detailed process is not directly explained in a few strokes. The last chapter explains how many places the protagonist has conquered. I really don't understand what's there to write about. The author originally wanted to add icing on the cake, but it turned out to be superfluous. Now I feel sick when I see those who go to sea, colonize North America, and conquer the Mediterranean. I always feel that all the civil and military officials in the imperial court are short-sighted while the protagonist is ambitious. This kind of self-absorption is really a bit jarring to watch.

Although we always complain about Laowang's short size, we have to admit that the quality of Laowang is still guaranteed. The chapter about killing Qi bandits especially shows Lao Wang's skills. On the scene, the description of how the two armies laid out, faced off, and charged was very orderly, but it did not make people feel dry at all, but only made their blood boil; and Wang Er's personal performance was even more amazing, abandoning his horse and fighting first. Soldiers are brave. They draw their guns when they are wounded. They are brave. They have the legacy of Xiahou Dun. Riding twenty miles alone to capture Qi bandits alive is brave. They "beat the horse" and "get close" and then "pick" with ease, just like a monkey picking peaches. Some book friends in the comment area imitated this sentence using the word "", but I personally think it is not as wonderful as the original word "pick". Combined with the fact that King Wen's second bone was seriously injured due to a fracture, it became even more clear that Wang Er was tenacious, courageous and unwavering in his will. For the quality of this section, Lao Wang's daily update of 100 is worth the monthly ticket. This section reminds me of the scene in "The Rise of the Literary Heroes of the Republic of China" written by Wang Qianqian. When the news that Zhou Zhenzhen's works won awards abroad came back to China, Master Mei was performing the part of Farewell My Concubine in the theater. It was also so amazing. Although this book failed and I ordered it all and had to read the D version with all kinds of sq ads, Lao Wang's book is worth reading carefully, and I recognized it after seeing the ads. What? You mean Xiangjiang? Take more kidney-tonifying pills. Are you feeling bad?

I can't stand it anymore after reading more than 300 chapters. According to the setting of the article, the male protagonist is just an engineering dog who builds bridges and digs holes. He knows everything. No matter what he does, he is very perfunctory and casual. If you want to cheat him, describe the male protagonist as awesome from the beginning. The male protagonist succeeds casually no matter what he does. There is no sense of rigor in a historical novel. The more you read, the more boring you are. There is no sense of expectation. It is just a cool article.

The author's portrayal of Zhang Zhixian (Zhang Maolan) is so wonderful that he has a hidden bottle of wine waiting to be tasted slowly with like-minded colleagues. It gave me the illusion that I could see the essence of Yan Jiansheng's description of his death. I hope the author can portray more images of scholar-bureaucrats in the traditional Chinese sense in his articles!

Sometimes I really don't understand. There were really many capable ministers in the Ming Dynasty, and the power was also in the hands of the ministers. How could the world be governed like that?

Dreaming Back to the Great Ming Spring

Seeing that Lao Wang is still so naughty, I feel relieved

I didn't read the first one by Lao Wang, and I haven't read a little bit of The Wild Age. It's not my cup of tea. Compared with another novel written by a famous historical writer, this one is still good-looking. The comparison effect is quite obvious. Unfortunately, the update is too slow.

After reading about two hundred and seventy chapters, I became more and more irritated. I want to skip to the chapter and read it. Can anyone who has fully ordered it tell me?

Lao Wang's book is one of the few online books that you won't feel is a waste of time after reading it.

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It's not short, it's long, it's not long, I want to save it but I can't help but read it, it seems I don't have enough concentration.

It was originally from the Republic of China. I really enjoyed reading it. It was well written. I read it a long time ago, but I couldn't stand it halfway through. But a few days ago, I was reading the recent classic "Forever", and I suddenly became very interested in the Republic of China, so I looked it up again.

There is a lot of content worth expanding on and writing about, rather than just talking about it in one go. Many classic historical works have also mentioned many capable ministers and generals who were born at the bottom. The protagonist arranged for them to have an entry point and interests, which opened up the path to change. For example, the Salt Policy was written in one sitting, but the proposed plan could not be passed at all. Similar to changes in this type of field, Cite three examples The reform of Sulian, Sulian was indeed in a situation where it had to reform, but it was just a design from the upper level, and the lower levels did not implement it or read it wrongly. In the end, the opponents took advantage of the loopholes in the New Deal to detonate internal conflicts and disintegrate. The establishment of the special economic zone or Xiaogang Village, by finding the starting point, pulling and pushing, promotes the pace of change. Pudadi's method of bringing order to chaos and eliminating oligarchs is to recruit small oligarchs to combine the power of the government to establish a new type of oligarchs Suggestion, let nature take its course. Such changes in the middle and late Ming Dynasty generally support emerging progressive interest groups through increasing revenue and reducing expenditures (reducing expenditures), and then copying corrupt officials to win the hearts of the people (reducing expenditures) and maintaining neutrality, thereby bringing order to chaos!

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Let's talk about the shortcomings of this book first. The book begins with the protagonist's founding of the country overseas. The time compression is too high and it seems a bit unfinished. At first glance, I thought it was because the author lost the interest in narration. However, in the last few chapters, when he returned to writing about China, the author's writing power recovered. It can be seen that the main reason for the author's decline in writing power and time compression should be the lack of textual research on foreign countries and his inability to describe in detail. Disregarding the narration of foreign countries, this book can be regarded as a refreshing article. The setting of the protagonist who is both civilized and military makes the whole text enjoyable. At the same time, as for historical fictional novels, as long as they do not blindly pursue technology, it is considered a good article.

Is the author from Guizhou? There seems to be a Chuanqing tribe over there

I don't care, I want a harem, I don't care 🤫🤫🤫🤫

There are still big differences in details between the Ming Dynasty and the imperial examination system and the Qing Dynasty system.

The era is over and the wildness is gone. Dream back to the Ming Dynasty, and the storm will rise again.

Lao Wang, please speed up the update. Automatically subscribe. Until now, I realized that I am still a trainee. Isn't it embarrassing for you?

A tall building rises from the ground, a landmark building, made by myself

I haven't drawn for a long time, my hands are raw, and I don't even know where to start with the characters. I have almost forgotten the structural relationship. If there are any mistakes in the drawing, please spray lightly.

Lao Wang's books have also begun to contain more and more private goods. Just like Yu 2, Yu 2's books have always been the hardest hit area for private goods. Is the inclusion of private goods a hurdle that historical literature cannot overcome?

A dream lasts for a hundred years and a lifetime, riding a horse happily will bring great joy to the bright spring. Going to the country and disappearing is like waking up from a dream. How can we distinguish between illusion and reality? The fifty-ninth year of Shaofeng in Ming Dynasty, the forty-fifth year of Xianning in Tianzhu, the year 4288 of Kaiyuan, and the year 1590 of AD. Even though it is already the twelfth lunar month, the weather is not as cold as Beijing. Baguio City, which is like spring all year round, has a pleasant climate even in winter and is full of life everywhere. But people are not like Baguio.                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Baguio is like spring in the four seasons, is a cycle that goes back and forth year after year, but people are born, old, sick and die, and will eventually pass away. Like his two beloved wives, Wang Yuan had to lie in bed all day long before his death, experiencing the torment of illness. Under the care of his family, he waited for death calmly but not calmly. Lying flat on the bed, covered with a brocade quilt, his eyes were dull and lifeless. Even though he was once glorious, at this time, Wang Yuan was already a truly twilight person. Wang Yuan should have had no desires or pursuits. He was a free and unrestrained person. He had stayed in this world for so long and experienced the death of his loved ones many times. He should have been very open-minded about death. However, when he fell into the ultimate loneliness in his life, the nightmare-like question jumped out from the deepest layer of his mind, entangled him like gangrene in his bones, until his consciousness and body completely died. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and his distracted eyes regrouped. He responded as loudly as possible, so that the people outside could hear his permission to enter. The person who knocked on the door was his eldest grandson Wang Gang, who is also the current head of the Luzon Kingdom. Wang Gang walked to Wang Yuan's bed and looked at the miserable appearance of his grandfather who was tortured by the disease. He understood that his grandfather might not survive today, but it was still necessary to pay him respects every day. When he was about to pay his respects to his grandfather, Wang Yuan asked him first, "Gang'er, do you believe there are gods in this world?" "Gods?" He looked at his grandfather, still lying down, looking sideways at him, with expectation on his face, as if he wanted to hear him say a certain answer, an answer he wanted to hear. Although he was a little surprised as to why his grandfather would mention this, Wang Gang still blurted out: "We are the children of a saint, how dare we talk about the power of ghosts and gods? Moreover, in your theory, grandpa, everything has its own laws of operation. If there are gods, wouldn't it be contrary to your theory?" Wang Gang quietly stared at Wang Yuan's face, answering carefully while observing the changes in Wang Yuan's expression. But Wang Yuan's expression did not change at all. He just listened quietly to Wang Gang's answer and did not comment on it at all, as if he already knew how Wang Gang would answer him. He has indeed guessed how his eldest grandson will answer. Although this is not the answer he wants to hear, this answer is the most appropriate, the most rational, and the result of his own fault - he brought enlightened science to Ming Dynasty, and he drove away the ignorant ghosts and gods for Ming Dynasty. So when he needed God, God took revenge on him severely. His wishful thinking turned into a phantom after all. Time goes back to four years ago, and the life of his first wife, Huang E, has entered a countdown.        ，，， Sitting on the edge of the bed, Wang Yuan guarded his beloved wife, spending the last time with her and giving her the last bit of warmth. "Husband, I dreamed about Sister Ling'er last night." Lying on the bed, Huang E said calmly. Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then sighed again: "Really? Are you going to leave me too?" He stretched out his withered hands and stroked his wife's wrinkled face. The cheeks he touched had the coolness of a dying person, but the tears he touched still had the hotness of a young girl. Huang E's two lines of clear tears flowed down her face and dripped on the jade pillow below. She looked at her husband with a smile on her face, her eyes full of tenderness and reluctance.       "，，，，，，？"，，："，"       Huang E struggled to show a dumbfounded expression. This damn old man would not forget to deal with her until she died. "Do you still remember the night we got married?" Huang E stared at Wang Yuan and held his hand and asked, "I served you rice and poured you wine, but you laughed at me like I was singing an opera." Wang Yuan listened quietly to his wife's confession, and memories of the past emerged in his mind one by one. "I didn't understand anything at the time. I heard everything about getting married from operas. Of course, it's the same as singing operas." Huang E was talking to himself, not noticing that the corners of Wang Yuan's eyes were already moist. "Almost seventy years have passed in a flash. I have been married to you for seventy years. You are no longer the high-spirited number one scholar, and I am no longer the ignorant and ignorant girl I was." A look of nostalgia appeared on her face, and Huang E's voice had a hint of crying at this time, and her tears were still flowing. "How I want to wear the phoenix crown again and wait for you in the attic on the east side of my house, waiting for you to wear the No. 1 Scholar robe and ride on a tall horse to marry me again. I will never let my husband laugh at me again." At this point, Huang E burst into laughter again. But she immediately put away her expression, raised her head, looked at Wang Yuan, and saw the corners of Wang Yuan's eyes hanging with tears. She took her right hand away from Wang Yuan's palm, raised it tremblingly in front of Wang Yuan, and wiped the corners of his eyes with endless tenderness in her eyes. She said slowly: "But no one is young anymore. I don't dare to hope that I can accompany my husband for another seventy years. I just hope that before I leave, my husband can be by my side to accompany me instead of leaving alone." "That's good, I just want to see my husband smile." Huang E also smiled at this time, paused, and then said: "Husband, the sister Ling'er I saw last night was what she looked like when she was young. She was riding a horse on the grassland with a heroic appearance. She saw me and asked me to get on the horse and go with her. You will never guess where we went." Wang Yuan listened quietly and did not answer Huang E's question. Huang E paused and slowly opened his mouth to reveal the answer: "We have returned to our home in Beijing. You are waiting for us at home." After saying this, Huang E laughed, as happily as a girl who has successfully teased others. Huang E kept laughing, her laughter getting smaller and smaller. Her right hand slowly slipped from Wang Yuan's cheek to the edge of the bed, her eyes slowly closed, and finally she lost her voice. The scene from ten years ago reappeared before our eyes. Huang E followed Song Linger home. Wang Yuan finally became a loner. It was an extremely unreal feeling, just as unreal as when he traveled back to the Ming Dynasty. This is the first time he has truly and completely experienced separation between life and death. All the people we spend our lives with will eventually pass away, sooner or later, before or after. He came into this world alone, bringing nothing but memories, and when he was about to die, he was alone, with no one or anything left except memories. It's like a dream A dream that lasts for ninety years and takes a lifetime to interpret. And now, the dream is about to be finished. Then came four long years. The oval gray cocoon hangs on the branch, its lower part slowly opening, or in other words, being slowly opened. The butterfly with its wings wrapped around its body slipped from inside and hung upside down on the cocoon. Its wings spread out, and gradually expanded from a pair of sluggish and wrinkled wings into a pair of broad and bright wings. It crawled along the branches and leaves, and finally climbed onto the green leaves. Its wings vibrated slightly, getting ready to take off, and then spread its wings and flew high, until it flew out of Wang Yuan's sight. Wang Yuan was fascinated as he watched the insects emerge from their cocoons and turned into butterflies.        ，， Just like him, Wang Yuan, traveled to the Ming Dynasty and was reborn. His ordinary self also achieved extraordinary achievements in his new life. He drove away the Tartars, made great achievements, saved the country and the people, became a great minister, and showed his splendor throughout his life. However, even if an insect turns into a butterfly, its life span is only a few dozen days, which is fleeting. And he, Wang Yuan, lived for decades, and was just a flash in the pan in history. Human life is still too short, insignificant compared with time. However, the most important question to consider is not this. Why did he travel to the Ming Dynasty? He suddenly thought about this problem? This is a question that he should have thought about but has been ignored intentionally or unintentionally. The glorious successor of shzy in his previous life and his status as an engineering dog allowed him to accept the baptism of science, and his trust in science has been engraved in his bones. Time travel is nonsense, something that should only appear in novels and TV series. Shzy successors and science communicators should not believe this. However, this is not the case. He really traveled through time and traveled to the Ming Dynasty. Throughout his life, he was promoted to higher positions, married and had children, made marquises and prime ministers, and fought in all directions. His life began in Guizhou, a poor and remote barbarian land, and he realized his half-life ambition in Beijing, the prosperous capital of Ming Dynasty. After becoming an official, he came to Tianzhu, a foreign land far away from his homeland, and finally retired to Baguio, a peaceful city where birds sing and flowers bloom. All of this left him with too many memories and too deep an impression, making him feel that he had indeed lived in the Ming Dynasty. "Maybe science is wrong. There really is a god. He cares about the land of China and sent me to travel here to save the Chinese nation." Wang Yuan stood under the eaves and muttered to himself, but then he shook his head and denied his idea. However, the doubts have not been eliminated, and he still doesn't understand why he traveled through time. He walked at an old pace in the courtyard, thinking non-stop. He suddenly thought of the butterfly just now. Butterflies don't just mean breaking out of cocoons and being reborn. He thought of the sage more than a thousand years ago, Zhuang Zhou who "didn't know that Zhou's dream was Hu Dieyu, and Hu Die's dream was Zhou Yu." "Maybe this is a dream, a dream so real that I can't tell the difference?" His remarkable life, his fulfilling and real life, is everything about him just a dream? He began to panic in his heart. In the past ninety years, he, who had always been calm and calm, felt panic for the first time. "Maybe there really is a god?" Wang Yuan picked up the answer he had discarded and did not want to think about this question again. This may be the reason why he has been ignoring it intentionally or unintentionally - he did not want to break the membrane of the truth. "Grandpa, grandpa, are you okay?" His grandson's concerned greeting brought Wang Yuan back from his thoughts of memories. He looked at his grandson in front of him and felt a strange feeling coming over him. There is no God in this world. Maybe this is really a dream. "Is this really a dream?" Wang Yuan raised his hands in front of him. Although his eyesight was already dim, he could still clearly see the sparse age spots and wrinkled skin on his dry and thin hands. "What a real dream." Wang Yuan murmured to himself, staring at the palm of his hand. He turned his palms and looked over and over again, trying to figure out why, trying to grasp the illusory and out-of-reach reality. The ninety years passed quickly in his mind over and over again like a movie, as if he had really experienced it, and also as if it was really a dream, a movie-like dream. "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Wang Gang saw Wang Yuan's expression was very strange and asked worriedly, but Wang Yuan seemed not to hear him. He was still mumbling to himself, mumbling words, but his accent began to become weird. Wang Gang swore that he had never heard Wang Yuan speak with such an accent. ——Because it is the accent of Mandarin, the original Beijing dialect from five hundred years later mixed with Manchu accents. What a familiar and unfamiliar language. After ninety years of separation, or maybe it was just a dream, he once again used Mandarin, which he would never use in the Ming Dynasty. In a trance, high-rise buildings stood before his eyes, steel carriages and horses galloped in his mind, and the neon lights that never went out at night illuminated his heart again. Everything returned here, and the memories that had been isolated for ninety years seemed to be revived at this moment. "Previous... Past life..." Wang Yuan's raised hand dropped down. His vital signs were already very weak, his heart rate was dropping, and his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, but he still tried his best to shout these two words, although it seemed to Wang Gang that his grandfather just said two words softly with a weird accent. "Did I really travel through time? Or maybe this is indeed a dream." Wang Yuan thought in his unconscious mind. He recalled everything in his previous life, except himself. Who is he? Behind the name Wang Yuan, his original identity may also be the starting point of all dreams. What is it? At the beginning of this dream, he had already forgotten it. Who am I? Who I am? Who I am? Who I am? Wang Yuan's mind was in chaos, with only this question constantly echoing in his mind. Wang Yuan's dull eyes saw the black mist coming from a distance, slowly enveloping and eroding him, and he understood that his time was running out. "I... I..." Wang Yuan's weak breathing became rapid. Wang Gang looked at his grandfather and thought he had some last words for him, so he knelt half-kneeling by the bed and leaned over to listen. "It's... Wang..." Although Wang Yuan's hoarse voice and weird accent made it difficult for Wang Gang to distinguish, he still thought he heard what his grandfather wanted to say, and then Wang Gang quietly waited for Wang Yuan to say the last word of his life. "Zi... Jun." It's not a word. He finally remembered. The rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and the calming breathing stopped at a certain moment. The black fog completely enveloped the mind, and the consciousness fell into silence completely, like stagnant water that could no longer make any waves. Wang Yuan, or rather Wang Zijun, finally closed his eyes. His dream is over. It's time to wake up.

I was chatting with Lao Wang the day before yesterday. The new book starts with the protagonist being a bit miserable 😭. He couldn't say anything unexpected. The new book will be released on June 12. If there are any changes, we will notify you separately. Thank you to the readers who paid attention to Lao Wang's new book. New book See you on 6.12. 🤝🙏

Having been raising it for half a year, it is almost finished. The new book must be signed, and I will leave a post as proof.

What is the author's academic qualifications? The books he wrote actually gave me a feeling of reading literary works, especially the new work "I". I specifically looked back and read his first book Taiwan Entertainment 1971, and found that the writing style of the first book was surprisingly smooth and the pictures were full of sense. I read a dozen of them without paying attention. There was no excessive literary talent. The simple and clear text was extremely smooth and had Yu Hua's style. . . . . I'm very frustrated. It seems that writing a book requires a lot of talent. I can't even describe the picture in my mind. Alas.