The Ming Dynasty's Imperial Preceptor

The moon hangs high during the Mid-Autumn Festival and is as bright as day. In the narrow prison room, the moonlight illuminated Jiang Xinghuo's face. Feeling that time was almost up, Jiang Xinghuo and his group came to the old crooked neck tree. Jiang Xinghuo leaned lazily against the crooked neck tree. "Mr. Jiang, what should we talk about today's Mid-Autumn Festival?" "It's already the Mid-Autumn Festival." Jiang Xinghuo sighed, "Then let's talk about this festival." He stretched leisurely, his voice was hoarse, and he talked about the meaning of traditional Chinese festivals. "Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for family reunion. Relatives sit together to spend the festival together, full of friendship." Jiang Xinghuo's voice spread throughout the courtyard and shocked everyone present. In the corner, the second prince Zhu Gaochi sat quietly, listening attentively. His eyes flashed with a strange light, as if he was thinking about a deeper meaning. "Dragon Boat Festival, dragon boat racing, folk wear calamus to ward off evil spirits and plague. This is an ancient custom, and there is a profound culture behind it." Jiang Xinghuo continued to talk, his words contained deep pride. Outside the prison, Emperor Zhu Di and Yao Guangxiao were approaching secretly. They were attracted by the sound and couldn't help but want to find out. Yao Guangxiao's eyes showed awe: "This Mr. Jiang can still be so energetic in such a difficult situation. It's really admirable." Zhu Di was silent, but there was some understanding in his eyes. He has never been in such close contact with these traditional cultures, but at this moment he feels an unprecedented closeness. "The Lantern Festival, dimmed lights, dragon and lion dances, folk songs and laughter, has been passed down for thousands of years." Jiang Xinghuo's words were filled with deep emotions, as if they could make people feel the liveliness and joy of the ancient festival. Zhu Gaochi has been listening silently, as if there is a fire burning in his heart. Although he is a prince, he has never lived in a prosperous palace and has never understood these traditional cultures so deeply. Zhu Di and Yao Guangxiao also stayed outside the prison, listening constantly. They seemed to have glimpsed another world, a world full of wisdom and warmth. "Culture is the soul of a country." Jiang Xinghuo's voice revealed unwavering belief, "Only by inheriting and promoting its own culture can a nation be truly strong." "And in order to protect these traditional cultures, it is particularly important One thing is - "Jiang Xinghuo paused, "Holiday!" "Holiday is not only a custom, but also a kind of respect and protection for our cultural heritage." Zhu Gaochi listened with interest. He had never thought about these traditional cultures in this way. Having a holiday, he understood, was not only for personal rest, but also for the cohesion and unity of the entire society. "During holidays, people will return to their homes and reunite with their families to spend time." Jiang Xinghuo continued to explain, "This kind of reunion not only brings family ties closer, but also enhances the emotions between neighbors and forms a close social network." Under the eavesdropping of Zhu Di and Yao Guangxiao, Jiang Xinghuo talked about how traditional festivals have become the bond of society and how people can feel the connection and dependence between each other in a common experience. Holidays have become a common experience for a country and a nation! Holidays are the most direct and warm way for social cohesion! Jiang Xinghuo's voice echoed in the cell. He said: "A holiday is also a guarantee for social stability. It provides people with an opportunity to adjust their body and mind and calm their emotions, making the entire society more harmonious." These words made Zhu Di fall into deep thought. In a prosperous country, cultural inheritance is an important guarantee for social stability. People feel the cohesion of their country in the atmosphere of traditional festivals, and also find a sense of belonging in the common cultural heritage. "If a country or a nation loses its recognition and respect for its own culture, it will lose its stable foundation." Yao Guangxiao said with emotion, "Holidays are not only a respect for traditional culture, but also a protection of social order." "Your Majesty, Mr. Jiang is really an amazing person." Yao Guangxiao looked at Zhu Di, his words full of admiration, "His heart is full of love and belief in culture." Zhu Di nodded, and thousands of words surged in his heart. "During this period, I seem to have seen a whole new world." He said softly, "These traditional cultures have allowed me to re-understand my country." Zhu Gaochi stood in front of the prison cell, with a firm determination shining in his eyes. "I want to pass on these traditional cultures, let more people understand them, and make our country stronger." "Your Majesty, we should let Mr. Jiang regain his freedom and let him pass on this love and belief." Yao Guangxiao said sincerely. Zhu Di took a deep breath and decided to send an envoy to ask Jiang Xinghuo to be released from prison. "His mission shouldn't end in this small place!"

In the fourth year of Emperor Jianwen's reign, it rained in Nanjing. Speaking of this rain, people living in the wine and tea shops on the streets of Nanjing can't help but have some remarks. Mainly because the rain was a bit weird. It rained early in the morning, and there were two full moons hanging in the sky. Above the sky, streaks of red light scattered. That scene must be so bizarre, so bizarre. As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door. For the people who eat melons, this is just the scene when Emperor Yongle first moved into the capital. People can't help but think so. At this time, Emperor Jianwen had disappeared. Zhu Di wanted to claim the throne and fought all the way from Yanjing to Nanjing. After many ups and downs, he finally took over the imperial baton from his eldest brother's son. Ordinary people think so. Only our protagonist, the Son of Destiny, deeply understands the true meaning of these scattered red lights. Before the red light scattered, Jiang Xinghuo was still in another world, well, about to be killed. And when the crying red light floated away and scattered everywhere. Jiang Xinghuo's real figure in another world began to gradually become illusory. Until finally, completely disappear. Then when he opened his eyes again, he found that she was already lying on a pile of straw, surrounded by a slightly dark prison wall. Through the chessboard-sized window on the wall, Jiang Xinghuo could just see the two full moons outside, which were gradually and slowly disappearing. The red light scattered everywhere seemed to disappear in front of the melon-eating crowd, but in fact it could be clearly seen from Jiang Xinghuo's perspective. All those red lights passed through the prison window and hit Jiang Xinghuo's body. "Hmm...", So much so that the first sound made by Jiang Xinghuo, who had just traveled through time, was actually like this... "Hen...". When everything was settled, Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but sigh. "It's another life, and this time the starting point is worse than the last one, but for me, it's good news. After all, I want to die!" In the first few days, Jiang Xinghuo often babbled like this to the iron gate of the prison nervously. The cell bosses all looked at him as if he was crazy. He was probably thinking, "What a good child, but after such an implicated case, he became so stupid." However, it was probably because the laws of the Ming Dynasty were too strict. Therefore, although the old men all think so in their hearts, no one dares to express their true opinions. Even when communicating with our protagonist, they mostly use scolding words, and all those warm words are rotten in their stomachs. Time passed bit by bit, and gradually, Jiang Xinghuo gradually adapted to life in prison. Well, the food was not very good, and there were mice when sleeping, but because the enemy took care of him, he got a lot less beatings. However, the prison seemed very harsh, but he spent most of the time resting. He didn't know when he would be able to eat the meal of beheading, but with a click, he was sent away. Jiang Xinghuo often has such fantasies. But it seems that because of the protagonist's halo, he later met Zhu Di's second son, and the quality of his life changed drastically. I don't know if he can still die. On this day, after eating prison food, Jiang Xinghuo was lying on the straw with his teeth as usual, not knowing what he was thinking. At this moment, a slightly annoying voice sounded in his ears, "Mr. Jiang, don't sleep, it's time to go to class!" He knew that the annoying second boy was here again. Jiang Xinghuo felt like it was raining in his heart, "Oh, when will I die?"

In the early morning, the breeze gently blew the leaves, and the air after the rain was filled with the fragrance of green grass. "Dingle bell!" The bell on the carriage made a crisp sound as it was blown by the breeze. This bell was given to her by Jiang Xinghuo as a gift on her birthday. Although it was not a delicate gift, it was a thoughtful one. The carriage stopped slowly. After a moment, the curtain opened and Xu Miaojin stepped out of the car. Today, Xu Miaojin is wearing a moon-white dress and a light green shawl, looking fresh and elegant. Her face is fair and delicate, her facial features are exquisite, and her eyebrows are as curved as a crescent moon. The eyes are dark and bright, shining like two gems. She is slender and tall, with straight black hair tied up in a hosta, with only a few strands scattered in front of her forehead, making her look particularly cute. There was a smile on her lips, like a blooming peony. "Master Imperial Master." Xu Miaojin saw Jiang Xinghuo and stepped forward to pay his respects. Jiang Xinghuo also saw Xu Miaojin, and he nodded slightly in response. Jiang Xinghuo and Xu Miaojin walked side by side without much conversation. Jiang Xinghuo was silent all the way, looking into the distance with an extremely indifferent expression. Xu Miaojin lowered her head, stirring the hem of her clothes uneasily with her hands, her cheeks a little flushed, as shy as before. Soon, they arrived in front of a palace. The palace was magnificent, with red doors and red walls, and it was majestic. This was Zhu Di's summons. "Master Imperial Master, please!" The palace maid said respectfully. Jiang Xing walked into the palace with his legs raised, while Xu Miaojin stayed outside, preparing to go to see Queen Xu. Although the palace is gorgeous, it is also full of tense atmosphere. Jiang Xinghuo and Zhu Di were talking. The content of their conversation was unknown, but judging from Jiang Xinghuo's expression, he seemed a little dissatisfied. Zhu Di had a serious face and sharp eyes, as if he was thinking about something important. The atmosphere in the palace felt depressing. When Xu Miaojin was waiting outside, the scene in front of her was completely different from that in the palace. In the garden outside the palace, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the breeze is blowing, like a beautiful picture. Xu Miaojin walked to a rockery and carefully observed the moss on the rock. Suddenly she discovered a small butterfly, which was dancing happily and happily. Xu Miaojin couldn't help but smile, as if she was also happy along with the little butterfly. Her attention was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. When she looked back, it was Queen Xu's maid who came to summon her. A trace of surprise flashed across Xu Miaojin's face, but she immediately regained her composure. She followed the maid into a palace and saw Queen Xu sitting on the couch. Xu Miaojin stepped forward to salute, and Queen Xu nodded slightly, signaling her to stand up. Empress Xu asked Xu Miaojin with a smile, her voice gentle and cordial: "How are you lately?" With a smile on her face, Xu Miaojin bowed and replied: "Thank you, Empress, for your concern. I am fine." The empress nodded, and then Empress Xu and Xu Miaojin began to chat about trivial matters, such as plants in the garden and some trivial matters in the palace. The queen also praised Xu Miaojin's recent performance, which made her very happy. Xu Miaojin also asked the queen some questions, and the conversation between the two parties was very pleasant. In the palace, the conversation between the emperor and Jiang Xinghuo ended. He said goodbye to Zhu Di and left the palace. After walking out of the palace, Jiang Xinghuo took a deep breath. He felt that the task was so important that he had no time to care about the love between his children. This reform is just the beginning. People who are involved in it may not realize that they are creating history and slowly entering a new era.

Zhu Gaoxu, the second son of Zhu Di, the founder of Ming Dynasty, was treated properly by his brother because his mother was Queen Wen Xu, but in the final historical ending, he did not get a good death, and his death was somewhat too miserable. The reason is that he has an iron frame, which is full of rebellion. But this is the reason why Jiang Xinghuo has never been to this world, and now the most wonderful change has happened. Jiang Xinghuo has traveled to this world. Zhu Gaoxu became his first disciple, and his power and status are evident. No, at this time, the two of them were invited out of prison and went to confront Dao Yan, the number one master in the Ming Dynasty. The afternoon sun was strong, and after receiving Zhu Di's release command, Zhu Gaoxu and Jiang Xinghuo were escorted all the way to the mountain where Master Tao lived. The sunshine at this time is very fierce. If two people walk straight up, they will inevitably get a lot of blows. Fortunately, Emperor Yongle was astonished after listening to Jiang Xinghuo's many remarks several times. Although Master Tao later said a lot of bad things about Jiang Xinghuo, Zhu Di didn't take it to heart at all. He always had a high regard for Jiang Xinghuo in his heart and believed that he was the first person who could make him the emperor of the ages. So one can imagine Jiang Xinghuo's treatment. No, the price of my car escorting Jiang Xinghuo and Zhu Gaoxu is just a few cents. This kind of treatment can scare people into fainting. And now, regarding the trick, Emperor Yongle took Jiang Xinghuo directly out of prison and asked him to face Master Daoyan directly. He wanted to really see how exciting the peak showdown between the two was. Thus, the inspiration for the dynasty to continue breaking through the 300-year curse was obtained from these two people. The emperor's thoughts have been like this from ancient times to the present. Who can think clearly? Even Master Jiang Xinghuo and Dao Yan had no choice after Zhu Di decided on this matter. It's just that at this time, Jiang Xinghuo felt quite relaxed, looking at the scenery outside the window with some boredom. As a new human being who came from time-travel, until this time, our protagonist Jiang Xinghuo didn't have a very strong sense of participation in this world. In the words of the current keyboard warrior, he still had a somewhat detached feeling. After all, Jiang Xinghuo's time travel is different from others. It is a bit strange to say that he wants to die. The more times he is reincarnated, the better his treatment. In this case, who is afraid of death and wishes to die early? However, since it was the emperor's order, Jiang Xinghuo knew very clearly that even if he desperately opposed it, it would not be of much use. In the end, the emperor would solve it for him. But before solving it, if he suffered a lot, wouldn't he still have to bear it and experience the ancient criminal law again? That kind of feeling makes me shudder just thinking about it! So, after being in contact with Zhu Gaoxu for a long time, Jiang Xinghuo also had some other thoughts in his mind, that is, the matter of seeking death should be pursued slowly. Long Zhu was quickly carried to the top of the mountain. Zhu Gaoxu and Jiang Jiang Xinghuo got out of the car and stood still on the top of the mountain. Ahead is a large ancient temple, and at the top of the temple gate, stands an expert with an immortal style. This expert is wearing a robe. Although he looks middle-aged, he still looks handsome. Jiang Xinghuo just glanced at the other party gently, suddenly scattered a ray of light, and whispered in a whisper that no one could hear, "Is he also a time traveler?"

Waking up in confusion and realizing that he had traveled to a new life, Jiang Xinghuo did not immediately receive the memory of his original body, but thought about the most essential question: Who am I? Several generations of travel and a long life have already made Jiang Xinghuo's soul dusty and muddy. From a purely psychological age perspective, it is impossible for there to be anyone older than him in the world. He was tired and exhausted. However, Jiang Xinghuo knew that his mentality was wrong and could not let it go, so he would question himself after death and before starting a new life. ——If you use more mysterious words, it is to establish an anchor point for your own humanity and people's hearts. He unfolded his memories. In the first life, he was a slave captured by the Xia Dynasty. Because he did not want to live the life of a slave, he gathered a crowd to resist, which led to ruthless suppression by the Xia Dynasty army. In his second life, he was the son of an ordinary peasant family in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He caught up with the Hu people and went south, so he could only mature prematurely. The third generation was a captain at the head of Suiyang City in the middle Tang Dynasty. Due to Hu'er's rebellion, he was trapped in the isolated city, ran out of ammunition and food, and starved to death. The fourth generation was a farmer in the Southern Song Dynasty. After persuading Yue Fei to resist the Northern Expedition, he voluntarily joined the rebel army to stay in Caizhou and died fighting in order to cover the people of the Central Plains moving south and to guide the evacuation of the rebel army north of the Yellow River. The fifth generation was a soldier under the command of the famous general Meng Gong in the late Southern Song Dynasty. He fought bravely to kill the enemy at the top of Caizhou City and contributed to the destruction of the Jurchens. He eventually died of injuries due to excessive injuries. The sixth generation was a worker during the Republic of China. He worked hard in many chemical and machinery factories, started from scratch, and became a factory owner on the surface and a special worker secretly. He provided material and technical support for the anti-Japanese movement. When he was exposed to gunfire, he led a group of Japanese soldiers to death. The seventh generation was a poor peasant living in the mountains under the rule of the golden age. He lived a life of starvation and precariousness. However, during a severe drought, he was drafted as a tracker to pull boats for Western missions. After finally returning to his hometown, his wife and daughter had already turned into rotten female corpses. Jiang Xinghuo's mentality collapsed. In addition to the original life before time travel, more than a hundred years of life experience not only made Jiang Xinghuo look down on life and death, but also made Jiang Xinghuo become radical. So he gathered a crowd to revolt in the name of "Third Prince Zhu" and even assassinated Emperor Nanxi many times. It's a pity that he was caught by mistake in the end and failed to assassinate Zhuanxi. Excluding the original life before time travel, Jiang Xinghuo's first five lives, even if they are not speed passes, are actually only a few months long, less than a year, and they will not have too much impact on Jiang Xinghuo's temperament and memory. Only in the last two lives, which lasted for decades, it was easy for Jiang Xinghuo to forget who he was, and he had to sort out his memory like self-hypnosis and set up anchor points. The anchor point he chose was Han identity and Chinese civilization. As a university lecturer, Jiang Xinghuo is not a Han supremacist. When he was studying history, he also looked at it with as much objectivity as possible. But after traveling through several lives and thousands of years, Jiang Xinghuo must find an anchor point for himself across the long river of time to store his memory and anchor his spirit. This anchor can only be his sense of identification with Han identity and Chinese civilization. To explain it in a little more mysterious terms, it is to use the Chinese civilization that has been passed down for thousands of years to condense the heart and soul and realize the Tao. Thousands of years passed by, not to mention the troubled times, and almost all of them were related to the barbarians. This means that for thousands of years, the war between Hu and Han has never ended in this land beneath our feet. Jiang Xinghuo condensed his heart and soul with Chinese civilization, which is equivalent to the rise of Han Dynasty and the destruction of Hu, which is the basis of his Taoist heart. That is to say, the so-called Jiang Xinghuo inherited the surname of Emperor Yan, inherited the soul of China, and embraced the ambition of prospering the Han Dynasty. Although he has been through nine generations, he is like a spark of fire, with unending power. However, Jiang Xinghuo is still just a mortal after all, not a true immortal. His passion had already been burned out in his sixth life. Jiang Xinghuo, who failed to assassinate Nanxi and died again, had a mental age of more than a hundred years, and was still in a dusty state of Taoism, muddy and unclear. He was tired and just wanted to complete the process of traveling through nine lives as quickly as possible. With this thought of lying down, Jiang Xinghuo finally began to receive the memory of his original body in the new life. "Huh? It turned out that during the Jingnan War in the early Ming Dynasty, he was a student who became Fang Xiaoru's student." "With this identity, I can finally speed through the whole life again." Jiang Xinghuo thought so.

Jiang Xinghuo, who had long since retired, stood in a small courtyard in the capital wearing a cotton coat, listening to the autumn that belonged exclusively to the capital of the Ming Dynasty. Different from the pigeon whistles, wind chimes, and shouts hundreds of years later, the folk customs of the Ming Dynasty at this time were still simple, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. With Jiang Xinghuo's promotion, the streets were paved with bluestone steps, giving them an antique and peaceful look, and there was a strange sense of familiarity among the blue bricks and green tiles. He held his hands and leaned on the threshold, looking at the people coming and going. He was a little relieved. Everything now is his masterpiece, and history may leave his deeds. But last night he had a dream, dreaming about his hard work when he was at Blue Star, and dreaming about his fear and uneasiness when he abandoned his parents for the first time and became a historical traveler. I also dreamed about his hard work, failure, boredom, and the journey of finding self-worth after experiencing many times of travel. It was as if he had been provoked by evil spirits last night. The person he was in the dream and the person he was in reality almost overlapped, but were separated at the same time. Keep dreaming about the past life. The main reason why I am looking at the prosperous situation outside the door now is still the last dream. He dreamed that he relied on his acumen and shrewd calculations learned in the Ming Dynasty to gradually climb to the position of the capital. This position lasted thirty years. During this period, he reformed his ambitions and visited two and sixteen provinces. He achieved his original ideal of benefiting the people and became a role model for generations of scholars. But the same thing is that the people know him but do not know the Zhu family or the Ming court. Feeling the danger, he began to slowly retire, and gradually handed over power while getting along with Zhu Pangpang, the later Emperor Renzong of the Ming Dynasty. From then on, it was known that all the talented people in the world were ministers of the prince, and he also witnessed the decline of the Zhu family. He did not stop history, and he could not stop it. His efforts in the first thirty years had no effect, but he still left his name in history. This dream was very long, very perfect, and very sad, but what moved him most in the dream was the point where he came back after retiring at a young age. Now there are people in the court saying that he must come back, as if Jiang Xinghuo would never change without him. Having experienced several lives, he was not too interested in that thing, so he kept resigning and refusing to come back. After having that dream last night, he fell into confusion. What should he do? In this way, he stayed like this for a whole day, looking at the busy capital coming and going outside, until the sky turned from blue to black, and the sound of cars and horses broke his thoughts. It turned out that he was invited to the palace for a banquet, but he didn't think about it. After all, looking at the round moon in the sky and the lanterns hanging on the main street, he could guess that he would be invited to the palace. But what he didn't expect was that this time it was the Hongmen Banquet. Throughout the meal, he originally wanted to just eat in silence, but they, the ministers, took turns calling his name and pouring him rice wine one by one. It's really ridiculous, who is he? In the early years at Blue Star, he was the king of projects! How dare these people have no contract that cannot be signed at the wine table. Not to mention that this body is also an alcoholic. It was only because of his self-discipline that these people thought they could knock him out and force him to come back. Jiang Xinghuo looked at the wine cup in his hand, at the demons dancing in the house, and at the full moon outside the house. He seemed to regret that he came to the banquet. He should have had some drinks by himself in the courtyard and talked about life in front of the moon. It's a pity that today's memory is not good, and tomorrow's challenges will still exist, but he really can't change history, just like he is helpless tonight. So after returning home, he wrote a poem: The shining golden palace, sometimes for the people, sometimes for the home. The long territory, wherever there is peace and prosperity. The round and bright moon, who ordered me to sing the wine in tribute, the stars are quenched, and I wonder what my dreams will be like at night?

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching again, and the city of Yanjing is full of people. This is already the fifth year of Emperor Yongle's accession to the throne. Commodity trade and material economy have developed rapidly, and the material lives of the people in the Ming Dynasty have also been qualitatively improved. It is already dusk, and the flow of people on the Commodity Street in the capital is many times more than usual. There are small hawking shops on both sides of the road, and there is a lively scene everywhere. Our protagonist, Jiang Xinghuo, has long been released from prison, and has gained the full respect of Emperor Yongle, becoming a qualified counselor, and even among counselors, he is a pyramid-like existence. Today's Xinghuo can be regarded as Zhu Gaoxu's ace in the hole, and there are many royal guards protecting him openly and secretly when he goes out. It was already dusk. Zhu Gaoxu and Jiang Xinghuo were walking on the streets of Yanjing's small market. They looked at the antique buildings and the red lanterns hanging on the trapeze. They shook their fans happily and moved forward bit by bit. At this moment, a little child on the street quickly ran in front of the two of them, knelt down quickly, and begged, "Two adults, please do me a favor and reward the younger one with some money!" The little guy's clothes were in tatters, with more than a dozen patches all over his body. Although it was almost autumn, there was still a musty smell on his body. Jiang Xinghuo, the guard behind Zhu Gaoxu, changed his expression, stepped forward, stretched out his hand and took down the little guy, his voice changed, and said, "Bold boy, you dare to collide with two adults, how many lives do you have?" After saying that, the guard asked Zhu Gaoxu for instructions, which meant that he would throw the little guy far away with Zhu Gaoxu's order. Before Zhu Gaoxu had time to speak, the little guy said plausibly, with a voice that was almost pleading, "My lord, please be patient, my lord, please be patient. This kid only has one life, but if you can make the adults have some compassion, With a hidden heart, giving some winning money can save the name of my sister and mother at home, so what if I give up my life? " The words of the beggar boy were sincere, which made Jiang Xinghuo appreciate it a little. Jiang Xinghuo was not originally from this world, and all his experiences in this inexplicable time and space were illusory, but at the same time, he felt that they were so real. If he could really help this kid, it would be a good gain. And for him, this is just a piece of cake. Before Zhu Gaoxu could speak, Jiang Xinghuo took a step forward and asked about the beggar boy. As they chatted word by word, Jiang Xinghuo also gained a complete understanding of many situations of this beggar boy. It turned out that the child's father died in a civil war, leaving only her eight-year-old daughter, a five-year-old sister, and her mother. Now, even though it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, her mother fell down. According to later generations, she just caught a cold. Unfortunately, his sister seemed to have a fever. This family, which was not wealthy to begin with, has added a layer of trouble. Jiang Xinghuo took out the money from his pocket, handed a big piece to the beggar boy, and said, "Take the money and go back to treat your mother and sister. Use the extra money to buy some mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival!" "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir." The beggar boy kowtowed hurriedly. Finally, he carefully put away the money, and the small figure disappeared at the end of the street.

Fortunately, it rains frequently during the summer, which washes away the dust and increases the refreshing air. The secluded man wakes up without incident, leaning alone against the window to watch the sunset. It is already the sixth month of Yingtian. "La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers. I don't wait for dawn to wait for the newspaper to be delivered. I walk and shout, today's news is really good!" "Selling newspapers, selling newspapers! In the latest issue of Ming Dynasty Weekly, Zheng He discovered the New World during his three voyages to the West and brought back many crop seeds!" >"Sir, would you like a newspaper? Yesterday, the Minister of Agriculture and Science and Technology just announced the latest research and development results, and the cost of harvesting rice will be significantly reduced!" In the early morning, the streets paved with bluestones in Yingtianfu were still a little wet, and several children selling newspapers were running on them, and the soles of their shoes were inevitably slippery. They hummed catchy nursery rhymes—I heard they were written by National Master Jiang Xinghuo himself—and kept selling today's newspapers to passers-by. Since Jiang Xinghuo implemented reforms, new things have sprung up in the vast land of Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty Weekly, published on time every Monday, has become an indispensable recreational reading for many people in Yingtian. Students buy it to learn about news, ladies buy it to catch up with trends, scholars buy it to exchange experiences, idlers in wine shops buy it to have fun, and officials buy it to study politics. Each has its own use, and everyone can find the sections they are interested in. Perhaps this is also the reason for the terrifying circulation of Ming Weekly. These newsboys are also very good at finding places to yell at the students of the Imperial College who must pass by them every day when they go to class. Young students are always the most receptive to new things and are full of infinite curiosity about this world that is undergoing earth-shaking changes. Belonging to a thorough study of the consumer market and target groups. "Sir, are you really not going to buy a copy? For only one yuan, you can learn about the world's affairs!" The child selling newspapers stared at Su Yueqiao and Zhezixi who were walking on this road. They were wearing simple blue academic robes with wide embroidery around them, looking like standard Confucian dress. Su Yueqiao pursed his lips, and the light of seeking knowledge flashed twice in his eyes, but he touched his withered sleeves with his thin hands and finally gave up. Su Yueqiao, named Zijin, was from Suzhou. His family was not so poor that he was living in poverty, but he was certainly not rich either. It was good enough to be able to support him in coming to the capital to take the exam, but it was difficult to add other expenses. Zhezixi, who was walking with him, noticed Su Yueqiao's embarrassment, smiled heartily, took out two one-yuan notes from his arms, and handed them to the little newsboy, "Here, give me two newspapers." The newsboy stretched out his hand and handed the newspaper to Zhezixi, "Thank you, sir. I wish you will pass every exam and be named on the gold list!" Zhezixi smiled and waved the newspaper. Tong dismissed him and turned around and handed the newspaper to Su Yueqiao, "Brother Zijin, you're welcome. Seeing more about what's happening in the world will help us broaden our horizons, and we will have more knowledge in class." Su Yueqiao opened his mouth, but his words of thanks were stuck in his throat. He just pinched the newspaper he handed over and said nothing more. "Okay, those vain things are going to be tangled up, let's go quickly," Zhezixi pulled Su Yueqiao's wide sleeves, "Mr. Jiang's class is at eight in the morning today, you must not be late!" "Thank you, Brother Fang Huan." Zhezixi's words finally made Su Yueqiao wake up. "Let's go, I remember that today Mr. Jiang's geography class is going to start explaining a new knowledge called climate, so I don't dare to miss it." The two young students quickened their pace and walked towards the classroom of the Imperial College. The crisp clicking sound of the soles of their shoes colliding with the bluestones echoed in the alley.

There was a "pop" and a burning pain came from my arm. Jiang Xinghuo, who was in a state of confusion, suddenly woke up. He was just about to curse when he was shocked by what he saw. A group of primitive people in ragged clothes, no better than savages, with their hands tied behind their backs by hemp ropes, were walking with difficulty on the knee-deep grass in the wasteland. Then an overseer-like figure wearing coarse cloth was holding a thick wicker and staring at Jiang Xinghuo eagerly. Seeing that Jiang Xinghuo seemed unconvinced and stared blankly at him, the supervisor immediately rewarded Jiang Xinghuo with another whip and hit Jiang Xinghuo on the arm with a willow stick. "Don't be stunned, hurry up and leave." At this moment, Jiang Xinghuo finally came back to his senses, endured the pain, quickly lowered his head, and continued walking forward. Looking at the rags on his body that were barely covering his body but still shirtless, as well as his strong and strong arms, Jiang Xinghuo had already realized: he had traveled through time, or into a seemingly very ancient and primitive era. Jiang Xinghuo, who barely remained calm, concentrated on trying to search for the memories of his original body. Before Jiang Xinghuo could clear up his original memory, he suddenly discovered his golden finger. He didn't know how to describe it. Anyway, I suddenly realized the existence and role of my golden finger. It was self-evident and it felt like it was the way it was. However, this golden finger has no practical effect. It is just an experience card for traveling through nine lives. During the ninth life time travel, as long as he does not actively seek death, he can return to the original world and live forever. But for each of the specific lives traveled during this period, this golden finger is of no practical help. At best, Jiang Xinghuo doesn't need to be too timid. Anyway, there is another life, even if the body dies, the consciousness will not die. As for the first life he traveled through now, Jiang Xinghuo suspected that it was probably the Xia Dynasty in history. As a university lecturer, Jiang Xinghuo actually knew that the Xia Dynasty and the Shang Dynasty were most likely coexisting dynasties. The Shang Dynasty only respected Xia Yu, who controlled floods, but had no interest in Xia Qi, Xia Yu's son, and the Xia Dynasty. Then, the name Xia Dynasty and this dynasty largely come from the definition and history books of the Zhou Dynasty, indicating that the Zhou Dynasty inherited the Xia Dynasty and then overthrew the Shang Dynasty. From the perspective of the Shang Dynasty, the so-called Xia Dynasty is most likely the powerful enemy Guifang in the northwest of the Yin and Shang Dynasties. Of course, none of this is important. It's just that as a university lecturer, Jiang Xinghuo's subconscious thoughts diverged after clarifying the current situation. The important thing is that Jiang Xinghuo is now a member of other tribes conquered by the Xia Dynasty, that is, a slave of the Xia Dynasty. In the Xia Dynasty of slavery, the status of slaves was not even comparable to that of livestock. Even if they were beaten to death by others at will, they would only provoke a complaint from the slave owner, saying: If you beat my slave to death, you have to compensate me for another one. At this moment, Jiang Xinghuo felt cold in his heart, as if he could see his tragic experience in the future. Coming from the 21st century, he is never willing to be a slave. Not to mention that the golden finger can keep his consciousness alive, even if there is no golden finger, he will not endure it. And with Golden Finger, Jiang Xinghuo has no scruples. Anyway, Goldfinger's requirement of "not actively seeking death" means that he cannot commit suicide, but it cannot stop him from actively seeking death. For Jiang Xinghuo, it was better to die early and be born early than to be a slave in the Xia Dynasty. So that night, Jiang Xinghuo relied on his eloquence to encourage other slaves to resist. He said that winter is about to enter, and wild animals lurk in winter. This is the season when food is most scarce and stressful. The people of the Xia Dynasty took them as slaves, shouldn't they be given food? Even the most unpalatable food is extremely precious in winter and cannot be given to them for no reason. So it is obvious that the Xia Dynasty people took them as slaves and actually used them as food reserves! These words were so deafening that all the slaves were stunned. They gave up resistance and became slaves because they did not want to die. But as Jiang Xinghuo said, if you are still a slave and cannot escape death, then you might as well just go against it! As for the hemp ropes that tied their backhands, they didn't have much effect at all. If you really want to escape, you can find a stone and grind it to pieces, let alone there are so many people. As long as a group of people find someone to help bite the hemp rope and free their hands, everyone can be unbound. Jiang Xinghuo played a little trick of feudal superstition, and then he encouraged everyone to rebel violently, and by virtue of their numerical superiority, he forcibly killed the Xia Dynasty overseer who was escorting the slaves. However, the fact that slaves like Jiang Xinghuo were escorted by supervisors meant that the Xia Dynasty army that attacked their original tribe was not far away. Soon, the Xia Dynasty troops, realizing that something was wrong, came from all directions. Not only did Jiang Xinghuo lack sufficient military command capabilities, the entire slave team also had few decent weapons. With bare hands, even if they forcefully break through the Xia Dynasty army encirclement and rush into the mountains to fight guerrillas, it will only turn into a hide-and-seek game. In the end, Jiang Xinghuo, who encouraged the slaves to resist, had no way to escape and was still captured. With the golden finger as his confidence, Jiang Xinghuo was not afraid. Even if he was captured and brought in front of the generals of the Xia Dynasty army, his expression remained unchanged and he cursed impassionedly: "The cold winter is coming, and you have no good intentions at all when you capture people as slaves. But I want you to know that those who kill will always be killed! Those who eat people will always be eaten!" The Xia Dynasty general looked at Jiang Xinghuo. He felt an aura from Jiang Xinghuo that he had never seen before. He didn't understand what this temperament was, but he could feel the highly contagious and strong self-confidence emanating from Jiang Xinghuo. Even if he is captured and about to die, Jiang Xinghuo is still fearless. The Xia Dynasty generals could not understand, but were in awe. "You have a king-like temperament. No, no, it is much stronger than a king." The Xia Dynasty general murmured, and suddenly became excited, "No ten kings can match your temperament. You are a god! You have a god-like temperament!" Seeing that the originally shrewd and serious general of the Xia Dynasty suddenly seemed to have gone crazy and started talking nonsense, Jiang Xinghuo tilted his head, confused. But he soon lost his doubts. Because, the general of the Xia Dynasty simply abandoned the entire army and only brought a small group of troops. On horseback, they led Jiang Xinghuo back to the nearest Xia Dynasty tribe gathering place as quickly as possible. Then, he put Jiang Xinghuo in a big cauldron very respectfully, mixed it with many ingredients, and boiled it in boiling water. "He is the reincarnation of a god, and it is time for him to be feasted and sacrificed to!" The generals of the Xia Dynasty were very excited. Jiang Xinghuo was dumbfounded, realizing that the trouble came from his mouth, and the Xia Dynasty generals mistakenly thought that he was the reincarnation of the god. He regretted it and wanted to tear his mouth to pieces: I told you to pretend, to tell you to talk, to tell you that you can't control your mouth!

Exiled immortals are immortals who have fallen into the mortal world. There is only one person in heaven and under heaven who is born to know. Just like drinking a cup of fairy jade wine and getting drunk, the floating clouds pour down like clouds and mist, turning into the brightest and most brilliant stars. Jiang Xinghuo is the brightest star of the Ming Dynasty. "Your Majesty, I have come to say goodbye!" The white-haired Jiang Xinghuo, who was nearly eighty years old, bowed, turned around and left this familiar palace, gradually leaving with firm but slow steps. Every step he takes is a step of memory. Every step he takes, a new official will stop and give the highest respect to Jiang Xinghuo, the greatest contributor to the Ming Dynasty. Unknowingly, there was already a row of officials watching his leaving figure, feeling a little sad in their hearts. The mainstay of Ming Dynasty is getting old after all. Everyone sighed and watched Jiang Xinghuo go further and further away, gradually losing sight of him. On the other side, Jiang Xinghuo followed his memories and reached the beginning of everything. The crooked-neck tree is still there, growing high and upward. The wall that was once pushed has been repaired, and now it is regarded as a viewing point, not a prison. The name is - Exiled to Immortal Residence! Jiang Xinghuo stretched out his wrinkled hands and stroked the crooked neck tree with a smile on his face. "Old man, you are still here!" Then, he put his hand down and continued to look elsewhere. Every plant and tree here has such a profound impression, and they all have traces of being left to die. Thinking about it now, it makes me laugh. After a while, Jiang Xinghuo panted and sat cross-legged. "I am old, I am old after all, maybe I am not far from death, after all, I have lived for so long!" Maybe, nine lives are not needed. Jiang Xinghuo, who is nearly eighty years old, has white hair scattered naturally around him. Jiang Xinghuo touched the wall where he met Zhu Di in this life with his hands, his eyes full of memories. The cloudy eyeballs gradually became brighter. Jiang Xinghuo turned around, faced the bustling capital, and sighed softly. "If you can't let it go, you can't let it go after all!" The Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty, who was full of meritorious deeds, seemed to have seen his future, and he was full of nostalgia for this prosperous age that he had worked hard for all his life. He sat there cross-legged, quietly looking at the crooked-neck tree outside and the dusky crows on the trees. The crows were like the sound of heartbreak, seducing the dead souls. The sun rises and sets. I don't know how long it has passed. In an instant, the land with a radius of 100 meters seemed to have gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter. The leaves on the crooked neck tree had fallen, and unknowingly, thick fallen leaves had piled up. Flowers and plants also stubbornly grew among the fallen leaves, and the chirping of insects and birds was endless. Jiang Xinghuo, who was sitting cross-legged under the tree, slowly opened his eyes. A vague breath of life emerged from his body. Starting from the hands, wrinkles gradually become invisible, the skin gradually becomes firmer, and even the hair begins to turn from white to black. Looking at the changes in his body, Jiang Xinghuo fell into thinking about immortality and his own changes. It turns out that you don't need nine reincarnations to live forever. Isn't my reincarnation again and again just a kind of life? Life and death, everything changes! When my heart is strong, my qi will be strong; when my heart is dead, my qi will be weak! Therefore, I am born to live forever, and I am meant to live forever. Death will not take away my life, it will only change my appearance! Jiang Xinghuo laughed loudly: "Today you know that I am me!" Jiang Xinghuo, who became young again, held the water and looked at his young face. Now he is truly a banished immortal! Looking back at my half-life's illustrious achievements, I no longer have any nostalgia, walk into the crowd, and experience my own unique life.