I Am Mr. Xiaoge

When he woke up, he became the most treacherous minister of the Ming Dynasty - Yan Shifan. His father is Yan Song, the most powerful chief minister in the world. He is the minister of the Ministry of Industry and the elder of a small cabinet. He owns the southeast smuggling network and handles 300,000 taels of silver a year. The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty accused him of being greedy, and the history books nailed him to the "Biography of the Traitor". Even the imperial edict for beheading was written for the day - in the spring of the 44th year of Jiajing, the market was abandoned. There are still four years left before death. He doesn't want to die. I don't even want to die as a corrupt official. So he began to do something that no one could figure out - converting all the Yan family's decades of smuggling profits into military pay without leaving a name. Putting on the gray cloth shoes with old cloth on the uppers, he rode for two days and two nights to arrive at Taizhou City, which was besieged by tens of thousands of Japanese pirates. On the city wall, a general named Qi Jiguang was leading 300 Yiwu miners, using sharpened bamboos to fight against Japanese swords. He stood at the front of the array holding a wild goose feather knife - fat, white, with a slightly slanted left eye, a civil servant in charge of engineering, and his cuffs were knotted on his wrist. A man sentenced to death by history spent four years doing one thing - spitting out every piece of stolen money, raising troops, building embankments, copying books, and clearing land. Not to overturn the verdict. I was afraid that there would still be people who hadn't gotten the knife at dawn. The day he left, his knees no longer hurt. The plum trees are still there and the porridge is still warm.