South China Sea giant pirate, dog prince
A down-and-out royal relative is not as good as a dog. Whoever likes to be a dog will be a dog!
As a person who was successfully removed from the royal family tree after eight generations of hereditary succession, An Sangou lived a very unsatisfactory life.
Hereditary substitution was a huge reform of the Zhengyang Empire, initiated by Emperor Wuyang who took back the country from the Northern Barbarians. He stipulated that only the emperor's biological son could be named a prince, and the prince's son could only be named a county prince, and so on, for a total of eight levels. In other words, after eight generations, the royal family will automatically become common people. The issuance of this decree directly led to the replacement of every generation of emperors, with corpses strewn across the land and blood flowing thousands of miles away. Although the turmoil caused was not small, it was an excellent policy for the continuation of the empire, and it directly strangled the royal family, the biggest vampire in the dynasty, in the cradle.
An Sangou's father, an honest farm man, owned 20 acres of land that was envied by everyone in the countryside, and it was all the best paddy fields. He has a wife as beautiful as a flower, although she was once the personal maid of a young and famous lady in the county town.
And everything his father owned was because of his status as the emperor of the empire - Lieutenant Feng Guo.
Even the royal family tree has his name on it:
An Erniu!
Because of his imperial title, An Erniu has a monthly salary of 500 yuan, which is a status symbol of the royal family. That's six taels of silver a year, which is already a lot of wealth for ordinary farmers.
But for some reason, he has been unable to save any money since he took his wife.
After his wife gave birth to her second son, An Sangou's younger brother, his wife left home, taking with her all her savings, An Sangou's younger brother, and the lives of An Erniu.
An Erniu died of excessive indulgence. Zuo Zuo made the news public without restraint, and then it became a joke, which followed An Sangou for the first twenty years of his life.
An Sangou didn't know if his father was the tireless old farm cow that others said.
All he knew was that the twenty acres of paddy field he was supposed to inherit had turned into three acres of dry land, and it was on a barren mountain far away from the village. When he grew up and understood these things, he filed a lawsuit with the government, but was beaten out directly.
It turns out that the twenty acres of paddy fields have been transferred to the official's property, and now belong to the county magistrate. He said that he was a relative of the emperor, but was laughed at. All the royal families are in the north. How can the descendants of the Dragon Clan exist in a shallow water place like the south?
An Sangou said that his father's name was on the royal family's genealogy.
A bookkeeper under the county magistrate gave Ansangou a slap in the face, saying that if he could make it to the imperial capital alive and enter Zongzheng Temple, he would make the decision and return Ansangou's twenty acres of paddy field, otherwise he would just dream about it. .
An Sangou didn't know where the imperial capital was or where Zongzheng Temple was, so he left lonely.
A few months later, a group of men wearing brown linen clothes suddenly found Ansangou who was working in the fields. Without saying a word, they knelt down and kowtowed three times, shouting:
"I have met the prince! I have met the prince!"
An Sangou was surrounded by this group of people in a daze. When he came to his senses, he was already in a secluded house in the county town. A kind-faced old man was sitting opposite him.
"I, An Fulu, can be regarded as your imperial uncle."
An Sangou was startled, but after the old man explained in detail, he seemed to understand something.
An Fulu is a wealthy local man, his family has a mountain and a small amount of wealth. And he also has an identity, that is, a royal family.
His imperial title is Lieutenant of the Fuguo Kingdom, which is one level higher than that of An Sangou's father, An Erniu, which also means that An Fulu can also designate an heir to enjoy the title of the last imperial title.
And An Fulu had no children. He was already old. If he left the country, there would be no one to inherit the last rank of the imperial title. It would be a pity anyway. So after hearing about An Sangou, he sent someone to kill him. Find him and discuss accepting him as his adopted son.
Royal inheritance cannot be inherited by just finding someone. It can be adopted, but this person must also be of royal blood.
No matter how miserable An Sangou is, he is still of royal blood, but if he were An Sangou's son, he would not be of royal blood, because An Sangou is not of the royal family!
An Fulu had many wives and concubines, but there seemed to be some hidden disease and he never gave birth to an heir. His wives and concubines began to have evil thoughts, and wanted to exchange chinchillas for the prince, but An Fulu noticed it, and he divorced his wives immediately. When he got old, he sold all the concubines.
In order to prevent his family wealth from being obtained by random people, and for the sake of his little royal reputation, An Fulu sent people to look for royal bloodlines like An Sangou.
Huangtian paid off and was finally found by him.
Speaking of the emotional part, An Fulu burst into tears and hugged An Sangou and cried bitterly. An Sangou also thought of his painful experience after his father died, so the two hugged each other and cried bitterly for a while.
That night, An Fulu entertained An San Gou happily. An San Gou fell asleep after eating and drinking. An Fulu ordered someone to take An San Gou's hand and put his fingerprints on some documents, and then wash them carefully. Clean Ansangou's red-stained hands.
A few days later, An Sangou came to the county government office surrounded by a group of housekeepers. When the county magistrate knew An Sangou's identity at this time, he was so frightened that he fell to the middle hall and repeatedly begged for mercy. The deed was returned to him, and he also decided to hand over an ownerless thirty-six acres of paddy field to An Sangou.
An Sangou walked away.
Then An Sangou began to live a life of luxury and luxury with the support of a group of people. Not only did he live in a deep house compound of unknown family, the original owner's wives and concubines and even two daughters of the same age also became An Sangou's children. concubine.
Three years passed like this. With the death of An Fulu, An Sangou inherited the imperial title of Lieutenant Fengguo and acted more and more domineeringly.
Prince An's name soon resounded throughout Jianning Mansion, and many people suffered from An Sangou's disaster.
Because after An Sangou gained power, under the instigation of his subordinates, he began to take revenge on those who had hurt him.
In An Sangou's heart, anyone who looked down upon him would be punished, but in his heart, no one looked down upon him before, so his target of revenge became everyone.
When one day the long-standing grievances of the people finally broke out, An Sangou found that there was no one around him. When the enthusiastic crowd rushed into his mansion, he even saw a few guys in the crowd who were usually very flattering to him.
An Sangou was almost beaten to death by the people.
But he was not dead after all. The policemen carried him away, thinking he was dead, so they threw him in a mass grave without even the intention of burying him. So after an icy rain fell at night, because there was a layer of An Sangou, who was thick in fat but survived the disaster, woke up.
After he woke up, he found that he did not hate the emperor or the decree of hereditary succession. Instead, he had a huge hatred for the people.
Those ignorant bugs, if he gains power again, he will definitely trample them under his feet and ravage them!
This is An Sangou's perverted idea that was born after his life and death.
Over the next month, An Sangou slowly recovered from his injury. His physical fitness was not bad to begin with. His more than 20 years of farming career gave him an excellent body. It was just that the three years of living as a prince had left a thick layer of fat on his strong body.
Fortunately, when the people rushed into his mansion, they forgot that he was once a farmer. When they attacked, they were based on the average physical fitness of a wealthy landlord. This saved his life.
It took a month to recover, but because I didn't dare to go back, I could only walk south, leaving Jianning Mansion and coming to Fuzhou.
Because he couldn't eat enough for a month, the fat on his body disappeared and he fed back on himself. Fortunately, the bones in his body were not broken. An Sangou begged all the way to Fuzhou.
He met countless colleagues along the way, because An Sangou was in good physical condition, and after being a prince for three years, he became much more eloquent. When he arrived in Fuzhou, nearly a hundred beggars had gathered around him.
When they arrived in Fuzhou, the life of the people here was even worse than that in Jianning Prefecture, but An Sangou just watched with cold eyes. He believed from the bottom of his heart that this was the right thing for the poor people here.
Only beggars can barely be considered his kind, because in this month, An Sangou heard many different versions of stories from the beggars around him. After listening to them, An Sangou had only one idea.
The damn trouble is caused by the so-called common people. They don't dare to disobey the masters, so they exploit them as beggars. It was because of these common people that they ended up like this and became worse than dogs.
After begging in Fuzhou for several months, An Sangou gradually gained reputation among the beggars because of his boldness and tough style. In addition, An Sangou is pretty good to the beggars. At least he has something to eat, and the beggar brothers next to him also have something to eat.
Moreover, Ansangou has always been skinny, which makes all the beggars think that Ansangou has to let the beggar brothers take a bite even if he is not full. Therefore, he respected Ansangou even more.
In fact, only An Sangou himself knows that it’s not that he eats less, or that he’s almost never hungry, but he just can’t get fat now, no matter what!
An Sangou led the beggars to steal for several months, but gradually the government discovered this problem and their chances of success became less and less. An Sangou started to think of a solution at this time. When he heard that there were six royal relatives in Fuzhou, he had an idea.
At this time, he had thousands of beggar brothers, so he took a hundred skilled men to the garden of a royal family.
The person who lives here is a lieutenant of Zhenguo, who is one level higher than the cheap old man An Fulu, so his life is better than An Fulu's. There are several martial artists at home, and I heard they are all practicing martial artists. But these warriors are only in single digits at most, and most of them are a group of guards.
Because he had been a royal relative, An Sangou could not afford to recruit martial artists who had practiced martial arts even when he was at his most prosperous. And who knew better than him the virtues of those guards?
So he arranged for the twenty or thirty brothers with the best skills to follow him, and he personally dealt with the warriors.
Late at night, several pieces of poisoned raw meat were thrown into the Zhenguo Lieutenant's house. Not long after, the sound of the watchdog eating meat was heard.
An Sangou waited patiently for another half an hour before giving the order to take action. Hundreds of people climbed over the wall at the same time. People in the yard heard the movement, and just when they wanted to speak out, they were enveloped by a large group of black shadows.
As An Sangou expected, there were at most a few guards in the outer courtyard of the house. These dogs slept better than their own master late at night. As long as they move quickly enough, this group of guards can be easily dealt with.
Arriving at the inner courtyard was the highlight. An Sangou felt that since he had spent a lot of money to hire a warrior, he must be very conscientious and conscientious. But I didn't expect a large group of people to enter the inner courtyard for a long time. I only saw a few guards rushing out, but they were quickly dealt with.
There were shouts in the backyard, and An Sangou asked everyone to split up.
When An Sangou met the group of warriors, they were already very drunk. Several people were huddled in a small courtyard with wine jars all over the floor. When An Sangou brought the people in, these people looked like they were dead. It was as motionless as a dog, and at most it grunted twice.
An Sangou sneered and left with the people. Then he met a half-naked martial artist who came out of the owner's daughter's room.
This guy is really powerful. He can face four or five people who are stronger than him and still not fall behind. An Sangou saw the right moment and stabbed the warrior directly in the back with a bamboo knife. The warrior turned around in pain. An Sangou had already retreated far away. Then the warrior was held down by four or five people and beaten violently. Then he died tragically on the spot.
The whole operation took an hour. It was not short and the movement was not small, but no one noticed anything unusual here.
Just because this family is the royal family, no one wants to live next door to the royal family unless there are also royal family members living nearby. It is a pity that the six royal relatives in Fuzhou live in different places. Therefore, the area within a mile around this house is empty, so no one will notice anything unusual here in the middle of the night.
Almost everyone was packed with hundreds of people. When leaving, someone asked what to do with the royal family. An Sangou thought for a while and said:
"Give them a good time and burn them!"
Then the whole house burst into flames. It was only after the flames lit up the sky for a long time that someone discovered what was going on here, but no one went to put out the fire, and no one reported it to the police.
At this time, there were no officials continuing to work, and the people couldn't find them even if they tried to look for them.
An Sangou succeeded once and did not stop thinking. In the next month, all six royal families in Fuzhou were exterminated.
The government officials simply looked at it and reported it to the court.
It concerns the royal family and is not something that the local government can handle. This is exactly the same situation that An Sangou encountered. After he was beaten by the people, the government just sent officers to take his "dead body" away and throw it into a mass grave. Then there was no more movement. When An Sangou left Jianning Mansion, his surname had been changed, and it seemed to be the surname of the county magistrate.
From that time on, An Sangou knew that down-and-out princes were inferior to dogs, and now he had to rely on these down-and-out princes to make a living.
"Your Majesty, Qiao Saner has found a princess for you, how about..." A flattering man ran to An Sangou, but An Sangou kicked him away.
"Go away, don't disturb me!"
At this time, the number of beggars under An Sangou had exceeded 3,000, and almost all the beggars in Fuzhou were under his command. These people also gave Ansangou a nickname:
The dog prince!
