The General Banner of the Ming Dynasty is a seventh-rank military official. The Zhang family's man still has the title of "Hundred Households", so he should be from the sixth rank. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be willing to let his son change his surname!
Could it be that these years of wandering and separation have long since made this woman lose her backbone?
Huang Yi was very curious and couldn't help but ask: "How many people were in your family when you fled?"
"Seventeen people!"
"No wonder, no wonder, let's do this. My surname is Huang, and my child's name will be Huang Dayong. If he becomes prosperous in the future, he will change his surname back to Zhang."
Mrs. Zhang knelt down and said, "My slave, I thank you for your kindness."
"You're welcome, by the way, how old are you?"
"This slave is twenty-eight years old."
"Huh? You are only twenty-eight years old?"
"Those who are miserable show their age."
"Uh..." Huang Yi was speechless, because at first he thought Zhang should be in his forties or fifties, and might be older than himself.
He suddenly wanted to know how old people of this era thought he was, and asked:
"Look at me, how old do you think I am?"
"Master, I look like a dragon and a tiger."
"I'm not asking that, I'm just asking how old do you think I am?"
Huang Yi has been thinking about this question for more than ten days, because he noticed changes in his body. Not only was he full of energy and seemed to have endless energy, but he also felt as if he had developed a second time.
The most obvious one is the hair.
The original Huang Yi shaved his head for seven or eight years because of his baldness.
These days, my hair has been growing like crazy, reaching about two inches in length. The top of my head, which was originally like an ice rink, is covered with new black hair, and not a single white hair is visible.
Mrs. Zhang looked at Huang Yi and then lowered her head and said, "I can't tell you, sir. Are you noble?"
In the eighth or ninth year of the Ming Dynasty's apocalypse, is there no Chongzhen year in current history?
It is clearly recorded in the history books that Emperor Chongzhen ascended the throne at the age of seventeen. He was deceived by the "Zhongzhengying Dynasty". Not long after he came to power, he did the biggest stupid thing and drove the evil dog Wei Zhongxian raised by the royal family to death.
Next, he was deceived by Yuan Chonghuan, who was not a traitor but was a hundred times more hateful than a traitor. He believed in the peace of Liao Dynasty for five years. Then Mao Wenlong was killed by Yuan Chonghuan, and the capital of the Ming Dynasty was almost defeated by Jiannu, who had no worries...
If it were the eighth or ninth year of the Apocalypse at this time, the most diligent, stubborn, and self-willed Emperor Chongzhen would be eighteen or nineteen years old.
Thinking of this, Huang Yi said half-jokingly: "I am one year older than Chongzhen!"
"Who is Chongzhen?"
"Chongzhen should be known to hundreds of millions of Ming Dynasty people, haven't you heard of it?"
"No!"
Forehead! Tian'er was chatted to death. Huang Yi lost interest in continuing the conversation. He said:
"That's it, go ahead!"
"Chongzhen, Chongzhen, who is this?" Mr. Zhang was quite studious. He was still mumbling these two words when he walked out. He must have memorized the name.
Finally able to sleep in the room, Mrs. Zhang brought hot water and Huang Yi washed his feet comfortably.
Before going to bed, Huang Yi habitually checked his cell phone, but there was still no signal.
He let out a long sigh and thought to himself: "We have traveled to the Ming Dynasty. With the signal, we can see ghosts."
Then he looked through the photos of his son and wife saved on his phone, and for a moment he couldn't help but burst into tears.
It's been more than half a month. I haven't seen anyone alive or dead. I don't know how anxious they will be.
Unknowingly, I watched it for half an hour, not only looking at the pictures, but also the saved videos.
Then he became alert. There were many people here, and it was not convenient to take out the solar power bank to charge. It was best to save electricity. He immediately turned off his mobile phone and put it in a waterproof bag.
Although this waterproof mobile phone bag only costs a dozen yuan, it is of excellent quality and can be used for swimming with your mobile phone.
Huang Yi likes to read, and he used audiobook software to listen to novels some time ago. He even listened to books while taking a bath in the bath, so he felt that this waterproof mobile phone bag was of excellent quality.
A few days ago, when camping alone in the wild, I had to protect myself from being attacked by wild beasts. Huang Yi always slept with his clothes on.
He hung his cell phone around his neck and stuffed it outside his stab-proof clothing like thermal underwear, inside his jacket and bulletproof vest.
The advantage of this is that when the time is set for the scheduled reminder, the vibration of the phone will immediately wake up Huang Yi.
Then Huang Yi added firewood to the three burning piles. Anyway, he needed to add firewood three or four times at night to keep the bonfire burning until dawn.
Although he didn't need to do this today, he was cautious and still assembled the engineering shovel and put it at hand before going to bed, and put his outdoor backpack next to his pillow.
In the event of an emergency, he could immediately put on his backpack and use the engineer shovel as a weapon and escape.
After a night of silence, Huang Yi slept very soundly. When he woke up the next day, he felt refreshed.
The diligent Zhang had already sorted out a pile of trophies, and Huang Yi found that there were dozens of copper coins on the small table, as well as a few small, black pieces of metal as big as beans.
"Master, you're awake. You'll be fine after eating for a while." Mrs. Zhang said with a low eyebrow.
Huang Yi pointed to the things on the low table and asked: "These are also dug out from that pile of things!"
Mrs. Zhang lowered her hand and replied: "I took it out from two sacks. There are less than two taels of broken silver and fifty-seven copper coins."
There was nothing interesting about the black broken silver. They were just small pieces of oxidized silver. Huang Yi was interested in the fifty-seven copper coins. He picked them up and looked at them carefully, and even sorted them.
That's because the characters on the copper coins are different, not only Tianqi Tongbao but also Wanli Tongbao and Jiajing Tongbao.
Suddenly Huang Yi shouted, holding up a copper coin and asked Zhang:
"Chongzhen Tongbao, Chongzhen Tongbao, how do you say it is the eighth or ninth year of Tianqi?"
Mrs. Zhang was frightened, and she gingerly took the copper coin and looked at it carefully.
"Do you know the words?"
"I don't recognize much. I can recognize the characters on the copper coins."
"Have you never seen this kind of copper coin before?"
"No, most of them are Wanli Tongbao and Jiajing Tongbao. This is the first time I see this Chongzhen Tongbao."
"Hahaha, that's right."
At this moment, a big stone in Huang Yi's heart fell to the ground, and he felt indescribably happy.
Why? Is the year name not as important as the eighth and ninth years of Apocalypse?
This is of course important. If the eighth or ninth year of Tianqi is enough to show that history has changed, then all the historical knowledge Huang Yi has will be useless.
Now that we can confirm that history remains the same, we can confirm that Huang Yi is a prophet who has insight into major historical events in the past four hundred years.
Looking at Mr. Zhang's confused look, it basically confirmed that Huang Yi was in a good mood at that time. He smiled and explained:
"Without the eighth or ninth year of Apocalypse, Emperor Apocalypse died in the seventh year of Apocalypse. Now his brother is the emperor, and the country is named Chongzhen!"
"Ah! The emperor passed away!"
"You don't even know this? It should be the first or second year of Chongzhen."
"This slave doesn't know, no one here has mentioned it at all."
"In what year did you migrate to the prairie?"
"It was the spring of the second year of Tianqi. The slave's husband was defeated and dispersed. He fled for his life with his whole family. Within a few days, he was driven out by Jianzhou's soldiers.
Everyone fled into the woods, but the slave's husband and most of the people could not escape. The husband was holding Erlang and carrying the little girl on his back. "
"I know that Jiannu was a very vicious man who killed people without blinking an eye. You and your children are lucky to be alive."
"My slave didn't want to live anymore at that time, but Da Lang was only five years old at that time. I couldn't bear to leave him, and I couldn't bear to strangle him to death. Uuuuuuu..."
Mrs. Zhang couldn't speak anymore and burst into tears.
Huang Yi comforted him: "Don't be sad. You, mother and son, will follow me from now on. Don't worry, as long as I stutter, I won't let you go hungry."
"Plop!" With a sound, Mrs. Zhang knelt down again, "When I see the master, I will know that the master is a kind person, wuwuwu..."
