On the 29th day of July in the eighth year of Hongwu, the entire Hangzhou strategy operation came to an end successfully.
All parties reported specific success news to Zhang Shi and brought very good feedback to Zhang Shi.
Zhang Shi calmly integrated information from all aspects in the residence of Pingzhang Army, listened to the action reports of each unit, and crossed out one name after another on the list.
The people who reported the news came one after another and left one after another. When the last name was crossed out, Zhang Shi wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathed a long sigh of relief, and smiled at Lu You beside him.
"It's okay, it's okay. It's a near miss. If something happens, I don't know how it will end. Fortunately, it's over."
"That's true, but... now that we've reached this point, it's hard for anything to happen, right?"
Lu You wiped the sweat from his face, took a big sip of mung bean soup, and said with a smile: "After many years of preparation, once we worked hard, we finally lived up to our expectations."
"In this way, the overall situation has been decided. It depends on whether Changsheng can eliminate all the ignition points."
Zhang Shi put down the pen in his hand, stood up, walked to the door of the house, opened the door, and saw Su Changsheng trotting towards him.
"How about it?"
The two asked the same question in unison.
"Everyone on the list has been captured, not a single one has been missed."
"The last seven ignition points have also been found, and all dangers have been eliminated."
After the two of them finished speaking, they shared a relieved smile.
"Great, the city of Hangzhou has been saved."
"If such advance preparations allow them to destroy the city of Hangzhou, we might as well commit suicide."
The two of them smiled and hugged each other, expressing their inner emotions.
Now that things have reached this point, there is nothing more to say.
Everything that should be caught was caught, and everything that should be blocked was also blocked. In addition to the great success of the operation, the people's fat and money squeezed by these powerful bureaucrats were not transferred away, which can be regarded as a double success.
The amount of people's fat and oil collected by these guys is so large that it can fully support the military expenditures for this southern campaign. The subsequent capital investment in the construction of the Jiangnan region will also receive huge support from it.
According to the latest news obtained by Zhang Shi, it was learned that Su Yonglin had led the army on the southern expedition on July 26th. Based on this time and marching speed, Su Yonglin would be at most ten days and a half. Will lead the army directly to Hangzhou.
By that time, their mission will be completed, and the Southern Song Dynasty will in fact be declared destroyed, and then wait to be completely annexed by the Ming Dynasty.
However, although he was so happy about this incident that he couldn't help himself, Zhang Shi still maintained a minimum of composure when he saw Shen Gai.
When it was daylight, Shen Gai was brought to Zhang Shi.
Among so many prisoners of war, the only one Zhang Shi wanted to see was Shen Gai. Others, such as Zhou Lin and others, he was not interested at all. He felt that it would be best for these insects to start their lives again. Only Shen Gai, Zhang Shiki still had something to say to him.
When Shen should see Zhang Shi, Zhang Shi, who had not slept all night but was extremely excited, was having breakfast.
He gnawed one steamed bun, and when he was gnawing on the second one, Shen should arrive.
"My husband is here? Are you hungry? Let's eat something together?"
Zhang Shi bit the steamed bun in his mouth, and enthusiastically pushed the steamed buns, eggs, porridge, and side dishes in front of him to Shen Gai, inviting him to eat together. In a daze, Shen Gai felt as if nothing had happened, and he was still the same Shen Xianggong, and Zhang Shi was still the privy envoy.
But the fact of last night's sleepless night told Shen Gai that everything had changed and there would be no going back.
Although he was angry, desperate, and painful, Shen Gai had mostly overcome these emotions by the time it got dark. He knew that the dust had settled and he was finished.
On the way to Pingzhangjun's State Palace, he saw group after group of soldiers escorting a large number of well-dressed officials to different places. He knew that the city of Hangzhou had been fully controlled by Zhang Shi, because such a scene had happened in three years. The same thing happened in the previous mutiny.
There was no possibility of a comeback for him. During Zhang Shi's three-year calculation, he did not take any action that was beneficial to this day. He did not even realize what was contained in Zhang Shi's eyes when he looked at him.
So his failure is natural.
After thinking about all this, Shen Gai had calmed down. He was only confused now - why Zhang Shi made such a choice.
"You didn't sleep last night, right?"
Shen Gai took the bowl of porridge pushed over by Zhang Shi, picked up some side dishes with chopsticks and put them into the porridge bowl. He ate for a while to fill his stomach.
Seeing Shen Gai eating calmly, Zhang Shi smiled even more.
"Three years of planning, all in this one night. Can my husband fall asleep?"
"I'm afraid it's impossible."
Shen Gai took an egg, knocked it on the table, and slowly peeled the shell while asking: "Jingfu, I won't ask you how you have been planning for the past three years. The only thing I want to know now is , why did you make such a choice?"
Zhang Shi took a bite of eggs.
"Are you talking about why I chose the Ming Dynasty instead of the Song Dynasty?"
Shen Gai continued to peel the egg shells slowly.
"Well, I really want to know what you think. Your father has been loyal to the country all his life. You are his son. How could you do such a rebellious thing? Are you not afraid that your father's soul will be dissatisfied with your behavior? Come here Want to teach you a lesson?"
“Actually, in the Ming Dynasty, there is quite a Confucian attitude of respecting ghosts and gods and keeping them at a distance. The official ideology of the Ming Dynasty does not recognize ghosts and gods, but it does not forcibly stop the folk sacrificial activities to worship ancestors and pray for a good harvest in the coming year. "
Zhang Shi smiled and said: "As a revival member, of course I miss my father. Unfortunately, I truly know that he is no longer here. He has passed away and his soul does not exist. So what my husband said does not belong to me. within the scope of consideration.”
"Revival meeting..."
Shen Gai paused, and when the egg shells were peeled off, he put the eggs into the porridge bowl, picked up the bowl again, and asked, "Aren't you worried that after you die, you will be too embarrassed to face your father?" ?"
"Don't worry, I don't think I did anything wrong."
Zhang Shi stuffed the remaining half of the egg into his mouth and ate it, and said with a smile: "If I did something bad, I would definitely feel uneasy. I would be afraid of being blamed by my father after I die, but I don't think I did it." I have a clear conscience about what I did wrong, so what is there to worry about?
If I meet my father under the Nine Springs after my death, and he asks me why I do this, I will sometimes say that I am not doing it for selfish reasons. I am doing these things for the true ideal of our generation of scholars and for the great harmony of the world. Father, Nature will understand me. "
"Ideal? One world under heaven?"
Shen Gai couldn't understand. He put down the porridge bowl, frowned and stared at Zhang Shi, and said angrily: "Do you really believe that what Su Yonglin said is true? Do you really believe that the Ming Dynasty's so-called revolution means world harmony? World harmony needs Killing so many people? Is that the unity of the world? It’s just a mob rising up and killing people! It’s atrocities! It’s tyranny!”
"It's as if the scholar-bureaucrats in Hangzhou have never killed anyone."
Zhang Shi rolled his eyes at Shen Gai and sneered: "Mr. sir, you don't really think that the hands of us scholars are very clean, do you? Just because our hands are not directly stained with blood does not mean that they are clean. Those who died on the hands of the Renaissance Society are the best." How many talents are there? How many common people have died at the hands of scholar-officials like us?"
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