Zhang Zhiyuan sat and looked at the Confucius Mansion, murmuring softly.
The words were sent to Kong Gongjian’s ears.
"I don't know how to read or write, and I don't know the sages. I only have a knife in my hand. I hope that the Confucius family will feel at ease."
The words that had been artistically processed by Tang Keke seemed particularly harsh in the ears of Kong Gongjian, the young but extremely intelligent leader of the next generation of the Confucius family.
These words were turned over and over, and they seemed to be promises made to the Kong family. They hoped that the Kong family would not have to worry about the harm that the traitors who were about to come in Zhang Zhiyuan's mouth would cause to the Kong family.
But outside the Confucius Mansion, all the Confucius family members who were looking at the fields instead of looking at the army had angry expressions on their faces and quite annoyed eyes.
This is not a promise.
This is a warning!
The inspiration came from a small commander-in-chief and the home of the most holy teacher that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Kong Gongjian's eyes changed a little, and he stared silently at the few messengers who rushed to Kong's mansion from the army formation. Even after twenty years of self-cultivation, layers of anger arose in his heart.
In the millennium of history, the family has never suffered such humiliation.
Even when the Central Plains China was sinking, the Kong family was the only family with the longest inheritance in this land.
As strong as a big man, he died.
It was as prosperous as the Tang Dynasty, but it died.
Yingge, Song Dynasty, died.
All gone, all perished in the vicissitudes of life, but the Confucius Gate is always open.
The benevolent and Confucian heart that had lasted for more than twenty years began to waver at this moment. Kong Gongjian tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, hoping that his demeanor as the heir of the Kong family would not lose control in front of this group of Erqiuba.
"Please tell the general that the Confucius Mansion is grateful. In the future, my father Yanshenggong will come to Beijing to pay homage to the saint. I will always praise the general for his benevolent and righteous deeds."
There was no prime minister in the Ming Dynasty, but there was still Duke Yansheng in the Ming Dynasty.
When he entered the imperial court, he was the first among the civil servants, and he was actually the leader in Confucianism in the world.
The officers and soldiers naturally didn't understand what this young man from the Confucius family meant. A few messenger soldiers who stayed outside the Nine Frontier Fortress all year round, charging against the remnants of the former Yuan Dynasty, even looked at Kong Gongjian unscrupulously with their eyes, and their eyes gradually became more contemptuous.
It seems that these unarmed scholars, who only know how to hold scrolls and rest their heads on the knees of beautiful women, are killed like chickens.
"If you hear back from your mansion, I will bring it to you."
The ordering soldiers left a message, and they didn't know whether it was the horse's problem or human intention. The officers and soldiers who had never dismounted turned their horses' heads. The horse's hind hooves stepped on the gravel and dust on the ground, and they whipped lightly with the whip.
The eyes of Kong Gongjian and other disciples of the Confucius family were covered by a ball of flying sand and rocks.
His younger brother was furious. He looked at the officers and soldiers leaving, waved his robe and angrily shouted: "How dare you, soldiers, to be so arrogant and domineering in the Confucius Mansion! Who can support me!"
Anger swirled in everyone's hearts and could not be calmed down for a long time.
Then something happened that made the disciples of the Confucius family, headed by Kong Gongjian, even more angry.
The officers and soldiers who had just arrived dismounted and came out with shovels and pickaxes. Someone began to use the courtyard wall of Confucius' Mansion as a starting point to measure the entire distance of five miles. Although the distance was only measured by hand-held tools, they dropped hard to the ground.
Peng.
The ground outside Kong Mansion was a bit hard, and the tools in the hands of the officers and soldiers fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.
When it reached the ears of Kong Gongjian and others, it was extremely harsh.
"What on earth are they going to do!"
"Do you think you can dig down the wall of my Kong Mansion this way?"
Several disciples of the Confucius family kept chattering in Kong Gongjian's ears, scolding the officers and soldiers for their rudeness and arrogance.
However, the officers and soldiers did not care about the anger of these people.
Military orders have been issued from the Chinese Army. The general asked them to dig deep ravines five miles outside the Confucius Mansion, cut down trees to build watchtowers, and even trap horses in Luzhai.
The military affairs were heavy, and no one cared about what the Confucius Mansion, who was protected there, was thinking.
When the officers and soldiers put down their swords and picked up hoes, shovels, and rakes, the entire outside of the Confucius Mansion became a huge construction site.
Several cavalrymen rushed out from the Chinese army camp which was also under construction ten miles away. They held small horn flags in their hands and shouted at the officers and soldiers who were digging soil outside the Confucius Mansion.
"The general has ordered to dig deep trenches and cut down trees. Today, the Confucius Mansion is offering wine and meat to the army to reward the soldiers for their hard work."
The cavalrymen holding small horn flags kept shouting five miles away from Confucius' mansion, and their voices echoed over and over in the wilderness.
Originally watching the children of the Kong family digging trenches in front of their house, they were already filled with anger. Now that they heard these military orders, they almost rushed to the front so that they could argue with these officers and soldiers about what the Kong family was like. At that time, I said that I would offer wine and meat to them.
"Brother, they are throwing my Kong family's face on the ground and trampling on it!"
Kong Gongjian's younger brother's face turned red, his eyes were blazing, he looked at Kong Gongjian and complained loudly.
Seeing that Kong Gongjian didn't speak, his brother looked at the brothers in the clan beside him.
"Brother Jian, I, the Kong family, cannot sit idly by in this matter. I don't know if it is our face, the Kong family's face, or the ancestor's face that we have lost today!"
"Brother, I just want to say one thing. If I can't let go of the Kong family today, then anyone in the future will be able to point their fingers at my Kong family and spurn them! How can my family sit back and watch this happen for a thousand years?"
"Gongjian, what they say may be a bit perverse, but the truth is the same. I, the Kong family, cannot accept this humiliation."
After several young people expressed their attitude, the disciples of the Kong family who were far older than Kong Gongjian also expressed their attitude.
Kong Gongjian looked very unhappy. Although he was the next successor of the Kong family, he had to listen to the opinions of his family.
However, looking at the army in front of him, Kong Gongjian's reason told him.
Zhang Zhiyuan, who came south from Beiping City, has been waiting for himself to make a mistake, waiting for himself to make a wrong decision, and he wants to use this to blame the entire Kong family, and then put the Kong family into a real crisis.
"Every brother has heard and seen that the army is looking around my house. I think the rebels will not dare to come close. They are just giving some food and wine to reward the army, and it means nothing to my family."
Kong Gongjian, whose reason had the upper hand, hid his palms under his sleeves and looked at his brothers in the clan calmly.
Kong Gongjian chose to give in.
The children of the Kong family, who have always been noble, are not happy with it, but the eldest son has said so, and it doesn't help them.
Finally, the good mood of all the disciples of the Kong family who were present today at watching the tenants' crops grow had completely disappeared. What was left was only resentment towards the soldiers and horses who surrounded the entire Kong family.
Kong Gongjian watched these clan brothers wave their robes and leave, shaking his head helplessly.
The face of the Kong family cannot be lost, but the lives of the Kong family are the most precious in the world.
"Go and visit the army, and tell General Zhang that the Kong family will send the food, wine, meat, and grass needed by the army to the camp on time today. Whatever the army needs, the Kong family will shoulder the responsibility."
Kong Gongjian sighed, and also sent someone to Zhang Zhiyuan's Chinese army camp to bring a message.
The servants of the Kong family who were waiting for Kong Gongjian immediately accepted the order, carried their robes, and went to the front camp where the Chinese army was setting up camp and had already made plans to stay here permanently.
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Even late at night.
It was dusk, and the people who had escaped the sun went out to the fields to observe the fields that had already started to be watered and dried. It would probably be harvested in a few days.
The common people looked at the army that they had heard about during the day, and there was not much movement on their faces. They just took a few more glances at the continuous Kong family mansion that was surrounded and protected by the army.
Next to the Chinese army camp, on a hastily built watchtower tower with a height of 10 feet, under the open ceiling on all sides, Tang Keke, dressed in military uniform, accompanied Zhang Zhiyuan, who was also wearing armor and stomach, and left his soldiers to go up to the watchtower alone. Looking outside the camp.
After working hard in broad daylight, with the joint efforts of more than ten thousand officers and soldiers, a circle of ravines was formed five miles outside the Confucius Mansion to hide the calves of the officers and soldiers.
Outside the side gate of Confucius' Mansion, there were already carriages loaded with food, grass, wine and meat, waiting for the last goods to be loaded onto the carriages.
When all the things were moved out of the warehouse in the Confucius Mansion, the carriage in front of them was already driven by the servants of the Confucius Mansion and drove towards the Chinese Army Camp.
Tang Keke glanced sideways at Zhang Zhiyuan and said in a low voice: "The Kong family chose to give in, and this opportunity was missed."
After muttering something, Tang Keke glanced at Zhang Zhiyuan with a somewhat resentful look.
In the military camps of the Ming Dynasty, there were several account books that were recorded in ink all year round. There were merit examination books recording military achievements, and there were also account books recording the income and expenditure of grain and supplies. There is also a military marching book that is the thickest and must be recorded every day.
But now, in the marching and military management book, a record that I really don't want to see has been added.
The recorded lines of text clearly explain that the reason why more than 10,000 soldiers and horses from the Sima Military Camp in Peking went south to Qufu to protect the Kongfu Mansion this time were all proposed by themselves and approved by the commander-in-chief.
That's the Kong family!
Tang Keke's eyes were somewhat erratic as he looked at the long queue of carriages pulling out in front of the Kong family's house.
Zhang Zhiyuan sneered: "Now that our army is here, can't we find new fighters?"
"Fighter?" Tang Keke raised his eyebrows, and his shoulders suddenly shook: "Are you really going to bulldoze the Kong family?"
Zhang Zhiyuan withdrew his gaze from outside the camp, turned to look at Tang Keke, and smiled slightly: "If they give me this chance."
His tone was unusually calm.
However, Tang Keke was convinced.
When he once again raised his eyes to look at the Kong family mansion where candles had been lit, Tang Keke sincerely hoped that this family with a history of thousands of years could really understand what the current situation was like and could truly surrender.
Wouldn't it be better to be a kind person?
Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes wandered, looking towards the wilderness, the dim place where the sunset could not reach.
"They are your people over there."
Tang Keke followed Zhang Zhiyuan's gaze and looked over. In that area where the evening sun couldn't shine, there were several riders standing in the shadows holding the reins.
He nodded and looked back at Zhang Zhiyuan.
Zhang Zhiyuan said softly: "I will not care about your affairs. Just like, I have never asked about your origins. But now, if we want to solve the problem of Shandong Road, you and I have to Let's work together. If there is any overstep, I will write a letter to His Highness to apologize afterwards."
Tang Keke's eyes flickered, shook his head and said: "That's not the case. They are just some shady people..."
After saying this, Tang Keke's eyes couldn't help but darken.
How could his identity ever be revealed to the light?
Now, it's just that he changed his identity anonymously in the military and had a chance to continue living in the sun.
After thinking about it, Tang Keke took out a polished brass whistle from his arms, held it under his lips, and breathed softly.
The whistle made a long and long sound that spread into the distance.
Less and more.
The few cavalrymen hiding in the shadow of dusk began to urge the horses under their seats, and slowly came towards the Chinese army camp.
When the cavalry arrived at the wall of the Chinese army camp where wooden stakes had been buried and filled with earth and rocks, Tang Keke had already walked down the watchtower and reached the cavalry.
Standing on the watchtower, Zhang Zhiyuan saw the appearance of these people clearly for the first time.
Everyone looked as expressionless as if they had a bad face, and there was no sparkle in their eyes. Several people were wearing black armbands and leggings, with undecorated wild goose feather knives on their waists. There was also a leather bag containing a short blazing gun on their waists, and a gun hanging on their backs. Strong crossbow.
Xuan Mian's white-soled boots stepped on the stirrups, and his eyes swept around him over and over again.
When Tang Keke arrived in front of these people, there was no conversation.
Tang Keke took a small booklet wrapped with leather cloth from the leader.
When the handover was completed, the leader raised his head with calm and profound eyes and looked at Zhang Zhiyuan on the tower. His eyes were still calm and he had no intention of greeting the general who commanded thousands of troops.
Just like when it came, it went away quietly and unnoticed, until it disappeared into the shadows of dusk.
Kick, kick, kick.
Zhang Zhiyuan, who was standing on the watchtower, heard the sound of people climbing up the stairs from behind.
He spoke softly: "I saw their true faces today, and the soldiers in the camp must have seen them too. Is everything going to be okay?"
Tang Keke, holding the brochure in his arms, returned to the watchtower, shook his head and said, "We will never see them again."
"oh?"
Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes showed curiosity.
Tang Keke explained nonchalantly: "They are all hard-working people. After hard work, it is time for them to enjoy happiness."
Zhang Zhiyuan said oh again, and then said: "Is this what His Highness said?"
Only then did Tang Keke open the small booklet that was carefully wrapped in leather cloth. He opened the cover and read line by line, but the expression on his face gradually became more exciting.
After reading the entire book, Tang Keke couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
He looked at the Kong family's delivery convoy that was approaching the camp, and a hint of disgust appeared on his face: "I won't eat tonight."
Zhang Zhiyuan still doesn't know what is recorded in the book at this moment.
All I can do is ask: "What did you write about?"
Tang Keke was picking and choosing in his mind for a long time before he said: "In the past, I thought wrongly. I thought that the home of the Holy Master could be kinder and more benevolent. But I didn't expect that it was exactly the same.
Outside the Confucius Mansion, within thirty miles, there are all tenants of the Confucius family, charging 30% of the rent. "
"Huh?" Zhang Zhiyuan was a little puzzled and frowned: "If I remember correctly, 30% of the rent is not found in many houses in the whole world."
Tang Keke nodded and said: "Yes, that's not it. Ordinary rents are probably 50%. But in the Kong family, thirty miles away and within sixty miles away, 80% of the tenants are tenants of the Kong family, and the land rents are all Five percent.
Sixty miles away, Qufu, Yanzhou City, Wenshang, Jining, Jinxiang, Yutai, Juye, Jiaxiang, Tengxian, Zouxian, Feixian, and Sishui, or 50% to 60%, or 30% to 40%, are Kong. For every tenant, the land rent is 70%. "
Carefully select and say the least important parts.
After finishing speaking, Tang Keke seemed to be discouraged, and his shoulders relaxed.
Even Zhang Zhiyuan, who had killed countless people and broken countless formations outside the Nine Borders Fortress, couldn't help but open his mouth.
Neither of them spoke again for a long time.
Outside the camp, the Kong family's carriage team docked with the Huotou Camp in the army and began to hand over food, grass, wine and meat, and bursts of cheers came from the camp.
Only then did Zhang Zhiyuan sigh: "They really belong to the Banfu family."
No matter how hard the Kong family works, the entire Yanzhou Prefecture can become theirs!
How long will the world be at peace?
How long has it been since the Ming Dynasty was founded?
Hongwu was only twenty-eight years old, and a family with one surname could monopolize half of the mansion.
It can be seen what his true nature is.
Tang Keke felt that the sage articles he had read and the sage thoughts he had studied were all collapsing.
If it were another person, he might not feel this way.
But this is the home of the Holy Master.
Past beliefs are crumbling.
Tang Keke shook his head with a sad face and said: "In the past, I thought that if there was a lot of greed in the world, there would still be good people. Now it seems that if the world is as black as crows, there will be no good people, and they will all be treacherous and sycophantic!"
As he spoke, Tang Keke handed the booklet in his hand to Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes.
Zhang Zhiyuan was a little confused and looked at Tang Keke with puzzled eyes.
"Can I also read these?"
Tang Keke curled his lips and shrugged: "Now, there is nothing we can't see."
Zhang Zhiyuan showed hesitation. From Tang Keke's face, he found that something seemed wrong, and it might be far more serious than what he knew now.
He slowly stretched out his hand and took the booklet handed by Tang Keke into his hand.
Then, Zhang Zhiyuan frowned and opened the booklet.
Looking upstairs, the atmosphere turned extremely cold for a moment.
When the last word was caught in Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes, his face was already covered in bruises. He closed the book heavily with both hands, then squeezed the book angrily and smashed his hands on the railing in front of him.
However, no matter how angry Zhang Zhiyuan was, he couldn't express it at this moment.
After a while, Zhang Zhiyuan finally spoke: "Japan will not eat today."
After he finished speaking, he added: "Tomorrow, I will ask the camp to go to Qufu County to purchase rice grains."
Tang Keke nodded, but any normal person would no longer accept those things from the camp as long as they saw those recorded things.
He raised his eyes and looked at the brightly lit Confucius Mansion.
"Have we restrained ourselves a little?"
Zhang Zhiyuan snorted coldly: "The digging is too slow!"
"Then use gunpowder."
"I agree, general, and I will remember your meritorious service."
"I have received this military award!"
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