Anti-Qing: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 5: What is written in the diary is not a secret
Therefore, under the current premise that there is no ability to produce firearms, for the Ming Dynasty at this stage, the spear is definitely the best and most suitable weapon.

In other words, it is not just the Ming Dynasty at this stage.

For those rebels throughout the ages, the spear has always been the best weapon.

Otherwise, when the peasant uprisings were recorded in history books, there would not be words like "rise up and cut down trees to make soldiers".

The weapon that chops wood into soldiers is, to put it bluntly, a spear.

When Guo Dashan heard this, he couldn't help but look happy and said.

"Don't worry, Prince, I understand!"

After saying this, he was ready to follow Zhu Jingan's instructions to find talents and expand the scale of the Ministry of Industry of the Ming Dynasty.

Wang Shun did not leave, but stood beside Zhu Jingan and asked curiously.

"Sir, didn't His Highness prepare to lead troops to attack Wuxuan County?"

"Why did you suddenly change your mind and want to transfer to Jintian?"

Zhu Jingan looked back at Wang Shun, and without giving in, he explained directly.

"My Ming Dynasty has just returned to the country and its national strength is still weak. It is the time when we need to find a place to hide our strength and bide our time and lay a solid foundation."

"If we send troops to attack Wuxuan County now, it will definitely draw the Qing court's attention to us. This is not a wise choice."

"With our current strength, once we attract the attention of the Qing court and cause the Qing court to send troops to suppress it, our Ming army will definitely not be a match for the Qing army."

"That's why, after discussing with my father, I decided to lead the army to Shuangji Mountain near Jintian Town and the mountainous areas around Zijing Mountain to lie dormant for a period of time to hide our strength and bide our time."

"When my army, King Ming, is well-prepared, I will go out with a large army and sweep across the world."

What Zhu Jingan wants now is just a buffer and time to train troops.

It will definitely not work if ordinary people are dragged onto the battlefield to fight regular troops without training.

After Wang Shun heard this, he clasped his fists to show that he understood.

Then he went to make arrangements to bury the pot to make rice and prepare for departure.

Zhu Jingan returned to his room, found the diary he had written before under the bed, lit a candle, and burned the diary.

Seeing the diary burst into flames and burned to ashes, he stepped on it a few more times.

Zhu Jingan only breathed a sigh of relief after ensuring that no words could be read from the ashes.

Zhu Jingan admitted that he had a brain twitch before writing the diary, and actually did the stupid thing of writing the secret in the diary.

Can what is written in the diary still be called a secret?

Therefore, after realizing this, Zhu Jingan made a decisive decision to burn the diary he had written before.

Never leave any hidden dangers.

Fortunately, it's not too late now. No one else has seen his diary, so he can just dispose of it in time.

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Smoke floated over Zhujiazhuang.

The air is filled with the aroma of rice porridge and stewed meat.

Most of the chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep on Zhuangzi were killed in one go and prepared to be stewed into broth and distributed to the farmers on Zhuangzi.

However, smelling the alluring aroma of rice and meat in the air, looking at the white rice and the oily stew, all the farmers in Zhujiazhuang frowned, their faces full of sadness.

Because they all know that Mr. Zhu’s meat is not that delicious.They have now boarded Mr. Zhu's pirate ship. After finishing this good meal, they will go to the battlefield to fight the imperial soldiers.

This meal is no different from a decapitation meal.

Knowing that they were about to die, they would not be able to taste the meal no matter how rich it was.

Old man Yang was hunched at the waist, holding a bowl filled with white rice, with broth poured over the rice, and a large piece of fatty meat lying quietly on the white rice.

Old Man Yang said he was an old man, but in fact he was only 30 years old this year, but the hardships in life had already tortured him like a little old man.

His back was stooped, his figure was thin, his face had ridges and grooves, and his eyes were dim without any luster.

In the first 30 years of his life, the food he ate the most was sweet potatoes.

Dried sweet potatoes, sweet potato porridge, sweet potato powder, roasted sweet potatoes, sweet potato porridge...

Sweet potato vines that are blanched and simply served cold are a rare delicacy for him.

Guangxi is a small place with a dense population and limited food production.

Poor people like Old Man Yang, who has seven or eight people in his family but does not have two acres of land, only have sweet potatoes to eat.

If you don’t eat sweet potatoes, you will starve to death!

Only during the busy farming season every year, he could eat a few meals of multigrain rice donated by the landlord, instead of continuing to eat sweet potatoes.

He remembered that the best meal he had in the first half of his life was the Chinese New Year the year his mother died.

On the night of New Year's Eve, he had a full bowl of white rice and a piece of old bacon that had been pickled for several years and had green hair on the outside.

To this day, Old Man Yang can never forget the taste of that piece of old bacon.

Bacon is already so fragrant, how delicious should fresh meat be?
He once swore that if someone could give him a meal of fresh meat, he would sell his life to that person.

But when the meat that cost him his life actually appeared in the bowl, Old Man Yang didn't want to eat it.

Looking at the fat piece of meat in his bowl, the saliva in Old Man Yang's mouth was about to converge, and the confusion on his face was about to turn into substance.

And most of the people around him, regardless of gender, old or young, had the same expression.

The atmosphere is gloomy and depressing!
There were only some naive little kids with excited faces and greasy mouths.

Young people don't know what it's like to be sad, and these kids don't understand that this meal might be a meal to end their lives.

They only know that they have never eaten such delicious food since they were born.

Zhu Jingan is wearing a costume that imitates the Hanfu of the Ming Dynasty, with a small melon-skin hat on his head, and a gold-inlaid jade inlaid in the middle of the hat.

It seems nondescript!
The reason why he is dressed like this is because the Manchu shaving and changing clothes destroyed the dress culture of the Han family.

As a result, most folk clothes have become long robes and mandarin jackets.

When Zhu Guochang raised the flag as the flag, he couldn't find Han-style clothes at all, so he had to wear a costume first.

Then let the embroiderer hurry up and make the clothes!
The same was naturally true for Zhu Jingan, who had to make do by wearing a costume that didn't fit him well.

He walked through the crowd with a few personal entourage beside him. Looking at the sad and depressed expressions on the faces of the farmers around him, Zhu Jingan's mood continued to sink.

It can be seen that all these villagers were tricked into the pirate ship by Zhu Guochang. They have no interest in rebelling against the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty.

If they continue to maintain this mood, Zhu Jingan doubts that most of the team around him will flee on his way to Jintian Town.

(End of this chapter)