My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 287 Shi Renzheng, bastard!

In just 20 years, the population grew by 1000 million people.

Not only did it reverse the empire's embarrassment since the Zhengtong period, the population of the Ming Dynasty had been declining due to war and famine.

It has returned to its heyday close to the Ming Dynasty in the 26th year of Hongwu, when there were 1065 registered households with 2870 people.

In 20 years, the net population registered with the government increased by one-fifth.

More importantly, during the Hongzhi period.

Since the Yongle Dynasty, due to the Ming Dynasty's endless military expansion and heavy corvee labor, there have been large-scale peasant uprisings throughout the country every year. No matter how the court dispatched elite soldiers and generals, and how brutally they suppressed them, they were repeatedly suppressed. It ended miraculously.

The 18th year of Hongzhi was the only 18th year in the history of the Ming Dynasty that there was no large-scale peasant uprising.

Ming Xiaozong used his practice to prove that even if it is not as powerful as Emperor Yongle, it can suppress any rebellion and execute all rebels.

Relying on benevolent governance and the noble virtues of rulers setting an example.

It can also heal the pain and scars caused by war and harsh government to the people.

Make all foreign guests convinced, and the world will return to its heart.

After Ming Xiaozong's death, as Ming Wuzong restarted the pace of empire expansion, heavy corvee and taxation once again oppressed people.

The farmers of the Ming Dynasty, who had been cultivating for 20 years and had not heard of the war for 20 years, suddenly rose up again at this time, starting from Hebei in the second year of Zhengde and running through the entire 16th year of Zhengde with great vigor. People from all over the country came from all over the country. The great peasant uprising of the Ming Dynasty in the north and south of the Yangtze River resisted the Ming court's excessive taxation.

This once again proves that it is not the unruly people who like to rebel.

The same people, under the rule of the two emperors Xianzong and Wuzong, abandoned their land and hid in the mountains and rivers, becoming rogue pirates and rebelling against the government.

In the Hongzhi Dynasty, under Xiaozong, there were honest people who did their duty, farmers and daily people who paid taxes and lived peacefully.

Thinking that he had also stained the blood of countless rebellious peasant armies during the Zhengde Dynasty, Gui Yong thought of Emperor Xiaozong's benevolence during his lifetime, and for a moment he felt a little ashamed, even ashamed.

"If the emperor knew what I did for fame and wealth, I don't know how he would rebuke me."

Gui Yong smiled bitterly, but the golden dragon above his head was already rising into the sky full of resentment.

And together with Emperor Zhenwu who stood on the Seven Stars, he began to fight against Dagon in front of him.

The terrifying thing named Dagon also seemed a little powerless in the face of the attack between the two.

Even the legends belonging to it are spread throughout the known and unknown civilizations of mankind.

Facing the golden dragon that was biting towards him with hatred, Emperor Zhenwu behind him was holding a silver-white sword light that was cut by the magic weapon forged from Xiaozong's ribs.

The abomination that once helped the Philistines kill Saul, King of Israel, once again wielded its ten-meter-long giant arms with blue skin covered with disgusting mucus.

With a fierce hurricane, it shot towards the golden dragon in front of it.

Seeing the two colliding in the sky, the golden dragon was clearly outmatched and was pressed down firmly by the evil god of Dagon with both palms.

Dagon ignored the sword light of Emperor Zhenwu behind him and directly cut his own back, causing a huge wound.

Even if the blood seeped out from its back, which was covered with scales that could compete with a nine-headed dragon snake, it just let out an earth-shattering howl of pain.

The rolling blue blood flowed into the river and the sea, and all the fish, shrimps and sharks that swam beside it in the sea died immediately. Their bodies were corroded and burned, and no bones were left.

But it still firmly grasped the jaw of the golden dragon in front of it.

Of course, the clone of Emperor Zhenwu posed a great threat to it.

But that kind of particularly ominous premonition can only be brought to him by the golden dragon in front of him.

It extremely believed in this perception given by the God of the Sea, which allowed it to avoid countless disasters.

There's definitely more to this than meets the eye.

It resolutely took the risk of being severely damaged by Emperor Zhenwu and nipped it in the bud before the disaster started.Disaster... Yes, the thing in front of me is probably not a living thing, but the embodiment of the concept of real disaster.

But even though its judgment and actions are very quick.

But as tens of thousands of soldiers in the north of the Yangtze River gathered around the tablet that read "Jian Tian Ming Dao, Honest, Pure, Zhongzheng, Sacred Literature, Divine Martial Arts, Most Benevolent, Great Virtue and Respect the Emperor", they cried together.

The memorial tablet of Xiaozong's god actually started to tremble.

Along with it, the shape of the golden dragon trapped in Dagon's hands became increasingly solid.

"My condolences to Xiaozong! The dragon controls the nine heavens!!"

"Congratulations to the late emperor! He passed away!"

"Alas! It's an unlucky time!"

The soldier Kuang supported the Lord Xiaozong, lying on the ground in pain, and his mournful voice spread thousands of miles away.

What was the scene like when hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers from Jiangbei knelt down and howled together.

Perhaps only Yao Chang, the ruler of the Later Qin Dynasty who was cried to death by the vengeful former Qin army, has the most say.

Even heaven seemed to be horrified by the 10 people crying together, and the night sky that had just been torn apart by the arrival of Dagon was once again filled with dark clouds.

As the sergeant cried bitterly, the armored staff engraved with the word "die and rest" in his hand simultaneously glowed with a faint death light.

Countless evil souls and ghosts reappeared in the world with the resentment that soared into the sky. The bloody murderous aura spread, soared into the sky, and reunited in the golden dragon's body.

The golden dragon's eyes were even more resentful, and even the golden scales that symbolized grandeur could not conceal the viciousness and madness exuding from its body.

In the next roar, it broke free from the shackles of the thing in front of it and tore a large piece of flesh and blood from the giant shark in front of it.

The golden dragon's mouth also had an ominous red and black color.

Dagon was alert to the wounded part of himself, and the wound on his chest did not heal as quickly as before.

This is definitely not because the sacrifices were too few.

Thousands of mermaid corpses and sea beast corpses are enough for it to reshape its shape hundreds of times.

I saw large streams of blood gushing out of the cavity in the chest, and black-red bloody aura lingering around the wound.

This comes from the curse of a certain Ming Emperor's unfair fate in his life.

He was always alone.

Not only were demons surrounding him from the day he was born, but even the inheritance of the Ming Dynasty had nothing to do with him, the Ming Emperor.

His biological mother Ji, the orphaned daughter of a chieftain, had never been able to protect himself, and he never blamed that poor woman.

Who knows what she went through during her lifetime in order to secretly give birth to Zhu Youtang, the pure-blood heir to the Ming Dynasty, in the plan of those demons.

And his father, Xianzong, had been wary of the eldest son of the emperor who suddenly appeared in the palace throughout his life.

The terrible emperor who tried to restore the rule of Hongwu and Yongle and had great ambitions to expand his territory loved only Concubine Wan Gui.

When he looked at Zhu Youtang, who was adopted by the Empress Dowager and established as the prince and heir to the empire despite being forced into the palace by the ministers, he definitely did not look at his own son in the same way.

Love, teaching, inheritance, all have nothing to do with the two of them.

All that remained between the two was wariness, vigilance and hostility.

Zhu Youtang, for Xianzong's Ming Dynasty, had declined to the extreme, and he wanted to forcefully show off his power to the barbarians and launch repeated conquests.

What was gained was nothing but barbaric land, but the people of Han were displaced and sold their sons and daughters for the endless war, and more than a million people starved to death on the streets.

(End of this chapter)