Zhu Xiaosong laughed loudly, put the incense in his hand into the incense burner, looked at Zhu Lao San and said: "Okay, little Lao San, have you learned to use your brain to think about things now?"

Zhu Laosan also imitated Zhu Xiaosong and put the incense in his hand into the incense burner, snorted and said: "You don't need to think about it? Isn't this an obvious thing?"

Seeing that his eldest brother had not given up the idea of ​​destroying the Quanlin Palace, Zhu Laosan felt very sick.

Again, it is easy to destroy the Quanlin Palace, but it is difficult to deal with the aftermath.

But I can’t keep objecting——

Speaking of business, my eldest brother is the big leader of Yuhuang Mountain. As the saying goes, there are thousands of people in a family, but one person is in charge. It seems that it is not my turn to object to the things that my eldest brother decides.

Personally speaking, this is my eldest brother. If I oppose my eldest brother's plan, what will the other brothers on Jade Emperor Mountain think?

But Zhu Laosan felt that his eldest brother should not be allowed to destroy Quanlin Palace.

If the money-deaf old dog is really pissed off, even if there are only tens of thousands of Qing troops, not to mention millions of Qing troops to encircle and suppress, that will still be enough to drink a pot.

However, Zhu Xiaosong shook his head and said: "It is true that it is difficult to deal with the consequences after smashing the Quanlin Palace, but you have ignored one problem."

Zhu Laosan thought for a long time and didn't realize what problem he had overlooked.

On the comparison of military strength? Although Qian Deafangou reiterated the "Order to Prepare for the Return and Relocation of the Han Army" many times, requiring the Han Army to raise eight banners to serve the people, but where is the size of the Qing army, and where is the Jade Emperor Mountain?

Even if we were to fight, there would only be 100 people.

Even if Yuhuang Mountain has a killer weapon like a grenade, it is different from swords and other items. It is a one-time consumable. Its production also relies on charcoal, sulfur, saltpeter, iron, wood, paper and other things.

Although the lethality is considerable, it cannot compare with bows and arrows in terms of range.

Not to mention logistics, behind the Qing Qing army is the treasury of the Qing Dynasty, the entire Taqing Dynasty, all the land, water and sea transportation are available, but Yuhuang Mountain does not even have a base now.

With all these messy factors added up, what can we do to defeat the Qing Dynasty's millions of troops?

As a result, when I got to my eldest brother, I was given an ill-thought-out comment?

Zhu Laosan was dissatisfied and looked at Zhu Xiaosong stubbornly and asked: "What problem did I ignore?"

Zhu Xiaosong raised his head and looked at the treasure, which was as solemn as a Buddha, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared: "Kill the good and take the merit!"

These four simple words made Zhu Laosan and Zhu Laoer realize it suddenly, and they felt a thorn in their backs.

Zhu Xiaosong said: "If it weren't for these four words, after we attacked Wenshang County, we should have retreated directly to Yimeng instead of running to attack Dawenkou, and we should not have come here to attack Sishui County later.

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"The reason why we attacked Dawenkou first and then Surabaya County was because once we disappeared, the Tatar government might kill good people and take credit for it, claiming that we had been wiped out by the Tatar imperial army."

"At that time, not only will the money-deaf old dog be able to go to Jiangnan with confidence and boldness, but countless innocent people will die because of us. As for those anti-Qing forces who want to respond to us, they will also be hit hard by this."

Qian De's forty-nine year was only one hundred and forty years from the seventeenth year of Chongzhen's reign, one hundred and ten years from the San Francisco Rebellion, one hundred years from Shi Lang's Zhengtai, and one hundred years from Qian De's old dog ordering the massacre

The Junggar people are only twenty-seven years old.

Although everyone from Kang Mazi to Qian Deafangou was engaged in a literary bath and at the same time shouted how the Qing court loved the people like a son, but on the 10th of Yangzhou, the three massacres of Jiading, and the 81st of Jiangyin, only five people were slaughtered.

Datong, the slaughtered Sichuan, the burning of houses and the forced removal of borders and the ban on the sea, these are the memories of blood and tears passed down orally by the people of the Central Plains for generations!

Who doesn’t know what the emperors and officials of the Tartar court are like?

The old ladies who are hungry for money say that they can measure the material resources of China and gain the favor of the country. That is because the old ladies who are hungry for food have almost ruined the Qing Dynasty.

One person’s joy!

Killing good people and taking advantage of their merits in order to save their own heads and official titles is simply a normal operation for the officials of the Qing Dynasty.

So, when the eldest brother led his men to attack Dawenkou first and then Surabaya County, they actually forced the Tatar government to not dare to kill good people and take credit for it?

But in this case, although the Tatar officers and soldiers will no longer kill good people and take credit, their eldest brother's idea of ​​going to the Yimeng development base is probably going to drop - he smashed the Quanlin Palace, this is not a deaf old dog with money.

Dog face? Then the Tatars shouldn’t be like mad dogs and crazily encircle and suppress them?

Thinking of this, Zhu Laosan couldn't help but have a headache: "Brother, if this happens, the Tatar government will not kill good people and take credit for it, but we..."

Zhu Xiaosong laughed loudly and said, "What's wrong with us? Do you want to say that the Tatars will bite us like mad dogs and won't let go?"

Zhu Xiaosong is not a fool, and of course he knows what to do in his own best interest - sit back and watch the Tatars kill good people and take credit, sting down and develop the base area, and wait until they become stronger before overturning the table.

However, not everything in this world depends on whether it is beneficial or not.

If you look at it purely from the perspective of benefits, then the whole world should learn from Eagle Sauce in order to eliminate the old, weak, sick and disabled who have no money, because this will not only save money, but also alleviate the population to a large extent.

The problem of aging.

So, when many people use this to laugh at Ying Jiang's incompetence, should these people reflect on whether they are too stupid?

Therefore, if we simply look at the pros and cons, we can easily draw a conclusion: Although the choice of hawk sauce is not very humane, it is the most beneficial to a country.

The same thing applies to Zhu Xiaosong - Zhu Xiaosong asks himself that he cannot be like a flower grower who can serve the people at all costs, but he cannot be as cold-blooded as Yingjiang in weighing the pros and cons.

What's more, even if Quanlin Palace is destroyed, it doesn't mean that the situation will be as bad as Zhu Laosan said.

Zhu Xiaosong reached out and rubbed Zhu Laosan's head, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Laosan, how many snows has it snowed in Ningyang from the beginning of winter to now?"

Zhu Laosan was a little confused about Zhu Xiaosong's thoughts, so he could only answer honestly: "It snowed twice in total."

Zhu Xiaosong hummed and said: "There are two snows in total, and together they are less than half a finger deep. Do you know what this means?"

Zhu Laosan has been studying since he was a child and does not know much about things in the fields. However, Zhu Laoer, who knows a little about farming, directly replied: "As the old saying goes, heavy snow means a good year. If the snow is not cold, there will be a drought next year. Do you want to say that this winter will be a good year?"

With just two light snowfalls, there will probably be a severe drought next year?"

Zhu Xiaosong nodded and said: "The old saying goes that in winter, you will be covered with a three-layer wheat quilt and you will sleep with steamed buns on your pillow next year. There will be no snow this winter, and next year's harvest will probably not be much better."

Zhu Laosan asked doubtfully: "Even if the harvest is not good, what does it have to do with us?"

Zhu Xiaosong was almost amused by Zhu Laosan's simplicity: "The harvest is not good, and the government is busy exterminating us, so where can we find time to care about the life and death of the people? What will they do if the people can't survive?"

“If we didn’t have an example in front of them, many people might have tolerated it, but with an example like us in front of them, guess what those people would do?”

"When the common people rise up one after another, the Tatars will be exhausted, and this is our opportunity."

It is obvious that there was a severe drought in Qian De's forty-nine years. The spring and summer droughts extended from Shandong in the east to Shaanxi in the west, causing the wheat to turn yellow and the summer harvest to be reduced or even lost. However, Qian De's old dog only focused on going to the south of the Yangtze River.

When you go to inspect the rivers on young ladies such as Xia Yuhe and Chen Qinglian, how can you care about the life and death of the people?

On April 15, the 49th year of Qian De's reign, the Tian Wu uprising occurred in Yancha Hall, Gansu Province. In the autumn of Qian De's fiftieth year, father and son ate each other during a great disaster in Qingzhou.

Don't say that Qian Deafangou is not a good emperor who loves his people like his own son. Even if he is, so what? Only the one who can let the people live can be considered a good emperor. If the emperor cannot let the people live, then the people can only

can overthrow him.

It is like this in ancient and modern times.

But Zhu Laosan shook his head, looked at Zhu Xiaosong and said: "No, even if the people all over the world rise up, can't we wait until next spring and summer? If we smash the Quanlin Palace now, the Tatars will have to surround us the day after tomorrow.

, how can we survive it?”

Zhu Xiaosong laughed loudly and said: "We have been talking about smashing, not burning. Did we burn down Liu Ju's family? Or did we burn down the Ningyang County government office?"

"With such a large palace complex, we just kidnapped a few craftsmen and took away some gold and silver and other things. It's not like we burned them all. The money-deaf old dog went to the south of the Yangtze River for the sake of success.

Just endure it if you can."

"Even if he can't bear it anymore, at most he can just send troops like Fu Kangan or Agui to encircle and suppress him. It's no big deal."

"Remember, a base area is a base area. We are walking the Tatars like dogs or dogs. These are two different things."

"It's a pity that Yue Zhongqi, Yao Qisheng, and Zhou Peigong have been dead for many years. Otherwise, I would really like to meet them."

At this point, Zhu Xiaosong did not say any more, but asked Zhu Laoer to gather people to sort out the gold and silver borrowed from Quanlin Temple, and then took the lead to walk outside the Main Hall.

When the abbot of Quanlin Temple, the great monk Wu Zhi, saw Zhu Xiaosong leaving the main hall, he hurriedly greeted him, clasped his hands together, and saluted: "Amituo Buddha, I wonder if the donor had a good rest last night? The poor monk has already had a meal prepared.

Just waiting for the donor."

Zhu Xiaosong smiled and shook his head and said: "Master monk, we have already said that we came to Quanlin Temple not to debate Buddhism, but not to kill people and set fires. Now we have already done the two things we have to do."

Okay, naturally I should leave early, so I won’t have breakfast.”

"By the way, hurry up and send someone to get ready. After we leave, hurry up and report to the officials. Tell them that we have led people to Quanlin Palace, so that the officials can prepare early."

Monk Wuzhi was startled, and then he lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the donor is joking."

Zhu Xiaosong said seriously: "Who are you kidding me? If we tell you to send someone to report to the official, just send someone. If we say we want to go to Quanlin Palace, we will naturally go to Quanlin Palace."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Xiaosong ignored Monk Wuzhi and took the lead to walk outside the temple.

When he reached the gate of Quanlin Temple, Zhu Xiaosong suddenly stopped again and asked Zhu Laosan to take out the pen and ink he had prepared long ago and write on the wall outside Quanlin Temple: "Kill all the millions of Jiannu soldiers.

The sword on his waist is stained with blood, and the mountain monk does not recognize the hero and only asks for his name."

After finishing the question, Zhu Xiaosong laughed twice and said to the monk Wu Zhi who was following him: "Our knowledge is not as good as that of Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, so I can only slightly modify his poem, but let the great monk

What a joke."

After Monk Wuzhi said he didn't dare twice, Zhu Xiaosong said again: "I can give you this inscription on Quanlin Temple, but it is better than the money-deaf old dog who inscribed tens of millions of inscriptions on the temple, but I don't know how many people there will be in the future."

Come and admire our handwriting."

"You don't need to thank us, just keep this poem well. We will come again in a few months."
Chapter completed!