There is a saying that the height of the temple is as far as the rivers and lakes.
For Zhu Yuanzhang, who had lived in both the world and the temple, he felt that this statement was pure nonsense.
The temple is neither high nor the rivers and lakes far away.
Both of them have always been me in you and you in me.
This is why he chose the lowest gang as his entry point after entering this plane this time.
Although these gangs are inconspicuous, sometimes it is these humble gangsters who can play a huge role.
For example, that very intimidating song.
"Eat his mother, wear his mother, open the city gate to welcome King Chuang, but King Chuang will not accept food when he comes."
In a sense, it was this song that opened the door to Beiping City.
In this dimension, someone started deliberately spreading this song in the city of Beiping half a month ago.
But as soon as there was any sign of it, Zhu Yuanzhang, who had already spread his eyes and ears all over the city of Beiping, immediately suppressed it. By the way, he also followed the clues and killed two officials who had colluded with Li Zicheng.
This has led to the fact that until now, this sentence has not been known to the people of Beiping City. Instead, rumors that Li Zicheng loved to eat children and would massacre the city every time he broke through the city began to spread quietly in the city.
"This is the ordnance warehouse, which contains all the ordnance stored in Peking." Late at night, Mao Xiang led someone to the door of a warehouse holding a pale-faced official hostage.
"Open!" Mao Xiang said solemnly.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
"Do you know that these ordnance is the key to defending Beiping, if...!"
"Pah!" Before the official could finish speaking, Mao Xiang had already slapped him in the face.
"Hurry up and open the door. If you keep talking nonsense, I will twist your head off!" Mao Xiang said with a murderous smile on his face.
The official's face turned red and white for a while, but he finally opened the door obediently.
"Haha, scholars are so mean!" Mao Xiang sneered, waved his hand, and behind him, groups of strictly disciplined Qingshan Hall gang members began to enter the warehouse and move weapons.
"I won't kill you. As for the things here, you can figure out your own way."
"Of course, you can also choose to report it to the emperor. Don't worry, I won't kill you all, and I will even leave your whole body."
After all the ordnance was removed from the warehouse, Mao Xiang chuckled, patted the official who had been standing there blankly, turned around and disappeared into the night.
Speaking of which, this person is still a high official, a third-rank minister of the Ministry of War.
But in the Chongzhen Dynasty, especially in the 17th year of Chongzhen's reign, those who were able to do things and dared to do things were either dead or disheartened and resigned and returned to their hometowns. The only people left behind were just dawdling and doing nothing.
The officials here are completely different from those in the first year of the founding of the Ming Dynasty where Mao Xiang lived.
"Your Majesty, all the ordnance stored in Beiping City has been transferred back!" Back at his residence, Mao Xiang had completely put away his previous arrogance and reported to Zhu Yuanzhang cautiously.
"Um!"
"It was done very well!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, but his eyes did not leave the Ming Yingzong Records in his hand.
He had already read the notebooks of Taizu, Jianwen, Chengzu, Renzong, and Xuanzong, and now he happened to read the Ming Yingzong, and he had already reached the most exciting part, which was the famous Tumu Fort Incident. He really didn't have the heart to think about anything else.
He was very angry when he saw Zhu Di's rebellion and Zhu Yunwen's series of coquettish actions. Although his good grandson has not been born yet, he has decided that Zhu Biao will never take Lu as his wife in the future.
I definitely don’t want to see Zhu Yunwen when he is alive.
Because he was afraid that he would not be able to control his emotions and would crush his good grandson to death.
"You bastard!" Zhu Yuanzhang, who was reading quietly, suddenly stood up and kicked the table next to him.
"I have lived for forty years, and I have never seen such a stupid thing!" Zhu Yuanzhang threw the Ming Yingzong Records in his hand to the ground, his chest trembling with anger.
"Plop!" Mao Xiang, who was standing at the door, turned pale with fright and knelt down without saying a word.
He had been following Zhu Yuanzhang for more than ten years, and he had never seen Old Zhu become so angry.
He already knew that the time and space they were in now was the late Ming Dynasty, and he also knew that Zhu Yuanzhang was reading the notebooks of his descendants. To be honest, Mao Xiang was also very curious about this, especially about himself. He wanted to know the last seal he sealed.
What title, how many years did he live?
But his reason told him that it was better for him to inquire less.
The most important thing when working under Zhu Yuanzhang is to be obedient.
He understands better than anyone else that the more you know, the sooner you will die.
He was sure that if he dared to explore the original history privately, he would never live to the age recorded in the history books.
After getting angry, Zhu Yuanzhang finally silently picked up the Records of Ming Yingzong and continued reading.
He would like to see if the lower limit of his descendants is lower than the last.
"Keep killing people, and control those profiteers who are hoarding food!"
"I want to control 80% of Beiping City's grain reserves within half a month." Zhu Yuanzhang's voice rang in Mao Xiang's ears, making him jump up and down.
"I'll do it right away!" He walked away in a hurry, as if running away.
The air pressure here is really too low. Although Mao Xiang is also someone who has seen big storms, he really can't stand it at this moment.
Another half month has passed, and Beiping City is still calm, even eerily calm.
At this moment, the king of Chuang Li Zicheng was attacking Wuning Pass. According to the news that Zhu Yuanzhang had received recently, Wuning Pass guard Zhou Yuji had been guarding Wuning Pass for more than a month.
Without reinforcements, Wuning Pass will probably fall soon.
To be honest, anyone with a discerning eye can now clearly see that it is only a matter of time before the Ming Dynasty collapses.
At this time, he was still able to resist the enemy. Even Zhu Yuanzhang had some admiration for Zhou Yuji.
He knew that it was impossible for all the guards at the subsequent passes to be Zhou Yuji, so he had to hurry up.
Zhu Yuanzhang had never touched the military power of Beiping City before. He was only secretly gathering the people's hearts and reserving strength, but now that everything is ready, he is going to take action.
The first step is to gain control of the nine gates of the outer city.
This is the key point. As long as these nine city gates are captured, the city of Beiping will basically be under your control.
He has made a lot of preparations for this.
This includes placing members of the Qingshan Hall gang among the soldiers guarding the nine gates, and understanding the character, information, weaknesses, etc. of the nine gate guards in advance.
Nowadays, the number of Qingshan Hall members has exceeded 10,000.
This time to seize the city, Zhu Yuanzhang divided nine 500-man teams and launched an attack on the nine gates at the same time. He led the remaining 5,000 people to coordinate in the middle, ready to support at any time.
Even though he was fully prepared, Zhu Yuanzhang still did not dare to be careless at all.
Because there are three major battalions of the capital stationed outside Peking City, and although they are all old, weak, sick and disabled, there are still more than 30,000 in number.
He hoped that he could seize control of the Nine Gates before the three major battalions could react.
This is crucial to the future battle to defend the capital.